Chapter 1
Roger tilted back his head and gulped down the rest of the warm beer before crushing the can in his powerful hand and tossing it out the window.
He honked savagely at his horn as a small white Fiat whizzed in front of him, cutting across lanes.
"Fuckin' assholes!" he muttered beneath his breath.
He was in a very bad mood. And he was pretty smashed. He had bought a six pack of Budweiser and he had just finished off the last can.
His blood pounded in his temples and he clenched the steering wheel in a viselike grip with his big, hamlike hands.
Roger Lipscotch was a huge man. Standing six foot two, he weighed two hundred and forty pounds of solid, rippling muscle. He was powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a barrel-like chest, a tight, firm stomach and legs like tree trunks.
His hair was reddish brown and cropped within an inch of his bullet-shaped head.
His eyes were a piercing gray, narrowed beneath his lowering brow. His nose had been broken in a fist fight, and his mouth was strong and hard. His jaw jutted forward stubbornly.
He was not handsome, but there was something rugged and arresting about his masculine features which made him extremely attractive to most women.
Today, he looked disheveled and unwashed. A day's growth of dark beard made his lean cheeks feel like sandpaper.
He was wearing a soiled, stained tee shirt which clung to his massively muscled torso like a second skin. His sweat made the shirt cling to his body in moist patches.
He was also wearing a pair of clinging, well-worn dungarees which hugged his hips and ass and crotch.
He had a hard-on. It was stretched painfully against his thigh, throbbing impatiently.
Beer did that to Roger. It made him angry, and it turned him on. He felt like slugging someone and fucking some chick at the same time. Needless to say, it made him restless and irritable.
He thought bleakly of his recent past. His trucking business was slacking off. He owed a ton of debts. He was fined for drunken driving and the next traffic violation he received would mean that his license would be revoked.
His wife, that bitch tramp, had run off with another man, leaving their two teenaged daughters. Barbie and Vicki, in his care.
Savagely he gritted his teeth, his temples pounding with rage, as he thought of his ex-wife.
Hell, he'd like to get his hands on that bitch! He'd twist her slinky body into bits. He'd fuck her up the ass and then strangle her ...
Roger trembled in rage as he concocted this savage fantasy.
He needed some release, some way to rid himself of the pent-up energy inside of him.
As if in answer to his needs, Roger spotted something ahead of him on the highway.
Someone was trying to hitch a ride. He couldn't make out yet if it was a chick or just some dumb hippy.
But soon, he saw the hitchhiker more clearly. It was a chick, all right. A very young chick. And a beauty!
Roger slammed on his brakes, and the big truck screeched to a halt, pulling to the side of the road.
Roger leaned over and pushed open the door on the passenger side of the truck, and grinned as the pretty young thing climbed into the cab.
"Oh, thank-you so much! I didn't think anyone was going to stop for me!" the girl said gratefully, pulling the door closed.
"My pleasure, Miss," Roger drawled, his eyes raking impudently up and down her body as he pulled back onto the highway.
"My name's Chieko. Chieko Smith," she said.
"Chieko? What kind of a name is that?"
"Oh, Japanese. My Mom's Japanese, and that's her name, too," the girl explained almost apologetically.
Roger felt his cock twitching with lascivious need. Hell, was she a gorgeous little bitch!
He ogled her out of the sides of his eyes. She was sixteen, a lithe, willowy lovely thing wearing a skimpy halter top which did little to cover her small, firm, apple-sized breasts, and a pair of cut-offs which revealed her long, shapely legs.
Her features were voluptuously lovely. Long silky dark hair hung in luxuriant tresses about her shoulders, framing a delicately hewn, oval-shaped face.
Her almond-shaped, light brown eyes were slightly slanted, giving token to her Oriental heritage. Her lashes were long and silky, making her eyes look sexy and hooded.
She had a small, button-like nose and a luscious, strawberry-hued mouth with soft, sensuous lips.
"Well, Chieko, the name's Roger," Roger drawled, grinning at her lewdly. "Where you heading this fine mornin'?"
Chieko giggled, batting her lashes at him, and said, "Oh, that all depends on how far you want to go!"
Roger felt his stomach lurch with desire. He read the coquettish invitation in her almond-shaped eyes, he saw her cherry sweet lips moisten as she drew the tip of her tongue over them, and his cock twitched in excitement.
Roger's grin widened.
He drawled, "I think I'll make a detour into the desert!"
Abruptly, he swung the big truck to the left, pulling right off the highway and into the sagebrush. He drove into the desert, his heart beating savagely with lust.
Chieko looked at him in startled surprise. "H-Hey, what are you doing?" she gasped.
Roger grinned lewdly. "Don't put on the coy act, baby. A gal don't cock tease Roger Lipscotch and then back out!"
Chieko gave a little shaky laugh. "Uh, hey, mister, I - I was flirting with you, sure, but hey, man, I'm only sixteen! Give me a break, will you?"
Roger heard the fear in her voice, and it merely turned him on even more.
The highway was far from them now. In his rear view mirror, Roger could barely make out the cars on the highway. They were like tiny black beetles scuttling across the desert's etiolated surface.
Roger slammed on his brakes, and Chieko gave a little scream and grabbed for the handle to the door.
Roger growled and lunged forward, grabbing her by the arm and wrenching the willowy part Oriental beauty toward him, his ringers digging cruelly into her flesh.
Chieko gave a terrified sob and gasped, "P Please! D-Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!"
Roger's gray eyes burned with rapacious lust and he grinned savagely, staring down at her.
Her abject fear, the tears glistening in her eyes, the pleading words spilling from those rosy lips, awakened Roger's erotic fires even more.
Yeah! Make these bitches grovel before me, Roger thought thickly in his beer-dulled mind. I'd like to see Margaret like that. Begging me to forgive her! Forgive her! What a laugh! I'll punish the bitch! I'll teach her to fuck with me!
He slid his hand roughly around the back of Chieko's neck, jerking her head back, and bent down, crushing his lips hard against her quivering mouth.
He kissed her hungrily, their teeth clinking together. He forced his tongue between her lips and thrust it deeply into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.
Chieko gave a strangled sound, struggling to tear herself away from him. She began to hammer her fists against his hard, muscular chest.
Roger released her head and drew back his arm. He swung it hard, slapping her across the face and jerking her head violently to one side. He brought his hand back, slapping her across the other cheek. The sounds of the slaps resonated like reports in the desert air.
Chieko gasped faintly, her body shuddering. Her head swam as dots flashed in front of her eyes. A ringing sounded in her ears and the world seemed to reel about her.
She stared numbly up into the face of the big brutish trucker who had just struck her across the face.
She felt his hot breath on her flesh. She smelled his acrid odor, the combined scent of beer and sweat, and she cringed in fear. But deep inside her quivering belly, a flicker of unwitting excitement caused her to tremble.
Again, Roger kissed her hungrily on the mouth, and this time, she did not dare to resist.
She felt the strength of his body against hers and in his big, hamlike hands. She knew that she was helpless. She knew that there was nowhere for her to run if she did manage to get loose from his relentless grip, and that he would overtake her long before she reached the highway.
Chieko was not a dumb girl. She wanted to survive, and she realized that her best bet at survival right now was to make this hulking, drunken, savage brute happy.
She relaxed and let his wet sloppy mouth suck and slurp at her tender, rosy lips.
Roger's hands ran down her shoulders and cupped the soft, pouting hills of her budding bosoms through the skimpy material of her halter top. They were firm and warm to the touch, and he squeezed them hard, growling with salacious enjoyment.
Chieko whimpered and shivered as his hands kneaded cruelly into her throbbing knockers.
Roger slid his hands behind her back and impatiently tugged at the strap to her halter top, untying it. The skimpy garment fluttered off and dropped to the floor of the cab.
The brawny trucker grunted with animalistic satisfaction, slapping his big, sweaty hands around the young teenager's warm, silky breasts and crushing them with his calloused fingers.
His moist palms scraped across her strawberry-hued, turreting nipples and Chieko shuddered, feeling her nubbins slow grow erect. The stabbing pains caused by his cruel grip around her tits mingled with flowing sensations of pleasure that had begun to billow through her.
She choked back a sob, chewing on her lower lip and closing her eyes. Roger watched her face as he squeezed and played with her tits. Occasionally, he bent down and kissed her hotly on the mouth or stuck his tongue in her ear and wiggled it around.
He liked to watch her squirm and whimper as he man-handled her.
He pushed her roughly down on the seat and bent over her.
Chieko felt his breath blowing over her chest, and she shivered convulsively. She uttered a little cry as his hot, wet mouth clamped over one of her throbbed, olive-colored boobs and sucked and chewed at her taut, rubbery nipple.
Roger sucked and chewed voraciously at the pretty teenager's hot sweet tits, pulling away occasionally to peruse the sexy sight of the quivering mounds of flesh, glistening with his saliva, the nipples ripely erect.
He moved down her body, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in his wake, sliding his tongue over her soft, fluttering belly, dipping the tip of it in the hollow of her navel, until he came to the belt line of her cut-offs.
Chieko gave a little frightened cry as she felt his big hands slide between her thighs and start to quickly unbutton her fly.
She gave a little sob as the big, brutish trucker hooked his fingers in the shorts and impatiently jerked them down about her knees.
She was wearing a pair of cotton panties with little roses embroidered on them.
"You little slut, you got a hot body, baby," Roger muttered thickly, bending down and mashing his face against the soft hill in Chieko's panties.
He sucked at her soft sex through the thin material, sniffing greedily at her fragrant feminine aroma. Chieko bit her lip, shuddering and gasping as she felt unwitting tremors of erotic delight cascade through the lower part of her body.
Roger grabbed her panties and yanked them down.
He gave a low growl of lust as he stared at her luscious, creamy thighs. A soft patch of silky, jet black hair lined the pink sloping mound of her sweet, girlish mons Veneris.
Roger grunted and pressed his face between her legs, mashing his big, wet mouth around her hot, twitching little snatch. He sucked at it noisily, licking his big, wet tongue up and down the puckered slit.
Chieko's body jerked and she gave a humiliated sob of pleasure as the burly trucker's voracious mouth and tongue worked over her quivering, delicately fleshed box.
His swiping, wriggling tongue made contact with the small, oily button of her clitoris, and he strummed it lewdly, flailing his tongue to and fro and in circular motions across it.
Chieko gave a little surprised shriek as electric explosions of sheer rapture tore through her throbbing girlish loins.
None of the boys she'd let have sex with her had done anything except stick their dicks up her hole and push them around a little. It had always hurt a lot, and then just as she felt herself starting to enjoy it a little, the boys had made a lot of noise and shot their wads.
She had never felt the delirious explosions of erotic ecstasy which were ricocheting through her loins now as Roger's hot tongue whipped back and forth and in and out, probing and exploring her moist, ruby-red orifice.
Roger lifted his face, dripping with saliva and Chieko's flowing fluids.
"Yeah, you're a hot fuckin' little slut, aren't ya?" he grunted thickly.
He ran his hands up her thighs and drew his thick, calloused fingers over the puckered pink ridges of her moist, quivering snatch.
Chieko's body jerked in erotic surprise as the big brutish trucker gave a grunt, peeling back the soft, delicate petals of her sex and revealing the sweet glittering jewels of her inner vagina.
He poked his forefinger into the hot, slick little hole and began to pump it back and forth, grinding his big meaty hand as he worked the digit deeper and deeper into her tight, clenching orifice.
Chieko gave a little whimper of mingled pleasure and distress as his hard, thick finger began to slide rapidly back and forth.
Roger frigged her ripe, pulsating pussy faster and faster, pushing his whole finger up inside her tight, narrow canal. He began to insidiously work a second finger inside the clenching maw to her twat.
Grunting with satisfaction, he forced both fingers deeply inside the lovely Oriental teenager's twitching pussy and began to lustily fuck them back and forth.
"OOOOH! OOOOOH! OOOOOH!" Chieko squealed in shocked delight.
Darts of incredible pleasure began to shoot through her slender, satiny loins as he squelched his fingers in and out, in and out, again and again.
"Like that, don't ya, slut? Like me playing with your hot pussy, huh?" Roger growled thickly.
He drew his fingers abruptly out of her body with a moist popping sound and placed them in his mouth, sucking the sticky fluid off of them and smacking his lips with noisy satisfaction.
His gray eyes were burning with lust and a lewd smile twisted his ruggedly handsome features.
He caught hold of his tee shirt and with a grunt, hauled it over his head, tossing it away.
Chieko's frightened eyes unwittingly explored the brawny, hulking trucker's naked torso.
Roger had broad shoulders and thickly powerful arms with bulging biceps. His chest was massive. His pectoral muscles were thick sloping slabs capped by hard brown paps, and his lats fanned away from his body like a cobra's hood.
His chest tapered into a firm, rippling stomach, and a thick mat of coiling reddish brown hair covered his torso almost entirely. The hairs gleamed with sweat now, and his chest was heaving as lusty breaths exploded from his lungs.
She saw the way his eyes gleamed as they raked over her trembling, nubile, naked body.
She saw the huge, bulging lump which tented the crotch of his tight jeans.
And a flicker of excitement rushed through her, even while she shuddered in trepidation and whimpered pathetically, her eyes limpid with tears.
Roger grinned at her and reached down, unbuckling his belt. There was a loud rasping sound as he drew down the zipper of his trousers and hauled his pants down about his knees.
His legs were thick, muscular trunks bristling with hairs. He was wearing a pair of soiled jockey shorts.
An enormous throbbing column of flesh and gristle lifted the elastic of the underpants off of his belly, and several inches of the man's gargantuan penis escaped from the confines of his short and throbbed lustily in the air.
Chieko gave a low gasp, her eyes widening, as she caught sight of his erection for the first time.
Even though it was half concealed by the jockey shorts, Chieko could see that the phallus was incredibly large and long and thick.
Roger grinned as he saw her reaction. It turned him on even more when he saw how girls behaved when they realized how well hung he was.
For, the brawny trucker was hung like a horse. His cock was over ten inches long and as thick around as Chieko's wrist.
A fat, heart-shaped head capped the end of the corrugated, pulsating shaft, and a quivering pearl of translucent liquid quivered on the piss slit invitingly.
Roger hooked his fingers in the elastic of his shorts and drew them down, releasing his long thick schlong and his testicles.
His balls were enormous - baseball-sized and heavy, swinging virilely below his upright, twitching truncheon.
Roger hunched forward on the truck's seat and reached down, sliding a hand behind Chieko's head and roughly hauling her up.
With his other hand, he stroked his thick fingers up and down the length of his gargantuan pecker lewdly.
"You like my big fuckin' prick, don't ya, you hot little slut?" Roger said huskily.
Chieko merely whimpered in response.
He hobbled forward, drawing her head down toward his lap.
"Suck it, bitch," he said thickly, "suck my hot throbbing pecker!"
Chieko gasped as she saw the enormous ramrod loom up before her eyes. The pulpy knob squelched against her cheek, smearing the bead of pre-come over her face.
She felt the heat and thickness of the penis as it bulged and brushed against her cheek.
Angrily, Roger clenched his fingers into Chieko's hair and jerked her head cruelly.
"I SAID, SUCK IT, CUNT!" he roared harshly.
Chieko choked back a sob and pursed her lips, pressing them against the spongy head of the big man's cock.
She sucked daintily at the enormous, obscenely bloated object. Her tongue snaked out, brushing back and forth across the glands, tasting the bittersweet taste of his secretions.
She circled her luscious, coral-pink lips around the knob and slurped and sucked at it hungrily.
Then, she pressed her lips against the thick, vein-latticed column directly beneath the mushroom-shaped knob and began to moistly kiss and lave at the tumescent shaft.
Her tongue licked up and down the throbbing organ, as if she were a child licking at an ice cream cone.
"OOH! Yeah, honey! YEAH!" Roger groaned, shuddering as her warm wet mouth swarmed up and down the length of his horsedick.
Chieko's nostrils quivered as she inhaled the rich, pungent aroma of male sweat and sex, and the smell rushed through her like an intoxicant, setting her blood on fire.
Her senses whirled as she began to get more and more turned on. She lapped and sucked voraciously at the big meaty manmeat.
She slid her hand beneath the heavy, fleshy sac, lifting it up and testing its weight.
Her fingers tickled the scrotum and she felt his thick, swollen nuts begin to tighten with lust.
She buried her nose and lips into his wiry pubic bush which surrounded the thick, throbbing base of his dick, and whisked her tongue back and forth across the root.
Then, she dipped her head even lower, flailing at his huge balls, lapping at the wrinkly flesh and gently nibbling it between her teeth.
Roger groaned in satisfaction as she began to suck and lave at his horny testicles.
He shuddered as he felt her tongue curl around the underside of his scrotum and began to slowly, lasciviously slide to and fro, sending red hot spasms of sheer pleasure shooting through him.
"Yeah! Lick those fuckin' balls, baby! Lick those balls good!" he groaned hoarsely.
Chieko mewled in pleasure, lapping at the sweaty, musky gonads with wanton excitement.
Her juices were flowing copiously between her thighs, and her heart was hammering violently in her chest.
She moved back up the length of his cock until she reached the thick, pulpy, satiny tip and yawned her jaws apart, taking the dickhead inside her mouth and suckling it salaciously.
Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down.
She curled her tongue around the thick, throbbing slab of meat as it slid to and fro, forming a satiny trough over which it slid.
Her cheeks hollowed inward as she sucked at his cock, and her circled lips swirled around the corrugated sides.
Roger arched his back and snorted and groaned in masculine rapture.
He dug his hands into her hair, holding the back of her head in a vise-like grip.
Savagely, he began to slam her face down on his lap as he started to hunch his hips back and forth, feeding her his big, hot joint.
"Suck it! SUCK IT!" he roared thickly.
Chieko's eyes bulged. She felt the fat head of his dick slam against the back of her mouth and lodge in the opening to her throat.
She gagged. Tears sprang to her eyes. She couldn't breathe!
To her horror, Roger pushed her head down hard and thrust upward with his pelvis with all his might.
His huge, oversized manmeat slid quickly into her aching, constricted gullet, stuffing it full and stretching it wide.
Chieko's tiny nose and soft, fluttering lips were mashed against his sweaty pubes as all ten inches of his massive mauler disappeared inside of her succulent oral orifice.
"Oh, YEAH!" Roger bellowed lustily as he felt his entire rod ensconced by her satiny mouth and throat.
He undulated his hips, digging his fingers painfully against the back of her head.
Chieko was making strangled noises as she frantically tried to pull away from him, but Roger had her head in a firm grip.
The distraught Oriental teenager began to see spots before her eyes and her vision whirled. She was choking!
Roger gradually relaxed his grip on her head and hunched his hips back, drawing about half of his dick out of her throat and allowing the sexually ravaged teenager to gulp down several lungs full of air before he rammed the huge mauler back to the balls inside her mouth.
He began to fuck her throat hard, driving his pelvis back and forth, force-feeding her his ten inch dick with short, savage thrusts.
Tears ran down Chieko's cheeks, but she forced herself to relax and take the heavy slab of manmeat which slammed deeply into her constricting gullet again and again.
What else could she do? She had no choice. Besides, she was beginning to relish the feeling. She liked the sensation of the rubbery, heavy truncheon stuffing her mouth and throat full again and again. She loved the scent of the big stud's hot, sweaty sex. She loved the feeling of his strong, hamlike hands clenched around her head as he lustily bucked his boner into her sucking mouth again and again.
Chieko hummed in satisfaction and began to enjoy the deep-throating in earnest.