"Lawfully wedded nymph" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hotey Don K.)

CHAPTER FOUR

The sun beat down very heavily on my brain, and I had to shade my eyes from the daylight glare. The roadway was very hot, and I could actually see the heat radiating up from the melting black tar. The air was thick with exhaust fumes that I tried not to inhale, but I had no choice; I haoT to breathe. Every time I did so, I would feel my stomach turn nauseously, and I had a dull, throbbing headache. I walked slowly along the grassy shoulder of the highway, turning towards the road whenever a car swept past me. I was in Virginia now, and the rock festival was completely gone from my mind as a way of finding what I was searching for. I only wished it was gone from my memory; and my body. Still, I thought, it wasn't all that bad. The grass was good and exciting. A new experience; something I've never tried before. I still wasn't positive I had explored it fully enough to say it didn't hold anything for me. Perhaps I'd try it again one day. Of course, tinder different circumstances. My legs ached, and the flesh between my thighs was raw. Literally raw. My cunt was swollen and puffy, and there was a dull throbbing ache deep in my vagina that pulsed with pain each time I took a step. I still don't know how many men I took on: perhaps the whole festival. All I know is there was 75 a continual stream of them, all with new hard cocks, filling my drowning pussy with more come than I ever knew was possible to absorb. My cunt felt like Niagara Falls, with torrents of rushing come cascading over the curved cliff of rny pubis, draining down into the sperm-soaked floor of the tent. After it was over I think they were frightened, They took care of me, put blankets around me, and tried to comfort my sobbing. Zach personally washed out my cunt, and dabbed medication on the long abrasions between my legs. They gave me food and drink, more than I needed, and gave me even a knapsack to carry it in. And then, when I tried to put my clothing back on, and we discovered that someone had shredded my dress, the only clothing I had, they went out and obtained some other clothing for me to wear. It wasn't much-a pair of men's jeans that were a little big for me, a shell-like purple shirt, and a pair of sandles that laced up my calves. I still didn't have any underwear, but it didn't bother me as much now. I seemed to have adopted a new role, and my present clothing fit my body as well as my new temperament. I was a hippie, on the road, searching for what? I still didn't know. Maybe I never would. But I had to search just the same, A twenty-eight year old married hippie. It was all so very strange. A car roared past and I stuck out my thumb. There was a man and a woman in the car, and as they sped past, the woman gave me a horrified look I tried to imagine myself as her all those many times I drove with Peter and we passed some ragged-looking hitchhiker on the road. We never thought to stop. We simply drove past, as if it wasn't a human 76 being, but just another thing on the road, something discarded like an old used tissue or an empty soda bottle. The car disappeared down the long gray road, and I began to think of Peter. I wondered what he was doing, right at that moment. Had he called the police? The FBI? What had he told our parents, our friends? It was like another world, I thought. Part of the past, part of my imagination. And like all things from the past, it was beyond touching, beyond memory. It was like a dim image, fading, fading, fading in the sunlight. I felt hollow thinking about it. Empty. As though someone had drained all the color from it, all the laughter. It rattled from corner to corner in my brain, fitting nowhere, a part of nothing-Life's too short, I thought. I'm twenty-eight, and in November I'll be twenty-nine. And then thirty. It only comes around once, so you'd better make it good. After it's gone, it's all over. Another car went past, but this one stopped, about a hundred yards up the road. I walked slowly towards it, not in any particular hurry. Unlike that first night, I was no longer rushing to get away. I was away now, and all that mattered was that I keep on going further and further away. Where didn't matter. How fast didn't make any particular difference. I would search until I found it. The man driving the car got impatient, and he threw the machine into reverse. Swerving from right to left, moving very rapidly, the car drove back to meet me. From the rear, and the way it moved, the car reminded me of a dinosaur.

He stopped about ten feet from me, and I walked slowly up to the front door. I looked in. The driver was alone in the car. He was an older man, about fifty, I guess, kind of fat and balding. He had a white short-sleeve shirt on and a pair of green work pants. His hair was faded mouse-color, what little there was of it, and the top of his head was a shiny deep brown tan. He was wearing a pair of green sunglasses. I tried the door. It was locked. I knocked on the window and pointed to the door. He sat and stared at me. "It's locked," I said, pointing to the handle. "Open the door." He sat and stared. "Fuck you," I said, giving him the finger, and I turned away from the car and wandered down the road. A few minutes later, the car pulled up beside me and the door swung open. I stared in at the man. "You sure you want to give me a ride?" I asked. He tried to smile, but it somehow reminded me of a threat. "Sure. Come on in." I studied him a little longer. He looked harmless, but that didn't mean anything. Zach had reminded me of Christ. "Come on!" he insisted. "You want me to get a ticket?" I climbed into the car, and then remembering French, I pulled the door quickly closed. The car was air-conditioned, and the icy breeze billowed against my sweat-sticky clothing. It was an expensive car, and the front seat was soft and comfortable. The car 78 was equipped with a tape-deck, and soft string music filled the car. I think it was Montovani. Like a sleek dark animal, the car moved silently back onto the road. There was hardly any sensation of movement, and no sound of the engine working. Only the music and the humming purr of the air-conditioner. The man behind the wheel stared at the road in complete silence for about five minutes. If he didn't want to speak, that was all right with me. I learned my lesson with French. I sat back in the soft seat and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. The knapsack was uncomfortable on my shoulders, and I flipped it into the back seat. The man turned towards me. Despite the cool air from the air-conditioner, tiny beads of sweat decorated his bald head. He stared at me through the green barrier of his sunglasses. "What did you do that for?" he asked. I thought he was talking about the knapsack, and I turned around to retrieve it. "No," he said, "not that. Back there. On the road." "What do you mean?" "What did you go and give me the finger for?" He sounded hurt. "What did you tell me to go fuck myself for?" I thought for a moment. "I'm sorry. I thought you were trying to be funny." He turned to me in deadly seriousness. "You know you can get in trouble picking up hikers, The police. Then some of them work in teams. The dame out front and her boyfriend back in the bushes. They conk you over the head, steal your money and your 79 car. I had to make sure, you know. You got to protect yourself." He reminded me of a gangster from a 1930's movie. "I'm sorry. Thanks for stopping, though." He nodded gravely. "It's okay." We drove on for another couple of minutes in silence. Again he broke into it. "You hungry?" I shook my head. My knapsack was filled with sandwiches and fruit, and I had eaten a full breakfast before I left Zach's tent. The fact that I hadn't spent any money for the past two or three days hadn't hampered anything. Here I was-well fed, well clothed, and in the state of Virginia. All without having spent a dime. "No, thank you," I answered politely. "I was gonna stop a little later on. You know, to get some lunch. You want to eat anyhow?" I was beinning to suspect that he wanted to stop to eat, and was afraid of leaving me alone in the car. He wanted me where he could see me. "Okay," I agreed. "But I don't have any money." He smiled and relaxed. "No problem. I got plenty of dough. My treat." "Thanks. Thanks a lot, Mr.-" "Ralph," he said. He began to whistle. "Just call me Ralph." "Thanks, Ralph. My name is Sally." "That's a pretty name. I knew a girl named Sally once. When I was younger. Only she had black hair. Long black hair, down past her shoulders. A real knockout." He began to whistle again, out of tune to the music from the tape-deck, I closed my eyes around the silence, and tried to sleep.

"Where you going to, Sally?" Ralph asked. He stopped whistling just long enough to talk. Then he began to whistle again. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Nowhere special, I guess. Where are you going?" "CaL-la-fom-yaT he said, breaking the word down into its syllables. He whistled a few bars of "California, Here I Come." Then he looked at me and smiled. "Los Angeles, California. You ever been there?" I shook my head, "No, never." "You want to go along for the ride?' he asked. He stared at the gray-topped road, zipping along at more than seventy-five miles an hour. Cars swept past us as though they were standing still. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. It's a long trip. You sure you want me along that far?" He pushed the button on the tape machine, changing the selection. He did this twice, apparently looking for something in particular. To me, though it all sounded the same. Like Montovani. "Why not?" he asked. "I gotta go there. I might as well have company. Besides it won't take long. A couple of days." "But I don't have any money for food or motels. And I can't drive." "Did I ask you to drive?" he asked. "And as for money, I already told you-I got plenty of dough. Besides, stuff like that we can always . . . work out." Work out, I thought, measuring the euphemism. Well, why not? Certainly it couldn't be any worse than what happened to me at the rock festival. What's one more man, one more cock? Besides, there's always California to consider. I've never been there 81 before. I've never been anywhere in fact, outside of Florida on my honeymoon. Free transportation to California and all it costs me is a little putting out for Ralph. Well, why not. I put out for Adam and see what it go me. If it hadn't have been for him, I'd be home now, with Peter living that same dull and monotonous life that I've led up to two days ago. There's no telling where this may lead me, so the smart thing would be to go along with it, ride it out and stop resisting it. Let the waves drop me somewhere. Somewhere new. "I guess so," I said finally. "If you don't mind my company." Ralph seemed excited. "Hell no! I enjoy company. Especially . . . pretty company." He began to whistle "California, Here I Come" again. About an hour later we stopped at a small diner and had lunch. Ralph ate a meal, but I only had a cheeseburger and coffee. After the meal, I went into the ladies room, locked the door, took all my clothing off, and washed my body in the sink. My thighs were yellow and green with bruises, and my cunt was very tender. I touched it tentatively, shudder-Ing when I realized it would soon be invaded by still another cock. While I put my clothing back on, I wondered how big Ralph's cock was. I wondered if it would hurt very much. We were back in the car, driving again, when Balph turned to me. "Sally, what are you going to do once you get to California?" I hadn't thought that far in advance. I shrugged my shoulders and said: "I don't know." "You gonna get a job?" he asked. 82 "I guess I could try. FI1 need money and a place to live." I wondered what he was leading up to. "Well, you know, I got a friend in L.A., by the name of Herb Button. A very good friend of mine. He's got this special kind of business, and he's always looking for pretty . . . liberal-minded young girls to work for him. You get the picture, I'm sure," It would have been nearly impossible not to. "I think I know what you mean." "Well, if you want, I can put in a good word with Herb once we get to L.A. You know, tell him what kind of cooperative girl you are." Why not I thought? It would at least give me a direction to my wandering. Besides, I already agreed to sleep with Ralph in payment for the trip. How much extra could this favor possibly cost me? "I guess so," I answered. "That would be nice. Of course I'd be willing to work out a sort of payment with you," I said, using his term. His eyes lit-up, even behind the sunglasses. "I was sure you would be cooperative. Herb'll be real pleased to hear about you." I nodded, non-committally. I fell asleep for about an hour, and I woke very quietly, not moving and just opening my eyes bare slits. Ralph was sitting closer to me, but still behind the wheel, and he was driving with one hand. The other hand was at his crotch, and he was fondling himself through his green pants. His cock seemed long and thick from the bulged outline, and I felt an involuntary flutter of sexual stirring in my cunt. I closed my eyes and made believe I was still sleeping, I heard his hand working against his cock, rubbing it up and down. Then my breath sucked in, 83 and I heard the unmistakable grating sound of his zipper opeijjng. I heard another rustle of clothing, and I imagined what was happening. My mind framed an image of his thick blunt cock poking obscenely from the open flap of his zipper. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was afraid to. Afraid that he would see me and know that I was wide awake. So I sealed my eyes shut and made a soft, purring sound with my breath. But my ears were vividly awake, and I listened with burning excitement to the sound of flesh moving against nr Ked flesh; the sound of a hand moving against a cock. Then the sound stopped, and I could almost sense that Ralph was leaning towards me. I sucked in my breath in anticipation, and even when he touched me, I had to consciously keep myself from jumping. I moaned, and made believe I was stirring in my sleep. Ralph's thick meaty hand came down and touched my right breast, softly, gently through the bulging thinness of my shirt. The nipple jumped to immediate life, and he flicked it with his fingernail. I settled back against the car door, and let him fondle me. It was somehow exciting to allow him to think that he was taking advantage of me. It was a very sexual feeling. I could feel his whole hand pressing against me, softly, gently, afraid to press in too hard for fear that he would awaken me. His fingers lifted my breast into the calloused palm of his hand, and he squeezed into my flesh tenderly. He began to grunt and sigh, and I could hear him rubbing his erection against the base of the steering wheel as he fondled me. I stirred again, feeling a seeping wetness collecting in the crotch-piece of my jeans. Ralph pulled his

hand away, and I could hear him touch his cock. Then more clothing movement, and the sound of a zipper closing. "Sally . . ." Ralph called. His voice was a harsh, throaty whisper laced through with a tremble. "Sally . . ." I pretended to wake up, sighing and moaning and rubbing my eyes. I yawned. "Did you . . . call me?" I asked, completely innocent A crimson flush had stolen across Ralph's thick face, and the throbbing rigidity of his cock was vividly obvious. It jutted up from his crotch like a tree trunk. "Yeah …" he began, the flush deepening. "Uh . . . I-I think I'd like to talk to you now about what we discussed … uh … before." I pretended not to understand. "You know. . . what we said we'd . . . work out," he said, his voice rising hopefully with the last two words. "You remember, don't youP" I put my hand up to my mouth. "Oh," I said. "Yes, of course." He laughed nervously. "I'm kind of … desperate. You know . . . hot." I laughed, then I reached across the front seat and touched his cock. He jumped from the contact and let out a small cry of surprise. "Do you mean you want me to take care of this?" I asked. He nodded vigorously. "Yeahf" "You mean right here and now?" "Ill pull over." And with that, the car swerved off to the right, off the highway and towards the trees. He pulled up short, about thirty feet from the road.

He shut the motor and reached desperately for me. I allowed him to pull me across the front seat, and he kissed me hard on the lips. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he began to go crazy. His hands were all over my body, moving from breast to breast, between my legs, then back up to my tits. He unbuttoned the shirt, pulled my tits free, and began to suck them, chewing on the nipples. I fondled his cock, then opened his zipper and pulled him out. He was enormous. At least eight inches long and as thick as my wrist. His Sesh was a nut brown color, even the cockhead, and the shaft was mapped with thick, pulsing veins and arteries. The hair that fluffed from his open fly was speckled with gray. I squeezed into his cock as hard as I could, but I barely dented it. It was like a steel bar. "Take your pants off," he sighed. My nipples were wet and bright pink from the attention of his mouth. "Please, Sally . . . take em off!" I pushed back and looked over Ralph's shoulder at the highway. Traffic wasn't too heavy, and we were reasonably far from it. I doubted whether any one could see us. Unless a police car came over to investigate, but that didn't seem too likely. I hurried to undress, pulling my pants down my legs. I discarded them into the leg-well of the front seat, then pulled off my top. I was completely naked. "Christ!" he exploded. He pushed me back, against the door and buried his face between my thighs. I felt his tongue licking my cunt, my hair, pushing through the sweaty flap of my cuntal lips, stroking wetly against the nub of my clit. "Ohhh," I sighed. ! leaned back even further, resting my head against the cushioned door. I pulled

my feet out from under me, parted my thighs, and slung one leg over the back of the seat and placed the other on top of the dash. Now Ralph had a wide open target for his tongue. "Eat me, babyl Come and eat me!" He nuzzled his face even lower, bending his tongue around, and I felt his breath steaming between the lips of my cunt. His tongue worked feverishly against my clit, then moved down the slippery slit, and stabbed into my cunt hole. His tongue felt as long and as thick as his cock, and I pressed myself hard against his wet mouth. I felt his tongue drive deep into my body. "Oh . , . God!" I moaned. I pulled him hard against my cunt, my hands slipping on his sweaty bald head. "Eat me, baby. Eat me!" He did, driving his tongue in and out of my body so quickly that I almost lost my breath from the quivering tightness of my passion. Then, just as rapidly, he withdrew his thrusting weapon, and slid it back against my anus. I groaned in ecstasy as he drilled the thick wet wedge of his tongue up into my anus. Fire flashed in my crotch, and while his attention was centered at my anus, my own hands stole from his head, and I began to masturbate myself. The pleasure in my ass licked up and around, in a jagged, circular arc. Then the pleasure I awakened in my clit responded similarly, and a second arc of intense sensation swept down and met the other. They crashed head-on. "Oh Godl" I cried, arching my body up from the car seat. "Oh … Oh … OhT It was a small, sudden, but shattering orgasm. 87 Ralph withdrew his tongue. His beefy face was red with passion. His mouth was a smear of saliva. "Now me," he said. "Do me, Sally r. . with your mouth. Suck my cock." The pleasure was still settling inside of me, but I had to move towards him. It was only fair. He pushed himself back against the door of the car and pulled his green work pants and shorts down his thick, hairy legs. He was naked from the waist down, and his cock and balls were huge between his parted thighs. I leaned forward, between his legs, and I began to suck his cock. My jaw stretched wide, and then I had to stretch even wider to take in his fantastic width. My lips were stretched in a painfully tight circle. "That's it," he moaned, jerking his hips up. "Do itl Do it to me, Sally. Do it!" I felt him shudder as my teeth scraped erotically over the knob of his cockhead. The spongy piece of flesh filled my mouth. I licked my tongue over it, tasting the slightly salty flavor of his sweat. I slipped the tip of my tongue into the opening of the cock, and he shuddered again. "Oh . . . yesr he moaned. His hands came down on my head, holding me in place. "Yes, Sally. Yes!" I pulled myself forward on his body, until I was directly over his cock, and I pushed my face down. The cockhead slid past my teeth and into my mouth. The bulging underside of his shaft crushed my tongue to the floor of my mouth as he drove into me. I tightened my lips around the turgid column of his flesh, to slow his penetration, but his cock moved in without pause, deeper and deeper into my mouth.

"Suck it, baby!" he cried. He pulled his knees back and up, and I fell into the hollow between. His balls dangled heavily between his thighs, against the flattened, hairy muscles of his ass. "Suck my cock, Sally. Suck Hi" I moved my head down, perhaps an inch. My mouth was wide open, pursed and stretched around the walls of his thick shaft, and the head of his cock was moving towards my throat. I pulled my tongue out from under the sliding staff, and I washed it against his swollen cockhead, rolling my^ tongue over it. I sucked in deeply, drawing my" cheeks against the sides of his organ, pressing down with the wet kiss of my mouth. I felt my saliva oozing all over him, bathing him, surrounding his cock in a wet blanket of slime. He grunted and pushed up, pressing down with his hands. The head of his cock drove back against my throat. My jaws ached from the strain of stretch-Ing, and I stabbed my tongue against the tender underside, under the head, making him quiver with pleasure. I could hardly breathe through my mouth, and I had to suck in air through my nose to keep myself from smothering. "Suck … it … Sally . . . uhhhr he moaned. He moved his cock deeper into my mouth. "Suck it." The brillo-Jike hair of his crotch scraped against my face, and I sucked hard on his cock, running my saliva over it The shaft could go no deeper. So I pursed my lips, flattened my tongue along the swollen underside of the organ, and I pulled my head back until the cock began to slide from my mouth. I stopped it when I felt the hard ridge of the crown pressing against my teeth. Then I plunged down again, returning the cock to its previous position, burying it deep inside my mouth. Ralph began to grunt in obvious pleasure. He lifted his thighs, bringing his cock higher into my mouth. Then, when I began to pull back, he dropped his hips, and after a moment we were coordinating our rhythms. I pushed down and he pushed up; I drew back, and he pulled out. In and out, in and out, in and out, driving the thickness of his cock from the bow of my lips to the hollow of my throat. Fucking my mouth . . . fucking my mouth with his cock! "Soon!" he grunted. "Soon." I began to quiver with passion.-I've never sucked a cock to orgasm; never tasted sperm in my mouth before. I was excited and apprehensive. I wanted to pull away, but I knew I wouldn't. I couldn't. I sucked up hard, steeling myself for his explosion of sperm. I drew on his cock as I might have drawn upon a thick, fleshy straw. Saliva rushed over the sides of his shaft, like racing water, draining down my throat. I rolled my tongue frantically over his cockhead, teasing him, coaxing the sperm up the shaft of his cock. "Uuhhh!" he groaned. He lifted himself from the car seat, plowing his code as deep into my mouth as it would go. "Very … uh … soon!" I gripped his balls in my hand, and I squeezed hard into them. He groaned in pleasure, in pain, and drove his cock fiercely in and out, matching the up and down plunge of my sucking face. I slid one finger down from the tightness of his hairy scrotum, and I wriggled it into his anus. "Oh . . . God!" he cried. "Now, Sally . . . nowT I closed my eyes and began to suck. I felt the 90 sperm pumping down the length of his cock. I felt the cockhead opening against my tongue, and then I felt the first drop of his come in my mouth. The moment the first drop of sperm touched my tongue, I began to come. Suddenly, unexpectedly, like my last orgasm, ripping into my body with absolutely no preparation. An intense, gripping spontaneous orgasm. Ralph's sperm splashed against my tongue, oozing from the tip of his cock, and my tongue curled it back, and I sucked it down my throat. The sperm was hot, salty perhaps, but that mighf have been my imagination. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and more and more sperm gushed out, until my mouth was coated in the thick, oozing fluid. "Suck it!" he grunted, crushing my face to his crotch, "Suck it . . . Fm comingr I swallowed the slippery discharge greedily, undulating my throat as drop after drop rolled into my stomach. I sucked hard and deep, jerking him off with my tongue, running it up and down the underside length of Ralph's pulsing cock. My cheeks puffed out with saliva and puddles of sperm, and I pressed them together, bathing the thick fluid over the length of Ralph's cock, baptizing my mouth. My own orgasm ripped me to pieces, and my cunt quivered as if there was a cock inside of it, fucking me deeply and powerfully. My clit throbbed, and I could feel the lips quivering spasmodically as the orgasm gripped my cunt in fingers of iron. Finally, Ralph's cock pumped nothing further, but that didn't stop my greedy mouth. I stroked him with my tongue, stabbing him, digging the tip into the oozy opening, searching for more sperm. My lips 91 chewed into the shrinking shaft, wringing him dry, milking him of every last drop of his orgasm. His cock popped from my mouth. It was shrunken and small. 1 swallowed all the remaining goo in my mouth, trembling with excitement as I felt it slide down into my belly. A single dribble of sperm oozed feebly from the deflated tip of Ralph's cock, and my lips sought it out'and drew it up into my mouth. I swallowed it, then tried to suck the tired cock again. Ralph pushed me away. "No more," he moaned. "Please, it hurts . . . It's too sensitive." I fell down against his heavy pillow-like belly and concentrated on the last trembles of my own orgasm. They lasted for almost five minutes. We stopped in a motel for the night a little later on, and I did it again for Ralph. It's not so bad, really.