Coming Home 38

Jackson had been down this highway in Arkansas many times before, but somehow, it still looked different. It had been awhile since he drove through here with his father when he was a teenager, but he still expected it to look like it had in his dreams over the last few months.

The car continued to wind along down the road, surrounded on both sides by a mixture of woods, small farms, and the occasional gas station. There were few lights along the side of the road, and the barns and house stood like ghostly specters deep in the trees as the car twisted along the two lane blacktop.

At last, he crested the hill, and saw the small city limits sign at the side of the road. Welcome to lovely Mountain View, Arkansas! He smiled slightly, surprised at the jitters that were starting to flutter about in his stomach.

Jackson followed Main Street around to the right, looking for the street that would lead him to the home he'd never seen. He saw the sign, almost as he was passing it, and turned back into the small valley back into the hills at the far edge of town. The asphalt ran into gravel, and about a half mile farther back, Jackson saw the sign of the motel he had reserved for the next few days. John Taylor's Laid Back Inn...it seemed so appropriate a name for a California boy so far from home.

And if his plans went anything like he imagined, being laid back was all he expected to do for the next few days.

The tires crunched across the gravel as he pulled up to the dimly lighted office. He shut off the motor, but remained seated in the car, listening to the popping of the car's motor as it slowly cooled in the chilly January night. He found his hands didn't want to let go of the steering wheel, but the man behind the desk inside started staring at him, so he slowly flexed his fingers, grabbed the door handle and stepped out of the car. He walked across the short distance to the steps, walked up and entered the small rental office.

"G'evenin' mister. Ya looking fer a room fer tonight?" the grey haired man behind the counter asked with a smile, while he tapped on the counter with the end of an chewed ball point pen.

"Hi. My name is Jackson Moore...I had a reservation for the next four days?" Jackson replied. "A small cabin, near the back?"

"Ohhhh, yea-uh, I remembers you now. Gotcha all set back in Cabin 12, it's a way back by the crick, and it should be plenty quiet fer ya back there. Any partikular reason you wanted to be so fer back? My name is Glen, by the way..." The man smiled amiably as his pen continued tapping a staccato beat on the faded Formica counter.

"I'm a writer, and I'm just looking for a few quiet days to work out a new story line or two. If you don't mind, I'd prefer not to be bothered at all while I'm here."

"Not a problem at all, son...these ARE Taylor's Laid Back Cabins...you jest settle yerself in back there, and it'll be quiet as a church. The place is pretty empty this time of year, what with it bein' so cold 'n all...jest sign the register here, and here's the key...y'all enjoy yer stay with us now, and if there's anything we can do fer ya, just give us a ring!"

Jackson dropped the key in his pocket, flashed Glen a parting smile and slipped back out to his rental car. He started the engine and followed the road around to the back of the motel grounds until he found Cabin 12, right where Glen had said it would be, about twenty feet from a small creek that ran along the bottom of the valley and out of sight to the south.

He parked the car at the foot of the stairs, climbed out and stepped to the trunk to collect the one small bag he had brought with him. He looked up at the cabin and chuckled at its rustic appearance. "Just what I was looking for!" he mumbled under his breath..."It'll be just like being Jed Clampett for a few days!".

He carefully stepped up the icy stairs, slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door in slowly. What he saw seemed to be exactly what he had expected from the pictures on the internet. The little cabin was very plain and homey, with knotty pine paneling and large rough hewn wooden beams holding up the ceilings. A large rag rug covered most of the hardwood floor, with several cheap prints adorning the walls. To his right was a small bathroom with a slightly rusty two spigot sink and to the left was a large bed with an overstuffed mattress and a thick, old fashioned quilt folded at the foot. He sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes, then lay back onto the soft mattress and closed his eyes. Within a few seconds, he was snoring softly, completely dead to the world.

Sometime early the next morning, Jackson woke to the slightest tapping on the door to the cabin. At first, he wasn't sure, but then the sound came again, a light tap, tap, tap, then the doorknob rattled a little, followed by another series of light taps. He sat there on the bed a moment longer, and then almost without knowing how, he found himself on his feet and heading to the door.

He could see through the windows that it was still quite dark outside, but he had no idea of the actual time, as he had left his watch out in the car the night before. He knew that it could only be one person at the door at this hour of the night, and he reached out for the knob, his hand shaking slightly. He felt his heart jump up into his throat as he slowly undid the lock and twisted the knob, peering around the edge of the door as it cracked open.

He saw her face in the early morning darkness, looking hesitant and unsure. "Well, hello, stranger! Mind if I come in?" she drawled softly. He pulled the door open wide as she stepped through, and her hand touched his on the knob as she pushed the door closed behind her, pulling his hand naturally around the small of her back. He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her body hard against his, and without a word leaned into her, his eyes locked on hers, and lowered his mouth directly to hers. Their lips touched and instantly opened, tongues dancing together with increasing force and speed, their heads twisting form side to side as his other hand came up into her hair, forcing her mouth even more firmly to his.

Her hands slid around his back as she groaned into his mouth, crushing her body into his, her hips grinding against his and pushing him backwards towards the bed. When his knees hit the edge of the mattress, he fell back, never losing his hold on her body or her mouth.

Her hands slid down to the bottom of his shirt and frantically began dragging it up from under his belt, freeing it then yanking at the buttons to get it open. He opened his eyes momentarily to see her eyes a fraction of an inch away, begging silently as their tongues continued flicking and twisting together, her lips smashing his down with almost painful force.

With a sudden shove of his shoulder, Jackson flipped the two of them over on the bed, and let her hands peel away his shirt and pitch it away to the floor. Her legs opened underneath him, and he settled between them as her hips ground upward at him, pressing at his stiffening cock inside his jeans.

Their tongues continued to drive back and forth, first his tongue deep in her mouth, searching, seeking, then drawing back, pulling her tongue into his and biting it gently, holding it firmly as his tongue slowly dragged from his teeth to the tip of her tongue, slowly tapping against the very end of it. He opened his eyes to see a smoldering smile in her eyes so close to his. Her hands slid up his naked back, slowly dragging her nails across his skin, his eyes widening with pleasure. She closed her eyes as her hands reached Jackson's neck and pulled his face to hers, like she was trying to inhale every bit of him in the violence of one single kiss.

Jackson drew away from her slowly, and then smiled as her eyes opened as he bent to run his tongue up the side of her throat until he found her earlobe. He whispered a soft moan into her ear, and then slid his tongue inside before pulling away, blowing softly and feeling her body quiver as his teeth bit down on her earlobe, pulling it sharply as he growled deep in his throat. Cerilene arched her back, driving her body up and writhing under Jackson's weight, her hands roaming his body, stroking his skin with her fingertips before raking it with her nails.

Jackson slowly ran his hands down Cerilene's sides, grasping her hips and pulling them up to grind his pelvis against hers. He kissed her again, savoring the sensation of her tongue in his mouth, working his way down her chest, opening each button of her blouse with his teeth. As he reached the bottom button, he pulled her top out of her jeans and buried his face and tongue deep into her belly button, biting and sucking at it with quick movements, then working his mouth back up her body as his hands pushed her blouse back and away from her breasts.

Cerilene twisted her fingers into his hair as his mouth found the soft flesh under her breasts, then over her bra to nip at her nipples through the silky material. His hands pulled up at her sides, and she flexed to allow his hands access the catch on her bra. He struggled with it momentarily in his rush to free it, before Cerilene laughed softly and reached back to free the catch for him. She held the cups of her bra against her breasts as he kissed her again, deeply and passionately. As her hands reached up again to hold his head against hers, he pushed her bra up, exposing her breasts, then gently rolling her nipples between his fingertips.

Jackson slowly slipped down Cerilene's body, licking and nibbling at her skin, his hands and tongue exploring the taste and texture of her body, the salt tang of her neck, the crinkled skin of her areolas. Cerilene shivered under the incessant attack of his hands and mouth, gasping softly as his tongue traced circles around her tits, before zeroing in on her nipples, biting them and pulling them out with his teeth before sucking them hard into his mouth. He groaned against her breasts, vibrating her nipples with a throaty growl.

Jackson's hands slipped down between her legs, stroking and pinching her thighs as his swirled around her nipples. His hand stroked across her zipper, and she rolled her hips to prolong the contact. Her hands frantically pulled at the button and zipper of her jeans, and he slipped off the end of the bed, grasped the bottoms of the legs and pulled her jeans free. Cerilene knelt on top of the bed and threw her blouse and bra aside, leaving her wearing only her panties.

As Jackson stepped back to the bed, Cerilene put her hand on his chest, stopping him at the edge. She smiled up at him, and he grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her face upward and kissing her violently. She broke free from his mouth and smiled. Her hands reached out, slowly stroking the rising bulge in the front of his jeans. She licked her lips, and then worked his buckle and zipper open, pushing his jeans down to the floor.

Cerilene looked up into his eyes again, her desire obvious as she grasped his cock through his shorts squeezing it gently. Slowly she dragged his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. She wrapped it gently in her small hand, sliding her fist p and down his length before dipping her head and flicking her tongue across the end of Jackson's cock, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. Hr other hand grasped his balls and rolled them between her fingers as her lips closed around the head and suck him into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Jackson gasped as the velvet warmth of her lips and tongue engulfed him. His knees buckled momentarily as he was overcome with the sensation, and Cerilene grabbed his hips and pushed him over onto the mattress, jumping onto his chest and attacking his cock again with her lips and teeth. As she slid the length of his cock deeper into her mouth, Jackson pulled her legs over and across his shoulders, giving himself access to the silkiness of her panties covering her drenched pussy lips. He slid his finger up and down her slit, feeling the heat of her desire through the soft material. She drove her mouth down further on his cock, and he felt her throat hitch as she slid the rest of the way down until her lips wrapped around the base and his cock was completely buried inside her.

Jackson hooked one finger under the edge of her panties, and pulling them to one side, flicked his tongue gently up her cunt from her anus to her clit, carefully circling it without quite touching it. He teased her asshole with his thumb, and then slowly slid one finger into her cunt, driving it in hard to poke at her cervix before curling it under to rub it from side to side across her g-spot. Cerilene's body vibrated with almost uncontrollable pleasure as he slid a second, then a third long finger into her pussy, one driving into the center of her cervix while the second two fluttered across her g-spot.

She picked up the speed of her mouth sliding up and down the length of Jackson's cock, rolling his balls around in her finger and pulling gently at his pubic hair. With each downward stroke, she wriggled her throat firmly around his cock, driving it deeply into her throat. Jackson continued sliding his long fingers in and out of her pussy, then her body received a sudden shock as his tongue circled her anus before driving deep inside her asshole. Cerilene's body convulsed as his hands, tongue and cock invaded every hole in her body at once.

Jackson's hands pulled free from her cunt, grabbed her hips and forcefully flipped her over on her back. He grabbed his belt from his pants lying by the bed and whipped it around her wrists, then hooked the end over one of the slats of the headboard. He knelt between her legs, then smiled as he pulled her panties to one side and ran the length of his cock against her slit until the head rolled past her clit.

"Oh please, please, Jackson...please...I want you so much...please!" Jackson smiled as he slid the head of his cock down to the opening in her slit, barely spreading her with the width of his cock, before pulling away and running it up and down her slit again. He slipped back and drove his tongue across her clit and deep into her cunt as she wrapped her legs around his head, grabbing his hair and driving his face deep into her cunt. Jackson palled away slightly, sucking cool air across her clit, and then sliding back up her body, biting and licking her as he went.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, bit it hard, and then bit the other one, before mounting her hips again, kissing her hard, and his tongue driving far into her mouth as he guided the head of his cock to her cunt, aimed it into the grasping lips, and drove it all the way in with one hard stroke. Cerilene squealed as the head of his dick slammed into her cervix. He held it there, banging it in with short strokes as her legs wrapped around his body. He felt her muscles gripping his cock as her entire body exploded around him, her legs shaking and her hands pulling at the restraint as she came.

"Oh Jackson...yes...yes...so long, I've wanted this so long" Cerilene whispered as her body went limp under him. Jackson held her tight, his cock still rock hard inside of her. He felt her hammering heart under his and the sweat soaked slickness of their skin resting against each other. Cerilene buried her head into his shoulder, her eyes filling with tears. He kissed her gently, wiping her eyes with his fingertips, then kissing her cheeks and nose.

Jackson rolled Cerilene to one side, lifting her left leg up against his chest. He slowly pulled his cock out of her, gripped in his hand and slapped the head against her clit repeatedly before slipping it back in, pulling it out again, and slamming it home hard. Jackson's hand came down hard on Cerilene's ass, and he started driving his cock in hard and fast, changing the angle in each inward stroke. Cerilene reached up and took Jackson's hand, sucking each finger into her mouth, one at a time as his pace accelerated, making the bed creak and complain at the stress.

Jackson moaned for a moment, and then pulled his throbbing cock free. "Sweetheart...I'm almost ready, and I want one thing when I come..." Jackson rolled Cerilene back over onto her back, slipped between her legs and buried his cock deep into her. He started driving in fast and hard, lifting her ass up and rolling his hips under hers to pound in as deep as he could, his cock pushing upwards into her g-spot then slamming back into her cervix. He felt her body responding to the force and fervor of his passion, her cunt matching his pace, muscles squeezing his cock with every thrust. "oh god...I'm almost there..." she moaned as he looked straight into her eyes, buried his cock in to the base, exploding into her in a huge spray of cum.

Jackson closed his eyes and nestled his head against Cerilene's shoulder. A gasp broke free from him as he began to catch his breath, and then he whispered softly into her ear as he held her tight... "Welcome home, my love..."