Chapter 12
Ralph was dead tired. After three days of feeding dimes into the pay telephone, he got the answer he'd been so desperately seeking. The director of an obscure coeducational camp called Camp Mohawk had hired a woman named Jackie Anderson.
"But so what?" implored the director. "Has she done something wrong? Has she run away from an institution for the criminally insane? Why do you want to know her whereabouts."
Ralph thought fast. He didn't want Jackie or Jennie to know he was coming to pay a visit? It had to be a big surprise. Which meant the doodle brain director had to be kept quiet.
"I can't tell you details," he snapped. "I work for the government. Top priority and it's important we talk to Miss Anderson and her sister ... the welfare of the country is at stake."
There was a long pause at the other end. "Just like Pearl Harbor, eh!. . . The fucking japs are coming back. Oh, I knew we should have greased those Nips when we had the chance."
Ralph didn't understand the man's rambling diatribe against the Japanese, but he's come across crazier, more mixed up people than this thin-voiced camp director. "I'll be there tomorrow," Ralph said, and hung up. It was a safe bet he wouldn't talk.
Which, then presented Ralph with another problem. Trixie! After knocking the greasers shitless and pissing on her, Trixie had become a real pain in the ass. She refused to leave him, even for a few minutes. As she told him once: "I think you're the greatest thing since sliced bread."
The girl was persistent. The brush off didn't work., He had beaten her and acted mean, but she was always there, tagging along. So reluctantly, having tried all else, he brought her along. She realized why he was tracking down his sisters and was well aware of the hot sexing he had in store for them when he got them cornered. It didn't seem to bother her.
"Just as long as we are together," she insisted. And for some crazy reason, he believed her.
They loaded their few possessions into her beat-up Dodge and by mid-afternoon were on their way North to the spring-fed lakes and the little backwash summer haven called Camp Mohawk.
Trixie was her usual, carefree self. The radio was going full blast and the battered canvas convertible was down. 'Too Goddamn confining," she complained. The sun was burning hot and Ralph was praying for a pit stop along the way for a diner or delicatessen to grab a few cold beers. "It's too hot for these," she complained, talking about her clothes. "I'm taking them off."
And right before her startled eyes, Trixie began undressing. "Be careful!" cautioned Ralph. "I don't need trouble with the cops."
If Trixie heard him, she wasn't listening. Her blouse was off and her globe-like breasts fully exposed. In the low slung convertible, very little was kept secret, and several cars nearly swerved off the road.
When she had loosened her pants, Ralph could not longer restrain himself. "Jesus, you really are uninhibited," he joked. But the coppery colored thatch of pubic hair was no laughing matter. Not to his cock, anyway, that was bunching up in his pants. Watching the little nymph bounce her tits around to the throbbing rhythm of rock and roll music stirred his passion. He wanted the tingling sensation of her uninhibited mouth sucking on his joy stick.
And Trixie was not against the idea. "Hey, that sounds like fun," she admitted, pulling down his fly. "I like sucking cocks."
His fly was down and his big banana was whipped out and stuck in Trixie's face in a flash. This is all right with me," he confided. Her lips were grooving on his cock tube. He wished he had a beer, but that was all right: the music was getting to him and Trixie lips kept the beat moving through his groin.
On the two lane highway going North, Ralph quickly found himself surrounded by jealous motorists.
"Share the wealth," argued a burly truck-driver.
"Hey, that's good cock sucking," added another. "What head! What class!"
Her lips pumped up and down his tool, jerking the flaccid skin to peak hardness.
"Don't stop now, Trixie," he urged. "This has been the best sucking in the whole world. I can't believe anything could feel this good." He tried helping her mouth along by bouncing his butt off the seat and driving his shaft further into her slick, throaty wetness.
"Hmmmmmmm!" Trixie didn't have "to be told what to do. Un-like most hookers, she enjoyed sucking. The feel of all that strong, pulsating manhood inside her mouth at one time sent her head spinning with delight. She licked and sucked and rubbed his tensed up balls until she had Ralph moaning, and humping out of control. She could string along a good suck job for what seemed hours, then bring her full heated passion down on his throbbing stick and make him jizz in seconds.
"You little cunt," said Ralph, "I do believe you're making it happen to me. Right now! Right this GODDAMN INSTANT!"
He rolled his hips off the seat and sprung his prick stem to the rear of her throat. The ache and terrible longing that preceded ejaculation paralyzed him. Then the rush of tranquility washed through his thundering nervous system as sperm spit from the tip of his cock cannon.
"Glug!" His seed spurted all over Trixie's surprised face. Then she was sucking hard as she brought her face all the way down to the shaft to suck his balls dry.
"Ohhhhhhh!" he groaned. The car was weaving all over the road, but the danger did not stop him from draining his balls into her throat. He groaned feeling the final lumpy nodes of hardened love juice pop into the girl's mouth. His balls sagged with relief and he retracted his joy stick from her sticky face.
Up ahead he spotted a roadside motel. The heat was beating down with maddening intensity. He was hot, and thirsty and exhausted and needed some sleep. He pulled off the road and drove up the gravel driveway to the entry way.
"What are we doing?" asked Trixie wiping her lips clean.
"I'm going to sleep a few hours," he admonished. "And Goddam it, put some clothes on. I don't want people thinking you a cheap, little floozy."
Trixie watched him storm into the front office. "Well, you can't fool all of the people all of the time," she answered. Then she turned her attention to her bounteous breasts which were turning Lobster red in the warm summer sun.
No! Heavens sake, Ralph don't lose your head completely! She was screaming for mercy, begging him for her life. He sneered down at the helpless woman. His cock knew the girl inside and out. He had probed her mouth, her cunt and her ass in ways she never thought possible. He had soaked her skin in his urine and drenched her mouth full of seed. She crawled along the floor in his masculine slime. He had reamed her of every last drop of life; she existed only in his memory, a thin shell of a person he once knew. Indifferent to her pleas of mercy, he aimed his rigid cock for one final blast. "At least you will go with a smile on your face wench," he said. "That is better than some haw gotten. "She looked up, the tears trickling down her face. She suddenly smiled. "Can't win 'um all can ya chief. Well, go ahead." His nuts groaned under his command, churning out the stuff of her destruction. He felt the pain at the end of his prick for only a brief second. Then the come shot out. It splashed on her face, then ran the length of her twisting torso. His cock cream came in a never ending supply. She gasped once, then again as the jizz filled her lungs, then she gagged, smiled quickly and expired. Drowned in semen. He looked at her said his goodbyes and put his cock back inside his pants. He then turned and walked off into the sunset.
Ralph woke up from his dream with a smile on his face. He stretched out his nude body on the clean sheets and looked over at Trixie; she was snoring like an old sow back on the farm, dead to the world.
A devilish idea ran through his mind. Trixie slept deeper than any person he'd knew. It might be possible, he thought. Even if it wasn't it was worth trying.
He rolled Trixie on her back and gently spread open her thighs. Even in her sleep, Trixie was wet.
He could smell her greasy hole as his finger parted her cunt lips and sneaked up inside her bubbling warmth.
"Oooooo!" she groaned. For an instant he feared she'd awakened, But she was dead to the world. Quickly he worked away on her cunt hole, reaming the soft tissues out with his firm index fingers and parting her hole. She heaved up and he watched with fascination as her stomach ballooned out, before exhaling the trapped air. As her body returned to its normal activity he pulled up his hips and slid his cock into her mushy cunt hole.
The shaft went in soft as silk. Her slippery wetness took his cock all the way to the center of her womb. His balls dangled against her red lined cunt lips. Only his cock and nut sack made direct contact with her. Ralph was engrossed in his little game.
HE WAS A FUCKING A GIRL DEAD ASLEEP.
What this stimulation did to her dream center was anybody's guess. He stroked her hole with cool precision. Even in her sleep, her cunt walls sucked at his dick. He fucked gently, moving up and down to the gentle rhythms of her hole.
Jesus, she's so soft and mois t! Never a rough fuck with this beauty. Her cunt was a dream come true and by moving down smoothly on her, he got every tasty drop of her lovely thighs.
"Wha-wha ... wonderful!" she mumbled between strokes. He placed his palm over her warm heart and felt the blood racing through her veins. Her mouth opened wide. Passion contorted her face as the stirring cock brought the sleeping girl into her first gentle climax.
"Oooooooo!! ! " No straining. Just the big, happy grin of a hot little teenager enjoying a man's cock. He gunned her ever so softly, so his surging penis would not wake sleeping beauty. He gave several good, hard strokes, then slipped in all the way and waited. Her sultry flesh wiggled against the forceful invader. Slow sets of waves rippled through the mouth of her cunt. Trixie was still asleep; yet, her cunt continued working even as she slept. Her slit held his dick firmly like a pair of lips nibbling on a fat Havana cigar. His balls revolted against the cause; they wanted satisfaction, while Ralph desired only to fulfill his curiosity. Could he fuck her all night this way? Was it possible for a girl to orgasm in her sleep? He watched her firm breasts shimmer in the weak light, and tried counting the goose bumps as they exploded across her skin. It was a sure sign that the girl's hormones were all in order. Her little prune shaped cunt was working overtime, and her tits and internal glans were so pumped full of excitement and come sauce that
Ralph thought she might explode.
He stroked her cunny once again only this time he increased the tempo of his penetrating thrusts. Her fiery loins churned his cock cream. He felt her come sauce lather his cock and wet his balls and then the clanging of their willing flesh united in an orgy of violent lovemaking.
"TRIXIE!" he shouted in her ear. "WAKE UP!"
The sexy girl with the dreamy blue eyes opened her eyes. Her stomach glistened with sweat, her thighs shook uncontrollably as they pumped up and down; her cunt lips were squeezing cock shaft; jolts of euphoria were zinging through her body. She took in the whole crazy scene of cock and cunt meshing together in glorious harmony. A smile broke out on her face and she had time for a few words before her guts twisted up and sent her abused flesh roaring through the spastic fits of her orgasm.
"Nice fucking," she said ... "Really good and ... YEOWWWWWH!" The high voltage energy of sex struck home. Her hips bucked off the bed as she received his organ. The slippery sucking lips of her cunt glued onto the trapped invader. Her abdomen convulsed as white hot flashes tumbled through her brain.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!! ! " Carnal images flickered on and off before her eyes, and her head lolled backwards, and her mind went crazy as the sausage shaped organ filled her belly with jizz.
"I've been saving this for a long time," he screamed at her. He pumped his penis and Trixie whooped with delight. "Feel my hot sauce up there. Good and sticky."
She took the full force of his plunging cock, and sucked in every drop of tasty cream juice. Her cunt was a very efficient vacuum cleaner. The thick, pulpous lips drained his balls nicely and only began leaking his froth after he had finished.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, slumping back on the bed, suggesting the finality of their consummated act. "How beautiful to wake up in the middle of my orgasm."
Ralph felt stunned. It was like someone had smashed him in the skull with a sledge hammer. Muscles ached in his groin and his balls felt like trampled wine grapes.
"Mighty goddamn considerate," he admitted. "Who said chivalry was dead!"
It seemed an eternity before he could move. Actually it was only a few minutes by his watch. He groaned and hacked around before stumbling off into the John.
He took a long piss. The yellow fluid splashed into the toilet bowl. It felt good taking a piss and it gave him a chance to collect his scattered thoughts. Why was he going to see his cousins. If sex was the only motivation, then why did he bring this tramp teenager along? And what was so hot about Jackie and Jennie? Christ, he'd had better pussy lots of times. So what was the big deal.
"Hey, you about finished?" said Trixie.
"I suppose so," he said, "guess we'd better get going." But even as he said the words, Ralph was experiencing self-doubt. He would go through with the plan, walk through the part, and perhaps find some meaning in it all. He turned to the bedroom still wondering.