Chapter 11
The diner I'd heard Lenny and Pete speak of turned out to be an old railroad car sitting back off a narrow dirt road some fifteen miles from the filling station. The place had been all boarded up at one time but had since been broken into by somebody looking for shelter. A narrow dirt path lead to the half-open door of the old railroad car and trying to walk over such a path with one's arms tightly bound behind his back is no easy trick.
Lenny had slid from under the wheel, helped Wanda out of the car and slipped his arm around her narrow waist upon learning how weak her legs were. I managed to slide across the front seat and get out of the car, though I wished somebody would have given me a little help. I'd glanced into the rear seat once to see if Pete might not give me a hand. Seeing what was taking place back there I had given up any idea of getting help out of that black bastard.
Mae Lee was stretched out there on the rear seat, her shapely legs spread as wide as she could spread them. Her mouth was wide open, those big tits of hers were rising and falling sharply with each breath she took, while her head rolled from side to side, and her hands clawed at the seat beneath her. The black bastard was grinning from ear to ear while his eyes watched the handle of my knife move up and down, up and down inside her cunt.
"Christ!" I'd said feeling a little sick. "Couldn't he at least use his cock?"
"Oh, he'll get around to shoving all of that big, black cock into her soon enough," Lenny promised and there was that something in the tone of his voice that told me he didn't like the way his pal was treating a white woman either but there wasn't too much he could do about it.
Inside the diner I discovered that it was much cleaner than I'd expected. Usually those places are so dirty and covered with thick dust a person is afraid to sit down. It actually looked as if the first two booths had been cleaned and not too long ago.
"I see the young lovers have found the place to be safe once again," Lenny said and laughed.
"They couldn't find a better place from the looks of things," I said and began to understand how he and that black pal of his had known about the place.
"You better sit down, honey," Lenny said to Wanda. "You can hardly walk. Maybe you are sick like your daddy said."
"He ain't my daddy even if he did fuck my poor mommy once," Wanda hissed. "He forced me to go with him to see that woman and they've been making love to me every minute of every day and night since we started out on this trip."
"You're a filthy bastard," Lenny said raking me with his eyes which was kind of like the kettle calling the pot black in view of what he was planning for Wanda. "I knew things were out of line once I took a good look inside that station wagon of yours.
"They're going to sell me to somebody they call the man," Wanda informed Lenny and that poor child was sticking all of our necks in the noose, so to speak. "I heard them talking at her place when they thought I was taking a shower."
"Well, now things don't look as simple as they did in the beginning," the punk said flipping the gun from one hand to the other and I couldn't recall having seen Pete return it to him.
"My daddy says he belong behind bars, Wanda went on and I began to wonder if she were talking because she was afraid of what might happen once she stopped. "He breaks into people's homes at night to rob them and daddy is afraid he'll find some poor old lady all alone some night and fuck her to death. I heard him tell my mommy that before this man came to our house and fucked my poor mommy in the ass while my daddy watched."
Lenny's eyes were moving from first the child to me and back to the child. I could see he was wondering just how much of what he was being told was true. The kid wasn't talking the way most kids of her age did, she was jabbering away more like an old lady who'd lost her senses.
"Shut up!" Lenny snapped when he couldn't think too clearly anymore and that was all it took to make that lovely innocent child break up and burst into tears.
I stood there helplessly knowing just how Harold Blake had felt when I'd gone down on her while he'd sat bound to that chair. I'd never known real fear the way I was beginning to feel it growing in the pit of my stomach. If these two punks got the idea Mae Lee and I were in the rackets it was anybody's guess as to what they might do.
"I gotta tie you to one of those booth posts," Lenny said and moved forward holding the gun so it was aimed at that little spot right between my eyes. "First let's make sure you don't pull no fancy footwork."
I didn't catch the meaning of his words until his hand shot out to jerk open the fly of my pants along with the catch at its top. My pants slipped down my thighs, slid down my legs to fall about my ankles letting my swollen cock spring forward into the air like a sword.
Suddenly the sound of Wanda's sobs were replaced by the sound of her deep breathing. Lenny glanced towards her and was startled to see the way she was looking at the head of my cock, at the way she was licking her lips. If my pants hadn't been all tangled up around my ankles I might have kicked him in the head real good.
"Christ! look at her will you," Lenny said more to himself than to either myself or Wanda.
"She wants to fuck my cock," I told Lenny in a flat tone of voice feeling that the more shocked the punk was the better the chances of our getting out of there alive were. "She has the desire to take it deep into that lovely white throat of hers and suck it the way she would an all day sucker until it melts and let all its hot cream filling shoot deep into her being."
"Back up against that post, bastard," Lenny hissed and it would have been real stupid trying any tricks with a punk as badly shaken up as he was.
Sure Lenny was the kind of punk who thought he knew all the right people, had all the answers. He'd never been booked by the local police, I'd have bet on it, but that was only because even the best policemen in the world make mistakes. He'd heard all those stories about how much money a real cool guy could pick up by selling innocent young teen-age girls to the mob for its whorehouses and perhaps had even thought that would be a real cool way of making a few fast bucks. Being face to face with a lovely girl like Wanda who seemed to have blown her top had him all shook up. He wasn't too sure but that Mae Lee and I had been training the child to perform as a whore so she'd bring a much better price from whomever we were taking her to.
I backed against the post while thinking about the kind of punk Lenny was and let him bind my bound wrist to the thing with the belt he removed from his own pants. Once I was bound to the post he moved off to one side and stood watching the way Wanda was looking at my swollen cock and licking her lips.
"You sure she'll actually give you a blow job?" he asked when he could stand it no longer.
"Come over here, honey," I said to Wanda for there seemed to be but one way of proving to the punk that I wasn't just giving him a big line and that was for him to see the lovely innocent child go into action the way she so desired to do. "Wanda has been taught to give very good blow jobs, to please people who may not always be looking for the usual sex thrill of a good fuck."
"You trying to tell me that kid is a virgin?" Lenny asked and the tone of surprise in his voice was such that it had to be the real thing. "Don't give me no snow job. I saw that older bitch make her come right there in the front seat of that car."
"When was the last time you saw one broad shove her cock into another broad and fuck her?" I asked and chuckled softly for Wanda had dropped to her knees there at my feet and reached up to wrap her slim fingers around its full staff.
"You'd see your way clear to selling a virgin like her to a guy who would put her to work in a whorehouse?" Lenny asked and I knew that in spite of how hard and tough he liked to act, the idea that anyone could really be so evil and mean shook him clear through.
Those soft cooing sounds were coming from deep inside Wanda the way they do from a kitten that's all rolled up into a tight ball as she teased my cock with her fingers. She had teased and sucked my cock often enough to know just when to slip it between those soft lips of hers and run the tip of her tongue down over the underside of its staff.
"Ooh, I see you two are all ready to put on a nice little show for the boys," Mae Lee cooed, as Pete pushed her into the diner before him.
"What the hell gives, man?" Pete asked, those black eyes of his growing wide when he saw Wanda lean forward to lick the head of my cock.
"Take it real slow and easy, baby," Mae I-.ee cooed. "Let the boys see what a really fine blow job you give."
"You gotta be nuts, bitch!" Pete said sharply and smacked Mae Lee firmly on that lush bare ass of hers.
That was when it dawned on me that she was totally naked and that her clothing lay scattered, and torn back there at the filling station. I knew it might be awhile from what the boys had said about people getting in off the highway at that time of the day. Still sooner or later somebody would be driving into that filling station, see a broad's torn clothing laying around and get real curious.
They could even get curious enough to call the police
"Her clothes!" Lenny yelled, as Wanda took just the head of my cock between her lips and began rolling it around the way so many people did the end of those filter-tipped cigarettes before lighting them.
"She won't be needing no clothes," Pete said not catching on to what was suddenly bugging his pal so. "Man! the way she dug getting fucked by a knife handle. Once she gets all my big cock deep inside that cunt of hers she is really going to do some mighty high flying."
"We left her clothes back there around the gas pumps," Lenny screamed. "Somebody is going to see a broad's clothing laying around and call the police just as sure as hell."
Pete had slipped one thick arm around Mae Lee's waist and moved one hand upward to cup one of those big tits of hers in its black palm. With that black hand closed around all but the nipple of that left tit it looked even longer than it usually did. Mae Lee was breathing hard which was nothing new for her and I knew that having just reached a good orgasm so short a time before, those big tits were still nice and firm.
"I guess we got carried away and goofed," Pete said turning to look at Lenny. "Just pray real hard that one of the bike gangs don't decide to swipe some free gas before we get back to the station."
"We going to be stupid enough to hang around here now?" Lenny asked even as he turned his head to watch Wanda sucking on my cock for he was the only one of us who was standing off to an angle so that he could see more than just the top of the child's head moving up and down.
"We took the risk to fuck these two sex-happy bitches in the first place," Pete said, as his free hand found its way down to Mae Lee's cunt. "Shit! we'd be real stupid not to fuck both of them real good before taking off."
"These people kidnapped this girl from her home," Lenny began to explain to Pete. "They are taking her to somebody they call the man who is in the market for young virgins. I swear the guy claims the chick is still a virgin."
"Have you ever heard of anything so silly?" Mae Lee asked in that sickening sweet tone of voice she could use when she really wanted to. "Do we look like white slavers? I think your friend has flipped his cool."
"Don't try feeding me that line, bitch!" Lenny snapped. "The kid isn't as stupid as you two would like to think. She has heard you talking and is real scared of what you have planned for her future."
"The chick really a virgin, bitch?" Pete asked Mae Lee, as he slipped two of those thick, black fingers of his one hand between the full lips of her cunt. "Now be honest 'cause I'm pretty good at learning the truth about such things for myself." His fingers had slipped with ease between the lips of Mae Lee's cunt. Hell, she'd been so aroused those cunt lips had been slightly parted even before those fingers had touched them.
"Yes!" Mae Lee moaned, tipping her head back against the bare black chest of the colored bastard and closing her eyes as those black fingers worked up and down inside her cunt the way that knife handle had.
"Christ!" Lenny hissed. "I never saw a professional whore get so aroused."
I wasn't in any mood to argue with the punk right then for Wanda's mouth was moving up and down over the length of my throbbing cock.
Her one hand stroked my thigh while the other had found my heavy balls and was playing games with it. The kind of games that can make a man reach his climax long before he would like to no matter how much will power he might think he has. I could feel my climax starting down there in my balls and knew she wasn't going to have to wait too much longer. My hot come would soon be spurting forth into her lovely throat just like she wished it to.
"Man! if that chick's a virgin and can give a blow job like that just wait until she's felt a cock spurt its come deep into the tight cunt of hers after she's had one or two real orgasms," Pete said and if he was talking to Mae Lee, or thought he was, he might just as well have saved his breath.
That bitch was so highly aroused sexually that she wasn't aware of anything in the world other than her own needs of the moment. She was thrusting her cunt upward and forward as though that would perhaps force a few more inches of those thick, black fingers into it. At the rate she was going it could be the very first time she and I ever managed to reach an orgasm together.
"Shit! you can smell the sex in this place," Lenny said and I remember wondering why I was seeing and hearing everything so perfectly clear.
I couldn't even think of trying to hold back any longer on that lovely innocent child. All she wanted was the taste of my hot come shooting deep into her mouth, down her lovely young throat. She'd already lived through so much pure hell that I just couldn't hold back on her the way I knew Mae Lee would have wanted me to.
I'd have rolled my hips to help her a little but Lenny had done a real good job with that belt of his. The way he had me tied to that post by just my wrist so that I couldn't get balance enough to even roll my hips was really something. I only prayed for the chance to return the favor one day.
"Aaah!" I sang out when at last I felt my come shooting deep into Wanda's warm, hot mouth.
"Well, that's one good orgasm out of the way," Pete said and pushing Mae Lee forward, headed right toward where I stood helplessly bound to the main pole of the second booth. "Now we'll show everybody the kind of orgasm a white bitch has when a black man fucks her good." The sonofabitch was going to make sure I had a bird's-eye view while he fucked Mae Lee real good.
Mae Lee was thinking only of the fucking she was going to be getting, if you could actually say she was thinking right at that moment. She'd have welcomed a good fuck from anyone or anything right at that moment as that bastard surely knew having forced her to reach an orgasm with the handle of that knife out in the car. Shit! could that be why she was so highly aroused sexually that very moment? Had the bastard only tormented her with the handle of that knife, had he taken it from the grasp of her cunt before she'd had a good orgasm out there in the car?
"Into the second booth, bitch," Pete said giving Mae Lee a shove so that she nearly fell, had to grasp poor Wanda's shoulder to regain her balance before crawling past me into that second booth her bare ass brushing my one thigh.
Wanda remained there on her knees at my feet with her lips inches from my lifeless cock. She never even lifted her head when she felt Mae Lee's hand upon her shoulder. It was as if she'd found safety there sucking my big cock and never wanted to be too far away from it.
"On your feet, chick," Pete said catching Wanda under her arms and lifting her up. "I should think you'd want to learn all you could about fucking before you get a nice hard cock shoved deep into that virginal cunt of yours so you will discover for the first time what having a real orgasm is actually like.
"You really going to fuck the kid, too?" Lenny asked and I figured the bright young punk wished he'd never gotten so smart and taken that good look through the rear window of our station wagon.
"I could let you have the pleasure of discovering the big thrill that comes from fucking a virgin," Pete said. "If you got the guts you can be the first to fuck the kid, okay?"
Oh, that Pete was playing the same kind of nasty little game Mae Lee was so good at playing. His backing poor Lenny into a corner like that was a dirty trick. Sure, Lenny would fuck poor Wanda good, even though he'd hate the idea, for unless he did he'd look like a big coward.
I was breathing hard when Pete unhooked his pants and let them drop to the floor about his ankles. Like all colored guys I'd ever known he had real thick thighs and strong-looking legs to match the thickness of those thighs. I'd never seen any of the colored guys I'd known at school naked when they'd had a good hard-on. Taking a shower after gym seemed to have taken care of that problem for them just the way it did for most of my white pals. I guess I was interested in seeing how big a black man's cock was when he had a good hard-on. One look at Pete's told me the black man ought to be good at fucking. That bastard had at least twelve inches.
"Now open those pretty thighs as wide as you can, bitch," Pete said, as he stepped free of his pants and moved forward until his knees came into contact with the edge of the booth in which Mae Lee lay waiting to feel that big, black cock she'd been hearing so much about, thrust deep into her cunt.
There really hadn't been much point in Pete's telling that bitch to open wide. She was already lying there in that snug booth with her fine legs and lush thighs thrown as widely apart as the space would permit. She'd tossed one foot up over the rear of the booth, the other up onto the narrow table. It would have been impossible for her to have spread her feet any further apart. From where I stood I'd gotten a bird's-eye view of her heavenly cunt just before Pete had moved between us.
That bitch just lay there waiting to be fucked, and fucked some more. The good look I'd taken between those widely-spread lush thighs of hers before Pete had moved between us had told me that. I'll swear those full, rich cunt lips of hers were parted so that they had seemed to be almost pouting.
"Not bad, not bad at all," Pete said and laughed softly, as he began to slide his hands up and down over the soft, smooth flesh of those lush thighs. "How come you never became a top model or didn't get a good part in a skin flick as much as you like getting fucked?"
"You afraid you can't live up to all those big, big promises you've been making, lover?" Mae Lee taunted. "Could that be why you're taking so long before shoving that black cock into me where we both know it belongs?"
Pete laughed softly and moved up onto his knees on the edge of the booth. That way he could let Mae Lee feel not only the head of his cock against the soft, smooth flesh of her inner thigh but the full length and firmness of its staff. Once she felt all that hard, firm meat rubbing against the flesh of her inner thigh her questions about the kind of fuck he could give her should be answered. The bastard couldn't know the kind of bitch Mae Lee really was.
"Ooh, lover," Mae Lee cooed and when she cooed to a guy in that tone he could almost feel his cock slipping deep into that warm, moist cunt of hers. "Now surely you know what to do with that, at least I should hope so."
"Boy, you're just asking for it," Pete hissed and moved so that the head of his cock was but a few inches from the parted lips of Mae Lee's throbbing cunt so that she might feel all the heat pouring from that little slit.
"How can I be sure that cock isn't plastic, lover?" Mae Lee asked. "Shit! you got me so highly aroused that even a ten-year-old kid could make me reach a good orgasm. I'm used to having three or four orgasms when I get fucked really good by Eddie who happens to be a whole lot older than you."
I couldn't blame Pete for the way he gripped that bitch's buttocks and thrust that big, black cock of his deep into her cunt. Sure it was mean but the bitch had taunted the guy until he'd no longer been thinking like a sane human being. I knew that feeling well for it had been Harold Blake's hounding that had gotten me into all my trouble.
Once a man thrust his cock deep into Mae Lee's cunt and felt the way those rich, full lips gripped it he was lost. From that point on he couldn't hear, see or think about anything but the pure animal thrills that cunt was sending up his swollen staff, to shoot up his spine, clear to the top of his head.
"Ooh, honey," I heard Lenny say in a tight sounding voice and glanced towards where Wanda had been standing watching Pete move in on Mae Lee to discover that young lady was no longer the least bit interested in what was taking place there in that booth.
Lenny, so it would seem, had grown tired of standing off to one side watching his pal have all the fun. He'd stripped that thin short skirt and blouse from Wanda and dropped to his knees at her feet. His cheek was pressed against her flat stomach so he could feel how very deeply she was breathing while two of his fingers worked up and down inside that tight little cunt of hers. His mouth was so close to the top of the child's cunt I knew she could feel his hot breath there on that soft, tender flesh beneath that thin blond patch of pubic hair.
"I guess you know I was telling you the truth when I said she was a virgin," I said and was surprised to discover how very near normal the tone of my voice sounded.
"Yah, some virgin but still a virgin I guess," Lenny said not even doing me the favor of glancing my way. "Well since this sweet little girl reaches an orgasm so very quickly it's kind of a shame to keep her hanging in air, waiting for the biggest thrill of her life. If you know what I mean?"
Oh, I knew what the punk meant all right. What he was saying was that it was high time that everybody stopped teasing the child and let her find out what a good fuck really was. That he felt it was more or less his duty to fuck her good, the sooner the better, the way he looked at things.
"Aah, eeek!" Mae Lee sang out as her one foot pounded on the narrow table of the booth and I knew, we all knew, she'd reached her first orgasm. With that big, black cock moving in and out of her cunt the bitch would come three or four times at least and very, very quickly. Shit! she was so fully aroused to begin with she couldn't help herself.
I felt a lump in my throat and knew it was fear. Fear of what Lenny had planned for poor Wanda when Pete finished his task of giving Mae Lee the greatest fuck of her life. Oh, I couldn't really blame Lenny. Shit! he'd been pushed into a corner where he couldn't very well do anything else.
The same type of corner Harold Blake had pushed me into with his constant hounding. The poor bastard! Christ! I was beginning to feel sorry for other people!
That could mean I'd really blown my cork!