Chapter 6

The first three days, driving across the coun­try wasn't bad. Mary had been lucky. Well, almost lucky. She had run from the house after knocking her mother unconscious, knowing she had to get away, but not certain where to go.

If only her father had been home! But he hadn't been and she had to make up her own mind in a hurry.

Stumbling through her bedroom, Mary gath­ered things up and ran. Her mother was lying by the bed, knocked out cold. Maybe I killed her, thought Mary. Even as she ran down the rutted road, her lungs screaming for air, Mary thought about the highway up ahead. The road that would get her away from home, away from her mother.

The sky was black as ink. She had no idea what time it was. Perhaps it was late and no car would stop. She had never hitchhiked before. It was so new and terrifying that she wanted to break down and start sobbing, but she couldn't. There wasn't time. Her mother was back in the bedroom, maybe getting up right at that moment. Mary put her thumb out at a fast moving car. The headlights grew bigger. She was blinded for a moment as the car whizzed past. Her dress blew up around her waist. Mary realized she had wet her panties.

She touched her crotch. Her pubic hair was wet all right, but not from pee. It was lubricant leaking out of her slit like sap oozing from a tree.

There was nothing coming down the highway. The wind kicked up, bending the elephant grass along the drainage canals at the side of the road. A harvest moon cast a glimmer of light. The coun­try was peaceful. Mary could just hear the blue jays whooping it up in the oak tree at the side of the driveway. Terror held her in a powerful grip. Her knees knocked together.

Mother is up. I know she is. And she's calling the police right this minute!

Down the road she saw two faint dots of light streaming from headlights. She knew it was a truck. The headlights were too high for a passenger car.

I'm getting on that truck, she told herself. I don't care if he runs me over. I'm going to stop him! The blood pounded in her temples, blurring her vision. The truck came closer and closer. There was no hesitation on Mary's part. She stood at the shoulder, waving her bag, getting the driver's at­tention. Her dress blew up again, exposing her wet panties. This time she didn't fluff the hem down. She let her dress blow free. No man could resist such a sight. A lone female hitchhiking at night with her dress flying about? Mary realized what happened to young girls who hitchhiked alone. She could be raped. A terrifying thought, but she accepted the possibility.

If she was raped she would not fight. Waving her arm, she felt secure with this knowledge. The truck was slowing down. It was a huge machine with an enormous trailer.

On the passenger door were half a dozen li­cense plates. Mary spotted one from California. She let out a joyful whoop.

"California, Mister?" she asked, crawling up into the seat. The driver was a burly man, with two days' growth of beard covering his fleshy cheeks. He had shoulder length hair, held out of his eyes by an Indian headband.

"Just get in, lady," he said. The door shut behind her with the hissing sound a passenger bus makes. "I'm in the middle of the road and damned if I want to get run down by the fuzz."

The truck started off. She watched him work­ing the gears and felt a chill along her spine. The wind was blowing outside and, as they drove on, she looked back and thought she saw the porch light go on. She couldn't be sure. Besides, it didn't matter any more. The truck was moving briskly along the two lane highway, away from the house. Away from her mother's grasp.

Mary must have dozed off for a moment. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the truck had parked off the shoulder. The driver was next to her, his hands stroking her thigh.

"Sweetie," he whispered. "You're just beauti­ful."

Mary cringed away. Her hand went to the door handle immediately, but she made no motion. If it was going to happen... she thought, it was going to happen and nothing she did was going to stop it. Her body shook uncontrollably. Her blouse was open and the cool air hardened her nipples. She moved awkwardly on the seat, her butt squeaking against the leather.

"You smell ripe as a Macintosh apple," he leered. His breath smelled of cigarettes and pepper­mint Lifesavers and he was sucking air in hard, panting like a dog in heat. His hand snaked under her blouse and toyed with her nipples until she wanted to scream. Her legs opened just enough for him to fish through her thighs and massage her furry cunt pelt.

"Damn, you are ripe as they come," he giggled.

It was not the way one talked to a woman. Fred Newman realized that and he felt guilty if only for a moment. His family may have been poor, but they were closely knit. No one blamed Newman for lacking manners.

But this girl was something else. She was blonde and fair skinned and her blue eyes twinkled like stars. She had small breasts, but they were firm, fleshy mounds with hard nipples that jutted out like pencil erasers. He had never met a woman like Mary before.

As his hand started moving up and down her thighs, she didn't try to stop him. That infuriated him at first. Maybe she's a hooker, he thought. But then he found her slot, all nice and wet. His finger went between her cunt folds, jerking in and out like a berserk billy club, drawing away from her firm, juicy twat only to ram back in.

This girl was no hooker. Damn, she was a nice piece of tail to be out on the road looking for a man. Fred didn't understand the young girls these days. He was only twenty five himself, but he felt like an old man next to the youngsters growing up these days. They did anything for a thrill. It was amazing. Girls would fuck and lick and suck damn near anybody just for the pure joy of having tried something new. His father would have been disgusted, but Fred wasn't.

He turned on like an electric train. His cock was so hard he was afraid sperm would shoot out the end before he could jam the wedge shaped head into Mary's slippery cunt. His hand was wet from her juice. Her little cunt was tight as a but­ton. She squirmed like an eel against his wiggling fingers. She was hot real hot. The smell of her cunt filled the truck cab. It hung like a thick cloud and the heat of their twisting, thrusting bodies made them both sweaty.

Mary was excited. She didn't know what was happening to her, but it was absolutely tremen­dous, whatever it was. Her crotch rose and fell and she cried, "Yes! Oh, yes, yes, YES!"

She was going to explode like a firecracker. The feeling of a man's finger in her cunt filled her body with so much pleasure that Mary won­dered how long she could stand it. She wiggled on the seat, clutching for his cock. Her hand was shaking when she found the cylinder of prick. Fred's cock was long enough, but he was so amaz­ingly thick her fingers could barely get around the outside. He was so big it took her breath away. Her cunny was soaked and leaking juice at a wild pace, but feeling his cock made her crotch even hotter.

He'll rip me in two! His cock is so big! That dildo was big, but nothing like this cock. He's built like a fireplug!

"Come here!" Fred ordered. Her fingers were jerking his foreskin and he hated to make her stop, but he wanted to fuck. He had to fuck, and it had to be soon!

"Spread your legs!" he snapped.

She did. Fred nearly climaxed when he pushed her dress up across her chest and saw her gleaming cunt. The smell was fantastic. It made his mouth water. The sight of her swollen cunt lips, pushed back, exposing the pink flesh underneath, made his cock ache.

Fred pulled her thighs. She was loose, excited and willing. Something seemed to seize her whole body. Rockets exploded in her nerves. Mary tugged on his cock like a subway strap. The torpedo shaped dick came closer and closer.

The girl gasped. She twisted on the seat, her thighs spread flat and her buttocks hunched up forming a nice mound. Fred said nothing. He pushed the head of his cock into the mound and began to penetrate.

"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed.

Fred didn't stop pushing his pecker into her fast opening cunt hole. She was screaming under­neath him and he could smell her breath as she panted in his face.

"Hurrrrry!" Mary moaned.

Sweat poured from Fred's face. He folded his hands behind Mary's wiggling butt and pulled her cunt sleeve up, using her rump cheeks as handles. His legs trembled as his prick found her softness. He was feeling her sucking cunt warmth all around his inflamed fuck wand and nothing could make him stop, absolutely nothing!

Staring down at her face, he said, "Fuck, baby. Fuck with that nice, wonderful cunt!"

Fred dropped her butt and followed her crotch to the vinyl seat. His cock rammed into her soft channel, driving deep into her sex hole. Her lis­some body arched up to grab his cock securely. Her nipples were thick and fat and inviting. Fred buried his head into her breasts, his mouth finding the pulsating ends as his tongue came down hard, licking wildly.

Mary screamed!

His cock stuck in her belly like a fire hydrant. Her little virgin hole was being fucked by an ani­mal. His mouth sent jolts of pleasure to the ends of her tits. His hard dick and wet mouth made her nerves explode like firecrackers. Her hole was hot and moist. It fit around his pecker like a glove a wet, sticky glove! Each twitch of his cock sent new spasms of pleasure roaring through her cunt.

Her skinny body came alive. Despite his over­whelming weight advantage, Mary lifted her hips off the seat and took him with her! She was pos­sessed with inhuman strength. Fred groveled on her body, sucking her tits and fucking her cunt. His balls swung between her thighs, banging against her flesh with every thrust of his pumping hips.

Her pussy shrunk down. It grew tighter and tighter until her vagina was raw from fucking. Mary knew nothing about fucking, except that it felt so goddamn good she didn't want it to stop.

Not ever!

"Oh, oh, I feel funny," Mary gasped. Her vagina was all wrinkled up like a raisin. His cock was still going lickety split up her twat and she didn't know what to think, and then she shrieked out her wild climax and her cunny gripped the thrusting pecker and held him so tight he couldn't move.

"Yaaaaa!!" Fred yelled. His pecker grew big­ger and bigger and finally exploded in her cunt, showering the drawn walls with thick, hot sperm.

His come burned a trail through her belly. It felt like a hot poker being shoved into her slot, but there was no pain, none at all, just wonderful pleasure as her pussy soaked up his juice like a sponge.

She collapsed on the seat and pumped her thighs. Her cunt was all liquid fire and that was fine.

That was fucking fantastic!