Chapter 5
Good-bye, Melissa
"It's raining again. It's been raining on and off ever since Melissa left a week ago. When it starts raining down here in Cuernavaca, it seems like it's going to go on and on, endlessly, until the whole earth gets flooded. I wonder where Melissa is now. ... I never thought it would end like this. ... I might have known it would, but I never thought it. At my ageforty-five-which is neither young anymore, nor not yet old, such thoughts are not thought. I suppose guilt has something to do with it. Refusal to admit being a fool-refusal to admit that the involvement had hurt others, who a year ago were loved. Wife and son. Marc is nineteen. Three years older than Melissa was-is-somewhere out there in the rain. Melissa with the girlish smile and the penultimate pneumatic hip joints. The combination that made me a deserter, a fugitive of sorts when you get right down to it.
"Was it Brahms who is supposed to have stepped out of the house one day to go to the bakery and buy a loaf of bread, and then kept on going, never to return home? Well, that's pretty close to the way it happened with me-and Melissa.
"I was going to San Diego from Los Angeles one day a year ago, on business. I'm an artist-mostly commercial work for magazine ads and such, though I do try to keep a dozen or so canvases scattered throughout the galleries at all times. Anyway, I was going to San Diego to drop off an assignment. I'd kissed Cheryl good-bye early that morning-the argument that we had the night before forgotten. It had something to do with her mother-in-law. ... Marc was away at his job-part-time work that he was doing to help us put him through college....
"It was a beautiful day. Wisps of clouds in the sky. A soft breeze. I wasn't thinking of anything special as I sped along the freeway past Capistrano.
"Melissa registered on my optic nerve at first as a blue blur in the distance. As a rule I don't pick up hitchhikers. Not because of any prejudices or fears but because I usually travel in the fast lane on the freeway, which is away from the road shoulder and whatever hitchhiker it might hold.
"Fate threw me a curve that day though. I was passing a group of slow-moving cars in the inner lanes when Melissa appeared on the road shoulder ahead. She was dressed the way most kids are dressed nowadays-faded blue jeans and a tight pullover sweater. The breeze was playing with her long, shimmering red-gold hair. Her thumb was out. She had an airline satchel in her free hand. There was no way of telling her age. She might have been thirteen; she might have been twenty-three.
"I pulled the Mustang off the road after slowing down just past her. I saw her walk toward the car in my rear-view mirror. A moment later the door opened and she set the bag down on the floor, then slid in next to me.
" 'Thanks,' she said, a flicker of a smile curving her slightly pouty lips, setting a couple of dimples in her cheeks.
"The first thing I noticed about her was her smile, the second were her breasts. I didn't stare; as a matter-of-fact, I averted my gaze as soon as I realized for a fact that she was apparently a 'liberated' girl. She wasn't wearing a bra; it was obvious because her nipples were easily discernible as little rises in her sweater at the tip of her breasts. As I said, I didn't stare, so I was slightly taken aback when she said: 'I don't wear a bra.' Then, without so much as a pause, asked me if I was one of those squares' who thought that women should wear bras and if I was married.
"I said that since I wasn't a woman, it wasn't up to me to say what women 'should' or 'shouldn't' do and that, yes, I was married.
"Before we had gone so much as twenty-five miles down the road, she pretty well had the story of my life as well as my attitudes toward war, the economy, and sex. She managed this through rapid-fire questions. And I? I knew that I was going to try to get into her pants. Especially after she told me that she was running away from home and that she didn't have any particular place in mind to go.
"I looked at her. She smiled, her eyes glinting with gold specks against green. She shrugged her shoulders. I sighed.
'"Have you ever been to Tijuana?' I asked her.
"She shook her head. 'No.' Then, after a pause: 'Is that where we're going?'
"I didn't say anything for a few seconds.
" 'Don't you like me? she asked.
" 'I don't even know your name' I said.
"She moved a little closer to me in the seat. 'Melissa,' she said. 'Last name is unimportant. I like you. I am under-age. I think you need a vacation. I am not a virgin, but I'm clean.'
"I cleared my throat. She laughed. Then she moved her hand suddenly into my crotch.
" 'You aren't wearing a jock strap,' she said, her fingers curling around the bulge in my pants, 'and I don't think you should.' Her squeezing fingers did nothing to alleviate what was happening to my cock. They only made it harder.
" 'Melissa,' I said, 'I'm old enough to be your father.'
"She ignored my statement, and, considering the fact that it was obvious to her I liked what she was doing, I certainly couldn't blame her for ignoring it.
"I put my right arm around her, my hand dropping down to cup her right breast. Her nipple was a hard nubbin in the palm of my hand. I tried keeping my eyes on the road. Her hand rubbing my hard on didn't make that too easy.
"I was thinking of what motel we could pull into, and whether it should be one in San Diego or in Tijuana, when Melissa said: 'You know what I feel like doing right about now?'
" 'I have an idea' I said.
" 'Mmmmm,' she moaned. 'I'd like to straddle that cock of yours and slide it right into my pussy-and then just fuck away until you flood me with your cream.... '
"Her words brought my prick to full attention, as far as that was possible within the confines of my trousers.
"Melissa laughed. 'How long is it?' she asked.
" 'I don't know,' I said. 'I never measured it.'
" 'For a man your age-' She paused, as if catching herself saying something she shouldn't have brought up.
" 'For a girl your age,' I said, rolling her nipple between the material of her sweater and my fingers, 'you sound like you've been at it a long time.'
"Melissa squeezed my cock. 'Long enough to have learned what this is for.' She kissed me suddenly on the cheek. 'When are we gonna get there? I can hardly wait.'
" 'About two hours,' I said.
" 'To San Diego?'
"I shook my head, trying to keep my mind off her steadily working fingers in my crotch. 'We'll cross the border.'
" 'Isn't that a federal offense?' she asked, serious-her fingers still stroking though.
" 'Honey,' I said, paused, catching myself before saying that I didn't care, and ended up by admitting that it was.
" 'Maybe we better just spend some time in San Diego,' Melissa offered.
"I didn't say anything. I felt the hardness leaving my crotch. Melissa's hand was gone.
" 'How old are you, Melissa?' I asked, knowing the answer before she responded.
"'Sixteen,' she said. Then: 'Shit.'
"For about fifteen minutes neither one of us said anything. My hand was still draped over Melissa's shoulder, and my thoughts were being shredded by the deep-down craving I was feeling for her. The craving won over....
" 'If you are game,' I finally said, 'so am I. We'll cross the border, spend a couple of days in Tijuana, maybe drive down to Ensenada, then I'll drop you off where I picked you up.... '
'"What about your assignment?' she asked, nodding toward the back seat and my portfolio there.
" 'It'll only take me a minute to drop it off.'
"She grinned and her hand crept back into my crotch. 'Groovy,' she said. Then, before I knew it, her fingers had worked down my zipper and her hand was grasping my meat.
" 'Honey,' I said, 'if you keep that up we're going to have an accident.'
"Quickly her hand pulled my hard on out of my pants. 'Not if I catch it in my mouth,' she said, lowering her head down toward my crotch.
"I felt the tip of her tongue touch the knob of my erection, then her breath coat it with warmth. 'It's gorgeous,' she whispered, flicking her tongue against its tip and at the same time moving her hand up and down-slowly-along its shaft. 'Do you want me to suck you off?' she asked, her voice sounding throaty and ragged.
"I was going to answer her, but she didn't give me time.
" 'Do you want me to take your prick in my mouth and lick it and suck it?' she continued. 'Do you want to fuck my mouth? Do you want to feel my lips tight against it? Do you want to come, spurting against my throat, to feel my tongue and throat muscles working on your cock?. . . '
"I listened to her murmuring voice, wondering where a girl her age had learned to talk like that, getting more and more aroused by her monologue. Then I felt her lips envelop my cock, felt the heat of her mouth surrounding my hard on, became conscious of her fluttering tongue and a sucking sensation-a sucking sensation combined with an up-and-down movement of her head as her lips, tight upon the shaft of my hard on, slid up and down its length.
"Instinctively, I began to respond, moved my hips back and forth, braced myself with one foot against the car's floorboards at the firewall, and-as she had suggested-fucked Melissa's sixteen-year-old mouth....
"She had somehow managed to work my balls out of the fly and, while she was sucking my cock, was kneading them, gently, with her fingers.
"It didn't take long. The moist cavern of her mouth, its heat, the friction of her lips against the length of my erection, and the suction she applied set off a spark in my balls, at the base of my cockshaft. That spark grew into a tingling sensation that seemed to radiate to the base of my spine and then up and throughout all the nerves of my body. I had to grasp the steering wheel with both hands firmly to keep myself from going off the side of the road as my cock pulsed once, twice, then spewed its come in successive shots into Melissa's mouth. And she didn't stop the up-and-down movement of her head when the first rush of my jism coated her throat; she accelerated her movements, tightening her lips around my hard on, and letting out a moan and a shudder suggesting that she, too, felt something akin to a tingle in her pussy. She didn't give up until she had drained my balls dry, swallowing all that came from them. I swear it felt as though the suction she was applying to the head of my cock was working all the way down the shaft tube and to the storehouse of sperm way down at its base....
"Finally, she let her lips slip off my prick-now going soft-and licked it clean.
" 'Oh, manomanoman!' she muttered between flicks of her tongue. 'I can't wait to get really fucked by this hunk of horny meat.... ' She raised her face up to mine. It sort of shocked me. She seemed somehow even younger than she was-perhaps it was the contrast of her adolescent face next to her little fingers still clutching my certainly post-adolescent cock. 'How far to the fucking motel ? ' she whispered.
"It was then, I suspect, it dawned on me that the girl was a nymphomaniac. But I didn't let it bother me. All I could think of was stripping her jeans off of her ass, spreading her young legs, and ramming my cock into that hot twat of hers. I wondered what her pussy looked like. Did she have a thick mat of red gold to cushion my fuck-strokes? Was her tunnel tight? Did she have a neat crease there-or were her pussy lips large and visible, protruding hungrily to grasp my erection and suck it in between them? How many times has she been fucked? I wondered.
" 'How many times have you been fucked?' I asked her, slipping into her vocabulary almost unconsciously.
"She shrugged her shoulders. 'You haven't answered my question,' she said.
"I forgot her question. Not the answer though. I was already keeping my eyes open for the next motel that would appear on the road. I simply didn't associate my urge with her query.
" 'How long,' she said in an even voice, 'before we get off the road and get into a fucking motel?' She squeezed my cock on her last word.
" 'Straight ahead,' I said, feeling suddenly excited-more than I had been to this point. 'Straight ahead, baby!'
"Moments later I was parked in front of the little motel office. We hadn't made it to San Diego, let alone the border. And I almost got out of the car without putting my meat away. Melissa, fortunately, was still holding on to it.
" 'You better hide that,' she said. 'Otherwise the manager might get an idea of why you are in such a rush to get a room.... '
"Minutes later, we were in the dingy little motel room. Melissa had walked in ahead of me, and I couldn't help noticing the fullness of her ass in the tight confines of her jeans. It wasn't that she was heavy there-not at all. Rather, it was the smooth curvature that made me lick my lips as I shut the door to the outside behind us. Then Melissa turned. My eyes locked in on her sweater, with her cantaloupe-size tits pushing the material out, the nubbins of her nipples teasing my eyes. Then I let my eyes slide down her flat tummy-a strip of bare skin showed itself between the hem of her sweater and the top of her jeans-and on to the juncture of her thighs.
" 'Doesn't that hurt?' I asked her, staring lewdly at her crotch.
"'Doesn't what hurt?' she asked, smiling.
" "The way those Levi's are cutting into your pussy, Melissa?' I took a step toward her and slowly moved one hand forward until it was cupping her cunt, and the other up and under her sweater. Her skin was warm; her nipples were like little pebbles. She moaned as I rubbed her between her legs, hard.
"The incredible frenzy that followed I will never be able to forget. It was sparked by
Melissa's response of grabbing my cock through my pants with one hand and sliding the other behind me-to burrow her fingers into the crease of my ass. For a moment, locked like that, we stood grinding our bodies against each other; then my mouth came down on hers and my tongue shot into her hot and moist cavity. She bit on it, forcing me to draw back on my tongue, then slid her hot little pointed one into my mouth. ... We fell on the bed, with me on top of her, her legs automatically and eagerly splaying open. By then I had her sweater worked up so that her glorious breasts were revealed to my eyes-white alabaster tipped with pink marble.
"I didn't have to undress her. Melissa's hands were busy with her jeans-she'd let go of my ass, but still kept a grip on my erection, massaging it through the material of my pants, grinding her body against mine and with those grinding motions working her jeans down her legs. It wasn't until I felt the nakedness of her thighs rubbing up and down my sides that I realized we had to tear apart-just long enough to strip.
"I tore myself away from her and stood up by the side of the bed, unzipping my fly, ripping the buttons off my shirt, pulling down my shorts. ... Melissa only had to pull her sweater off over her head. She did that in a flash, and the following instant was rolling around on the bed, grinding herself against the bed covers, waiting for me, staring hungrily at the way my hard on was poking out with the rigidity of tempered steel out of the clump of hairs around it....
"When the last of my clothing was off me, and seeing where her green-speckled eyes were focused, I took hold of my cock and stroked it a couple of times in my fist, letting the skin slide back and forth over the shaft. 'Is this what you want, Melissa?' I asked her.
"She nodded quickly, rolling over on her back and spreading her legs. The red streak in the gold of her hair was natural, and the gold mine between her smooth thighs-with little wisps of spun gold surrounding the pink gash of her pussy, glistening slightly with the excitement of arousal-was fascinating.
"Her hands cupped her breasts, pressed them together, then let go of them and slid down her unblemished flanks until they were resting against her thighs, palms down, right beneath her pussy. Then her fingers moved inward, toward her pussy lips. 'Is this-' she asked, breathing heavily as she placed a finger of each hand on the puffed pinkness on either side of her glorious vagina and then gently pulled her fingers away from each other, more and more, until her young slit was transformed into the round hole of the entrance to her cunt. 'Is this where you want to plant that pole?' One of her fingers suddenly slipped all the way, to its last knuckle, into her cunt. 'Way in there? So you can pull it out part way-' Her finger slid out until only the first joint of it was between her pussy lips. '-then ram it back in-' Her finger disappeared. '-then pull it out-then.... '
"I couldn't stand her teasing me like that any longer. I let go of my cock and placed my hands on her knees. 'Get your finger out of there!'
"She did. Her fingers held her glistening pussy open.
" 'Fuck me!' she muttered as I pulled her to the edge of the bed, then placed my hands under her ass, lifting her up slowly. It didn't take much effort. She aided me-her eyes locked on the gradually lessening distance between the slit-ended, crimson knob of my cock and the opening between her legs, still held wide open by her fingers.
"An electric shock seemed to go through me as the lubricated tip of my cock touched the pliable softness of her pussy lips. I let my cock slide up and over the pink nub of her clitoris; then, raising her slightly, I had the head of my cock press into the slickness of her young vagina.
" 'The head is in,' she murmured, her eyes glazed with the sensations that were undoubtedly as strong between their thighs as they were between mine. 'Oh, fuck!' her voice was throaty, but it still held the youthfulness of her age in it. I felt her cunt muscles contract around my cock head and seem to try drawing it deeper into her.
"With a slowness that almost drove me out of my mind, I moved my hips forward, watching the juncture of mine and Melissa's bodies. Watching my shaft slide into the girl's cunt was almost enough to make me shoot my load into her. I suppose it actually didn't take more than five to ten seconds before the coarse hairs around the base of my cock, black in color, entwined with the red gold, and much finer muff of Melissa's mound. Watching the shaft slide into her, however, seeing its thickness stretch her fuck hole and then begin to draw the lips inward. ... It sent a shudder through me and a low and sensuously guttural moan through the girl.
"Then; 'I feel your balls against my ass,' she whispered, working the muscles of her cunt along the entire length of my shaft buried in her. 'I feel you cock all the fucking way in my cunt!'
"I was about to start drawing back so I could ram myself back into her and start on the wildest ride of my life when Melissa murmured: 'Don't move! I'm going to jack you off-with my pussy.... '
"I let her. It wasn't easy. Not moving. Several times during her humping movements I helped her with a stroke of my own. And toward the end-when I knew that it was but moments before my cock cream would be filling Melissa's pussy-I began plunging in and pulling out of her like a maniac, but by then it didn't matter. Melissa's moans, the pressure of her thighs against my hips as she locked her legs around me, the way her eyes suddenly rolled up in their sockets, the shortness of her breath, and the wild pumping of her ass combined with the liquid-solid sound of my cock shaft pistoning in and out of her and of my balls slapping with a violent, wet, smacking sound against her young ass told me that Melissa was in the clutches of orgasm.
"Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I drew back and slammed the thick, hard, pulsating length of my hard on into her-and held it there. I swear I thought I could feel the pulse of Melissa's heart against the head of my cock eight inches within her.
" 'Oh, Godddd!' she suddenly screamed, just as I let go-spurt after spurt after spurt of my come into her innards. 'I'm coming, baby! I feel-you-floooooddddding meeeeeeee! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!' With the last 'fuck' Melissa drew back about six inches and then-violently-skewered herself on my still throbbing cock once again. She held herself tight against me for several seconds, then-as I let go of her ass-fell back on the bed.
"My cock slid out of her with a loud popping sound, still half hard, still oozing egg-white cream out of its crimson head. A droplet of it fell on Melissa's thigh, and the girl shuddered. Her hand moved toward me, blindly. I moved toward her hand, took my cock, and placed it in such a position that would inevitably make her hand come in contact with it. It did. Her fingers curled around it and she pulled me toward her.
" 'Fuck my mouth,' she muttered.
"I climbed on the bed and set a knee on either side of her head. She kept her eye? closed. 'Fuck my mouth,' she repeated, 'while you are eating my pussy.... '
"Melissa was insatiable. After I had let my cock slide between her young, bee-stung lips, and into her mouth, and had lowered my
mouth to the pink-slitted muff between her legs, and after she forced another load out of my cock, while she ground her pussy against my lips and tongue, she asked me if I wanted to fuck her in the ass. ... She said she had never done that. I told her that I would need some time to get myself into functioning order again.
" 'You mean into fucktioning order,' she said, giggling. Then nodded her head. 'You are doing fine. I think I'm gonna stay with you.'
"I looked at her strangely, I suppose, because she suddenly looked very vulnerable and hurt.
" 'Don't you like me?'
"It was that method that she used on me to get me across the border with her that very day. I fucked her in the ass in Tijuana. In Ensenada she insisted on getting screwed on the beach, screaming that she was being fucked by the ocean, that the ocean was filling her cunt, that she wanted every last drop of my come in her. Of course, I obliged her.
"A week later we went through the ritual of getting married. The thoughts of Cheryl-my wife in Los Angeles-and of my son Marc were locked in the darkest recesses of my mind. They simply ceased to exist....
"Cheryl reported me missing to the authorities. I read about it. It didn't take them long to find out that I had 'apparently gone to Mexico, deserting wife and son,' since I had transferred half of the savings we had to a Cuernavaca bank where I 'settled down' with Melissa....
"Needless to say, I couldn't satisfy her.
"Within a month after our sham marriage, she brought home a young Mexican kid and had him screw her on the patio of the house we were renting, while I sat in the living room, listening to her moans, their slurps and moist slap-slaps, followed by heavy pants and screams, and loading myself to the gills.
"One night I was asleep, after downing a bottle of scotch, in 'our' bedroom. I woke up to the sound of Melissa and two studs-a Mexican and a black-going at it right next to me. She was sucking off the black while the Mexican kid-who couldn't have been older than fifteen or sixteen himself-was sliding his cock in and out of Melissa's ass.
"It became a frequent occurrence. Her bringing others to the house-to do her the honors. Within four months after our arrival in Cuernavaca, my sessions with Melissa began to occur less and less frequently. ... Last month, she went down on me once, while she was getting screwed and buggered at the same time by a 'couple of friends' of hers....
"A week ago she went out as she usually did, without saying a word. Two days ago I got a card from her. All it said was: 'Thanks, but you are getting too old for me.'
"It's still pouring outside. One thing nice about Cuernavaca-Mexico, in general. Death-anyone's death-even a gringo's, is taken as part of life, the end part. ... All I have to do is get plastered-for courage...."