Chapter 9
Jackie sat by the CB radio, her long legs propped up on the dashboard of the car. She'd been listening for over an hour and hadn't heard anything that sounded interesting enough to check up on. Last night had been just great. The guy calling himself Doorbell had decided her this was the thing to do.
High school kids couldn't satisfy her the way real men could. She had to have the expert fucking a man could give. Without it, she was a nothing. She might as well not even exist. Her life was hollow, empty, meaningless.
But with the screwing she could get, her entire soul came alive. She never felt better than after being fucked and fucked well. There was a hidden well of her personality that had to be tapped before she really shined. Jackie could feel it. She could sense that she was a better person after being royally screwed by a long dick.
The CB thing was the best solution to her problem. She could find a never-ending stream of horny men who needed her as much as she needed them. But she realized she'd never be able to stick with just one guy. She'd wear him out too soon. She managed to wear out most of the truckers and they were the best she'd found so far.
She was deeper than any of them were long.
Jackie could take all they had to offer and beg for more. When a single man couldn't deliver, she went to a second or a third. And instead of sating her sexual appetites, the balling seemed to increase it. It wouldn't be long before she would take on a dozen men at the same time and wear them all down to three-inch peckers. One guy had accused her of burning off his dong with her hot cunt. She'd laughed. Another accused her of trying to break him off as he fucked her ass. She'd laughed at him, too. They were all alike, she thought. They wanted a chick to screw and when they found one-like her-who could give them all they could handle and more, they barely knew what to do.
The radio barked out an interesting message. She came out of her daydreaming and listened.
"Heater looking for something interesting. Hot Pants, too. Anyone out there like threesomes?"
Jackie smiled. This was definitely to her liking. A three-way fuck fest was just the thing to take the edge off her randiness. She'd been idly stroking back and forth over her crotch. She was constantly in heat now, or so it seemed.
And here were a couple of dudes looking for action. Two of them should be able to get her off enough times to be worthwhile.
"Pussy Lips, over. I'm game for some triad stuff. Where, over?"
The arrangements were quickly made. Jackie didn't like wasting time on the air. She had heard rumors that the cops were trying to crack down on CB radio prostitution. She didn't have to worry-so she thought. She wasn't a whore, just a chick out for a good time. But still, the bears annoyed her. She found herself growing to dislike them as much as the truckers did.
They were the enemy. Irrational, since they had never done anything to her, but still, it was the way she felt. Feelings were usually stronger than carefully thought out reasons.
She drove to the Bates Motel again. The old man sitting behind the counter wasn't as old as he first appeared. Maybe forty, though it was a guess. Jackie had found out his name-Norman-and decided he was a fag or something. She had tried to interest him in a little screwing and he had seemed uptight about it.
No skin off her nose. He was obviously aroused but not to the point where he would take her up on the offer. Jackie wrote him off. He'd probably be a lousy lay. All guys who were so hung up on open sex were, as far as she could tell.
She parked the car in front of the room and quickly got out. She walked up and knocked. No answer. She knocked again and the door opened. A woman stood there, a large bath towel draped around her wet body.
"Oh, sorry. I guess I got the wrong room," Jackie said.
"Maybe not. Who were you looking for?"
Jackie stopped. Could this woman have been the one on the radio? No way. She'd definitely talked with a man.
"A couple CB buddies of mine. Heater and .. . " From the back of the room came the voice she'd talked to. "Hey, Pussy Lips! Come on in. It's okay, honey. This is the chick I talked with on the radio."
The woman brushed a strand of black hair back from her eyes and smiled. Her eyes took on a hungry look, a look Jackie had seen before-when she was horny and was looking in the mirror. This woman obviously had the hots. But what was going on? Jackie couldn't figure it out. The man in the room had responded when she mentioned the handle, Heater. But that would mean ...
It hit her then.
"You're Hot Pants!" she exclaimed.
The woman smiled even more broadly and stood back to let her in the room. Her voice was silky smooth with sex. "Yeah. I've got 'em so I advertise 'em. And you're Pussy Lips."
It wasn't a question. It was a flat-out statement.
Jackie nodded, sending a cascade of blonde hair over her forehead. This seemed to please the woman immensely.
"You'll do just fine." As she closed the door, the towel dropped down and Jackie saw the woman's tits, naked and wet. Hot Pants didn't seem to notice the towel had slipped and Jackie thought she shouldn't mention it.
Best to find out what the score was.
"Come on over here, Pussy Lips. My God, you're a great-looking chick!"
The man sprawled on the bed was naked. But she barely noticed his body because of the large cock, fully erect, jutting up from his groin. It was a real cock. A monster, fully as big as Big Dick's, this was a real pussy pleaser. A cunt heater.
She knew how he'd gotten his handle-his sex handle had been the inspiration.
"There's no reason for me to ask. You have to be Heater."
Her eyes hungrily fastened on his cock. The man laughed. "Yeah. So now that the introductions are over, let's get some action started. My wife there likes to watch while I make it with a chick. And the better-looking the chick, the more she grooves on it, don't you, honey?"
There was a contented cat's purring which Jackie took to mean, "Yes!"
"You don't mind if she watches while we ball, do you?"
At that moment, Jackie wouldn't have minded if the entire US Navy watched as long as she could get some action going around that huge cock standing rigidly at attention. She shook her head.
"Good! Honey, get the dildo. And you, Pussy Lips, let's see 'em!"
"Huh?"
"Your pussy lips, girl, your lovely, wonderful little pussy lips! You didn't get that handle for nothing, did you?"
When he saw her sex slit he agreed she was aptly named. And then there was no more talking. She was naked and slipped easily into the circle of his arms.
Their mouths met and melted together. She felt his tongue impulsively pressing into her mouth. Opening her lips, she let him have his way. The way he stroked and rolled his rough, wet tongue over hers was such a turn-on she barely noticed the other things he was doing to her.
He was a maestro playing her body. His hands moved constantly, searching out new and exciting places. Lingering for a moment on a snowy mound of titflesh, his fingers pressed down until red streaks appeared on the white slopes.
His fingers took hold of the aroused nipple and tweaked. She moaned softly and snuggled closer to him. The warmth in her body was mounting. She felt her senses coming alive. The mouth on hers was nice. The saliva mixing in with hers was sweeter than any wine she'd tasted. And his tongue was continually driving hard and deep, mock fucking her face.
But his hands were pressing firmly into her tender body. He moved down her tits to her slightly domed belly. His hand pressed down firmly, making her struggle passionately in his grip. The fires in her belly were definitely lit when his hand strayed a few inches lower and he began massaging her sex slit.
The juices were oozing out and all over his fingers. He didn't seem to care. And she was past caring. All that mattered to her was his hand moving on her gash. A light touch across her clit sparked a charge of pure ecstasy in her body.
But it rapidly passed. He didn't linger. His fingers parted her labia and gently slipped back and forth along the turgid flaps of sensitive flesh. She was gasping for air like a fish out of water. She could barely contain herself when a finger stabbed deep into her twat.
She drove her hips downward. She had to impale herself on that finger. She had to drive it as far up her twat as possible. Nothing less would even begin to satisfy her.
But he denied her this joy. His finger left the juicy hole and moved back to her asshole. It was still tender from being fucked the night before. Burning with pleasure, she loved it when his cunt-juice-greased finger slipped up her asshole.
He was buggering her with his slender digit. She wanted something bigger up her rear-like his cock. It trembled like an over-eager colt in her hand. Pulling on its length, she tried to guide him to her quim. That was where such a fine fuck stick belonged-surrounded by her hot sheath of clutching twat!
"Fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she begged.
He laughed at her eagerness. "Not yet. Hey, honey, how you doing?"
The teenager managed to open her eyes and focus them on the woman sitting spread-legged in a chair at the foot of the bed. The woman had a yellow dildo and was ramming it in and out of her cunt. Her black pussy mound seemed to be devouring the yellow length. The look on the woman's face was one of sheer joy.
The girl heard the words echoing from a distance, "Great, guy, just great. Go on and fuck her. I'd like to see her pussy lips spread wide by that huge dong of yours. I want to see it ramming in and out of her cunt. Give it to her all the way!"
"Your wish is my command! Especially when it's what I want to do, anyway!" he cried.
The girl felt his hands working over her body again. She was being stimulated all over again. His fingers pressed and stroked and moved restlessly over her crotch. He found her clit and gave it a feathery touch again.
She had to hold back the orgasm that threatened to consume her. She wanted as much force behind the cum as she could get. And it wouldn't do if she climaxed every time the man touched her go-button.
His fingers spread her pussy lips wide. And then he had his middle finger driven deep up her cunt again. She sighed and twitched her hips around his finger. It wasn't a cock but this was better than nothing up her love tunnel. She'd have to be satisfied until he was ready to grant her his huge prong.
The cock bounced and bucked actively under her grip. She began working her hand up and down his length until he gasped for breath. She loved the way his cock was hot and heavy. It would drive deep into her, heat her guts until she just couldn't hold back any longer. And she wanted it in her cunt!
"Fuck me, damn you! I want you now!"
"Okay, okay! Just let me lift you up a little."
She was momentarily disoriented. She felt the room spinning around as he powerfully lifted her and put her in the position he wanted. The girl was surprised at the way they ended up. He was still flat on his back and she was lying full length on his body looking up at the ceiling. Before she could say anything, she felt a familiar sensation in her cunt.
She raised her head and looked down. His cock was rising up from between her legs. She felt its warm length pressing against her sex slit. It spread her pussy lips and gave her a little tingle of anticipation of better things to come.
And in this position, she could easily see the woman at the foot of the bed. The dark-haired woman had hooked one leg over each of the arms of the chair. Her twat was split wide open. And she drove the yellow dildo in and out of her cunt with the force of a real cock fucking her. The look on her face was one of sheer enjoyment. She had her eyes fixed directly on the teenager's pussy lips and the man's dork.
The girl gasped and leaned back on the man's body when he entered her. He lifted his hips slightly and gave a convulsive buck. It drove his cock into the girl's box. She reached down and slid it into a better position, then gasped again as he drove a full six inches up her cunt.
"Sweet Jesus, but you're a tight one!" he whispered in her ear. His hands moved around her body and clamped down on her tits. He was able to hold her on his body by firmly gripping her boobs and driving his cock deep into her twat.
All he had to do to fuck her was arch his back. As he relaxed, his prick slipped a little way out. She was fully enjoying this. She loved the sensation of his hands on her tits while his cock fucked far up her juicy quim. And her butt pressed erotically into his groin. It was a brand new position for her and one she liked immensely.
And she could look full length down the bed and watch the black-haired woman fucking herself with the dildo. She was stroking back and forth with all the power in. her arms. The yellow dildo slipped out of her clinging cunt, glittering with dew drops of cunt juice. Just watching the woman was enough to arouse the teenager. x
As if she needed any further arousal!
"Everything okay?" the man asked.
"More cock!" she demanded. "I want more filling me up!"
"Greedy bitch!" he laughed. But he gave it to her. His back arched, his hands pressed firmly down and his dork shot up her slippery tunnel into her belly.
Over and over he stuck it to her. She relaxed and let the warm waves of sex wash over her. The way his hands twisted and stimulated her knockers would have been enough to get her off. But he was so much better at screwing than that.
His cock was educated in what pleased a woman. He could turn slightly and send just the right amount of electricity shooting into her nerves. Everything he did was just right.
And the sight of the woman masturbating made her even hotter. Knowing the woman was getting her kicks because of a well-split beaver filled with cock turned her on-it was her cunt! She wondered what it looked like to the woman.
She knew her pussy lips were split wide by the hard length of the prick. And her legs were spread on either side of the man's for balance: Was this it? This alone? Or did she get off seeing how the girl's boobs were being fondled? How the hard little pebbles of nipple were tweaked, rolled around like marbles? Could it be the tongue that shot occasionally into her ear that stimulated the woman, drove her on to stuff her twat full of rubber cock?
It didn't matter.
All that mattered was that she was getting the cock up her cunt. It was, her set of knockers being manhandled. Her ear was getting the tongue stuffed into it, cock-hard and driving far up the little tunnel. And she was the one who came.
Her ..climax struck unexpectedly. She thought she was successfully holding it back. She was wrong. Everything had built to the breaking point in her body. As the cock surged far up her twat, pulling her pussy walls in new and deliciously different directions, she came.
Her hips thrashed around. Driving downward, she tried to suck even more of that wonderful cock into her body. Her tits filled like balloons and threatened to explode with lust. Every part of her body was primed and responding to the climax.
As she returned from the wonderland of sexual release, she heard the woman shouting and crying out. She'd gotten off, too. In a way, she was happy. The sight of her fucking with the woman's husband had been sexy enough to arouse her. And she had cum, too.
About to say something, she felt the man's cock stiffen in her cunt. This was a sure sign he was going to fountain out his creamy load. She reached between her legs and began compressing her pussy lips around his pistoning dong. It felt like a battering ram slamming into her cunt.
But she squeezed down on the quivering sex lips and made her hole even tighter for the man. Stomach muscles tensed and her fingers pressing her pussy lips against his cock, he came.
She felt the hot stream entering her cunt. The cock jerked and throbbed and bounced until she couldn't stand it any longer. While he was still spurting out his love seed, she came again. Her body quaked and rocked through the orgasm.
Hips thrashing around, she felt his lovely dork slip from her cunt. But his hands stayed on her boobs, squeezing, twisting, stimulating. She stayed on the pinnacle of her sexual high longer than she'd have thought possible.
As she drifted down, the man's hands began to move gently over her belly, along her ribs, caressingly on her ass. .
"That was great stuff, Pussy Lips. You got a good handle."
"Yours isn't so bad, either," she said, reaching for his now limp penis. It positively refused to respond to her gentle caresses.
"Sorry about that. I think I'm dead and out of action for a while." Then, to the woman, he called, "How about you, honey? You get enough?"
"Hell, yes! You should see the way she opens up and takes a cock into her twat! It's . it's more than art. It's poetry come alive! I loved watching your cock spear deep into her. And the way her hips began to twitch around when she came was ... super!"
She still sat with one leg hooked over the arm of the chair. Jackie felt a twinge deep inside as she saw the dildo still in the woman's cunt. There was something... wasteful... about this. But she wasn't about to say a word. What she wanted more than anything else was to get this guy up again so they could fuck one more time.
Or twice. Or three more times. And it didn't matter if the woman watched or not. Jackie hated to admit it, but having a spectator seemed- to get her hotter faster. She enjoyed it. Maybe she was a natural-born performer and liked an audience.
Whatever it was, she didn't try to analyze it. All she wanted to do was screw again.