Chapter 8

It took five days to get to California, and by that time Fred and Mary were good friends. She was loose and carefree with him, behavior which was unusual for Mary. At home she was so prim and proper. Fred was a nice guy, and after a shave and shower at one of the truck stops, he looked handsome, in a rugged sort of way.

The Southwest was hotter than she had ex­pected. The truck had no air conditioning, and after a little prodding, she decided to take her clothes off and ride naked.

"How do you feel?" Fred asked.

She was covered with a thin layer of sweat and the seat was wet from her flesh. A truck roared by and the driver, spotting Mary bouncing up and down, gave a blast of his air horn.

"I feel wonderful," Mary said.

Indeed, she had no idea running away from home could be so nice. The girls' school had bred a lifestyle so rigid into her that it seemed suffocating.

Fred's way of life was totally different. He was the salt of the earth, a truck driver who was happy driving back and forth across the country.

The only part she didn't like was the loneli­ness. How he could put up driving alone for days and even weeks at a time she didn't know. Mary could never do it. She needed people around her.

The trip came to an abrupt end just after they climbed into the mountains on the way into San Diego.

"I'm going to leave you here," Fred said. She asked why.

"Cops will bust my ass if I'm caught with an underage girl," he said. He didn't want to let Mary go, but he had to. He'd go to jail for sure if the state cops found jailbait cunt sitting in his truck. Besides, it was against the insurance regs for an unauthorized passenger to drive with him.

"I understand," she said.

"Now use that sleeping bag I bought you," he instructed.

Mary started to tremble. He had bought her blue jeans and several blouses and the sleeping bag. She didn't mind that he was married and had five kids waiting for him back in Missouri. He was still all right with her.

He left Mary in a place called Jacumba, a small, dusty town in the high desert. It was hardly big enough to call a town. Just a few blocks of small shops, most crumbling and in need of repair. Jacumba had been a resort town during the first decades of the century, catering to the farmers who lived in the Imperial Valley. Underground sulphur springs brought in arthritis sufferers and made Jacumba a well known place.

As Mary walked down the main street, the dusty town came alive. A three story hotel, built when the main highway ran through the town, stood out like a desolate monument. The hotel was boarded up, except for a few rooms on the first floor. The new freeway took travelers else­where. Jacumba was a ghost town. She wondered how the hell she was ever going to get a ride to San Diego.

A big green car with a flashing light came sliding to a halt.

"Hitchhiking is illegal," said a heavyset man, emerging from the driver's seat. He whipped out a ticket book and demanded to see her driver's li­cense.

"I don't drive," she said.

"Then let me see some ID," ordered the cop, "or I'll lock you up."

She presented a school identification card which the cop hurriedly copied down. He tore a ticket from his book and handed it to her.

"Don't get caught hitchhiking again," he said. "And get a state license or in the jug you go!"

Ha! Welcome to California, Mary thought as the beefy cop strutted back to his green car. The truck driver had bought her clothes and the sleep­ing bag, but she had very little money. Not enough, anyway, for a bus ticket into San Diego. She watched the sheriff as he stomped on the accelerator. The car disappeared in a swirling cloud of dust and a roar of screeching tires.

Now what, she thought, hefting the sleeping bag. She trembled as she watched the car. The last place in the world she wanted to land was in jail.

Just then a white Cadillac made a U turn in the main street and pulled up next to Mary. She bent down, but couldn't see the driver through the tinted window.

Not that it mattered. It was a ride out of town, and that was the only thing important to Mary. She had to get away from this city. Maybe this guy could give her a lift into San Diego... at least to a gas station.

Her heart was pounding as she sat down in the front seat. Mary was in a tight spot. She needed the ride desperately. The deputy was bound to be coming back and he would be watching for her. Well, I'll do anything I have to, thought Mary. Besides, after Fred, and those wonderful hours spent in the cab of his truck, she wasn't opposed to hitching rides in exchange for small favors.

Ned Rider couldn't believe his luck. He had dropped a girl off in El Centro and now he had this beautiful doll on the way back. His cock was hard in anticipation. When the hitchhiker jumped in, he was surprised at how tall and how young she looked. It was his lucky day, all right.

"I saw the cop," he said.

"He told me not to hitchhike," Mary answered. "Where to?"

"San Diego."

Ned grinned. He was horny already. It was too far to drive all the way to San Diego when he could just pull off the road and have a few thrills. He knew it was wrong. The girl was probably under­age, and his ass was in a sling if the sheriff caught him. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes off the girl's slim hipped figure. She wore no bra and her nip­ples jutted out nicely under the cowboy shirt. The girl looked young enough to be his daughter, and his daughter was a real piece!

Five miles out of town, he found a crossroad and took it.

"Hey, where are you going?" said Mary.

"Baby, just start undoing your pants," said Ned. "Don't matter where we're headed."

He fully expected the girl to start screaming or lunge at the steering wheel. The doors locked electrically by a small button underneath the steering column. He wasn't afraid of her jumping out the door.

But he wasn't prepared for what came next. She started unbuttoning her shirt and before he could brake the big car to a halt, she was half stripped and had her tits jiggling before his start­led eyes.

She was young, he thought, staring at her breasts. She wasn't even halfway developed. Ned's daughter was seventeen and she looked a hell of a lot older than this gal. What was he doing? This girl was too goddamn young. He felt dazed by the impact of his own actions. He tried to stop Mary from taking her clothes off, but he couldn't get the words out. He watched helplessly as Mary un­zipped her blue jeans and pulled them off.

"Beautiful," he croaked. And she was. In a moment of weakness, he grabbed her thighs and drove his face into her crotch.

Immediately, Mary went for his cock. She felt his lips sucking on the crotch hair, pressed down by the sheer panties she wore. His lips groped on her cunt as he pulled off her panties. Mary was scared, though she was good at hiding her fears. Still, when his tongue started playing with her clitoris, Mary forgot herself. She reached for the small tent rising from his crotch and gripped it tightly.

Ned groaned. "Ohhhh," he said, lifting his face.

She was fooling around with the fly catch, trying to unzip his trousers and pull his cock free before he stripped her naked and started eating her cunt. She was finished if his wet tongue touch­ed her naked skin. She finally found the metal tag and in one motion unzipped his fly. Ned's cock jumped free of his pants and up at her face. She grabbed hold of his prick and put her mouth over the bullet shaped head.

"Yaaaaaa!!" he gasped. He raised his face from her crotch and then jammed a finger into the girl's weeping slit. The labia folded back like the covers of a well worn book and his finger found the soft wetness of her hole.

Oh, that was fine pussy, he thought. There was a frantic movement of hips brought on by the sud­den penetration of her cunt and Mary suddenly came unglued.

"Aaaahhh!" she gasped. 'That feels so good!"

She clutched his throbbing cock. It stuck straight up in the air. It was enormously long and straight. Mary could hold him with two fists and still the wedge shaped head would stick out of her top hand. He was not built stout and fat like Fred, but the enormous length made her tremble inside.

Mary didn't want to wait another second. "Hurry!" she said, moving her hips off the seat so her crotch was forced down to his double fist sized cock. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt! Fuck me NOW!"

Ned was not nearly as hot as Mary was for fucking. He loved eating choice poontang. He had a thing about cunt lapping. It was one pleasure that turned him on fast as hell. He loved eating cunt more than the girls did, so he was reluctant to plunge into Mary's hole until she arched her hips up so her butt hole was staring him in the face.

Her anus was like a red eye looking back at him. He wiggled across the few inches that sep­arated their bodies and rose up between her thighs and let Mary's hands guide his dick toward her slot.

Man, you'll really be in deep shit if you don't get some self control.

At the last moment, he pulled from her cunt and pushed his dick against her pink sphincter. Surprisingly, she didn't resist him at first. He felt the raisin hole muscle open for the head of his cock and he was in almost up to the crown of his circumcised flesh before she slammed her legs shut.

"Sorry," he gasped.

Desperately he steadied her twisting hips while maneuvering his dick up to her cunt. There was no denying the girl's cunt was wet and in­viting. He loved the soft, slippery warmth of a woman's hole. It was a hangup he had with a young girl's asshole. He knew it was wrong. He had felt this desire since he had pulled down his daughter's pants and whacked the hell out of her butt for stealing.

His daughter's creamy white butt had been almost too much for him. He got a hard on beat­ing her butt, of which he was terribly ashamed. Then he had thought of going one step further. It shocked him that his mind was capable of con­ceiving of such horror, but there was no denying his desire. Every time he saw a young girl he was reminded of his daughter spread over the bed and he felt terrible. Her buttocks had gleamed like a freshly polished jewel, so soft and inviting. She flexed her buns and he saw the nice dark ravine and his whole body shook because he wanted to be in there. Inside her butt with his cock!

He turned his thoughts away from his daughter and concentrated on the young girl writhing under his thrusting prick. His hard shaft was stuck tightly inside, like a sword stuck inside a scabbard.

It was sensational. Her cunt radiated heat to his throbbing cock. Boy, it was nice the way she bounced her darling rump up and down against the seat so her cunt worked his dick like a sopping wet mouth would suck a lolly pop!

He groaned, moving his hips, wishing his dick would come quick so he could get away. His balls hurt like hell. They were full of sperm and all set to unload, and yet he couldn't get his mind off her asshole.

Even hearing Mary scream didn't help. She was yelling up a storm, begging him to come. His head began to spin. He felt a stab of pain in his gut, like he was going to be sick. He coaxed his dick into Mary's squishing hole.

Suddenly she couldn't stand the intense fuck­ing any more and her cunt crashed down hard around his fuck pole. "Aaaaaiiieeee!" she gasped. Her cunt was hot as a furnace. Her belly muscles drew up tight and her cunt began to flutter and her hips came up off the seat in a single movement. Why didn't he come? She felt her nerve endings tense, then crackle like an electric current had passed through them. The air rushed out of her lungs. She screamed, humping, jerking her hips for his come.

But Ned was too excited. He said to hell with Mary's cunt and jerked his fuckbone free and buried the bulging head against the raw, red hole of her butt.

He pushed in about an inch, but she went hard against his prick and his strength was gone. Sud­denly his sperm splashed into her butt, coating her tender thighs. His juice was draining out of him and into Mary's ravine. She clamped his penis with her buns, milking his spurting wand with her buttocks.

"Ohhhh!" he gasped. The thrill was sensa­tional. It wasn't his daughter, but it could have been. Mary was a nice looking bitch, anyway.

"Whaaaaa!" Mary roared. She felt his hot soup all over her butt. She opened her eyes. His cock had popped from her fuck hole and was now spurting jizz all over her asshole.

Her cunt was exhausted, but she was mesmer­ized by Ned's fat prick. He was gripping the rounded end like a miniature fire house. Working his tube back and forth, Ned sprayed juice all over her butt cheeks. Mary thought it was horrible, but every movement of her ass only gave him a better target to shoot at.. Besides, she was too tired from her climax to resist. His hot come felt good splashing against her rump. It was strange but it didn't feel bad at all.

Ned was mesmerized by her buttocks. Only after his sperm stream dribbled down to a trickle and his cock started to collapse did he come out of his trance. He looked at his sperm. It covered her butt and some had splashed in her ravine. Suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach.

"Get out," he shouted. Unlocking the master switch, he pushed her onto the road. Oh, God he had really gone over the edge this time! He slam­med the door and threw the car into gear. Mary was pounding on the door, but he wasn't listening. The car roared off, shooting a roostertail of dirt in Mary's face.

She watched helplessly as the car raced down the road. She fell to the ground and started to cry.

The bastard had her clothes and her sleeping bag.