Chapter 9
They'd been driving for over six hours when John flashed his lights a couple times to signal Melissa. She pulled over at the rest stop. The scenery was lovely. There was no disputing that. Ever since they'd left Colorado and worked their way down into New Mexico, she's been admiring the scenic beauty of the state.
John called out, "Let's stop here for a while. My back's getting kinks in it from driving."
"Mine is too. Besides, I'd like to look around a little more. This country is really something."
Dawn said, "The little legend at the bottom of the map says this entire area is the middle of a huge volcanic crater."
"Is it gonna explode and spit out lava on us?" asked Pete.
"Don't be silly. The volcano died a million years ago."
"Whenever it died, this is lovely country. So green and peaceful." Melissa sighed as she thought back over the past week. Their meandering journey had taken them to a lot of different cities and through some pretty countryside. It was nice seeing America first-hand instead of from 30,000 feet out an airplane window. But the trip was nearing an end. A day, maybe two, and they'd be in Tucson.
She didn't have any regrets about leaving Michigan to come out here. Just for the scenery, it was worth it. But leaving John and his fabulous cock, Dawn and her agile tongue, Pete and his innocence, all distressed the nurse. She'd known it couldn't last forever. Keeping the three of them balanced off was something of a strain. Only Dawn knew the nurse was fooling around with both John and Pete. Pete was totally innocent. He figured he was getting the woman's full attention.
If John suspected anything, he didn't let on. It was a sure bet that he didn't suspect anything between Melissa and Dawn.
Melissa felt the hollowness return to her twat. She needed John's powerful, driving cock shoved into her again. This might be her last chance. It was certainly a good opportunity to get it on with the man. And she wasn't about to miss anything Fate tossed her way.
"John," she said quietly, "let's you and me go up that hill and see what we can see."
He got the meaning immediately. He didn't have to be a mind-reader to see that she was breathing a little faster, her lovely tits rising and falling more rapidly than normal.
"Sure." Turning he called out, "Hey, kids, we're going up to the top of that mesa. You stay here till we get back."
"I wanna go too!" cried Pete. "You're not up to it, Petey. You'd never make it halfway and I'm too tired to carry you around. And you, Dawn, you stick with him so he doesn't get into any trouble."
"Okay, Pop. Whatever you say." Only Melissa caught the glint in the girl's eye. She knew what was going on. For the chance at Melissa later on, she'd play the game now. But she'd demand her reward. It had been pretty dry in terms of boys for her. Melissa was about the only sexual release she had available to her.
"Let's hike, gal!" said John, planting a stinging swat across Melissa's denim-clad ass.
Melissa shot him a dirty look, then started off to the top of the flattened rise. They hadn't gone two hundred yards when John said, "Enough of this hiking crap. I never was much of an outdoorsman."
"No," Melissa agreed, "you seem to be more of a cocksman."
"That sounds like my speed. And you're fast enough a woman to keep me pleased."
"How about over there? A nice little stream burbling along, grass to soften out the cold ground, even . .. ummmmm, ohhh, John!"
Melissa wasn't allowed to continue her travelogue. The man's mouth smothered hers. Their lips met, then melted together. Their kiss deepened and soon their tongues were dancing erotically back and forth. Melissa loved the sensation of shoving John's rough tongue out of her mouth using only the tip of her tongue.
The man was equally adroit in the way he could slip under and tickle the underside of the woman's tongue. They stood there, locked in each other's embrace for long minutes while their mouths were engaged in the mock-fucking.
Finally, John broke it off. He said, "Enough of this, wench. I want to get into your pants."
"Okay," shrugged Melissa. "But I'd rather you fucked me. I didn't know you got off on transvestite games."
"I'm going to paddle your behind good for that!"
"Oh, no, you're not!"
Melissa turned and ran. John started chasing her. Like two school kids out on vacation, they played hide and seek through the pine trees. Finally, Melissa let John catch her. She wasn't going to pass up that paddling he'd promised her!
"Gotcha!" John cried as his fingers closed around Melissa's arm. He pulled her to the ground, managing to get his legs under her body. She lay prone over his lap.
The woman instantly knew that the little chase had gotten the man hot. She could feel the press of his erect cock through his pants. The bulge prodded into her belly.
"Now, down with these trousers."
John quickly removed Melissa's jeans and almost reverently ran his hand over her smooth, white ass.
The skin was so warm and firm and silky, he felt like he could sit there all day and do nothing but fondle her asscheeks.
"You beast!" Melissa said without much conviction. This entire scene was turning her on.
She could already feel her cunt begin to slobber and drool out its love fluids.
The man reluctantly lifted his hand from the soft expanse of skin. When he landed a stinging swat on Melissa's upturned ass, a red handprint appeared in bold relief. John looked at the imprint in disbelief. For a moment he did nothing.
He was nudged out of his reverie when Melissa repeated, "Beast!" to make sure that the man remembered what he had intended to do. She wasn't going to let him forget.
She was greeted with another stinging slap. Then another and another. The man started to warm to his task. And Melissa's assflesh began to warm up. With it, her insides came to a low boil. She felt her emotions seething and stirring her to cry out her need.
"Dammit, John, I want your cock in me! Fuck me!"
"Quiet, little girl. I'm still punishing you for running away from me like you did. You've got to be taught obedience just like the bitch you are!"
A rain of flat-handed blows landed on Melissa's ass. She squirmed and twisted, trying to escape. John managed to hold her firmly to prevent it. He continued dealing out the spanking until the once-white flesh had turned a bright, cherry red.
Every time one of the blows landed, a shock of delight passed through the woman's tortured flesh. The feel of John's hand landing on her ass not only warmed it, it started a chain reaction in her body. Melissa found herself really getting turned on by the spanking.
She couldn't escape. That was obvious. John held her too tightly. She had to take her medicine. And she liked it!
Melissa never felt more alive. As John was spanking her once-creamy-white ass, she became aware of every nerve in her body. Each was ready for something special, something more than a hand on the heated flesh. The nurse knew that it was reaching her when she felt her cunt flow even faster. She was like a river, the source buried far between her legs.
"Branding you with my handprints, that's what I'm doing. Brand you just like a heifer!" John declared. He continued paddling the upturned ass, harder than before. Watching the fierce red of his hand's outline appear after every blow turned him on.
His hard-on was already painful. His cock was trapped in his pants. And with the weight of the brunette's body across his lap, his long dick didn't have anywhere to go. It sure wasn't going where it was intended to go!
John was going to have to remedy that.
Or would he? On second thought, why just fuck Melissa? They'd done that a lot of times and it was great. None better in his opinion. She could take his cock all the way up, grip and hold it inside her slippery little cunt, then squeeze and manipulate his prick until he had to scream out in ecstasy. That velvety passage was the tightest and hottest he'd ever found.
But there might be a tighter, hotter one right under his hand.
There was one way of finding out.
John began stroking his hand up and down the rounded curve of Melissa's ass. The flesh glowed with its own inner warmth now. Instead of the normal soft white skin, the flesh was a bright red—well spanked. He thrust a hand between her asscheeks and grabbed hold of the fleshy slab.
He repeated the action with his other hand.
"Wh-what're you doing?"
"Shut up, bitch. I'm doing what I damn well please. After you ran out on me like that, you don't have any say about what I decide to do—or not do—to you."
"You . . . you're going to fuck me, aren't you?" Her voice held the faintest trace of panic. She hadn't gone through all of this just to have John cancel the game at the last minute.
"Hell, no. Now shut up."
He shoved his other hand into the humid crease between her asscheeks. He pulled the meaty slabs apart and began to squeeze the halves. When Melissa moaned out in enjoyment, he knew that he wouldn't hear any more protests from her. John rubbed his hand up and down the entire length of the crack between the woman's buttocks. The warmth from his spanking seemed to radiate all the way down, even into this deep canyon of flesh.
If John had known the truth, the spanking had set fire to a lot more than just the surface of Melissa's skin. The woman's very cunt had been set afire by the- rough treatment. She knew it was getting her ready for even better things. Her cunt was well oiled now. She was ready to fuck.
John's delving finger finally located the tiny, puckered little hole of Melissa's anus. The clenched muscle wasn't going to let anything in. It took pride in being tightly held, the guardian of Melissa's rear passage.
John was going to get through that powerful little doorway. He tried working his finger into the anal sphincter. It didn't work too well. Melissa cried out, not in joy but in pain.
Changing his tactics, John suddenly rammed his finger deep into the woman's oily cunt.
"Unnngh! Oh, John, shit! Oh, ummmmmm!"
A lightning bolt surged into her body as John's finger unexpectedly thrust into her cunt. It was a welcome invasion. She knew it had to be the first of several-the last being his nine-inch cock that would give her pleasure the rest of the afternoon.
But John wasn't content to just run his finger in and out of the woman's snatch. As soon as his entire hand was covered with her oily secretions, he moved back to her rear end. His hand slipped to the bottom of the deep crevice. There he found the tightly clenched asshole again. Using her own fuck fluids, John liberally applied the juice to the area around her asshole.
When the muscle was well lubricated, he suddenly jabbed his greasy finger into her shit chute.
Melissa arched her back and cried, "AIIEEEE! Don't, John, don't! You.. . you're ripping me apart!"
"Shut up, bitch. If you think that's big, just wait until I stuff something even bigger up your little asshole. I'm going to fuck your ass as hard and fast and deep as I can."
The words made Melissa shudder. Whether it was dread of being torn apart or thrill for the new experience, she couldn't say. She'd never had her ass fucked before. Most guys refused. And she'd never insisted because she'd been a little bit afraid.
To have John's nine-inch dick crammed into her tiny asshole was both exciting to think of and horrifying to contemplate. It could be delicious. It might be disastrous for her.
What if he tore her delicate internal tissues with his huge cock? It was just possible. Not many studs were as well hung as John. And not many could get the power and depth of penetration that he could.
She decided. "John, please, no! Up my cunt, please, up my cunt! Fuck me there but not in my asshole!"
"Shut up, you wanton whore. You never complained before and you're not going to start now. I'll fuck you when I want, where I want. You dig that?"
John was getting off on the feeling of power he had over the woman. He knew her protests were only part of the game. It turned them both on. He was the macho stud. She was the unwilling woman being seduced against her will. A nice play and not far from the truth.
"Please, noooooo! Ohhhhh!" she moaned as John's finger started working back and forth in her asshole. He was liberally lubricating every inch of the passageway with his middle finger. And using her own secretions to do the job.
John unceremoniously dumped Melissa to the soft grass. She landed on her back, then rolled over to hands and knees, her pert ass sticking up in the air like a giant candy cane. The alternating, criss-cross pattern of red and white on her ass turned John on even more.
He was the one who had branded her. He was the one who was going to fuck that gorgeous ass!
He quickly got naked. Her ass seemed to beckon to him, to call him forward to fuck it. He , immediately dropped to his knees between Melissa's legs. She quickly placed the tops of her feet over his calves as John leaned forward.
His cock went before him, searching out the humid, dank area between her asscheeks. He thrust forward gently. Melissa clamped her ass down tight to keep him out. Lacking the proper lubrication, there wasn't much John could do.
Except get well oiled for his invasion up her ass.
He lowered his sights to the slightly gaping cunt. With a quick shove of his hips, he speared the woman dead center. His cock raced up the liquid passage until he collided with her fleshy ass.
Melissa's arms turned to water and she slid forward to the ground. She rested her head on her forearms. Her arms and shoulders had been robbed of all strength by the sudden invasion of her quim. This was where she wanted John, so she kept her ass stuck up for his easy entry. She was filled to overflowing once more by his mighty telephone pole of a cock. The slightest tremor and she felt it all through her insides.
Each time John moved, she felt it. As his cock jerked and throbbed, she was aware of it. She tightened down a little on his buried dick. The head of his prick seemed to expand until it threatened to push her apart from the inside.
The purple head of his cock expanded to make the fit between the soft, ripply walls of her cunt and his mighty shaft even tighter. The slightest move stirred her passions to the point of orgasm.
But John was a skilled lover. He kept her from coming a half-dozen times. He wanted all the sexual energy inside her body to be conserved for a big orgasm. Not a bunch of little ones, but a huge one. He wanted her to be wrung out like a dishcloth.
He wanted her to tell him that it was the greatest fucking she'd ever gotten. And mean every word of it.
When the man felt the heat and wetness of Melissa's cunt getting to him, he decided it was time to leave. He wouldn't have minded staying buried balls deep in the clutching hot cunt. Rubbing his hairy thighs against her soft, spanked bottom really turned him on. Feeling the woman's smooth flanks rising and falling as her breathing accelerated, John suddenly decided.
He'd go all the way. Up her ass.
"Here it comes, doll! Ready or not!"
"John, no, you can't!"
He did.
He couldn't quite get it in on the first try. He pushed the crown of his cock firmly against the tightly puckered little anus. It refused to grant him entry. He pressed more firmly. The greedy muscle still refused him entry. John exerted a strong, steady pressure until he felt his cockhead go into the "O" of Melissa's asshole.
He paused for a moment, then slammed full length up her ass.
"SHIIIIIIT!" the woman cried out. "Damn, it huuuuurts! It hurrrts bad!"
John was suddenly lost in a paradise of carnal delight. His entire cock was surrounded by a hot, crushingly tight sheath. He had fucked all the way into the woman's bowels. She gripped and clutched at him so much tighter than he'd expected, John worried about shooting his load right then and there.
If the effect on John was great, it was even greater on the woman. She had been worried about his massive dick ripping her apart. That was exactly what it felt like when he first fucked into her asshole. True, John had greased his cock amply in the well of her cunt, but that didn't keep his thick cock from stretching and pulling her tender inner tissues in new and different directions.
She was experiencing being pulled apart from the inside out. Her entire rectum burned as if some sadist had rammed a flaming poker up it. Melissa was certain that nothing but charred flesh would be left. It hurt. It burned. It made her feel as if she were losing her grip and was going to pass out.
The woman had never fainted while being fucked. She'd thought that was something that only happened in gothic romances. Now she knew differently. She had to struggle to hold down the pain ripping her insides apart. Luckily, John was content to let his cock rest in her hot asshole and not move.
Then, as suddenly as the pain began, it ended. She was filled with warmth. The cock seemed to sensitize her insides to the point where she could more fully appreciate exactly how large John was. The man was very well hung. There was no doubt about that. But Melissa could feel each and every bump along the entire length of his prick.
The way his cockhead expanded made her feel fulfilled. The jerking motion told her exactly how aroused the man was by this ass-fucking. But she was receiving other pleasurable inputs. The rubbing of his hairy thighs on her well-spanked bottom made her warm and tingly. The feel of his hands stroking up and down her ribs really turned her on. Shivers went through her body until she was ready to cry and laugh at the same time.
John slowly pulled out of his tight berth. It had been like fucking into a surgeon's glove filled with liquid fire. His cock had felt crushed and battered. Soon, however, the woman's inner warmth had made it all better.
He idly wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't made the quick lubricating trip into Melissa's cunt. It might have scraped the skin right off his dick. That idea didn't appeal to him at all.
"Here we go, doll. It's going to get better!"
He left the head of his cock inside the "O" of Melissa's ass. He began his butt-fucking in earnest now. He slowly reinserted his cock. Again he felt the flaming delight of being surrounded by the tightest, hottest hole into which he'd ever fucked.
The Greeks had something, after all.
John let his hips take over. The entire scene was turning him on faster than he'd thought possible. He rammed in and out of the woman's ass with a quicker tempo. Faster and faster he butt-fucked her. The sensations mounted in his body. His balls hardened into a compact little bag hung under his* nine-inch pecker.
When his jism began to boil and churn inside that sac, he knew that he was nearing the point of no return. He fucked faster.
Watching his long prick vanish between the well-spanked asscheeks of the woman was a real treat. His' long cock seemed to be sucked into her humid depths. And as it passed by the anal muscle, the little "O" seemed to fondle and caress his cock. No more working against him. It was all for what he was doing to Melissa's rectum.
He reamed her bowels out with faster, harder, deeper penetrations. His hips slammed hard into her softly padded ass. The more he drove into her, the harder she thrust her butt back to take him even further into her ass. She was beginning to enjoy having her ass fucked.
Melissa had warmed and had begun to get into the act. It was fine having her ass well attended to. After her inner membrane had spread enough to accommodate the massive male invader, she was able, to enjoy the butt-fucking to the fullest. She was thankful John had dipped his cock into her fluid-filled cunt first. Otherwise, this would have been painful. Sheer torture.
Her universe spun crazily around her as John kept driving full force into her back passage. Her spine took a lot of the force of his entry. His cock reamed her out totally. The warmth and completely filled feeling was what set off her orgasm.
She felt her body seized in the rigid grip of the muscle-locking ecstasy. Rocking, she heaved her ass back toward John and took his cock an extra couple inches up her rectum.
That set off a brand-new orgasm. As the second one ripped through her mind and filled her body with undiluted pleasure, the convulsive grip of her asscheeks along John's shaft set him off.
The man's cock exploded like a stick of dynamite. He hadn't planned it that way. He wanted to keep fucking this fine ass for a while longer. But the way Melissa's ass clamped down on him, he felt like he'd plugged his cock into a milking machine.
Intense vacuum inside her rectum, incredible pressure the entire length of his prick. To top it off, the heat boiling out of her rectum was enough to burn his cock to a cinder.
He jetted out his jism in powerful, body-racking blasts. Like a firehose, he creamed the entire inside of the woman's shit chute. He gave her an enema she'd never forget.
The pair clutched at each other. John weakly fucked back and forth until his cock turned into a limp hose. It dribbled out of Melissa's asshole and hung wetly between his legs.
He felt tired, exhausted. This was something totally unique for the man. Usually he could spring back in a few minutes and have at it once more. This time was different. His climax had been so great, it took all the spunk out of him.
"Well, doll, was I kidding?"
"Nope. You called it right, John. That was simply fantastic. And I'm actually going to thank you!"
She rolled over and kissed him. For a long while, they lay locked in each other's arms. Melissa thought they made a good pair. John was innovative and she was receptive.
And both were good at fucking.
It was just too bad it was coming to an end. They'd be in Arizona the next day.