Chapter 12
Lucy knew for sure why she couldn't resist or report the young men. The police, she suspected, would already be on the alert looking for her. When her father found her missing, she could picture him, he probably called the local officials immediately. So turning the three boys in wouldn't have helped a bit. Besides, she'd been, to tell the truth, a bit horny before they picked her up.
So she didn't bother confusing her life just then. She had to make her way out of the mountains and away from Camp Thunderbird. She wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and her father. That was her only goal as once again she put her thumb out on the highway. It was sometime before any cars came by, but once the traffic began, she had no trouble getting a ride. And when she found out who was driving, she was ecstatic.
"What are you doing driving around?" she asked as she hopped into the beat up jalopy "How come you're not back cooking at Thunderbird?"
"Well," said the cook from the kitchen at the camp, "I guess you know what happened back there? Your father went pretty berserk when he found out about you and those guys-George and everybody-and then when he found out ..." The cook stopped talking. Lucy was sliding her hand along his thigh, rubbing his crotch. When she realized how successful her affectionate rubbing was, she applied her other hand to her driver's groin. She rubbed up and down his legs and into his genitals. He pulled the car over.
"Yes?" she said. "You were saying about the camp?" He pulled her close to him and kissed her young open mouth. She might have been only fifteen, but she knew how to French better than any other woman he'd ever met. He kissed her cheeks and her neck, and he worked his way down and inside her blouse. "I'm glad to see you," he moaned softly. He rubbed his face between her big titties. He'd had no trouble at all getting her parka and blouse open. He wanted to be out of the cold, and the big knockers seemed like a good place to start. He rubbed his bearded face between her smooth titties. She gasped with the fever and chills running around in her belly. She'd been alone on the road for a couple a whole days, and now the human contact of a friendly body against her own overwhelmed her. She opened herself up to his languorous and sensual mouth. She slid her trousers off, her corduroys, and gave him access to her cunt. He went down between her legs and kissed her open pussy. He filled her succulent hole with hot tongue meat. Then he rubbed her legs and arranged her so that he could get a hold on her ass. "I want to feel that cherry butt of yours."
"It's not so cherry, I'm afraid." she told him.
"As far as I'm concerned," said the cook, taking off his beret, "it's in mint condition." She turned around for him and he kissed her sweet buttocks. She was glad that at a gas station earlier she'd washed herself. She was especially glad that the cook knew exactly how to make her happy. He went licking and sucking between her ass cheeks, jamming his tongue up her asshole. "It's sweet," he told her. She'd showered, too, since the rape, and she'd been sure to clean herself well. It was paying off. She rolled her butt in his face and let him use his tongue all he wanted. She loved the feel of that magic flesh muscle rolling down inside her butt tube. "By the way," she asked, moaning between words, "where are you headed?"
He took a quick breather. "Well, since I was fired from the camp, I guess I'll look for work in one of the big cities." Then he landed his tongue against her smooth buttock for a long lick. He played his mouth muscle all over her pink cheeks. She had a delectable set of buttocks, as smooth as her long, soft titties. The crater was pink, like her nipple tips, and the tube was long and slender. The cook was imagining what it was going to be like to stick his long fuck rod up that perfect tube. "You know," he said, "I think you're wet enough for a quick fuck up the anus already."
"I know I am," she retorted. "But it's awful small space in here." They took to the side of the road. He spread out his blanket, this time, and she leaned down on all fours. They were nude on the blanket, and surrounded by snow. Up above and out of sight cars roared by. But down below, off the side of the road, it was relatively peaceful. The cook lifted his cock up to the edge of Lucy's sweet young ass. "It's so soft," he gasped. Then he rubbed and rocked in the cradle of her cheeks. He used the canyon to stimulate the underside of his joint. Then he had her turn around and he rubbed his cock along her smooth thighs. Finally, she lay on her belly and he sat down on her face, squatted over her mouth. She rolled her tongue across the crater in his butt. She licked the circle and entered the tip of her tongue into his sphincter muscle. He sat closer to her mouth, took more of her tongue for his anal pleasure. He leaned down on her titties, his palms open, and massaged them. "Mmmm," she hummed up his butt tube, "I love it."
He crawled down along her belly. She could suck or lick his dick or his balls or his anus. And he had access, by pulling up her legs, to Lucy's pussy and the backs of her thighs, not to mention her sweet ass cheeks and the bunghole itself. They both took advantage of the flesh opportunities. Soon they were wet and feverish, despite the cold around them.
"You know," said Lucy, "when a man just asks me I feel so much better!" The cook smiled. "I'm asking." She winked and showed him her butt. He stuck the head of his mushroom meat into the opening of her tube. He squeezed the thickest, spongy part of his cock through the tight space, into the anal cavity. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I love it." She reached back and opened her cheeks for him, spread herself. He plunged in deep. "Ahhhh," groaned Lucy, "now you're talking." She waved her hips and his cock muscle felt the tight tubular muscles of her butt begin to knead his meat. She tightened her iris sphincter muscle, too, squeezing and milking his rod with all the strength she had left. He jammed and rolled his cock so that the thickest portion of the base would stimulate her rear end the most. And in the meantime, as per her guiding hands and their directions, he placed a finger in her twat. He found her clit and rubbed it, spreading clit juice between her young tender thighs. Up and down her loins he rubbed the sweet ooze. "Ooh," she sighed, "that's soooo nice!"
Every now and then Lucy jerked her hips. The sudden activity contrasted sharply with the otherwise gentle swaying. It gave him chills that began in the tip of his cock, inside her anus, and ran up his rod to his nut nest. He could feel her squeezing buttocks pressing on the sides of his thick flesh prong. "If you rub me," she said, "it feels good." He used his one free hand to rub her titties. "No," she said, "that's nice, but I mean if you rub your dick in and out of my asshole. That feels nice." He began rocking his hips and this pulled and pushed his joint along the tubular space of her anal cavity. "Ohhhh," she sighed, "that's it." She rocked and blushed in her cheeks with every new stroke to her anus. "I love it," she gasped, "I absolutely love it."
So the cook held a breast in one hand, and he fondled the nipples and squeezed the pendular titty. And he held her clitoris between the fingers of his other hand. He rubbed the galvanized piece of clitoral flesh, gave Lucy a special twat thrill. And in, her anus, he rubbed his long thick wedge of pecker muscle. There was no way that she would not soon climax. He jammed especially hard, every now and then, just to be sure she appreciated how stiff and fat his jack hammer phallus was. And she moaned to him: "Ahhhh, that's the way I like it, honey. I like it like that."
Soon he felt the head of his cock become so hot, so sensitive, that he thought he would explode. His giant TNT prick rammed that greased anal cavity like a thundering bird. He pounded and hammered in and out of the butt cavity. Soon he was moving so fast in her asshole that it was no different than fucking a cunt. Except, of course, that the tight sphincter muscle and long anal track both supplied an exceptionally tight fit for his greased beef. "Uuuuuh ... ahhhhh ... oooooh," he sighed as his ecstasy mounted. "This is going to be the best yet."
"I know," cried Lucy, "this is getting so hot. I can't believe I didn't come ..." Just then a shiver and a spasm passed over her rear end. Sexual chills climbed her spine, coiled around her neck. She trembled. The cook palmed her cunt and let the slippery ooze from her gushing twat slide into his hand. Every now and then he transported the clit juice from Lucy's pussy to the portion of his hot rod that was not deep in her bowels. Thus, with the ooze from his orgasm, he lubricated the continuing fuck in her butt. And Lucy continued to wail in total ecstasy: "Ooooh, God, fuck! I love that meat up my asshole, honey! It's so fine!"
The cook readied himself for his own orgasm. He sensed the buildup of jism in his balls. His cock felt like a tight firecracker with a lit fuse. At any minute he would bang the inside of Lucy's ass-crotch and jet-propel her all the way through climax. His rocket flesh suddenly blasted out. He drilled harder, faster, and jism streamed from his throbbing prick. The jet spray flooded the canal in her rump. Her fanny bounced in rhythm with his repeating, phallic cadence. He pumped her bunghole for every twitch in his mushroom cap. Each shot of jism landed deeper in Lucy's bowels than the one before. "Oooooooh," she groaned. "Never stop. Rub your meat in my asshole and never stop. Ooooh."
He continued to ejaculate in her ass-crotch. It seemed to the loving couple that the orgasm would last forever. His steaming fuck-stick thickened with every pulse, and Lucy's perfect iris sphincter milked more and more hot juice out of his long stem. The cap sizzled inside her anal cavity, and the cream pudding gratified her tremendous anal desires.
When it was over, the cook lay still for a moment with his jumbo erection buried deep in Lucy's anus. He saw no pressing reason to extract his galvanized rod from the perfect flesh hole. Muscles within her butt continued to massage his joint, rubbing and tugging it for the outside chance that there might be yet another drop of ooze, yet another shot of hot jism with which to flood her bunghole. The buggering, calculated Lucy, might go on for a week. She could stand it, she would love it. The thought of a hot juicy beef keeping her plugged for seven days and seven nights excited her, stimulated her imagination. She considered how it would be to take a cast of the cook's hard-on, to have a dildo made up of just his pecker at just that moment so that she would have a fuck-stick with which to satisfy her great carnal wishes whenever and wherever they should come to her. "Ooooh, God," she cried out to him, "I'll never get enough prick up my butt. Never!"
He laughed aloud when he heard her say that. He started to pull his penis out of her anus, but she reached back and grabbed his thigh, saying: "Just once more. Just a little more. Please." He pushed forward, pumped his steel prick deep into her anus and said: "Of course, Lucy. As often and whenever you want it." He reached up under her body and massaged her long, pendular titties while his prick rubbed and penetrated the greasy asshole tube. Long muscles that could only bring him pleasure began to hug and squeeze his meat. "Oooh," she groaned. "Never stop. Rub your meat in my asshole and never, never stop."
And he knew they were on their way to another perfect anal orgasm.