Chapter 3
The whirring of the car engine had an hypnotic effect upon Jackie as she down the Interstate, the high beams cutting a path of light through the black night.
She had decided not to turn on the radio, though the distraction of music would have had an invigorating effect on her exhausted nerves. Well over three hundred miles to go and Jackie doubted if she could last that long.
Beside her on the front seat slept Jennie. A blanket covered her curled up body and, the outline of her peaceful face was by the lights of passing trucks.
Three hours of driving. Three hours since the vulgar incident back at Ralph's shack. Jackie's hands trembled on the steering wheel and she fought the desire to hug her sister.
I mustn't wake Jennie, she thought. Not now. She needs sleep, to recover ... to regain her self-respect ... maybe later we talk.
She felt her heart beating rapidly. Jackie was ashamed of what she'd witnessed. At twenty-one she felt old and used, like a prostitute who had been to bed with too many lusty sailors.
Jennie's awful initiation into sex had awakened something tender and exciting in her. Her belly tightened when she thought of her sister laying back on the table ready to receive Uncle Ralph's potent seed.
Oh, Uncle Ralph! Why did you do that to me! she cried out to herself. When she had awakened that fitful night all those years ago, she felt as if a whole new world had opened up to her.
Ralph said she had passed out for a few minutes. But it seemed an eternity. Foolishly she had run from the cabin, stumbling down the rutted road and walking back to her home. On the way she managed to clean up in a gas station so her folks never did find out.
Yet she knew. She could never forget the searing pain of his cock roaring into her channel, or the convulsion jerks of her cunt as her first orgasm flushed through her slit. No hollow sermons, no psychiatric treatment could ever erase the traumatic scar she carried in her brain. It is one thing to commit incest, to be raped forcibly by her Uncle. It was not an uncommon experience. Many girls encountered sex this way and went on to live normal, useful lives. No, Jackie's problem was ... she enjoyed it!
Oh God, that's so true! A deep sob rose in Jackie's breast. An uncomfortable dampness made her loins itch. But she could not hold the truth from herself. She loved her Uncle Ralph. Sex had never been the same since that first night. Only after years of self-delusion had Jackie faced up to the awful truth. Ralph had satisfied her desires in a way that no other man ever had. She had never felt the stirrings of sex so deeply as when that cock had plunged through her hymen and into the soft juiciness that lay beyond.
She had tried to be a good girl. But her dates had turned out to be tepid imitations of the real thing. She went through a string of boys at Claymore High and though the thrust of their hot passions had thrilled her, it was not the same.
Jackie was quite aware of what boys said behind her back. She had almost gotten used to "slut" and "nymphomaniac", though deep down she realized that neither description actually fit her. Her disease was more hidden: she loved her Uncle that was that
But Jennie! The cuddly fourteen year-old stirred on the front seat. Had he jarred loose the same animals passions in her? Jackie didn't know. They were sisters, but they were different as night and day. Jackie shot a quick glance down at her snoring sister. She was peaceful now. Yet only a few hours earlier her sweet face had been contorted with pain as Ralph jammed her with his prick gun.
Jennie had screamed hysterically. Even after Jackie had gotten her to the car and given her shot of tranquilizers, Jennie remained in motion.
"Oh what has he done to me!" she screamed, as Jackie clutched her in her arms. Hot come still stuck to her puffy cheeks and the hateful fluid to her blouse. Quickly, she put her hand up to her chest and felt the pressed fabric where the semen had dried into a starchy hardness.
There was no telling what after shocks the girl would feel. But Jackie could not afford to worry about the psychic damage already done. That would come later. Right then, her energies were needed to keep awake and put as many miles between her and Uncle Ralph as she could.-
Against better judgment, Jackie flipped on the radio. The dial was set to a rock station and the forceful beat of a rock song came pounding out the speaker.
She kept her eyes glued to the road. She tapped her left foot to the beat, unconsciously mouthing the song lyrics.
"So good ... so good ... so hot ... I can feel it burning, squirming inside ... inside ... a mile wide."
Jackie felt a delicious chill race along her spine. Blood thundered through her veins and a glowing warmth flushed in her chest.
In the cold and lonely night, Jackie could not keep her mind off sex. It was her weakness. Her reservoir was never depleted. Even now, she wanted sex after all that had happened.
She squirmed her hips feeling the soothing release as her thighs rubbed together. The thick cotton panties soaked up her cunt moisture, but the odor managed to leak out to reach her nostrils. She experienced this mild revolt of her sex organs at least half a dozen times a day. Sometimes she merely repressed the bodily urges, but only when she couldn't relieve them in a normal, natural way.
Jennie lay asleep at her side, still knocked out by the injection. There were a lot of advantages to being a nurse, she thought wickedly. The itching was driving her wild. It burned a nasty path along her passion slit and crept around to the hair line ravine of her butt cheeks.
Jesus, I've got to do something soon or I'll go through the roof, she thought. Her wide opened eyes stared blankly out the windshield. A blaring horn suddenly awakened her out of her daydream, as a truck sent screaming by her sedan, the driver yelling obscenities over the roar of the diesel engine.
She checked her watch, forcing her tired mind to think. Even at sixty miles an hour, she had another five hours of driving ahead of her. She might make it, but it would be dangerous. There was good chance she might fall off asleep.
The itch had turned into throb. She spread out her thighs and with her free hand reached down and felt the wetness of her cunt. Her hand slipped inside the panty band and a finger probed her gushing pussy lips.
"Oooooooo!" she moaned. This was no time to diddle yourself, Jackie thought to herself, despite the wonderful feeling it aroused in her crotch. She squirmed down tight against the seat and increased the finger stroking. The soft gush of cunt flesh meeting her finger made her groan. It was futile to drive on any further. Up ahead she saw lights, and moving closer, she noticed the outline of a roadside motel.
She had already made her mind up about stopping for the night Ralph was two hundred miles away and there was little chance of his following her.
Jackie turned the car into the motel and stopped at the front desk. A big sign read "Sleeping Glade", but half the neon tubes were out so the blinking letters announced "eeping-ade" Adjacent to the motel was a gas station and a coffee shop.
Jackie gave her snatch several hard thrusts, then shut the engine off and strode into the office.
A heavy set man in a flat top haircut waddled out to the desk. His dark, heavy lidded eyes burned with unusual intensity as they took in every inch of her.
"Wanna room, lady?" he asked. His Neanderthal face was set in a permanent scowl and an unfiltered cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth.
Jackie signed in for two, not looking up at the desk man. He seemed to be undressing her with his eyes; it bothered her and made her nervous when filling in the registration cards.
"Shit!" she cried, after misprinting information on the card. She tore it up and started again, this time trying to control her nervous handwriting.
Jackie concentrated on the registration card, filling in all the information in the small, neat handwriting that was her trademark. Her nose twitched at the acrid smell of cigarette and she cursed the evils of tobacco addiction.
"There," she said proudly. The hotel manager gaze had not lifted. His eyes seemed to burrow into her, looking past the stern professional expression she had learn in nursing school and probed the depths of her most hidden feelings. Mirrors of the soul, thought Jackie, feeling uncomfortable in the man's presence.
Something was terribly wrong, she thought. The strain was playing tricks on her mind. Why was he looking at her that way, it was if he could read her thoughts or knew about Ralph ... or Jennie ... or the master ...
Her hand! Without thinking she pulled her writing hand down from the desk, thrusting it into a pocket. God, I didn't even wipe my fingers after I stuck them ... in there! Jackie's cheeks blushed with embarrassment. She felt like a little girl being caught rubbing her twat. No wonder he was staring at me, he could smell the goo all over my hand. For an instant she felt like bolting, running to the car and driving off into the night. But it was a foolish idea. The next motel might be miles away and in her exhausted state, she didn't want to chance it. So she would stay here and get some sleep and forget about the manager and what he did or did not know about her private obsessions.
"That'll be ten bucks," the manager said. He read the cards making sure they were in order, then raised his head. "You all right, lady," he asked.
I'll be all right," she answered. "Just a long trip and I'm very tired."
The terrible fears and insecurities subsided. Jackie remembered the burning cigarette and smiled. It was impossible to smell anything over the tobacco odor. She paid the money out of a twenty and waited for her change.
"Sure you don't need a hand with your bags," he asked. A big, friendly smile crossed his dour face, showing a remarkable set of white, evenly spaced teeth.
Jackie remembered the old wife's tales about even teeth being a sign of virility. For an instant the thought lingered in her mind, then quickly vanished. She would get all the satisfaction she would need in the bathroom of her motel room.
"You look tired Miss" his eyes dropped to the register-"Miss Anderson, you sure you're okay?"
Jackie remembered her sister slumped fast asleep in the car. "Well, maybe ... "
Her room was in the back of the motel court. Jackie drove around without her lights on so as not to disturb the other lodgers and parked in front where the manager waited for her. She had explained to him that her sister was suffering from the flu, but he didn't really seem to be interested in her.
"You get situated," he said. "I'll bring you a few things in a minute." And the door closed behind him without Jackie getting in a word.
Despite his brutish looks, Jackie found him to be interesting. He had the same tough, he-man sexuality that Ralph did, and she was drawn to him like a magnet. He had swarthy, Mediterranean features with tufts of black, curly hair sticking through his T-shirt, Jackie wondered if the rest of him was covered with hair.
She glanced over at Jennie. Her angelic face beamed wholesome good dreams as she snuggled into her new bed. No chance that she would suddenly wake up, not after the tranquilizer shot. She was out like a light.
Jackie was brimming with sexy sensations. The realization that Jennie was dead asleep and she was for all intent and purposes alone in a strange room with a strong, virile stud returning to her side, made her throb with passion.
She needed sex, had to have it like an addict needed dope. And it was all Ralph's fault. It was his cock plunging her cunt the first time, her very first time, that had turned her into a human sex machine.
Outside the room in the courtyard she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She had only a few seconds until he arrived, and Jackie knew what had to be done.
From the suitcase she pulled a slinky night gown and hurriedly stepped from her blouse and blue jeans. The gown had been a gift from an old boy friend, and the fabric was so sheer that it outlined the sultry curves of her well exercised body.
"Hey, Miss," he said through the door. "I brought you a few things."
Jackie felt her heart pounding in her ears. It was always this way, as the adrenaline pumped through her body, readying her passion holes for the thrust of male flesh. She opened the door, moving close to the night manager so her breasts touched against his chest. She watched with mounting satisfaction as his eyes opened wide and his trembling hand nearly dropped the tray of soft drinks.
"Jeaus," he said softly. He was so happy with himself that he wanted to burst of yelling. Six months working nights at this out of the way motel had produced nothing in the way of wanton young ladies looking for a little pleasure. But he had sized this one up right. His instincts had not proved him wrong.
Confidently he walked into the room and placed the tray down on a table. He saw the other girl was still asleep and would be no trouble. A small wind gust stirred the flimsy nightgown.
To his simple, uncomplicated mind she was nothing less than a Greek goddess. His cock hardened into a thick shaft. He could not see her face, only the outline of her breasts and the soft curve of her thighs. She wore the nightie, but she was just as good as naked before his stare.
"Please ... "
The words seemed to come from the night itself. There was urgency in her trembling tone and more than a little passion. Only by moving into her and feeling her breasts pushing against him and her crotch humping against his did he realize how hot the woman was.
"I need you . . " The ghostly voice fired his loins. His wife was back asleep in the bedroom behind the manager's, office. A huge blob of a woman whose layers of fat made the idea of sex repulsive to him. It was ludicrous pushing her larded thighs apart and lifting the blubber rolls of her gut away from the tiny cunt hole so he could work his joint inside her hot crotch long enough to get his rocks off.
Now he had a real dish. Her twin mounds pointed outward. She had firm breasts that didn't hang down like gunny sacks. And she had thighs with shape to them, and a stomach that was flat and taunt with desire.
AND SHE WAS BEGGING TO BE FUCKED!! !
He reached out feeling the silky fabric of the night gown. His hand flashed downward. The girl screamed, actually more of a gasp as the nightie tore from her body. He grinned wolfishly holding the ripped garment up to chest level and left it drop to the ground.
"Baby, you are the best thing to come along in a long time," he said, pulling the shirt from his chest. His eyes never left her satin white breasts as he unbuckled his belt. The hard, red nipples stared back at him. "Fuck, you're so well put together that you don't need a bra to make them stand up."
Jackie felt a twitching of terror. The manager was not the simple minded man she thought he was. She had wanted to lure him into the bedroom and seduce him as a worldly wise woman would seduce a country bumpkin. But this man with the hairy body of a gorilla had the mentality to go with his brutish looks. There was no playing games with him. She stumbled backward wondering how she had gotten into this mess in the first place.
"Don't play so fucking cute," he growled. Mabel was back in the bedroom snoring away, her hundred and fifty pounds spreading easily over the king size bed. Mabel was what he had to go back to every night of his miserable life. And since he had nothing to lose, except Mabel which was no great loss, he was not going to chicken out with this broad.
He grabbed her roughly and brought his moth down on her tits. The nipples were harder than they look, like rubber thimbles which he licked and sucked on joyously.
Jackie made guttural, grunting sounds while her tits were being gobbled up by his fat lips. She clawed at his broad shoulders and drove her nails into his bald scalp. She heard him groan, but her blows had no effect. He was glued to her tits and she had to do something quick for his tongue was doing wicked wild things to her nipples.
"No, not here," she stammered. "My sister, you will wake my sister."
She realized it was futile to argue with the motel manager. He was sucking her and his hands were up and down her back and in between her butt cheeks and nothing short of a bomb was going to pry him loose.
He pulled his mouth loose from her tits and stared into her face, his black eyes glowing like coals.
"I've waited a long time for a girl like you," he sneered. His arms came up rudely between her thighs and, as she gasped with surprise, he clawed at her dripping cunt.
"Wow!! " She tried squirming away, but his gorilla arm was glued to her crotch, the fingers searching her slit. Jackie's legs left the ground and when she came down his hand pried a choice opening in her hole.
She hunched against him trying to resist the terrible fires of temptation only to find herself a victim of her vagina's demands. She collapsed against his steel grip and surrendered her twat to his plunging hand.
"Jesus, lady your wetter than a popsicle on a summer day." His fingers rubbed her cunny walls, fucking her widening cunt with a desire pent up after months of dull sex. Mabel was so disappointing in bed that he had once wanted to pour lighter fluid all over her pig fat and put a match to her, just to see what would happen. But he had some good hot pussy now and he wasn't going to let go until jizz dribbled from every passion hole in her body.
He threw her roughly on the bed beside the sleeping sister and drove his tongue down into her slit.
"AAAIHIEEEE" Jackie screamed, her body now a prisoner to the torch flaming at her cunt hole. She reared up her ass cheeks so he could go deeper. And when his fingers found her clitoris Jackie exploded.
"Aaaaahhhhh!! ! ! " She twisted her hips against his prying fingers. His arm snaked between her legs rubbing and tickling her fury triangle. Sucking in her breath, she humped his hand as if her very life depended upon it.
The bed squeaking was music to her ears. A tempest's fury consumed her as she cast aside what few reservations remained. This hairy ape of a man really knew how to stimulate her cunt. She had been a good girl, going for almost two weeks without a man to satisfy her womanly urgings. Now this gorilla with his thick coat of hair and all knowing fingers and God knew what else was going to drain her passion holes of every last pleasure drop.
She waited until the fingers with half way up her stomach before arching her spine so her ass cheeks parted smartly before her lover's face. At first he did not understand, but then the smell of her cunt drifting through the hairy ravine clued him in.
He fumbled behind her, getting his face down between her thighs. She's a hot one all right, Jocko, he said to himself. Christ alive!Shell do anything I want and then some.
But first he had to get her started. And to do that, he raised his face between her spread legs and wedged his tongue into her honey pot.
"Ooooooo!! ! ! " Her loins were on fire from the insertion of his wet tongue. The sensation of the soft, juicy tongue wiggling inside her pussy, made Jackie gush like a fountain. "Do it!! Yes," she wanted to yell. "Turn my cunt into jelly with your thunder stick."
Yet guilt stabbed at her conscience. Jennie slept right next to her on the motel bed. How could she allow this man dig his fingers into her ass cheeks and suck her cunt with his tongue while Jennie lay a few feet away?
How can you do it? You're really inched! It's all Ralph 's fault? Whatever distressing feelings Jackie might have had were quickly dispersed. Her hips lifted miraculously off the bed and her body twisted abruptly. She came down on her back, legs spread out in a wide V shape, and as she looked up, Jocko was already driving his hips forward. His burly flesh pressed against her as his hard, throbbing cock found her wetting groove. His cock was big and thick in every way and it made a whooshing sound when the shaft penetrated the slippery folds of her cunt.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE" The air seeped out of her as his full weight came down on her chest. Visions of naked bodies and stiff demanding cocks filled her mind. Jocko was hot and wasted no time priming her secreting hole. He was piston stroking her twat, jamming hot cock meat into even hotter cunt flesh.
"Ohhhhh! Really good! Oooohhh!" She gasped for breath as Jocko's brutal weight crushed her to the bed. His stiff, demanding penis turned her to jelly. Her whole being was glued to the pecker stuck inside her. He gunned her hole, banging his swollen nuts against her flabby thighs and the cunt juices oozing from her crack cemented them in their smelly sticky embrace.
Summoning her strength, Jackie returned his hard, passionate thrusts. Her iron will was dissolving as she fought against the plunging intruder. Intense lovemaking magnified her perceptions: she heard the bed springs creaking, her cunt folds squishing, and Jacko's fat cock sucking all at once.
"Come, darling, come in me now," she begged. It was not like her to let herself go without feeling the warm trickle of a man's reassurance first. But her cunt sleeve was closing fast. Fighting the imminent orgasm was pointless.
"FUCK ME!! ! OH GOD LET COME RIGHT NOW!! "
And then, as if an answer to her prayers, the warm, hot milk spilled from his penis. Jocko shuddered against her, moaning like a wounded animal as his thick sperm jelly roared into her chasm. His prick spit hot cream in thick, gooey wads and they seemed to run up to the deepest recesses of her womb.
Jackie felt a rumble deep into her guts followed quickly by a squeezing of tightly bunched cunt muscles. It came as a throbbing spasm, a horrible pain that suddenly flatten out at the last second, turning into inexpressible joy. Wave after wave cascaded through her tortured flesh, and then began the warm glowing tranquility that only a woman can know spread through her. Her screams of immediacy became soft cooing sounds. She had come. She was there.