Chapter 8
When John woke up the next morning, his mouth felt like he'd left his used sweat socks parked under his tongue. And his tongue! It felt like a well-used catcher's mitt. He groaned and tried to focus his eyes. The room was all a blur.
"Damn, what time is it?"
"Morning, Dad. About nine or so. You sure tied one on last night. When you came in, I didn't think you'd even make it to bed."
Dawn anxiously waited for some sign that the man remembered what they'd done. In a way, she hoped he did. And she perversely hoped that he'd liked it well enough to try again. If not. . . well, other times, other places were possible.
"Goddamn my head. Feels like it's being split apart by some turd with a jackhammer." He sat up in bed and instantly regretted it. "I don't remember a thing after finishing off the quart. Everything sort of fades away." "Everything?"
"Yeah. Except one thing. I guess I was dreaming about your mother. Sort of lonesome for her, I suppose."
Dawn shrugged. So that was the way it was. He'd thought she was Maureen. Oh well.
"I got to run. Pick up some stuff at the grocery before we hit the road," Dawn said.
"Good. Give me a chance to get back to feeling halfway human." He watched as his daughter left. The way her ass rolled in the tight-fitting jeans made him uncomfortable. He remembered what he'd been like when he was in high school. No stud would be able to pass up the come-on Dawn gave them. But he had to admit she was sure a hell of an attractive girl.
Something nagged at the corners of his mind. John tried to let it rise to the surface but couldn't. Something about Dawn. But it didn't matter. He had to get some aspirin into him and try to quiet that hammering in his head.
Showered, shaved and feeling semihuman again, the man dressed. He glanced at the calendar, then exclaimed, "I forgot! Damned if I didn't completely forget!"
He rushed out and over to Melissa's room. He knocked twice on the door. She came to answer. Past her, John could see his son sitting on the edge of the bed idly leafing through all the junk that usually filled drawers in motels.
"I've got to run, Melissa. I'd clean forgotten, but
I have a business appointment at three this afternoon. Why don't you take Dawn and Pete in the station wagon and catch up whenever you can? Here's the name of the campground where I figured on stopping. It shouldn't be too hard to find me there after, say six o'clock. But you can take your time getting there. Maybe stop for a picnic or something."
"I hope the business won't tire you out too much. You work too hard." Melissa's eyes drifted lower and she whispered, "and it wouldn't do if other things weren't hard."
He smiled broadly. "Right. But don't worry. This one's a snap account. The guy's already got himself sold. It's just a matter of shaking hands and listening to dreary accounts of all the civic clubs he belongs to. But I've got to fly. Wish me luck!"
"Luck. And may all the cops be driving the other way!"
John laughed again. "Don't sweat it. I've got ways of avoiding them, I* keep the CB in the camper tuned to the truckers' frequency. They know where all the speed traps are."
"Get moving or you'll be late. I'll tell Dawn where you've gotten off to when she gets back."
"Righto, doll." Looking past the nurse to his son, he called out, "See you tonight, Pete. And do whatever Melissa says while I'm gone."
"Sure, Dad. You know you can trust me."
The man quickly got into the camper and gunned it to life. In a few seconds, he had left in a cloud of dust.
Melissa said, "Well, your father said a mouthful about you doing whatever I say, didn't he?"
"I don't much care. You treat me better'n anybody else! What are we going to do today?"
Melissa knew what he meant. She chose to misinterpret it as she spread a map out on the bed.
"I figure we might stop here for a picnic lunch. Melissa'11 take very good care of you, don't worry."
In a half-hour, Dawn came back. "Where'd Pop vanish to? I got all the food for a good lunch."
Melissa explained. The girl shrugged her shoulders. "Sounds all right to me. How're you doing, Petey? Feeling up to the trip?"
"Sure, Sis. Melissa's got some great new medicine she's been giving me. I feel loads better."
"I just bet you do." The girl shot a knowing look at Melissa. The nurse smiled but said nothing.
"I'll go ahead and put the food into the station wagon. When will you be ready to leave, Melissa?"
"About ten minutes. Got to finish stuffing all this junk into my suitcase. Both of you run along and let me alone. We're going to be locked up in that car most of the day. I don't want you getting tired of my company."
"I won't," both Dawn and Pete said as one. They looked at each other, then laughed at their own secret joke.
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They'd been on the road for about four hours when Pete complained, "Melissa, I'm getting hungry. Let's stop and eat."
"Yeah, me too," said Dawn. "I skipped breakfast and my stomach thinks my throat's on strike."
"You talked me into it. Besides, I'm hungry too. Let's just find a nice place and pull off for a picnic." Melissa studied the countryside and finally found a sign pointing to the right. A heavily wooded picnic area was hidden a half-mile off the road.
"How's this look?"
"Great," said Dawn. "But the atmosphere doesn't count. Just the food."
"Where's the poetry in your soul, Dawn? Just for that, you can get lunch fixed up. Come on, Pete, let's you and me go do some exploring. I bet there's all sorts of neat places around here."
"Sure thing." The boy trotted after her like an obedient dog. She felt herself feeling itchy in the snatch again. It seemed that once she started fucking, she couldn't stop. The more cock she got, the more she needed to keep going.
A quickie with Pete would put a nice edge on their appetites. Especially if they found a nice, quiet place. Melissa knew how important it was to have a nice atmosphere for fucking.
The two climbed over rocks and along a stream until they came to a perfect spot. The grass looked almost as if it had been cut and trimmed just for them. A downy blanket couldn't have been more inviting.
"Let's rest here, Pete. For a while. Then we can go back and get some of the food Dawn's fixing up for us."
The boy was breathing heavily. The exertion had been worse for him than for Melissa. She had to continually remind herself that this frail youth did have health problems. It just seemed that they were in the background so much she tended to forget them.
"Having trouble with your breathing, Pete?"
"Uh, yeah." The boy collapsed to the soft carpet of grass. In a couple of minutes, he was back to normal, except for a gleam in his eye. "How about a little therapy to make sure?"
"Therapy? My, my, my, but the boy's learned a lot."
Melissa lay back on the grass and spread her legs in wanton invitation to the boy. She looked at him between her upraised knees. There was no way he could miss seeing all the way to her crotch and seeing that she didn't have any panties on under the skirt.
Pete gulped. He felt his cock stiffening as he saw the woman's naked pussy. It seemed to draw him like a magnet draws iron. He couldn't help himself. He had to fuck her.
And who could blame him?
Melissa was a vision of loveliness. Her tits poked impudently against the fabric of her blouse. It was apparent that she hadn't bothered with underwear today. Her nipples were prominent marble-sized bumps on her chest.
Pete ran his zipper down and let his cock flop out. It snapped out like the blade on a switchblade knife. Melissa smiled as she was treated to the sight of the boy's dong. It was already fully erect and throbbing with life. There was no doubt that the boy was going to take the initiative this time.
That was fine with Melissa. Let him learn the old missionary position. She was in perfect position for him. She beckoned to him.
"Come on in, Pete, the pussy's fine!"
That was all the boy needed in way of invitation. He quickly dropped to his knees between Melissa's white legs. His hands stroked up and down the tender inner thighs but he couldn't quite work up the nerve to touch her already flowing snatch.
"Go on, Pete. Hurry. I need you in me!"
The lad worked his way forward and began squirming until the head of his dick lightly touched Melissa's pussy lips. With an unexpected motion, she wiggled down and took his cock into her twat. Both gasped at the sudden insertion.
Melissa was delighted to find that the boy's cock stayed nice and firm. It didn't squirt and jet out its load at the first contact of cuntflesh. He was learning control.
She rejoiced in the feeling of a cock inside her again. Pete seemed unsure of himself. Melissa decided to help him along a little. The feeling of power she had over him increased as she instructed him, "Brace yourself on your hands. Then just move back and forth with your hips. Your cock'11 move easily in my nice, juicy little cunt!"
The words seemed to turn the boy on. She felt his prick bounce and jerk spasmodically inside her when she voiced them. He got turned on by dirty words.
"Go on, Pete, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Pete strained as he thrust his hips forward. Melissa felt his tiny prong slip balls deep into her cunt. The boy was trying hard to please her. And he was succeeding. Damn, but was he succeeding!
The woman suppressed a loud moan of pleasure. She lifted her legs and hiked up her skirt to give the boy a better shot at her cunt. Also, with her legs up in the air, he could penetrate her even further. The way his cock raced back and forth in a ragged rhythm told Melissa that the boy didn't really know what he was doing.
Time for more instruction. "Slow down, Pete. Fuck me with slow, easy strokes. You'll know when to speed up."
Would he ever know! As soon as he felt the rush of jism building up and surging down his pipe, he'd speed up his fucking tempo. But he had to learn control first.
Pete tried slow, deliberate strokes. And he almost drove Melissa mad with desire. She hadn't thought he could do so well with just a single command. With an agonizing slowness, Pete corkscrewed his cock into her clinging little manhole. After he was buried balls deep, he slowly pulled out.
There wasn't the incredible suction there was when John fucked her. But Melissa was pleasantly surprised at the way Pete's cock was pleasuring her. Over and over, he slowly inserted and withdrew his four-inch dong. Then, something seemed to take over his body.
Melissa felt the difference immediately. Pete's strokes began to speed up. He didn't try for a deep penetration each time. He seemed more intent on fucking her silly. Short, quick, pistoning moves carried him back and forth in her well-greased slot until the friction mounted. Melissa began moving her legs around to compress her cunt. By laying her knees down flat on the soft grass on either side of her body, she exerted incredible pressure on Pete's cock while it was inside her snatch.
"Ummm, wow!" was all the boy could say when Melissa began squeezing down with her stomach muscles. He never lost - the tempo he had established, though. He kept it up with the expertise of an old hand at the game.
Something seemed to tell the boy to speed up. Melissa would have told him, but he was stealing her breath away. His prick was creating enough warming friction along the walls of her cunt that she was filled with liquid fire. The way the boy was fucking her transcended what any thirteen-year-old kid should have been able to do to a twenty-eight-year-old woman.
The increased speed and penetration each time Pete fucked into her caused the woman to lose track of everything in the world except one thing: the hard, driving cock going in and out of her hole.
Pete puffed and groaned like a steam engine. He shoved his hips forward with as much power as he could. He felt the soft caressing warmth of Melissa's cunt turn into a velvet glove filled with fire. That seemed to excite him even more. He fucked faster.
His driving prick finally set off the orgasm lurking in Melissa's loins. She cried out, "OOHHHH SHIIIIT! GOOOOOOOD!" She gripped at him but her fingers wouldn't close properly. Her entire being was racked by the climax searing her very soul.
The boy kept up with his fucking. His hips began a rotary motion as he entered Melissa. He literally corkscrewed his way into her cunt." Each trip dragged his cock over the rim of her cunt mouth. His body pressed her clit firmly. The boy was concentrating on a dozen parts of her cunt all at once—or so it seemed.
Really, all he was thinking about was the fact that his cock felt like it was going to blow apart at any instant. His fucking tempo picked up even more. Faster, harder, deeper he rammed into Melissa's tender body. They were smashing together when another orgasm slashed through Melissa's body.
Pete kept on fucking. He knew that he was giving her an incredible amount of enjoyment. The look on her face was indescribable. He'd never seen anything quite like it. A half-grim, half-ecstatic mask seemed to veil the woman's finely boned features.
She was mumbling incoherently. Pete was used to that. He couldn't think too straight himself when he was coming.
This time, however, he couldn't keep up the frantic pace he had set. The woman's hot cunt finally ignited the fuse. He felt a fire burning back into his balls. Then, like a dam bursting, his cum erupted and creamed the insides of Melissa's hungering cunt.
The lewd lips of her twat seemed to purse, then drink up each and every drop of his cum.
"Unnghhhhh!" he gasped as his body strained to split the woman apart all the way to the chin. His cock was squeezed and caressed and heated and milked of every drop of jism.
The feel of the boy's sperm set off a final climax in the quivering woman's body. She and Pete rocked through orgasm together. They were tossed high on the waves of a carnal ocean shared only by the two of them. They rode up the crests of the waves, then plunged down the other side.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, exhausted.
"Kid, you're really learning. You're going to be a real crowd-pleaser in a few years if you keep this pace up. A lot of guys with a lot more experience couldn't have fucked me as good as you did."
"Ah, you're just saying that."
"It's true, Pete. Every word. And I think the two of us had better get back or Dawn's going to be sending out the Mounties looking for us."
"Yeah, I guess we had better get back. Besides, I'm sort of tired."
Melissa smiled. He was just a young boy. But he was learning the lessons she wanted him to learn-and he was doing it fast, too. It wouldn't be that many years until he could fuck all night long, then go looking for more tail.
They stood and Pete zipped up his jeans. They walked, hand in hand, back to the station wagon. Dawn had their lunch all ready. It wasn't all that
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much but they were hungry, especially after their extra-curricular activity.
"Well, been out giving nature lessons, I see," said Dawn. From her tone, it was obvious she knew exactly what Melissa and her brother had been up to. "I figured I'd have to eat all this by myself."
"Don't kid yourself. We've been working up a healthy appetite."
They ate, then Pete declared, "I'm tired. I want to take a nap." Without further ado, he curled up in the back of the station wagon and fell fast asleep.
"You really wore him out this time, Melissa." -"What do you mean?"
"Nothing much. I was thinking you might show me the spot where you and Pete, uh, studied the deeper aspects of nature and all that."
"The birds and bees routine, you mean?"
"Yep, that's the one."
"Okay, little bee, start buzzing along. I guess Pete'll be okay here alone. He seems to be sleeping very peacefully."
"Yeah. They always do after a good screw."
"Dawn!"
"Yes," she said maliciously. "What is it, nurse? Am I coming down with some vile infection? Are you going to examine me? I hope!"
They laughed and went off into the forest. It didn't take them long to find a spot that looked promising for.their lezzie activities. The forest spread out into a gentle glade. In the distance, a cow contentedly munched away at some grass. All in all, a peaceful, relaxing spot. .
Melissa started to say something when she felt Dawn's hand creeping up her leg. She half turned and faced the girl. Dawn's face was flushed. The girl was obviously getting hot just thinking about a little lesbian activity with Melissa.
"Go on, Dawn. Higher. I think you'll find it—interesting."
Melissa grunted when the girl's fingers found her naked snatch. Dawn's eyes opened wider. She was surprised to find warm flesh and crinkly pubic hair and juicy cunt instead of a silk-encased pussy.
The brunette's hands weren't wasting any time, either. She quickly opened the girl's embroidered workshirt and reached around behind until she could undo the hooks on the bra. For the millionth time, she damned the Frenchman who had invented bras. They were a nuisance getting on and off, especially on another chick.
Dawn silently hiked up Melissa's skirt and revealed the bare flesh to the warm sunlight and cool breeze of the glade. The girl ran her fingers back and forth between the puckered hps of Melissa's cunt. Her fingers came away sticky with love juice. Already, Melissa was hot and ready for action.
Dawn found her breath coming faster, too. The woman had taken the teenager's tits in both hands and pressed them together. Nipple rubbing against nipple stimulated Dawn to the limits of her endurance. She felt lightning bolts of delight crash into her chest. The cruel pressure on her boobs was erased by the wondrous sensation, the erotic stimulation that Melissa was giving her.
"Oooooh, yes, Melissa, yessss! That's great!" she exclaimed. Joy hurtled into her body and set her heart racing like that of a frightened fawn. Her nipples expanded and hardened with the added blood pumping into them. Her jugs felt like overinflated balloons. They threatened to pop at any second.
"You like this, huh? Let me try a little bit of mouth on them and see how you like that!"
Melissa's mouth engulfed the end of Dawn's left tit. The girl felt the pebble-hard nipple crushed down into the pillowy flesh underneath by Melissa's tongue. Feathery touches from the nurse's tongue sent shivers throughout the girl's body. When the nurse began to suck and lightly chew on the nipple trapped in her mouth, Dawn was almost driven wild with desire.
Her own hand continued to stroke back and forth on Melissa's pussy mound. She couldn't quite reach all the way to the juicy cuntlips any more. In fact, her arms were weighted with lead. Her legs began to feel weak and watery. Dawn slowly collapsed to the soft carpet of grass.
Melissa followed the teenager down. Her mouth never left the girl's tit. She loved the way the nipple flipped back and forth so easily. Her tongue raced around the ruddy plain of areola. This caused the nipple to expand even more. Soon, Melissa could feel the throbbing of Dawn's aroused heartbeat through the flesh of her jug.
Lying side by side was the most comfortable for them. But it didn't afford very much in the way of opportunity for either of them.
Melissa said, "Get out of those jeans. Get your cunt naked, too. Let's do this thing right if we're going to do it at all."
She almost laughed at the teenager. She watched as Dawn hastily ripped open her denims and squirmed out of them. The white cotton briefs she wore hardly concealed the luxuriant black-downed bush underneath. In fact, Melissa bet that Dawn wore them simply because they didn't hide her bush from any admirer who got this far. It would be a sure come-on to any young buck.
"Ready!" cried Dawn.
Melissa flipped around and opened her legs. She scooted back a bit and her cunt met Dawn's in a wantonly obscene kiss. The brunette managed to open her pussylips slightly and take Dawn's into her cunt. Not far, not with much pressure, but with a lot of erotic desire.
Their cuntlips met and kissed repeatedly. Soon, Dawn got the idea. Her own labia began to move against Melissa's. Tiny tingles of cunt-warming delight filled both of them. Their juices mixed together and lubricated their actions.
Dawn moaned as she ground her cunt down viciously against Melissa's. She had to have more stimulation. Her cunt cried out for more, ever more stimulation. Melissa used her legs in a scissors action. This took all of the teenager's snatch into a fierce hold. Squeezing, caressing, they lay end for end with their twats devouring one another. Dawn had never gotten eaten this way before and it was fantastic! The skill, the coordination involved astounded her.
But she wasn't lying there analyzing what was happening to her. She was enjoying it to the fullest. Dawn managed to lift herself off the ground enough to see her black pussy fur intermingling with Melissa's brown hair. The odd combination seemed to stir her passions as much as the wet kisses between their cuntlips.
"Take hold of my foot, Dawn. Hold it close to you like this." Melissa demonstrated by pulling Dawn's leg in to her chest. The teenager's foot rested directly between the soft pillows of Melissa's tits.
The girl did as she was told. She didn't know exactly what the nurse had in mind, but it wouldn't hurt to find out. The first thing the teenager noticed was the extra pressure they could exert on their lewd joining at the genitals.
"Ummmm, ohhh shiiiit!" she groaned as her clit was pressed firmly against Melissa's. The nurse seemed to take a perverse pleasure in giving the girl sudden, unexpected surges of pleasure.
The two women's clits met and rubbed against each other. The tiny spires of erectile flesh were well greased by their overflowing cunts. When Melissa pulled on Dawn's foot, their clits met like duelers' swords. By simply rocking back and forth and hanging on to Dawn's leg, the woman was able to completely circle her clit around Dawn's.
The sensations blasting into Melissa's body were incredible. Each touch of her clitoris on Dawn's made Melissa even more aware of her own sexuality. Who but a woman could give another woman the ultimate pleasure? She knew every feeling the girl was experiencing because she was experiencing the same thing herself.
Melissa began flexing her toes in a very unusual fashion. She groped around until her toes found one of Dawn's throbbingly erect and alive nipples. The woman used her toes to clamp down on that nipple. She started massaging and moving it back and forth using only her foot.
The girl groaned and then shuddered through an orgasm. The feel of Melissa's foot on her nipple coupled with the erotic duel of their go-buttons and the general friction of one twat against the other set her off. This was so nice. It wasn't messy like fucking with a guy. None of that slimy crud they shot out all over the place when they got excited. Just nice, slippery cunt juice and-pleasure!
"Wow, that was great, Melissa. Lemme try it.. ." Dawn's foot rested so that its arch was curved along the swell of one of Melissa's boobs. She slowly began to get the hang of the trick. Her toes soon squeezed rhythmically on Melissa's nipple. The girl wanted to return the pleasure she'd felt.
To give a little added enjoyment to their lesbian lovemaking, Dawn began to roll over. Their legs were intertwined. Their pussies lewdly kissed and sucked at one another. And with their toes diddling and fondling nipples and breasts, they were an odd sight.
Dawn managed to ignite an orgasm in Melissa. They struggled erotically together on the soft grass for several minutes while the floods of orgasmic release buffeted them.
Melissa ended up in a sitting position. She looked down at the pretzel of their legs and commented, "This is unbelievable. I didn't think I was this agile. Ummmmm, cut that out! Stop it! Oh, Christ, ohhhhh!" She collapsed back to the soft grass. Dawn had started grinding her pussy firmly against the woman's brown-thatched one again.
The way her cuntlips expanded, she knew she was in for another climax. A wet noise filled the quiet glade. It was the sound of one set of cuntlips slipping and sliding across another equally aroused set. Their bodies became vessels filled with undiluted delight. They writhed around until each reached the climax she so desperately needed.
Melissa felt as if the top of her head were going to blow off. She was sure that every sexual fuse in her body had blown, every circuit had burned out. This was as good as any man shoving his dick up into her cunt. The burning sensation made her warm and comfortable and incredibly aroused at the same time.
It was a contradiction. How could she feel so calm and relaxed and aroused at the same time. She didn't stop to worry about it. She rode on the winds of climax again and again.
Soon, her body wouldn't handle any more sex. It was too tired. She was burned out for a while. And it looked like Dawn was, too. To exhaust that little vixen took quite a load of sex.
"Ready to head back, kiddo?"
"Not yet. I want to rest here for a few minutes.
Get my breath back. You can come up with the damnedest things, Melissa. That was fantastic. Not even Michelle has ever been able to get me off like that."
"Comes from enjoying sex, man or woman doesn't much matter. Come on, snuggle up next to me."
Melissa took the girl's head in her arms and crushed her face between her cushiony tits. The girl took the cue and began licking and lapping with gusto. Soon, their sexual appetites had been restored. They rolled around a little until they were in the classic 69 position, eating each other out.
When they finally returned to the car, Melissa was sure she'd finally worn Dawn out. The teenager crawled into the back of the station wagon and fell asleep beside her brother.
In a few minutes, Melissa had the car back on the road. She began to wonder what would come from all this. She liked making it with Pete-and Dawn—and John.
But it was a dead end. As soon as they got back to their mother, it would have to be over. What the hell. Nothing lasted forever. Melissa would enjoy it while she had the chance.