Chapter 4
He had no way of knowing that his luck ran out just before noon. The Chevy pick-up looked like a thousand others--faded and covered with dirt--tattered and appearing to be held together by nothing more than white glue and a little hope mixed with spit.
As it pulled onto the gravel shoulder, he noticed the two Harley choppers in the back. There were two bearded young men in the cab. The one on the passenger side leaned out and smiled showing the absence of his two top front teeth.
"How far you going?" he said.
"Far as you like," Billy Joe answered. He started to reach for the door.
"No room up front," the toothless man said. "Hop in back with the cunt."
Billy Joe looked toward the rear of the truck but could see nothing but the tops of the two motorcycles. Just as he put his foot on the running board and started to climb over, the driver jerked the truck forward with an intensity of acceleration that nearly threw Billy Joe off again and onto the graveled shoulder of the road.
"Jesus Christ!" he called out as he managed to swing over into the back bed of the small truck. "You don't have to try to kill me, you know!"
"Don't worry about him," he heard a voice say. "Old Bo likes to shake dudes up."
He turned to face a woman about twenty-five or twenty-six years of age who had been lying between the two motorcycles. She was dressed in filthy levis and a torn and equally filthy T-shirt. It was obvious that she wore no brassiere under it to protect the soft expansive flesh of her breasts that now jiggled provocatively with the movements of the truck.
"It's okay," he managed. "I just wasn't expecting anything like that. Hell, wasn't expecting a woman in here either."
"Two."
"What?" He looked around the bed of the truck.
The woman pointed a thumb over her shoulder to what looked like a pile of rope and blankets on the left side of the truck's bed. "That over there is Sissy. She's sort of chickenshit. That's why she's called Sissy. Hey Sissy! Shake your ass, baby, we got company."
Billy Joe watched the dirty blanket move slightly and then slowly, like a butterfly emerging from a moth's cocoon, saw the top of a tousled and dirty blonde head emerge. It was followed by young but tired blue eyes, a tiny nose and lips on which what might have been lipstick was badly smeared.
"Hi," he said.
She grunted and moved her mouth in what looked like a smile before again pulling the dirty blanket over her head.
"I'm Nora," the first girl said. "Only most of the guys call me Big Mamu."
"Hi," he said again. "I'm Billy Joe Whyley. Pleased to meet you."
They rode on in silence for some time. He tried to keep his eyes away from the jiggling invitation of her lush breasts. Nora simply lay on her back looking up to the sky. Finally Billy Joe asked, "What's the trouble with your friend--I mean Sissy?"
"Her?" again Nora stabbed thumb over her right shoulder.
"Yeah. She sick or something?"
"She'll get over it," Nora said. "She's new, that's all. The guys sort of put her through an initiation last night."
"Initiation?"
"Yeah, let the whole club gang bang her. Shit, I don't know what she's so knocked out about. There weren't more than six or eight guys right after the other. Shit, that stuff last night was nothing. Why when I joined the guys I had three of them in me at once and I was jerking off another one. I'll tell you, I liked that."
Billy Joe didn't really know how to reply to the woman. Although he had had a great deal of sexual experience, his had been almost totally confined to the seduction of older women and to having them ask for his sexual services. The idea of four men being involved with one woman at the same moment was totally fantastic to him.
"Shit!" Nora said at length. "You look like you never heard of fucking before."
"Not like that."
"What the hell's the matter with that? You some sort of moral asshole or something?"
"Well, I--"
"Jesus, I could tell you stories that would curl your hair. Hell, one time I was on a chopper with Bo with nothing better to do. We was going over a bumpy road so I just unzipped him and grabbed his dork. I let the bike and the bumps jerk him off. We damned near smeared ourselves over two counties when he shot off. Bet you never been jerked off on a chopper, have you?"
"I never even been on one."
She looked at him for a long time, her eyes narrow, her expression thoughtful.
"You ain't cherry, are you?" she said finally.
"But you never got fucked in the back of a truck, now, did you?"
He looked over to her jiggling breasts. "Can't say as I have."
"Well, shit, honey. Now's your chance. Hey, Sissy, shake your ass, will you! We're going to have some fun with this dude."
Again the blonde girl struggled her head from under the blanket on the left side of the truck and looked at Nora. "Hell," she managed to say after a while. "I'm tired, Mamu. I've had enough fucking to last me for the next six months."
The lines of Nora's mouth became drawn and even harder than usual. "Don't give me any static jive, you motherfucker," she said. "You just haul your ass over here, or I'll have me a little talk with Bo when we stop."
"Hey," Billy Joe said. "I mean there's no real need for anything like this. I mean, to tell you the truth, I just got myself laid last night and this morning, too. I'm not really--"
Nora turned on him. "Listen to me, boy," she snarled. "And listen to me good. You're a good looking stud and I want your cock in me. It don't make a goddamn bit of difference whether you want it there or not. When Big Mamu wants herself fucked, why there's not going to be anybody saying no."
Billy Joe looked from her jiggling breasts to the hard and determined lines of her mouth. Finally he shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of hopelessness. "Whatever you say, Ma'am," he drawled in his most servile way. "I mean who am Ito go against Big Mamu?
"You're fucking A," she told him. "You are fucking A, number one right on, right."
The truck was speeding along a straight length of highway making the scenery seem to rush past in a green and brown blur. Sissy had tossed the blanket away and was crawling around the two motorcycles toward where Nora lay in the middle of the truck. She was wearing only a pair of torn jeans, As she crawled, her large breasts swayed like twin pendulums, their big pink nipples flashing in the afternoon sun.
Nora meanwhile had unsnapped the top of her own jeans and was pulling them down over her thighs. Billy Joe couldn't help but notice that she apparently did not believe in the use of underpanties. It also occurred to him that whatever Nora had in mind was going to prove cramped and uncomfortable because of the two bicycles.
Nora finished pulling her jeans completely off her legs and then in one gesture ripped the T-shirt over her head. Her lush body was totally nude as she turned to him.
"Well," she said.
"I--"
"Come on, goddamn it, get out of them rags." Then she turned down to where Sissy was still crawling near the tailgate of the truck. "Get your ass up here, Sissy! You can do a little clit lapping while cherry boy is getting ready for action."
Sissy crawled obediently between the two motorcycles and placed her hands on Nora's widely spread thighs.
"Come on, honey," Nora said almost kindly. "Get in there and lick old Big Mamu off. Give me that old honey tongue and make my clit sing Dixie."
Billy Joe was absolutely fascinated by what he was watching through the chromium spokes of the motorcycle wheel. Nora lay on her back with her neck slightly bent so she could look down and see Sissy crawling on her hands and knees along the triangle of space between her widely spread legs.
"Come on," she kept saying. "Give it a little tongue, honey. I'm dripping for you, baby. I'm dripping all over for you!"
Billy Joe was unable to move as Sissy inched closer to the dark patch of pubic hair just before her. He watched almost in a state of catatonic shock as the blonde girl leaned slowly forward, her tongue extended and finally placed her mouth against the wet flesh of Nora's widely opened vagina.
"Yeah," Nora said. "Lick it, honey. Lick it just like that." Almost casually, she turned to Billy Joe. "Bet you like looking, don't you, boy?" She smiled. "That feels real good. She's got an educated tongue. Likes to eat pussy better even than sucking cock." Then suddenly. "Hey. What the fuck's the matter with you? Get out of your jeans, buster. I don't mean to lie here all day without getting some cock in me."
Watching the blonde woman become more eager as she licked and caressed the sexual parts of Big Mamu, Billy Joe could feel the beginnings of his own arousal. His eyes never left the two women as he slipped out of his jeans and shorts. He placed his clothes in a pile beside the motorcycle's wheel and himself began to crawl around the near machine until he looked up to see Sissy's great buttocks before him, her head down on the hips of the older woman.
The truck was swaying gently on the highway, bouncing slightly on old shock absorbers as Billy Joe reached out and touched Sissy's smooth flesh.
He let his hands slip gently over her firm belly, up under the swaying pendulums of her firm breasts. He caressed the nipples and stroked the smooth skin for a long moment as he rubbed his hips against the soft cushion of her buttocks.
Then, against his enlarging member, he felt the first hot wet surgings of her passion juices and he knew that she was enlarging to receive him deep, deep in the hot eager flesh of her womanhood.
But he was not ready to plunge himself into the eager flesh yet. He wanted to savor every second of this impossible moment for as long as he could. The bouncing of the truck, the hard lines of Nora's face ahead of him, the soft flesh of Sissy's dangling breasts over the cupped pressure of his palms were all stimulants he wanted to savor.
Nora was looking at him, almost smiling. "Shove it in her ass," she said. "She'll go wild that way. Go ahead. Shove it in her asshole!"
Billy Joe lifted himself higher. For an instant he could see through the truck's rear window. Just in a flash of impression he saw the face of Bo, the driver--a heavy-set young man with a thick, unkempt beard. His hard black eyes were staring directly at him through the truck's rear-view mirror.
Then he didn't care whether Bo saw him or not. He didn't care what Nora said as the truck bounced over the highway. He didn't care about anything as he lifted his member and found the hot, eager, open lips of Sissy's gaping womanhood wide and waiting to receive his thrust.
He pushed the total length of his manhood inside the hot cavern of the girl's wet flesh, unaware that at the exact moment of his penetration the truck angled, a full ninety degrees off the highway and was now rushing along a bumpy dirt road.
Both girls writhed under him, the truck added mechanical bounces to the heavy hard thrusts of his member within welcoming flesh.
He could barely understand the sighs and groans of the two girls, he could barely hear what sounded like laughter coming from the cab of the truck. He was only aware of the warm and succulent flesh beneath him, the firm large globes of breasts which he kneaded with eager fingers.
He could feel himself about to submit to the totality of the pleasure welling within him but when the gates of passion were just about to open and flood over him with a sweet rapture of release, there was a grinding of tires, the spatter of pebbles under the fenders and a horrid lurch as the truck snapped to a sudden stop.
The force of the movement literally ripped him out of the soft cushion of flesh and almost broke his head against the back of the truck's cab.
"Shit!" Nora screamed. "What the fuck are you trying to do, you stupid mother fucking son of a bitch."
Stunned and amazed, Billy Joe heard both of the truck's doors open. A moment later, struggling to untangle himself from what seemed like a sea of arms, legs, breasts and buttocks, he sat erect in the back of the truck. To his right was the man called Bo who had been driving. On the other side was the bearded passenger without the two top front teeth.
It was the toothless one who spoke first. "You're a pretty dumb shit kicker," he said. "don't you know you ain't supposed to go around fucking somebody else's mama."
"I didn't ... Hey, wait a minute!" Billy Joe managed. "It was her idea," he said nodding toward Big Mamu. "She wanted to get banged in the truck. That's why she had Sissy here eat her. Hell, I didn't--"
"Shut up, you son of a bitch," Bo said. "You haul your ass off them cunt and get down here."
"But my clothes--"
"Fuck your clothes." He turned to Nora. "See what he's got on there, Baby."
Billy Joe thought of the money in his jeans. "Hey, just a cotton picking minute there. You can't--"
A huge rough hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and - roughly pulled him screaming from the bed of the truck.
"Hey," he kept screaming. "You can't do this. You can't--"
A moment later, all of them were standing beside the truck. Nora, still naked, held his jeans in one hand a fistful of his money in the other.
"Suffering shitkickers," Bo said as he looked at the money. "What'd you do, rob a bank?"
"No. I--"
"Never mind, you son of a bitch," he said. "I'm going to teach you a thing a two about fucking around with our women. Hold him down there, Mamu. I'm going to shove something fine up his ass."
Despite his struggles, they forced him to his knees. Nora held his head down. He squirmed and tried to fight but to no avail. He felt as if his insides were being ripped apart by the first hard cruel thrust of the hot shaft that tore into him.
He screamed, but knew no one heard. It was like a hot poker tearing his nerves, rupturing his flesh and then finally spurting a hot jet of molten lava into his bowels.
A moment later there was relief but only for an instant before a second iron hard organ slammed into his brutalized and abused flesh. Again there was the searing pain, the agony of violation and the grunts behind him for impossibly long moments before another hot spurt of fire seared through him and the member was pulled away.
He lay panting and violated on the weeds of the field in which they had parked. He could hear a bird sing from some impossible distance. He could feel the hot sun on his naked back and the agony of his torn inner flesh.
As if from a dream, he heard Nora's voice coming form a soft far away. "You're a real son of a bitch, you know Bo."
"What the fuck you talking about, bitch?"
"I'm talking about you getting yours out of this stud and we're taking all this here money and you won't even let me get a little ass from him. I want that cock in me
"You think that poor son of a bitch has got a cock left to him after me and Fred finished up?"
"I'm sure as hell going to find out," she said.
His eyes were closed, there was pain all around him. He felt himself roughly rolled onto his back and again heard Nora speak.
"Now look what you done you pig fucking son of a bitch t He's all soft and fucked out!"
"Shit." It was the man called Fred. "Just give him a little head. If he don't get the old dork up, he won't be worth fucking anyways."
There was still the pain, still the pink of sky through closed eyelids and the prickle of weeds on his back. There was again the faint far-away sound of a bird and then, the half consciousness of it as he felt the hot wetness of mouth sink over his flaccid penis.
In half consciousness, the dream came again. He was safe again as he had been that morning only now the bird was gone and so were the fields and the indignity. The wetness was all over him now and he was someplace else, someplace a long far away and it was wonderful and real and the way things were supposed to be....
He could feel his flesh enlarging to the tune she was playing on his instrument and knew that despite everything he would be rock hard in a moment more.
It was perfection of the dream just the way it had been so very long ago in some place he didn't know and didn't remember....
But also he didn't care as her hot lips ran up the length of his member then down again then up again until now he knew he was as hard as he would ever become. Still the lips sucked greedily on his flesh.
From some far away land he could almost hear a male voice say, "Okay, okay, you horny cunt. You got it up now. Hop on and get your big shot then let's haul ass before some hick cop finds us here."
The dream almost shattered. It seemed as if his member had been suddenly surrounded by ice. But the hard shock of it lasted but a second. The dream returned. This time just like it had been in the beginning--only he couldn't remember what the beginning had really been like. Besides he didn't want to. He wanted just this--the smooth hot thighs on either side of his hips, the thrill of damp hair over his groin and the warm woman smell all around him. Then the soft pressure of wide, welcoming hips descending on him. The wet flesh surrounding his member and sinking--sinking--sinking ever lower until he knew he would drown in it.
"That's the way," a voice echoed from somewhere. "Fuck for old glory! Ride that son of a bitch into the ground. Just plow him in."
The hot flesh began to move, to churn, to writhe. It was like before and he swayed in a never-never world with it.
"Come on, mama," he heard a voice call.
"Yeah, baby!" It was Nora galloping madly on his erect member.
"Big Mamu's fucking that guy right to death."
...Just like the first time. Just like the first time, he knew and with the knowing there was a soft wildness to it. He lay on his back in the dirt. Now the hurt was gone, so was the pinkness of the day and the sounds of the distant bird. There was nothing but the total feeling of the sensations that began with his groin and ended somewhere near the line of heaven.
...He was in a dark room and sleep was all around him and he was safe and free and without a worry in the world. His nerves were eased by satin cushions and the great velvet thing inside him began slowly to uncurl itself and twine through his entire tingling body like a snake that would devour and free him at the same instant. Then it was that he felt the slow beginnings of it as he heard the grunt above him.
The body riding him thrashed and cried out.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shoot in me, baby! Come on, baby! Come on!"
He was welling closer and closer to his own completion, each nerve snapping separately, twanging its own little surge of pleasure and tingling that to the whole.
"Yeah, Big Mama I" They were all crying. "Come on, Mama!"
As he snapped and the flood of his one soul sped through him and surged out of him he heard himself gasp and from a distance echo their words "Yeah, Mama ... Yeah, Mama....
There were grunts above him, sounds of animals rutting for a moment. Then again, abruptly it seemed his member was plunged into a sea of ice.
"Come on," he heard Bo say. "You got your jollies. Get in and leave the son of a bitch."
...Pain, half consciousness....
He heard the sounds of scrambling bare feet. Doors slamming and the whine of a truck's starter.
...Pink beyond his eyelids ... A bird in the distance....
Wheels turned, an engine roared alive. There was diminishing sound and powerful rainfall of dust on his face and naked body.
How long he lay there, he would never know. When he opened his eyes he could see the sun far to the west in the afternoon sky.
His head hurt where Bo had viciously pulled him from the truck. His bowels were on fire with the agony of abuse. He groaned once and tried to lift himself to one elbow. It was only then he became fully conscious of the fact that he was totally naked.
"Sons-of-bitches," he muttered. "Those fairy sons-of -bitches."
He managed to struggle first to one elbow and then to his hands and knees and finally to his feet. His knees were weak and he was thirsty. Swaying uncertainly, he remembered the money--all that sweet green money in his jeans pocket.
He turned toward the highway and filled his lungs with hot humid air. "You mother fucking fairies!" he screamed. "You mother...." His voice sounded weak and impotent against an empty sky. "Oh, shit," he muttered.
He sat down again in the dust of the field. He was totally conscious now and thoroughly aware of his situation. It must be near four or five o'clock in the afternoon, he thought. He was totally naked, in the middle of a field and he hadn't eaten a thing all day. He was hurt and tired and hungry.
He looked to his right and saw a vast flat horizon nowhere spotted by any sign of cultivated vegetation or animal life. To his left the land was just as flat, just as uninviting.
"Shit!" he said aloud. Again he rose to his feet. His only hope lay along the line of highway some two hundred yards from where he stood. "The least those bastards could have done was left me some jeans."
He started walking toward the highway. As his bare feet exploded against the dry dust of the field, his brows knotted in thought.
... The dream ... it was almost the same one he had had with the widow Bryant. He wondered if there was some horrible secret about his past that he knew but still didn't want to know and it worried him more than the fact that he was about to stand beside a federal interstate highway absolutely naked and stick his thumb out for a ride.