Chapter 8
Jackie spent the next week in a continual agony of uncertainty. She didn't know if she should continue her fucking routine or not. It was bringing her plenty of cock; that was what she so desperately wanted. Being without it would drive her insane with lust.
But her brother was beginning to wonder what she was doing since he had shown her how to use his CB. Dennis wasn't the type of guy who'd be pushy, but he was curious. And if he got curious enough, he might ask their folks about it.
That would be the end of her little excursions out to ball anything well hung enough to interest her.
She cooled it for an entire week. She thought hard about what she was doing, what she had become. Finally, the decision was made. There wasn't a goddamn thing wrong in what she was doing. If the truckers wanted to pay her for something she'd willingly do for free, that was just icing on the cake.
Jackie wasn't a whore. She didn't go around hunting for marks. She was just a high school girl out for kicks. And there was no doubt at all she found them in the mobile world of the truckers. Whether or not she got money was incidental to her existence. She didn't need it.
Not like she needed the sex.
She walked home from school on Friday afternoon thinking about that evening. Turning down dates with half the football team had made her both a celebrity among her friends and given her the reputation for being strange. There wasn't a girl in the crowd she hung out with that wouldn't have cum at the thought of the team captain asking them out on a date. And Jackie had turned him down.
Jackie had to decide if she was really going to continue with her CB trip or not. This evening should provide good hunting for her. A stud, a little screwing and she'd be able to put everything into its proper place.
Whether or not she'd keep on scouting out truckers was the issue she had to decide. Sooner or later, her parents would find out. These - things were never quite as secret as she'd have liked. If it was worth the risk or not was the balancing question.
She was thinking it might be.
There was no doubt men like Big Dick and Black Jack were worth the risk. They could fuck a girl and make her feel like a woman. Black Jack had been back through on a quick reverse and had spent the afternoon balling her. His cock felt as good up her twat as it did in her mouth.
As Jackie got to her house, she made a quick decision. Walking to the garage, she opened the dour and went in. A little tinkering and the CB began to crackle and pop with its static message. A little more tinkering squeezed voices from its tinny speaker.
"... traveling through, over."
She'd missed what went before. Flicking the switch on the microphone, she broadcast, "This is Pussy Lips. Missed your message. 10-9, please. Give me a repeat."
"This is Doorbell, Pussy Lips. Breezing through and looking for some action. What's up?"
"That, Doorbell, is something you'd have to show me, over." This was a winner. She could tell.
"Right on! Let's make it a match tonight. The old No-tell Motel on the edge of town."
It was a good thing Jackie had been on the air as long as she had. The slang would have gotten her totally confused otherwise. The "No-tell Motel" was the Bates Motel on the edge of town. No questions asked if everyone checked in as "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith."
"Be right up. To see you, Doorbell. Over and out."
She wondered about his handle. Doorbell sounded like a strange name. But then he couldn't be any weirder than some men she'd already run across. But Doorbell?
There was one way of finding out.
She made the arrangements with "Doorbell" and drove out to the motel after dinner. The meal was painfully silent. Dennis was leaving for Germany again in three days and her parents seemed moody and withdrawn. All the time, she was wondering if they knew what she did in her spare time. If they realized how sex-possessed their little girl had become. Jackie quickly put that out of her mind. She wouldn't get paranoid over something like sex.
Her parents had given her an unhealthy attitude. Sex wasn't the dirty thing they'd convinced her it was. Sex was fun. Sex was so necessary for her, she couldn't get enough of it now. Jackie thought she might end up tapering off in her insistent demands when she had all the puritanical ideas burned out of her brain and body, but she wondered.
Finishing the meal as quickly as she could, she bolted for the door and was gone in a flash.
At the motel, she had no trouble finding Doorbell's car. It was the only one in the parking lot with a CB antenna glued onto the trunk lid. She boldly walked up to the door of the room, smoothed her skirt in a self-conscious gesture, then knocked.
A man in his late thirties, medium height, bright red hair and a splatter of freckles across his nose opened the door.
For a moment, he stood there, his mouth half open. He was obviously wondering if this was Pussy Lips. Jackie might as well have been reading his mind. He was thinking: Could I be this lucky?
"Uh, hi. Are you ..."
"Yeah, I'm Pussy Lips. And you must be Doorbell."
"Uh, yeah. Come on in." He held the door open enough for her to slip in. She made a point of brushing her tits against his chest as she entered. The feel of his body against her already excited nipples sent thrills into her chest.
He was a little hesitant now. That would go away and when it did, she was certain she'd have another winner with Doorbell.
But she had to ask. Turning so that her skirt flared away from her trim legs enough to give the man a better look at her, she asked, "So all right. Why did you end up with Doorbell as a handle."
"I'm a door-to-door salesman. I sell brushes."
"Well, I guess that gives us something in common," she smiled.
"What?" He couldn't take his eyes off her slender figure, the way her tits pressed impudently against her blouse or the wanton way she stood, hips jutted forward to emphasize her ass.
"You sell brushes. I just push a bush door to door." She wiggled her hips to emphatically let the man know what was being offered. "Well, then let's get down to it." He began unbuttoning his shirt. He quickly tossed it aside and gave the teenager her first look at him. He had a thin red fur all over his chest. Wiry looking and twisting around. But the muscles hidden underneath told the girl she couldn't go wrong. Having his arms wrapped around her, squeezing her, holding her close as his dong drove up her twat, that would be worth the trip out here.
"Let me undress you," she said, lust making her voice quiver just a bit. Her hands were trembling even more as she opened his belt and pulled his pants down. The bulge was already growing at his crotch. By the time she worked off his jockey shorts, his cock was standing at a jaunty angle. She lightly kissed it, then stood up.
"Just sit and watch. I'll undress for you." She lithely spun out of his grip and pirouetted around. Each turn showed one more button on her blouse undone. In less than a minute, she held the tails of her blouse in each hand. Away from her body, she could hide or reveal her tits to the man. She did it in such a way he got occasional flashes of pink nipple, white tit and solid cloth. The momentary glimpses did more to get him hot than anything else she'd done so far. The brief, tantalizing view he had was a promise of things to come.
She tossed her blouse aside and stood half naked in front of him. Her tits pointed slightly upward. Firm, no sag, they were youthful boobs, meant to be stuffed into a mouth and sucked. The girl almost laughed when the man wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. He was wanting her now-badly. And it wouldn't be long before he did something about it.
She wanted to see how long it would be.
Spinning again, her tits pulling slightly away from her body with the force of her circling, she began unfastening her skirt. She let it glide down her legs and gracefully stepped out of it. Then she wiggled her hips, twitching her ass and looking back over her shoulder at the man. His eyes were firmly fixed on her butt. The silky smooth flesh slowly appearing from beneath the white cotton panties was hypnotic. He wouldn't have noticed a herd of buffalo stampeding through the room then-not unless they blocked his view of her curvy ass.
A quick yank and her panties fell to the floor. She was totally naked in front of him. Turning, she spread her legs wide. She was a golden vision of loveliness. Her snatch was a honey-blonde arrow pointing directly between her legs. And the way she stood was an obvious invitation.
She was ready for him. Her cunt was beginning to drool its juices. She felt the stirrings of definite lust in her loins. The hollow feeling was threatening to consume her. Without a long cock fucking hard into her belly, she couldn't be a complete woman. She would be unfulfilled. She would be nothing.
"That ass," he mumbled. "That lovely, perky little bottom of yours just begs to be fucked. I'm going to screw you up the ass!"
Then his hands were all over her body. She felt light touches on the tips of her jugs, down her sides, bushing across her pussy mound and finally ending up firmly clamped on her rump. His fingers caressed the satiny flesh a few times, then began to knead it like two lumps of dough. His hands pressed firmly into the yielding mounds before his fingers separated the two globes.
He tried tearing her asscheeks from her body. He twisted one in a counter-clockwise direction. The other was turned in the opposite direction. She was groaning in joy now. It didn't hurt. Just the opposite!
Her body was coming alive with inner passion now. The way his hands stroked over her body was a hint, a tantalizing hint of what was to come. And now he was digging between her meaty asscheeks, searching out her anus. When he found her asshole, the finger surged into her bowels.
She felt weak and watery in the knees. She limply collapsed against the man. He held her in strong arms. And his finger continued burrowing up her rear passage. He wiggled his finger deep in her rectum until she was all aflame inside.
"Fuck me, please! It... it's on fire in me. Your finger's not good enough. Gimme cock! Your lovely, hard cock!"
She groped between their bodies to find his dong. It was pulsing slowly, strongly. She pulled urgently at it. She had to have it crammed into her anus. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to have him bugger her.
"You asked for it, baby. And you're going to get it! All of it. All the way to my balls!"
He pushed her away from him. She fell heavily on the bed. The springs squeaked as she bounced twice. She looked up at him with eyes filled with yearning. Her bowels were burning and the only thing that could put the fire out was a load of his cum.
He quickly turned her over so that her knees were on the floor and her tits were pressed firmly into the bed. In this position, he reached down and spread her legs a little wider. Her cunt was gaping and exposed. But this juicy manhole wasn't his target. He was looking at her tight puckered asshole.
His finger drove into her cunt. She gasped and buried her face in the soft bedspread. The way it drove into her twat reminded her anew of her desire to be fucked. Her body was limp and useless. The only way of restoring it to life was with a cock in it.
When his finger was properly soaked in her oily inner juices, he moved to her anus. He smeared the fuck fluid all around the greedy little asshole. The muscle quivered once, then locked down hard. It wasn't going to let anything up her tailpipe without a lot of coaxing.
That was okay with the man. He drove his cock deep into her cunt. She gasped with the sudden intrusion up her twat. She hadn't been expecting it. Tensed, she was ready for him to begin drilling into her shit chute. This was necessary, though, to get his prick as well-lubricated as possible.
He was a back-door man. He knew all the tricks for getting a reluctant anal sphincter muscle to relax and let him in. A well greased pole was the best. And the best place to get it well oiled was in an already juiced up pussy.
His hands rested on her buttocks. She felt his body slam a few times into hers, his cock sailing all the way up her quim. Then she was empty again.
Before she could protest, the blunt nose of his cock poked against her puckered anus. The effect was like a cattle prod shoved against her body. She arched her back and moaned loudly.
"In! I need it in me!"
"You will, baby, you'll get every inch of my prick."
She felt an increasing pressure against her clenched asshole. Trying to relax did no good. She was too uptight, too excited. The man would have to do the best he could. And she thought that might be very good, indeed.
Her asshole slowly opened. It was a reluctant move, but against the inexorable pressure of the cockhead, there was little choice. As soon as it opened up enough, the thick glans was through the entrance and planted firmly up her back.
She gasped and fell forward on the bed. A white-hot poker had been rammed into her body. She could only lay there and gasp and moan in pleasure. The control of her muscles had fled. She was totally at the man's mercy.
Another inch of cock entered her asshole. She felt her juices smoothing the way. The way he was fucking into her was intentionally gradual. She wanted his cock all at once. But that would have ripped and torn her inner membranes. And this way, she felt passion building in her body. He was fucking her and really getting her hot to fuck even more at the same time.
Soon, his cock was entirely up her rectum. She felt his crinkly hair rubbing into her butt. Most of all, she felt his long cock up her spine. The slightest movement of her body twisted his dick around inside her rectum. She felt the jerking movements intimately. There wasn't a thing he could do now that she wouldn't respond to.
The man was marveling at the heat of the girl's back door. And the tightness! He'd fucked a lot of chicks up the ass. Buggering them was more fun than drilling into their slimy cunts. But never had he found one with this tight an ass. He might have fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot lava.
His cock was squeezed and pressed and crushed on all sides. And the heat seething and churning her guts warmed his prong, too. He thought it could stay buried balls deep up her ass all day long. But he knew that there were more exciting things he could do.
He did them.
In, an equally slow move, he pulled out of her body. He felt her asscheeks grip and clutch at his cock. He wondered how long she'd had to practice that move. It was as if tiny fingers clutched and gripped and pulled at his pecker. But he made it out.
Only the purple tip of his cock remained inside her steamy asshole. He caught his breath, placed his hands on the flushed mounds of her butt, then pressed forward again. This time he fucked a little faster into her. The speed of his buggering picked up. Each trip up her rectum was a little faster than the previous one.
Soon, he was corn-holing her with all the power locked in his hips. He drove his pleasure spike all the way up her rectum. He felt the rubbery walls yielding before his battering ram of cock. The friction of his butt-fucking rapidly burned away his lubrication. But it no longer mattered.
The way his balls tumbled around in their tiny prison was what counted. He had to control that. His jism was begging for release. The entire length of his pecker felt as if he'd dipped it into acid. The nerves were seared and burned from the heat of his fucking. And the way her soft butt pressed into his groin, he wanted to keep this up all night long.
If he was excited, the girl was reduced to a quivery mass of flesh. All she lived for was his prong up her ass. He was brutally fucking her butt now. Greeking her drove his cock deep into her bowels. And she loved it!
Her insides were all twisted up and shivering in delight. Her entire body was gearing up for an orgasm. She felt the weakness flood through her. Then the excitement washed through her body, making her heart race. Breathing was sheer torture. She was sucking in liquid fire.
Most of all, every time he smashed into her body, he drove her forward on the bed. Her tits slid a little over the rough bedspread. Her nipples were being stimulated to the fullest by his fucking--and he wasn't even touching them!
When he pulled out, her body dragged back across the bed. Her nipples were pushed in the other direction. Back and forth, the tiny buttons cresting her knockers were being given the arousal of her life. Knives of sheer pleasure cut into her chest. Her jugs felt as if they would explode from the excited blood pounding into them.
And then she was thinking only of the cock drilling hard up her asshole.
She was sensitive to changes in the speed of fucking, the size of the cock reaming her out from behind. And now his cock was growing. She felt the broad arrowhead expand in preparation for spewing out white-hot jism.
"Faster!" she demanded. "Fuck me faster! I... ohhhhhh!"
His body became a piston. He drove mercilessly into her asshole. She was being pummeled by the long rod of his six so hard, she was sure her buttocks would be bruised. His groin smashed hard into her every time he moved forward into her. The fucking speeded up to the point where neither of them could stand it any longer.
She came with a loud shriek of joy.
And then she felt her bowels filled with the fuming stream of his cum. The super-hot jism frothed and poured into her awaiting asshole. She was treated to the fucking and the filling at the same time.
She came again.
All she could think of was the heat in her rectum- It spread through her being, threatened to engulf her. She rode out the winds of ecstasy as another orgasm ripped into her. There was nothing else that mattered in the world. This was it. The cock fucking hard. The hot semen whitewashing her asshole. The man's sweaty, straining body slamming into hers. The way her tits were being stimulated by the bed. This was all.
A final time, she came. Her body was left weak and drained when she managed to regain a semblance of her senses. She lay for a moment sprawled on the bed, then she looked back at the salesman. He was sitting, his back against a wall. He was saying over and over to himself, "Never found a hole that tight or hot. Never."
Jackie laughed at him. "What's the matter? Finished so soon?"
"Yeah. Hate to admit it, but yeah. Driving all day, walking around peddling my wares, then this. I'm beat!"
"Poor baby," she consoled. She went over and sat next to him. Her knowing hands stroked and I petted his balls, his penis, moved downward seeking out his asshole. When she found it, he turned slightly so she could drive her finger into it.
And he wasn't as tired as he thought. They made it three more times that night.
And Doorbell gave her a hundred dollars. Jackie could hardly believe it when she climbed back into her car and counted the bills. A good fucking and a hundred bucks!
This was the life. This was where it was at. She'd made up her mind. No matter if her parents found out, she'd continue. Just for the fucking if nothing else!