The Dangers of Pain - Part 3 - Therapy in Olympic Park
The closer the big RV got to Portland, on our way to Port Angeles, the worse the weather got. By the time we were crossing the Columbia River bridge northward, rain was driving horizontally and Ben was tense in the driver's seat. Martha and I sat together in the upholstered passenger seat, feeling the buffeting of strong winds, and staying quiet as Ben struggled the keep the van in its lane.
It was nearly lunchtime as we neared Olympia and Ben took an exit to a pretty rest stop under tall firs and cedars. He looked out at warm sunshine and broken clouds. "I'm glad that is over, this thing is a handful in storm winds."
Munching on a sandwich at an outdoor picnic table, he smiled and said the short run up alternate 101 to Port Angeles would be a piece of cake. "We are taking Linda out to dinner?"
"Yes, of course. You don't land on your daughter with three people and expect dinner!"
I laughed at Martha and suggested, "I'll send her a text with our ETA and a dinner invite."
She looked at me, surprised, "Yes, do that. I forgot about text messages."
An hour later, with Martha behind the wheel, a reply chimed on my phone. "Great!
It may be six before I am back. Key is under the flower pot."
"We are invited to relax inside until she shows up around six."
I checked the phone for rated restaurants. "The phone says we have our choice of Chinese, Mexican and Thai."
Martha said, "Fine. We can let her pick any of them?"
Ben and I looked at each other and smiled. He took my hand and guided me to the bed in the rear.
"Uncle is remembering how disobedient you were last evening, Alexis. Pull down your drawers and bend over my knees!"
"No, no, how could you do this again?"
My girl parts were glorying in the pain. A string of low moans came from my mouth. "No, uncle, please no..." His fingers were exploring between my thighs and finding me completely wet.
His voice was low and hideously male. The moist fingers went into my mouth. "Dearest niece, you are learning how to behave with a man. I'm going to take you now, and you will come for me."
I didn't resist as his powerful arms raised and turned my body to the front, where I could see Martha glancing at us with a horrible smile on her face. His knees were spread, which stretched my legs far to the side as I was slowly lowered. God, I so wanted him. How did he punch my button so fast?
"Aaargh!"
Pinned on his giant shaft, it took but a moment for my tee shirt and bra to disappear. His hands moved to my nipples, allowing my full weight to drive my sex onto him as deep as it would go.
"Alexis, your cunt is clenching on me just fine. I do believe these education sessions are helping!"
His flat hands were slapping my breasts, alternating with vicious pinching and pulling at the nipples.
"Oww! Please don't." That very instant I came, freezing on his prick as ecstasy raged through my body. He had to know the punishment was making me come. My secret was becoming more exposed every time he captured my body.
He wasn't finished. Quickly, I was turned and jammed on him again as we went forward and he lay me on the floor between the seats. Martha gazed down at me. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen. He hardly enters you and there are screams of coming. There is a rest stop just ahead, keep him busy until I have parked. He owes me."
Ben and I smiled at each other. "Uncle, Aunt Martha says I need to entertain you, now that I am completely corrupted."
I closed my eyes as he methodically thrust again and again. The hard floor allowed him to plunge deep inside where everything was gathering into a wild explosion. My long loud wail filled the van as it coasted to a stop.
Martha wanted him, and she wanted him now. He stumbled along as she yanked on his arm, shedding clothes as she went. I lay there in bliss, his spunk running out of me onto the floor. The view as they coupled and fell to the bed was great. She cursed, accusing him of taking up with another woman and getting ready to abandon her. She took a terrific pounding as he growled and reminded her she was his woman.
I could feel my sore ass as I made my way to the sink and found a cloth to clean up with. I said to myself, Alexis, you useless cunt, what is it going to take to repair and reform your slutty behavior?
I retrieved sodas from the fridge and approached the bed, where the combatants were lying back with beatific smiles. I handed over two bottles and covered them with towels. "Uncle, you have got to stop accosting your women around every curve."
He extended a hand and pulled me close. I leaned across for a kiss with Martha and he smacked my rear smartly.
"Martha, this young writer has added a lot of spice to our lives."
"Yes, and if we don't get some spice on the road, we are going to be late for dinner."
When we pulled up to Linda's address, there was a car out front. Ben rang the bell and the door was opened by an attractive, tall woman who said, "You must be Mom and Dad and Alexis. I am Linda's roommate, Carol. Please come in."
The house was really not much more than a cottage, but cozy and filled with good furniture. Martha hugged Carol and asked, "Do the two of you work together?"
"No, I am with the Visitor's Bureau. We met in a bar and compared notes about extortionate rents in tourist towns. After three beers and conversation, we decided to combine budgets and here we are."
"That's wonderful. We are taking Linda out to dinner, would you like to join us?"
She looked doubtful. "I don't want to intrude on family."
"Nonsense," Ben said, "we pick up strays all the time. Look at this one we found on the PCT."
It was my turn for a hug. "Don't pay any attention to him. I was looking for a ride to town, and the next thing, I was kidnapped. The very nicest kidnapping you ever saw."
She laughed, "It took a lot of persuasion, I am sure, to convince you that riding in a home on wheels was better than building blisters on the trail?"
Linda caught up with us at the restaurant, tanned and bubbly. "Sorry to be late, we are doing some GIS mapping and I got carried away." The conversation lapsed into rapid fire talk about rain forest diversity in the Olympics, volatile geology, human impact and many asides about Linda's work. The family was so absorbed, Carol and I did the drink ordering and struck up a quiet conversation about how she ended up in Port Angeles.