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Country roads take me home; Iβm humming the John Denver song, the radioβs off, Iβm making my own music like I do a lot of the time when Iβm driving. When I take off on a journey itβs always Willie and On the road again, sometimes, when Iβm cruising during the day Iβm with Tim McGraw going Everywhere, but at night, on a lonely country road itβs always Denver.
And I am on a country road, two lanes of mcadam, a single white line down the middle but itβs not taking me home, Iβm in the west part of Missouri really not heading anywhere in particular, I had a vague notion of turning north in Kansas, wandering through the Dakotas, but maybe not.
I like the backroads of America, the interstate system is great if you want to get from point A to point B the fastest but theyβre homogenized. Florida to California, Perkins Pancake houses, McDonalds, Dennyβs, the same everywhere but Iβm not in a hurry to get anything but a story, my names Will Forester but my nom de plumeβs Joe On the Road, Iβm a freelance writer looking for human interest tales. Country towns, mom and pop restaurants with Blue Plate specials, two chair barber shops, road side diners, two eggs, sausage and home fries for $2. 95, thatβs where I get my inspirations.
So Mutt and I are rolling along, I havenβt seen another car in over twenty minutes when, at the furthest reach of my headlights something appears in the road. My first thought was, deer, but, no, this seems to be an apparition, ghostly in white. I slow, no, no ghost either, itβs a girl and sheβs running toward me, waving me to a stop.
βHelp me Mister, you gotta help me,β she pleads as she throws open the passenger door. She stops and screams, sheβs just met my traveling companion, Mutt.
Muttβs a mongrel with a lot of pit bull in him; heβs wandered onto my land and into my life five or so years ago. He was still a pup, someone had probably dumped him. I fed him and he adopted me; now heβs my constant companion, heβs my buddy and my protector, I trained him; the command βGoβ unleashes sixty-five pounds of unrestrained fanged fury.
βMutt, stayβ¦you, jump in back,β both obeyed.
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βGo Mister, just go,β she begs.
βWhoa, gal, whatβs the matter,β I ask.
βThey shot my daddy now theyβre after me, just go. β
Through the open window I hear the distinct grumble, Harley Davidsonβs, firing up.
βThatβs them, thatβs them, go, please theyβll kill me. β
I went; I figured I could get the whole story later but her fear was real, washing off her in waves.
Turn here Mister, turn right here. It was a gravel road; I turned, drove a mile or so and pulled over.
βMutt, in back, you come up here, letβs hear what happened. β
After dog and girl switched I asked, βOk, talk to me. β
βThey shot my daddy now they wanta shoot me. β
She stopped, I waited for her to continue, she was mute.
I reached over and patted her on the back, βYouβre safe now. β
βNo Iβm not, not half. β
It poured out, βMy daddy cooked meth and sold it to a biker gang, when they came; I was in the bedroom, I couldnβt see but I could hear.
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They had a hellava argument, accused daddy of shorting them; daddy musta reached for his gun βcause I heard one of them scream at him, put the Goddamned gun down then there was two shots. I was climbinβ out the window, one of they said, fuck, heβs dead, letβs get out of here. They came out the front door, I was almost to the woods when one of βem seen me, he took a shot at me then come runninβ but I got away. β
Everything had happened so fast I really hadnβt gotten a good look at her before, now I did. She was a teen, maybe fourteen or fifteen, she was wearing a long night gown, there were scratched on her arms and face and her bare feet were bloody.
βLetβs get you cleaned up a little,β I said as I reached back and got my first aid kit, then Iβll make a call, we need to find a sheriffβs deputy. β
βOh God no Mister you canβt call the law, theyβs a whole gang of them, the rest of them will get me for sure. β
She was going back into panic mode.
βOk, just settle down honey, letβs get you cleaned up then weβll decide what to do. β
As I swabbed her cuts with sterile antiseptic wipes I asked, βYou got a name?β
βUnhuh, Iβm Kari, how about you. β
βJoe, just call me Joe. β
βTake these, Kari,β I said as I handed her two ibuprofen and a water bottle, she wasnβt feeling it yet; adrenalin, but her feet would hurt in a little while.
βNow where do you want to go?β
βWe gotta go back to the house. β
βGirl, are you nuts, why the hell would we do that?β
βMy Mommaβs back there, we gotta get her. β
βHuh?β My intelligent reply.
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βShe was in the outhouse when them guys came, they never knowed she was there. β
So, a right turn then another and another, gravel roads, country roads βtil we hit the mcadam again.
βHere, turn here,β she directed me.
It was a shack, tumble down porch, unpainted, dead flowers in pots, uninviting desolation, Kari got out and ran to the porch.
βMomma, you in there, Momma, Momma,β she yelled.
A voice answered, βIβm out here Kari, in the barn. β
Kari ran that way, Mutt and I followed.
βMomma, this is Joe, heβs gonna help us. β
We were standing at the entrance of the barn, even in the dim light of the moon I could see she was terrorized, she had a club in her hand though, sheβd fight if it came to that. I could smell the chemicals, too; his lab was in the barn.
Mutt heard it first, the low rumble of a single motorcycle engine, oh shit I thought, theyβre coming back.
βIn the barn, everybody in the barn, give me that and hide,β I whispered.
I took her club, it was an axe handle, no blade damnit, but good solid hickory, I called Mutt to my side and put him on alert.
He got off his scooter, βYoohoo, Cassie, come out come out where ever you are,β just like in Ollie Ollie oxen free but this was no game, he had a gun in his hand.
He checked the house first, I hoped heβd give up but, no such luck, he headed for the barn.
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He was a step inside, βGo,β I turned Mutt loose, he hit him low, all sixty-five pounds of bad attitude, I swung the axe handle. Damn, just like in Little League with my Louisville Slugger, I caught him flush in the face and followed with a chopping stroke; he toppled to the ground, I called Mutt off.
I checked him, his pants were ripped, his legs bleeding, his nose was flattened, splayed across his cheek but worst of all was his bashed in skull, there was no way heβd survive. I picked up his gun, I noted it was a . 357 Colt Python, and stuck it in my belt.
βGals run in the house and get some things but make it quick, we need to move it. β
I jumped in the Cherokee, Mutt took the front passengerβs seat, his perch and we waited.
I had to give it to them, they were quicker than any woman in my experience, they ran out in under two minutes. Cassie, I now knew her name was Cassie, had her purse with some clothes stuffed in it, Kari had hers in her hands, shorts a top and tennis shoes. They climbed in the back seat and I headed back the way Iβd come, Iβd seen a little roadside motel back around twenty miles, I figured weβd get a room then decide what we were gonna do next.
I had to ring a bell; it was after midnight so it took a little time for the old guy that ran the place to open the door.
βI want a room for one night,β I said.
He looked over my shoulder, saw my red Jeep and saw the two women in it.
βThirty-five dollars, cash,β he said as he handed me a key, βTake four, down there,β he pointed.
I pulled up in front of the room, gave Cassie the key and told them to go in; I wanted to park around in back so my vehicle couldnβt be seen from the road.
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I took the first aid kit with me, Kariβs feet might need tending then me and Mutt rapped on the door, Kari opened it a crack.
βItβs me,β I started to say but Mutt had already forced his way in.
Cassie was sitting on the bed, Kari sat beside her, βOk ladies, what now, where can I take you?β
Kari answered, βAway from here Joe, we ainβt got nowhere to go and we damned sure canβt stay around here. Theyβs a pretty big gang, them bikers, theyβll find us sure. β
I glanced over to Cassie.
βSheβs right Joe, we canβt stay around here, Kari and me both saw βem, theyβll not want to leave no witnesses. β
Ah hell, I though, I canβt abandon them and I didnβt want to read some news on the internet about two dead gals being found out in Missouri; tomorrow, first light weβd head down to my place in Florida.
βLetβs get some sleep; you two take the bed,β I stole one of the pillows and laid down on the floor, Mutt curled up beside me, and Iβm glad he did.
βBout three maybe three-thirty he woke me with his low growl, heβd heard something.
I sat up and listened, now I could hear it, the throaty rumble of idling motorcycles, I peeked out the Venetian blind.
There were four of them, one guy was off his, was walking to the office door, the other three were still astride. I figured it would take a few minutes to get the old guy up, maybe with a little bit of luck weβd get away; I knew for sure the old man wouldnβt lie to those rough bastards to protect us.
I shook the gals awake.
βQuiet, grab your things, we gotta go out the window, theyβre out there. β
They heard the motors, too.
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I stuck the . 357 in my belt; Iβd slept in my jeans; opened the window and used the remote to unlock the Cherokee.
βGet in the back and donβt slam the door,β I said as I boosted Kari over the sill. Cute butt, I thought, I had my hand on it.
βCome on Cassie,β hers was too bony.
Mutt followed, then I climbed out, the dog was waiting at the passenger door but I didnβt want unnecessary noise. I let him jump in my side, slid in and fired up the engine; I hoped that they wouldnβt hear it over their own.
I had the . 357 but I damned sure didnβt want a gunfight, there was four of them, no doubt all armed. Now Iβm a pretty good shot but, at night, with a pistol Iβd be lucky to get three of them even from ambush, probably only two; then thereβd be five more dead bodies for the coroner to deal with and me and the girls would be three of them, I idled along behind the dumpster and hit the highway.
The full moon provided enough illumination; I kept the headlights off βtil we were a mile away.
βOk ladies, you can shut the doors now,β I said as I slammed mine and switched on the headlights.
I picked up US 65 and headed south, through Branson, Missouri and down to Little Rock where we went through a McDonaldβs drive thru for breakfast.
I wanted a lot of miles between us and Missouri, we took US 65, out of Arkansas south into Louisiana. Iβd seen it before but the girls got a kick out of it, thereβs a town and itβs got a water tower like lotsa small towns but not many are painted with the picture of a vampire bat, yeah, the little Louisiana burg of Transylvania.
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We continued down to Vidalia then crossed the Mississippi at Natchez, hit US 61 down to I-18 and headed east.
Now I like country roads but like I said from point A to point B the Interstateβs the way to go. So, with a tip of the cap to Adolph Hitler, yeah, thatβs what I said, Hitler, we were streaking east.
I guess I should clarify about the Hitler remark; our interstate system, although almost no body knows it is officially the Dwight D. Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways, Ike saw the autobahn in Germany and thought it was a fine idea. Hitler had ordered its construction as a way to move troops rapidly, Dwight championed it here. We were on our way from point A to point B at seventy miles per hour; the cruise control was set.
Iβve got a little place on a creek off the Ocklawaha River, about a mile upstream on a little blackwater creek at the end of a sand road, I donβt think I was ever so glad to see it.
βCome on ladies, welcome to my humble abode,β announced as I walked to the door, βThis is gonna be home while we try to sort things out.
My dad had been a successful surgeon. I had two older siblings, Alfred, my brother was also a surgeon, Megan, my sister was an English prof at FSU, I was a black sheep; I think I was also an oops baby, my brother and sister were both over ten years older than I was.
My home had been dadβs fishing shack, just a weekend getaway place. When he sold his practice and retired to Naples he fixed me up with a little trust fund and gave me the deed, so it was mine, he didnβt fish anymore, it was golf, golf, and more golf.
I loved the place, four rooms, two bedrooms, a living / dining area and a bathroom, yeah, I had facilities, even a shower and tub. There was electricity, not always dependable at the end of the line but electricity and a phone line.
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I used the phone line as a dedicated line for my computer, for conversation I had my cell phone; I cooked, warmed the place in the winter and powered the water heater with bottled gas. I had an underground tank that I refilled each year.
I showed them around.
βYβall can share the guest room or, if you want to Kari, you can sleep up there. β I pointed, there was a loft, there was a bed up there, just a single but mostly I used the area for storage.
She followed my finger, βToo cool, I want to go up there. β
Thereβs no formal staircase, just a kinda fancy ladder, I let her lead the way, she climbed, I followed; I thought again, cute ass, then I thought, easy Joe, sheβs fourteen.
I had to move a few things around, make room for her, but she was tickled, her own private area, we made up the bed and went back down.
I got us all Cokes and sat we all sat at the table, βIβm sorry to say, I canβt feed us tonight, all thatβs here is dry stuff, coffee, flour, that kinda things. β
I clean out the refrigerator when I go on the road, like I said the electricity can be kinda iffy, I donβt want to come to the smell of spoiled food.
βWeβll go to town in the morning, get some food and some more clothes for yβall, ok,β but Iβm gonna turn in now, Iβm whipped.
I was out like a light in twenty seconds.
Groggily, I came awake the following morning to the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the unmistakable scent of biscuits baking, Kari heard me stirring.
βJoe, you up, Mommaβs got breakfast about ready. β
βYeah honey, Iβm up,β I answered as I stumbled to the bathroom.
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I was scratching my balls, not paying attention when I entered the bath; I was attacked, being strangled, hell I fought.
Iβd been clotheslined by a clothesline, someoneβd hung a damned rope across my bathroom, there was two pairs of panties hanging on it.
βCasssssie, what in the hell is this,β I yelled.
She came runninβ, βJoe we gotta have a place to dry our unmentionables,β she seemed almost fearful.
I thought, she said that, she really said, their unmentionables, I hadnβt heard that word since my great-grannyβd passed on.
βNow I understand the need for dry unmentionables,β I answered, βBut this dog wonβt hunt, youβre gonna have to use the clothesline out back.
βYou go βhead on and fix breakfast, Kari, come on, Iβll show you where the line is. β
She got the panties, I took down the rope and we went out back.
Iβm safe now, my obit wonβt read, βJoe on the Roadβ dies with rope around neck and suffocated by panties, I breathe a sigh of relief.
βWow Joe, this place is beautiful. β
I think so, too, like I said, Iβm on a creek, thereβs Federal land on the other side of the stream and state forest beside me. Iβve got two acres, around four hundred and fifteen feet of creek frontage and a dock with my sixteen foot john boat tied to it. Except for my lawn and my little garden my plot is mostly pine and palmetto but there is a copse of water oaks along side the creek about three hundred feet up stream. Itβs one of my favorite places, sometimes I just tie up the boat, and sit in the little glen, thinking about story lines or thinking about nothing but the catfish Iβm gonna catch, my dinner.
βYeah, I think so, too,β I answer.
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βLetβs eat Kari. β
I finally got a look at the house, it was spotless, theyβd cleaned and mopped, dusted and shook the rugs, I didnβt hardly recognize it as mine, and there was breakfast on the table.
Cassieβs done good, with not too much to work with, she found my bacon grease in the fridge, heated it, stirred in some flour to make a roux and used a can of condensed milk to make white gravy, served over the fresh baked biscuits they make a fine breakfast. Even olβ Muttβs happy; she put some in his feed bowl.
Kari cleaned up and washed the dished then we headed to town. I call it town, it ainβt, itβs a Super Wal-Mart βbout ten or twelve miles down the road but itβs got everything a town would, groceries, drugs, clothes, you name it.
I pushed the cart, the gals did the shopping, fresh meat and vegetables from groceries, then ladyβs wear. Cassie picked out a sun dress, shorts and a three t-tops, Kari got shorts and tops, too.
βJoe, can we swim in the creek?β Kari asked.
βSure,β I answered.
They both got swimming suits, two piece for each of them then it was on to the lingerie department.
A half dozen pairs of panties each, two brassieres apiece and we moved on.
Cassie was shy about what she wanted, βJoe we gotta go over to the drug store part, ok?β
I wheeled the cart, she led.
I hadnβt lived with women in a long time, Iβd forgotten about their stuff.
They picked out lipsticks and lotions, hair brushes, tooth brushes, cologne and curlers, deodorant and the piece de resistance, an economy sized box of Tampax, I blushed, I ainβt never had Tampax in my cart before.
Back home we put the purchases away, I went to my bedroom / office and started transcribing my notes, it was time to start writing, writing about biker gangs, methamphetamines and murder. I was hardly an expert but I had two crackerjack witnesses to interview.
When I took a break I grabbed a Bud and went out on the porch, kicked back in my chair and thought about how things were going.
Iβd finally got a good look at Cassie; Iβd have guessed her to be just shy of forty. I learned sheβd had Kari when she was only fifteen. She was twenty-nine, twenty-nine, rode hard and put away wet, but I could see sheβd been a pretty girl.
She had high cheek bones, regular features with a light spray of freckles across her nose and her strawberry blonde hair, after sheβd combed it glistened, her breasts or best I could tell lookinβ at her braless in a T-shirt were small and sagged a bit and truth be told, she was skinny. I thought, if sheβd get some meat on her bones sheβd look pretty good.
Now Cassie, she didnβt need no meat on her, she was made just about right. Like her mom she was a strawberry blonde, freckles and all but she had a nice trim figure and a cute bubble butt. She had small titties, I guessed around a 34A but sheβd grow, after all she was only fourteen.
Iβd start my interview with them after dinner; Cassie was fixinβ a pot roast.
My Christ that woman could cook, we had roast with potatoes, carrots and onions, yeast rolls and some okra and tomatoes, she had a peach cobbler for dessert and sweet tea to wash it all down βsept the cobbler, she poured us coffee with that.
Kari was cleaning up, I got a beer and asked Cassie what sheβd like, I wanted to talk to her, she said, βA beerβd be nice. β
I got one for her, βGlass,β I asked.
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βNo Joe, Iβm a bottle baby,β in a voice Iβd not heard from her, she was a little breathy, a little flirtatious.
I told Kari weβd be down on the dock, to get a drink and join us when sheβd finished.
I started with general chit chat, loosening her tongue, softening her up for the questions I had, I wanted to know what life was like for a meth cooker and his family.
She handled my general questions, no problem but when I asked about Denny, her husbandβs name had been Denny all sheβd say was that he was an evil man, vile and hateful, truly Beelzebub of the Bible. She shut off and started to sob.
I stood and rubbed her back, βYouβre safe here Cassie, nobodyβs gonna hurt you. β
She stood and hugged me, burying her face in my chest, βYou saved our lives Joe, thank you. β
When Kari got there I was still holding Cassie, βMomma, whatβs wrong?β She asked.
βIβm ok baby,β Cassie answered, sheβd regained control of her emotions, we all sat.
But Iβd seen it, felt it, she was in pain, pain for the loss of her husband, pain for the loss of the way of life sheβd known, I didnβt have that answer but she was hurting. I kept the conversation light, talked about life on the creek, the fish and animals theyβd see, things like that, we talked βtil it was time for bed.
Must have been around eleven, I was drowsing, not quite asleep sure not awake, she crawled under my sheet, βHi Joe,β she said.
βCassie, you donβt have to do anything for me, you donβt owe me that,β I said.
βJoe thatβs not why Iβm here, Iβm here βcause I wanta be,β she whispered as she took John Henry in hand. Thatβs my pet name for him, John Henry.
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βYouβre a big boy arenβt you Joe,β as she engulfed me with her mouth.
Now they say the way to a manβs heart is through his stomach, au contraire, tell him heβs got a big dick, thatβll get βem every time.
I ainβt sure which swelled faster, my ego or John Henry; Iβd guess ego took the lead but John Henry caught up quick.
My God Cassie may have been a skinny little waif of a thing but she had one talented mouth. Iβve had more than my share of blow jobs but as a fellatrix she was beyond compare. I know, fellatrix, a damned big word for a country boy like me. Iβve got a degree in creative writing from the University of Miami but, hey Joe on the Roadβs a country boy; I try to stay in character.
But back to John Henry and her sweet lips, Cassie deep throated me, no mean feat, Johnβs nine inches long and βbout 3 ΒΎ inches around, more than a mouthful for most ladies, Cassie let him slide down her throat then did some little humming thing, her soft lips, her slow up and down motion, that buzz she was doing, John started to swell, I was damn near there; and she stopped.
I looked at her, I didnβt say anything, I just looked.
βJoe, Iβll swallow the next time but I want the first one in me,β she said as she lifted her gown above her hips and straddled me.
Like a knife though warm butter I cleaved her labia and slid in, she was hot and wet, liquid velvet, she took all of me then paused, taking my hands she raised them to her gown covered breasts, βPlay with my titties, Joe, play with me,β as she started to slowly post on my post.
I kneaded her breasts, they were soft with some sag, I tweaked her nipples and tugged them a little. Cassie picked up speed.
βOh yeah Joe, oh yeah,β she panted as she pounded on me.
I kept one hand on her breasts but slid the other under her, fondling her clitoris, letting her ride my fingers.
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My balls were about to explode, I arched my back pushing into her as she crushed down on me. I roared, my cum jetted from me, pulse after pulse of my semen, flooding her; she wailed her own climax, tremors rocked her body, her vagina contracted, squeezing John in a python grip then released then grabbed as her contractions came, one after another.
We both were spent; still she stayed on me, contracting her vaginal muscles, milking the last drops.
She leaned forward, gave me a kiss and dismounted, βGood night Joe,β as she left the room.
The girls had been with me for about three weeks, I hadnβt thought itβd work, Iβd lived alone, just me and Mutt, for a long time, Iβd been wrong.
Oh, it was different; I had some things I had to get used to, like the bathroom.
There used to be a razor, Gillette Foamy, Speed Stick and a bottle of Old Spice on my vanity, now it was covered, now I had Lady this and Lady that, creams, lotions I donβt know what all and, of course under the sink that big old box of Tampax and it smelled odd, I donβt know if it was their potions, their pee or their pussies but the air in there was almost enough to give me a hard-on.
Kari kept the house spotless and Cassie cooked, damn that woman could cook. Iβll not get too deeply into the sex, but Iβd never had better and she came to me every night.
Me, John Henry and Mutt were happy boys and the gals were relaxed, smiling, pleased to share our space.
I decided I wanted to do a little fishing; I dug some worms and got one of the bags of chopped liver I kept in the freezer, the worms for pan fish the liver to bottom fish for cats. I asked Kari and Cassie to go with me.
Cassie took a pass, sheβd already started dinner but it was gonna take a while, navy beans with a ham hock, fried pork chops, collards from my garden and corn bread were on the menu, sheβd also picked some of my cherry tomatoes, cut them in half and was marinating them in vinegar and oil with some sliced onions for our salad.
Kari grabbed my cooler, filled it with ice, fixed a couple of sandwiches and put in some Cokes and beers; she met me at the boat.
I had a couple of rods and the bait already loaded.
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βIs Mutt gonna come,β She asked.
ββCourse heβs comminβ, Get in here Mutt. β
I fired up my fifteen horse Evinrude and we chugged upstream, I wanted to show Kari my glen and I wanted to fish there.
I tied off to a tree and we went ashore.
Hooks baited, I tossed our lines in, Mutt took off into the woods after squirrels to chase, Kari and I sat side by side on the bank.
Now, I got to tell you, not much shocks old Joe, I did a hitch in the Marines, I rode Americaβs back roads, been in bar fights, thought Iβd seen the elephant and heard it all, I was grossly mistaken.
Outta the mouths of babes, βJoe, how come you ainβt fucked me, donβt you think Iβm pretty enough?β
I was slack jawed, just staring at her.
βWell Joe, why not?β
I sputtered, βChrist Kari, youβre fourteen, what do you know about fuckinβ?β
βMoreβen I should Joe, thatβs for sure. β
And I finally got most of the sordid story of life with Denny.
βYou know anything about meth users?β She asked.
I was doing research for my article, I thought I might have an idea where this was going but I just nodded no and let her talk, sheβd started, I wasnβt inclined to interrupt.
βJoe, it makes a man horny as hell, I mean I think theyβd fuck a snake, shit, theyβd fuck a wood pile if they thought there was a snake in it.
I was home, I donβt know for sure where Momma was but she werenβt there, daddy came in and he was flyinβ, he looked for Momma but like I said, she werenβt there. He was gonna fuck someone and there I was.
I had on a little sun dress, he throwed me on the couch, flipped it up, tore off my panties and he raped me.
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He fucked me hard, he tore me, I was screaminβ, he put his hand over my mouth and kept on βtil he cum. Joe, I was so young. β
I tried to stop her, I didnβt want to know anymore but she kept on, she wasnβt looking at me, she wasnβt looking at anything at all, just a far off gaze, looking at the past.
βJoe once heβd fucked me, well, after that it was easy for him; if Mamma wasnβt around he took me. I recon in the last four years Iβve been fucked βbout a hundred times. It got so bad he done it when Momma was there, she tried to stop him but it didnβt do no good.
He wrecked me when I was twelve, knocked me up then got some old woman to do an abortion, she botched it, I bled bad
I may be fourteen but my pussyβs got to be around twenty-one as much wear as he gave it.
I asked her about that, why her mother could let it continue. Her reply was, βJoe this is my story, you gotta ask Momma βbout that. β
βJoe, you still ainβt answered; donβt you think Iβm pretty enough to fuck?β
I stuck to my guns; no way I was having sex with a fourteen year old.
βKari, youβre real pretty, damned cute but youβre fourteen, I canβt do that. β
βWhy not, I know you and Mommaβs doinβ it, I seen her go in your room most every night and I hear the two of you, damnit, Joe, Iβm jealous, I want you to fuck me, too. β
I shook my head no.
She pouted, pulled away and stood up.
βScrew you Joe, Iβm goinβ swimminβ.
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She pulled her T-shirt over her head, no bra, shimmied out of her shorts then slowly rolled her panties off, over her hips, down her legs, they pooled at her feet; she kicked them at me.
For just a moment she stood facing me, hands on hips, displaying herself in all her radiant glory and she was glorious, her small breasts were high and proud, capped with dusky rose aerolas and tan nipples, her tummy was taut, she was already developing a flare to her narrow hips and she was a natural strawberry blonde, Iβd testify to that on a stack of Bibles, her mons veneris was adorned by light reddish blonde curls. Not even a single Bible had a place in my mind at that moment let alone that stack Iβd mentioned, she was perfect, she was desirable.
John Henry jumped and so did she, with a parting, βJust screw you Joe, she leapt into the water. β
When she surfaced I called to her, βI donβt know what the bottoms like here, donβt go that deep. β
The only thing I was certain that rested on the bottom was that . 357 mag, I thought about keeping it but it was a bikerβs gun, God only knows what itβd been used for, I deep sixed it the day after weβd got back.
Now I did know there was gators in the creek but Iβd never seen one here, didnβt mean there werenβt none, just meant I hadnβt seen none. Besides, I did have my . 22 revolver, first shot was rat shot for snakes then five hollow points; I might couldnβt kill a gator but Iβd give him a damned severe headache.
I reeled in the lines, I was fishing for catfish, I didnβt want to hook a water sprite.
Thatβs what I saw, a nymph frolicking in the creek, she swam and then dived, her cute bottom above the water, her tight cheeks then her slit, as she disappeared below the surface, then up and again like a river otter, gamboling before me. She was giving me a private show, I knew it and she knew I knew it.
I climbed back in the boat, at the rear was a padded bench I sat on to steer, I lifted the seat, there was storage there; spare tackle, rain gear, towels and a blanket.
Back ashore I spread the blanket, sat on it and laid the towel aside; watching her caper for my viewing pleasure.
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I watched.
When she got out she sprawled on the blanket beside me and grinned at me. I tossed her the towel.
βDry me Joe,β she asked.
I picked up the towel, to hell with my earlier reservations to the contrary, I wanted to put my hands on her.
I dried her back, slowly, lightly, from her feet to her shoulders I rubbed her, she turned over, βFuck me Joe,β her eyes begged me, her voice was low and raspy, both of us totally aroused.
βI canβt do that honey,β I said, βYour daddy fucked you but I want to make love to you,β as I took her into my arms.
I kissed her, the sensuous kiss of a lover, then down to her breasts, her nipples were hard as pebbles, I sucked one while I kneaded her other, tugging on one with my lips, tweaking with my hand, I paid the each homage then moved lower, trailing kisses over her, over her tummy, at her belly button, a little innie, I paused to tickle her with the tip of my tongue, she gave a little shiver, I moved on down.
She was unshaven, untrimmed, just delectable strawberry blonde curls; I tugged at them with my lips then further. The tip of my tongue parted her labia, I could see her clit, red, engorged with the blood of arousal, its pearly tip glistened in the sunlight, I passed over it but Iβd be back.
Like a serpent, my tongue snaked along her vulva, tasting her youthful freshness, she had a light acidic citrus taste, reminiscent of tangerines, her scent was light. At her vagina I slowed to pump my tongue in and out several times then continued, her vulva ended, I didnβt; I licked her perineum and rimmed her tight pink rosebud, she shivered again, I started back.
My route was a bit different; I slicked my tongue between her inner and outer labia, nibbling at her with my lips, alternating sides βtil I was back.
With a finger I pushed the hood of her clit back and took it between my lips, I sucked on her, her gem was in my mouth, my tongue flicked her tip, exciting it, exciting her. Her body began to tremble under my attention, her tummy muscles rippled like a wash board as her orgasm flowed down, she encircled my head with her legs, pulling me toward her, burying my face in her, she wailed,
βAaaaaah, Joe, fuck Joe, ooooooooh, Joe, stop, please stop, aaaaaah.
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I took my lips from her clitoris and licked her, her vagina was flowing, I licked catching her juices, drinking from her Holy chalice, I sucked, I wanted all of her, she lay back, limp, drained. β
I lay beside her and gave her a kiss; she tasted herself, maybe for the first time.
Her voice was quivery, βJoe, is that making love? Wow, I thought Iβd died and gone to heaven, maybe even higher, wow Joe. β
She clung to me; she now knew the difference, the difference between a rapist and sex with someone who cares.
She spread her thighs in invitation, βNow Joe, please now. β
I rolled over, lifted her legs to my shoulders and entered her, she was right, she was open but as I worked in she groaned, βUnnnnngh,β I was bigger than her daddy.
It wasnβt severe pain but I was stretching her, it felt fantastic, she was opening to me, she was tight, so very, very tight, John Henry was feeding on a taut young vagina, I wasnβt going to last too long, the friction was tremendous, fabulous but tight.
Finally I was all the way in, I stopped for a moment, her eyes were closed, there was a pained smile on her face, I slipped a hand down, touching her and began to stroke.
βYou beautiful girl, you oh so beautiful girl,β I crooned.
I was filling her, touching places thatβd never been touched, It wasnβt an abyss, bottomless, Iβd found bottom, I touched her cervix, she winced then I slipped under, a vagina stretches to accommodate, Kariβs sweet rose blossom was opening for me, I stroked; slow, long languorous strokes, riding her high, touching her clit with every penetration; I wanted her to cum again
I hadnβt yet but I was ready, my fingers, she rode them hard, she couldnβt last, I rammed into her then just held her, stream after stream of my ejaculate filled this young girl, my young girl, my new lover; she came with a whimper, several small orgasms. One after the other then she lay still.
βJoe, can you hold me, please just hold me. β it was almost a mournful plea.
I lay beside her and swept her into my arms, she was softly sobbing as she buried her face on my chest.
βItβs ok baby girl, itβs ok, Olβ Joeβll take care of you,β as I squeezed her tighter.
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She was kinda snively, βJoe, I know you will, heck, you already have, you risked your life to get Momma and me here, weβll do anything for you, we both love you; Joe, do you love us, can we be your women?β
She was lying with her head in my lap, kinda out nowhere she asked, βJoe, howβd you become a writer?β
There was a little story there, there truly was.
βBaby, My daddy didnβt think Iβd amount to much, he figured that spending the money on me at a good four year school would be pissinβ money away; now, understand, he had the money but he never figured Iβd finish. He was mostly right. I didnβt have no idea what I wanted to study, well, truth be told, I knew what I wanted to study, the campus hotties but there was no degree to be had there.
βWill, Iβm going to pay the tuition for Miami Dade Community College. It was an inexpensive two year school. If you finish there and get your AA Iβll pay at Uof M, fair enough?β
βYeah, Joe, so what happened,β she was lying with her head in my lap just listening to my history.
βBaby, I didnβt have anywhere I wanted to go, anything I wanted to do, I took the crap I had to take but then I signed up for a course in creative writing. The prick I had for a prof failed me, Jeff Philips was his name or something like that; anyhow he failed me, I had to repeat the course but he goosed the bug. I wanted to write. I took the course again and passed, he even gave me some encouraging words; said he saw some talent, if I applied myself I might could go somewhere. I guess he saw something Iβd never seen, I donβt write like him, I do human interest and some wildlife things but if it hadnβt been for him there wouldnβt be no Joe on the Road.
From my fine MDCC education, if I remember the quote correctly, George Bernard Shaw wrote, He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches. Itβs in "Maxims for Revolutionists" from Man and Superman: but he was wrong, honey, Jeff can write, mostly short stories and poems.
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Hell sugar, heβs got βbout a dozen books listed on Amazon right now.
Anyhow, I got through the two years and daddy picked up the tab for the next two at the University of Miami, I got my degree in English Lit but Mr. Philipsβ why I write.
Weβd both shared, she, well she what had happened; and me, well me why I was Joe on the Road.
We packed up, I called Mutt and motored back, no fish but a lotta sharinβ between us.
βKari, donβt tell your Momma what we done, ok,β I cautioned.
ββCourse Joe, I ainβt gonna say nothing. β
Iβm naΓ―ve, Iβm male, I think only the guys talk about their conquests, I was one dumb sombitch. They cloistered themselves in Cassieβs bedroom, I could hear them whisperinβ back and forth but I couldnβt hear the words.
βMomma, he finally done it,β Kari whispered.
βHe fucked you baby?β
βWell, I guess so but it wasnβt nothing like with daddy, Momma, he made me feel so good, he licked me down there, Momma, I cummed like you wouldnβt believe, he made me see moons and stars and meteorites, I thought heβd killed me, that Iβd died and gone off to heaven then, I had to damn near beg him, but he put it in me. Momma, heβs pretty big, have you tried him?β
βYeah, he does have a nice cock but, are you tellinβ me he ate your pussy?β
βWell, iffen thatβs what you call it but itβs still down there so, no, he didnβt eat it but, wow you wouldnβt believe what he can do with that tongue. β
βAinβt no man never let me feel his tongue, they all want me to suck then swallow their jizz but not one ever tasted me. β
βMomma, work on Joe, heβll do it, he likes you and me. β
After weβd had that great Southern dinner, pork chops, beans, greens and corn bread, we went down to the dock, it was a pretty night, not near as hot as itβd get in a couple of weeks.
We were all just sippinβ on beers yeah Kari, too, I said, βlets sing,β figured weβd do a couplea country songs, no, Kari started out with βIn Your Armsβ by Phoebe something or another, I didnβt know the song, fact of the matter, I didnβt much care for it but then Cassie joined in.
I just listened; the gals had pretty voices even if I didnβt like the song. When theyβd finished Cassie came over and whispered, βJoe, I wanta be in your arms, take me fishinβ tomorrow afternoon, will ya?β
The skeeters came out, we went in. We watched a little TV then hit the hay.
Cassie was already in the kitchen when I got up; breakfast was sausages, fried eggs, grits with red eye gravy, them great biscuits and coffee. After we ate I went in and worked on my story, it was coming along pretty well but I still wanted Cassie to open up, I had a daughterβs perspective, I wanted the wifeβs.
When I finally took a break, Cassie was out in the garden hoeing around the cherry tomato plants; I grabbed a shovel and joined her.
βGotta get us some worms if weβre gonna go fishinβ,β I said.
Cassie pointed, βWhy donβt you spade over there? Iβll put a little winter garden in, some mustard, kale and maybe some turnips. β
I spaded where sheβd indicated but I thought; weβre makinβ some long term plans here, thinkinβ βbout winter gardens and all. Strangely, I didnβt mind aβtall, I found the idea appealing.
Cassie packed a little picnic basket, sandwiches and chips; I filled the cooler, got the rods and loaded the boat. I was leavinβ Mutt behind today; company for Kari.
We motored up to the same spot, under the water oaks and got out.
I baited up and tossed the lines out.
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Cassie had changed clothes, she had on a sun dress with thin spaghetti straps along with white sandals, she sat beside me.
βSo, Joe, we gonna have a catfish dinner tonight?β She asked.
βWeβre sure gonna try. β
We didnβt have long to wait, there was a tugginβ on Cassieβs line.
βGrab the pole and catch him,β I coached.
She set the hook and reeled, it was a nice white catfish, around a pound or so.
She was gettingβ ready to take him off the hook.
βCareful, donβt let him barb you,β I cautioned, so, of course he got her in the palm of her hand.
βLet me,β I said, I unhooked the fish and put him on our stringer.
βCassie, let me see your hand. β
Fortunately she wasnβt gored deep, more like a slice, still it would hurt.
βI wanta take care of that for you,β I said as I got the first aid kit from the storage under the seat. I picked up the blanket, too.
I swabbed her palm with a sterile wipe and painted it with merthiolate, I couldnβt put a Band Aid on so I just gave it a kiss, βAll better now,β I grinned at her.
I got the next two fish, two yellow bullheads, around a pound and a half each.
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βWell I recon weβre gonna have that fish dinner, Iβll fry up some potatoes and onions, stew some okra and make a mess of hush puppies,β Cassie said.
Cassie spread the blanket on the grass, βYou ready for lunch Joe?β
I got the drinks; Cassie unpacked the sandwiches and chips.
After weβd eaten Cassie gave me a big hug, βYouβre a good man Joe, a real good man. β
Then she sat on my lap, clinging to me like she was fearful.
I rubbed her back, βYou wanta talk about it Cassie? I asked.
βNot yet Joe, not yet, just hold me for a little while. β
I sat silently for about five minutes, letting her find solace in my arms; she raised her face to mine and kissed me, a deep passionate kiss as she eased me down to the blanket.
Cassie laid on me and continued the kiss, our pelvises met, she ground against my groin and John Henry woke up.
I slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Sheβd filled out, put on a little weight, they were inviting, I took a nipple into my mouth.
Cassieβs breath caught in her throat, βOh Joe, make love to me, please make love to me,β her words, almost a desperate plea, a plea to be loved and cared for.
Iβd developed true affection for Cassie, love? Perhaps too strong a word; at least yet, but I wanted her happiness and I wanted her, I worked her dress over her hips and rolled her onto her back.
My mouth was still at her breast, they were swollen with desire, her nipples like marbles, I sucked first one then the other, her skin was flushed, dampened by perspiration, I licked the saltiness from beneath each then kissed down her torso.
She still had her panties on; through the fabric I rubbed her clitoris, light feathery touches, heightening her arousal.
βJo, please, I need you in me.
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I rolled her panties off; I was going to be in her but not yet.
Iβd never really seen Cassieβs body, sheβd always come to me at night, in the dark, now I could admire her.
Her mound was covered by a strawberry blonde bush, untrimmed, curly, the hair was fine, soft, I tugged gently with my lips, teasing her, keeping her waiting.
βJoe damnit,β she moaned, she was trying to push me lower.
I skipped her clit entirely, parting her labia with my fingers, I opened her like the petals of a rose, her coloration was deep coral, her scent rich, the aroma of an adult female at the height of her arousal, I tasted her, slightly salty peaches, I laved her vulva down to her tight rosebud, I pressed with the tip of my tongue, entering about a quarter of an inch then pumped; Cassie quivered under me.
βJooooe,βshe breathed out my name.
I licked back up. The tip of her clit protruded from under her hood, glistening mother of pearl, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, licked down her love button then sucked it in. I nursed on her like I was on a nipple, suckling her shaft while the tip of my tongue feathered the tip.
βJoooooooooe, Jooooooooe, Oh, oh, oh,β she wailed then panted.
Her orgasm was spectacular to feel and behold, her face formed a rictus, stretched into a tight open mouthed grin then the tremors shook her, her tummy flexed, her vagina pulsed, contracting, spewing her nectar as I drank her in, her luscious essence.
Cassie lay limp, drained, she thought heβd sucked her very soul from her, never, ever had she experienced such pleasure, higher than the heavens; she had to rest.
She felt Joe lift her legs, over his shoulders, he pushed her thighs back toward her chest and took her, deep, all the way in on the first thrust, smooth, liquid velvet, he stroked, filling her sweet vagina, pumping her pussy, giving pleasure, taking pleasure, God the sensations he was getting, he pumped harder, faster, urgently, he was ready,
βOh God Cassie,β he roared as he exploded into her, jet after jet, pulse after pulse, his scalding seed flooded her, slowly he stroked βtil he was empty, he softened and fell to the blanket beside her.
She rolled to him, he held her, gently stroking her back and down, her buttocks then back up. Giving her his attention, making her feel loved and desirable, endorsing her femininity, she was woman, she was wonderful.
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βJoe, letβs jump in the creek, wash off, ok?β
In the water, they played, feeling each other, tickling, hugging, kissing, she washed him, slowly stroking his cock, his hand was under her, fingering her, teasing her clit as they kissed.
Back on the bank he dried her, she dried him, they returned to the blanket, she stepped in front of him and, for the first time he saw her secret, her entire back stippled with a criss cross of scars, thin scars like the lash of a whip.
Sheβd let him see.
Without turning she said, βThatβs the story I wouldnβt tell you Joe. He beat me, whipped me with an electrical cord. If I was disobedient or argumentive, heβd whip me βtil I was bloody. Joe, I know about you and Kari, she told me and she told me the things you asked her about me. Yes, I kept my mouth shut βbout what he was doinβ with her, I tried to talk to him, he beat me but I didnβt give up, I threatened him with the law, he said if I ever did that heβd kill me and Kari, too; I believed him, but he beat me again just for good measure. Come on, letβs sit down, Iβll tell you the rest of my story. β
It spilled out, all the abuse, the sadistic infliction of pain, his meth binges, everything. When sheβd finished talking she was exhausted, she lay down on my lap, across me.
βRub my back for me, touch me, take some of my painful memories with your hands. β
I rubbed her, light circles up and down her back, touching her scars, βMy poor beautiful woman, my sweet baby,β I crooned.
She relaxed, cooing contentedly.
I let my hand wander lower, sheβd filled out nicely, twin melons, perfect and ripe, I kneaded her cheeks, she wriggled a little on my lap.
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I slid a finger, splitting her melons and circled, she was tense, I felt her tighten. I used the tip of my finger, just the pad and pressed, firm constant pressure, not trying to pierce her, asking her to let me in.
I was still caressing her back and sides with my other hand, βRelax Cassie, just let go sweetheart, let it go, your gonna be alright. β
With a large sigh she did, the tension left her, her sphincter muscle opened to my pressure, I slipped the finger into her, it was unlubricated, I only probed her to my second knuckle, I just held her.
In a raspy voice Cassie quietly whispered, βYou want me there donβt you Joe?β
βSweetheart, Iβm just playing. β
βJoe, I ainβt never done that but you can if you want to. β
βCassie I donβt want to do anything with you that you donβt want done. β
βJoe, I think I want to, I want you to, itβs just I ainβt done it before and Iβm a little scared. β
βWe can just lay here Cassie, weβve had a good day together, we can lie here and enjoy each others company, each others touches. β
She reached out and picked up the first aid kit, sheβd seen the small jar of Vaseline I kept in it, she handed it to me, βGet me ready Joe. β
I did, with some of the Vaseline on my finger, I probed her back passage, sheβd tightened up again, I spoke softly encouraging her, encouraging her to relax, I added more lubricant, stuffing her and she was ready.
I rolled her off my lap onto her back; I wanted to see her face.
I didnβt have a pillow to put under her, I rested her on my thighs, guided John Henry to her pore, I pressed, firmly but slowly, her outer ring parted, there was resistance from her inner ring, I kept the constant firm pressure, willing her to relax, slowly, ever so slowly she opened, I pressed through.
βUnnnnh,β she murmured, as I entered her.
Half an inch at a time, gradually I eased deeper.
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βJoe, I can feel you up in me, it doesnβt hurt, itβs just a fullness, way different than when youβre in my pussy, youβre stretching me, Iβm closer to you than Iβve ever been, giving you something no one else has ever had, I love you, you know, I do. β
I spoke words that I hadnβt said to any woman but my mother, βI love you, too Cassie, I really do. β I realized I meant those words, I did love her.
And with that realization other thoughts flooded my brain.
An odd time and place for a conversation, eight or nine inches of cock buried in my woman but I needed to know.
βCassie, can you have kids?β
βWhy you asking that Joe?β
βI might want a kid, you know, you and me. β
βYeah Joe I can have kids, Iβm on the pill, why, are you proposinβ to me?β
βCassie you can cook like a chef, clean like a demon, you even hoe my garden and catch me dinner, to top it all off, you may have the worldβs tightest ass, hell yes Iβm proposinβ, you gonna say yes. β
βOh I guess so,β she grinned at me.
I gave her a little thrust.
βUgh,β settle down there John Henry, no need to get rambunctious; I said yes. β
Now that weβd gotten that little detail dealt with I got down to the business at hand, I pumped her a little faster, a little harder.
Taking her hand I guided it down βtil she was touching herself. I got her fingers moving,
βYou gonna cum for me baby?β
βUnhuh, Iβm gonna cum. β
When she started tremblinβ I started firinβ, her pussy was pourinβ all over me and I was fillinβ her back up.
When Iβd softened and pulled out we lay arm in arm.
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βSo weβre gonna get married, huh Joe. β
βHow about Kari and how βbout we get hitched next week. β
βYou mean about you and Kari, Joe, I ainβt got a problem with that, she likes it, you like, I ainβt gonna bitch, it ainβt like when Denny was doinβ her. β
βYouβre serious about marryinβ me arenβt you?β She asked.
βYup and I want to hang around here, get a lotta lovinβ from you, make that youngen, get the garden started, catch some catfish, live the good life. β
βGuess Joe on the Roadβs gonna have to become Joe on Blackwater Creek, anβ Iβll work on that βGreat American Novel. β.