Chapter 5
Big Dick rolled into a diner and said to her, "Go get yourself some food while I get this rig tanked up." He tossed her a five dollar bill. "And get a thermos of coffee while you're at it. The bennies I dropped down the road are starting to wear off. I gotta pop a few more. With the coffee, I can make the state line before sunset." Summer took the money without comment. She grabbed her pack and trudged into the diner. Just as the door was closing, she turned and saw Big Dick pulling out. He'd left her.
She shrugged it off. It was just as well. She hadn't wanted to stay with him much longer. She could see he was getting randy looking at her. There just wasn't much more she wanted to do with him sexually. The thought of sucking that black cock didn't exactly turn her on. She figured he would have delighted in face fucking her.
There was no way in hell she could have swallowed all nine and a half inches of his prick.
Better to take the five bucks he gave her and put some food into her belly. It'd been a long time since she'd eaten.
The aroma from the diner wasn't particularly appetizing, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She'd eat whatever they put out and like it. She was that hungry.
She dumped her pack beside the counter and sat on one of the small stools. It had part of the stuffing coming out of it. The rest of the place was as elegantly decorated. It was all early orange crate decor.
And the people inside fit the decor perfectly. A few truckers were seated in the back of the room under a sign saying "Truckers Only" and the other patrons in the cafe were apparently locals.
"What can I get for you?" the waitress asked.
Summer looked at the menu, scraped away a ketchup stain, then said, "Number three looks edible. And a glass of milk." The waitress shrugged as if the teenager had made a bad choice and walked off, chewing viciously at her gum. Summer sat, playing with her fork and knife until she heard a voice say, "Hey, Madge, I'll pick up the bill for the kid." "The hell you say, Fred." "No back talk." Turning to Summer, the man said, "Mind if I sit down with you?" "Why not? You just bought my breakfast for me." She looked the blond, crew-cut man over. He wasn't bad-looking. She asked, "Why'd you shell out the money for my food?" "You look like you can use the help. I've been down. I know what it's like. So, since a guy helped me out once, I figure I'll do what I can to help others. When you get on top of the heap, do the same." "Son of a welfare thing?" "Mutual protection is more like it. People on the road got to do that or we'd get stomped an all the time. And maybe die of starvation, to boot. Hell, I remember being so hungry I could've eaten my own boots, if I'd had any." Summer laughed. She liked his easy going attitude. "The waitress called you Fred. That your name or a handle?" "My name. You have to be into CB to ask something like that. Nobody gets stuck with Fred unless it's given to him at birth." "It could se worse. A girl could have the name Fred given to her at birth." Fred smiled. "Right, though I did know a chick named Freddie. I guess her real name was Fredericka or something like that. Said she was named after a queen. Not that kind of queen," he hastily added.
"I know what you mean. That your partner over there?" Summer pointed to a dark-haired guy sitting in a booth.
"Yet. That's Burt. Me and him, we been on the mad for too long. We're starting to think alike. And when two guys do that, we're at each other's throats all the time." "Where you heading?" The food was placed in front of Summer. She realized she had made a mistake in what she'd ordered. But since Fred way paying far it, she couldn't be too fussy. Free was free.
"We all take our chances these days. You willing to take a chance? I'm willing to take one with you guys. I like your looks." "Then finish up your rood, if you can call that swill food. We're ready to roll." Yelling at his partner, Fred said, "Get your ass in gear. We're splitting in ten." "Gotcha," said Burt. He stood and left. Summer heard the muted roar of a diesel engine from outside. Burt was warming the rig up to running temperature.
"Let's go. You get too much of that slop in your gut and you'll pop. It's bad news." Summer shrugged. As she left, she wondered how much she'd have to do to catch her ride all the way to Chicago. Chicago was such a romantic town in her mind. The Great Lakes and all the fancy building and the sprawl of a big metropolis. Chicago was a damned sight better place to end up than Boston. She was suit of that.
She climbed into the rig. Burt said, "Into the coffin box." When she heaved her pack into the small bunk and followed it, he muttered, "She's sure been around. She knows the lingo." "Yeah. Pull over when you find a nice place. Let's you and me collect on our investment." Burt smiled but said nothing. Summer knew exactly what Fred was talking about. They wanted to fuck her. She wondered if they'd take turns until they were tired out, or if one of them would fuck her while the other watched.
She was wrong on both counts. Fred and Burt were a team. And like a team, they did everything together.
"This is a good spot, Burt" Fred told his partner as they passed by a junkyard. He pulled the big rig over with the ease of a veteran trucker.
"Okay, get those duds off. Burt and me want to see how you look naked." Summer began to strip. She did it slowly, tantalizingly. She figured if she could get them worked up enough, they might not take too long in getting their rocks off. And the quicker they shot their wad, the sooner they would be back on the road, satisfied with their deal.
Her blouse came off first. She undid it one button at a time. She licked her lips, running her coral-tipped tongue around her lips and letting her eyelids half close. It was obvious she was giving them the full treatment.
She coyly pulled the blouse open to reveal her twin mounds of tit flesh. She heard Burt gasp in amazement, "Damn, what a set a chabombas!" As if she never heard him, she kept up her slow strip.
She pulled her shoulders back to make her boobs stick out even more. The ruddy plains were crested with the bright red of her nipples. She was finding that the strip tease was getting her hot doing it. Smiling, letting her tongue slowly circle her ruby lips, she continued her undressing in the small compartment.
"God, those jugs!" Fred exclaimed. As he reached out, she swatted his hand and shook her head. She didn't want him feeling up the merchandise yet. She wanted him rock-hard and ready to fuck a hole in the ground.
Wiggling her hips, she began working out of her jeans. Since she couldn't stand up, this was less sexy. But the effect on the two men was obvious. Burt was rubbing his crotch. Fred was beginning to show every sign of already having a painful hard-on.
"How do you guys like what you see so far?" she said in a throaty voice.
"I like, I like!" Fred exclaimed. He began stripping off his own jeans. Burt had already begun the task and was about out of his.
Clad only in lime green panties, Summer stretched like a jungle cat. Her body seemed to glow in the morning light. It had a clear, clean look to it. She could have been a fashion model.
"Outside," said Burt. "I'm too goddamn horny to wait for sloppy seconds like I did last time." "Both of us at once?" Fred inquired. His eyes never left that naked teenager in the back of the truck.
"Yeah." "Okay, chick. Out." "Here?" she asked. Looking out the window, all she could see was a junkyard.
"Yeah, here. And get those panties off. We wanna look at your bush. I wanna see what it looks like." Summer wormed free of her panties and stuffed them in the top of her pack. She had bad vibes about what was going to happen. She wasn't going to get stranded here without her pack. As she climbed out of the cab, she tossed her pack with her clothing in it behind a wrecked Ford. Neither of the men took any notice. They were too busy stripping for action. Shirts off, too, they turned to her and said, "Get your little ass over here. I'm going to take you up your gooey little cunt. Burt, there, he's got a thing for ass fucking." "Now wait," Summer said, backing away, "I don't mind it up the cunt but not up my rear! I-" Burt streaked across the gap between them, turned her around and had thrust his prick between the meaty slabs of her ass before she could say anymore.
Fred came over, his cock bouncing up and down as he moved. He held it in a callused hand. "And this goes up the front slot. And a hot slot I'll bet it is, too." "Shut up with your gab and get it on, Fred," Burt told his partner.
Summer shuddered at the feel of Burt's cock nudging into her anus. She was still torn and raw from the monster Big Dick. Even though Burt wasn't anywhere near as huge as the black trucker, he was still pretty big. She didn't want that prong diving into her rectum any more. She would surely bleed like a stuck pig if he began fucking her with any power or skill at all.
She gasped as Fred stuffed his fuck stick up her cunt. The sudden invasion took her mind off what Burt was doing behind her. The filled-to overflowing feeling was a good one. She felt her cunt growing damp at the anticipation of getting fucked by Fred. His cock was enough to fill her up with ripping her apart all the way to her chin.
"Ready for it, kiddo?" Burt asked. He didn't wait for an answer. His hips shot forward and his prick sailed up her rear passage. They both gasped in unison. Burt groaned, "Damn but you're a hot one! Feels like I got a cock in a blast furnace!" Summer wasn't able to say a single coherent word. Her body was being assaulted with the odd combination of pleasure and pain once more. Her ass hurt her terribly. Her entire ass was on fire. It was as if she'd sat down in a puddle of molten lava.
For all the pain assailing her from behind, there was nothing but joy in her cunt. She was freely lubricating Fred's prick now. The man was slowly, methodically, fucking her. The passage of his dong generated just enough friction to warm her erotically. Her need for sex was being fulfilled by the man in front of her.
She pressed her tits firmly against his body. She could feel her tits mashing down against his hairy chest. Their baffles worked together. Hanging on to his shoulder, she knew every time he reached full penetration in her twat.
It was so pleasant she could forget momentarily about the pain in her ass. Fred used a rotating motion to enter her that made sure each part of her cunt received the full attention of his turgid prick. Her pussy lips compressed and closed around his driving cock.
She began to work her sex lips around the huge bludgeon of dang going in and out of her carnal passageway. She loved the feel of her rigid pussy lips on the sides of his shaft. The way it sent tremors of joy into her body made up for the pain Burt was inflicting on her rectum.
"Let's do it right," said Fred. "All together now, one, two, three!" On the count, they both rammed full bore into her. She screamed her pain and joy. The conflicting emotions became confined in her body. The ecstasy of Fred's cock driving into her cunt, the wonderful way his pubic hair stimulated her clit, the way her tits rubbed against his hairy chest, all these gave her the ultimate in human enjoyment.
The pain of Bun's cock driving through her tightly clenched ring of anal muscle was almost too much to bear. She sagged weakly against Fred. Burt said, "Again. Let's GO!" They surged upward into her body again. She felt both their cocks deep in her guts.
When the two cocks collided, she felt it through her thin inner membrane. They drove straight upwards for her neck. She was positive that the two pistoning pricks would tear her throat out. The intensity of feeling in her body made her weak in the knees, her insides feel like a plate of jello.
"Hey, I can feel your cock rubbing against mine. That's really something, ain't it, Fred?" "Yeah. Now shut up and fuck!" They did. Their cocks began a steady, rhythmic in-out motion that alternately drove Summer mad with desire and insane with the agony of her situation. She was being fucked by two men at the same time. Her abused asshole was being reamed out again. The torture of that was enough to cause her to pass out.
But she couldn't. Not while the ecstasy of having her cunt fucked kept her nerves alive and jangling with pleasure. Her brain was filled with good sensations, but her ass hurt badly.
The emotions mixed in her belly. She tried to sort them out. It wasn't possible. She had to endure having her tender ass ripped apart again if she was to enjoy the way Fred was fucking her cunt.
"Please, ohhhh, aiieeee!" The assault on her body was too much to bear. She was overwhelmed by the force of Fred's fucking. She felt his cock begin to expand with lust for her. The cockhead buried all the way up her twat had enlarged. She knew that meant he was only seconds away from his orgasm.
That thought added fuel to the fire of her own lust.
He stoked back and forth with the timing of a metronome. He didn't miss a beat. He was a love machine fucking her. Through lust-glazed eyes, she managed to get a look at his face.
It was a mask of sheer, undiluted delight.
She wished she could have seen Bun's. The way his cock was driving deeply into her anal passage, she thought he must be getting off on his Greeking in a big way. Her tissues were too damaged for her to be able to sense the condition of his prick.
She thought it must be growing in lust, too. The head seemed larger now than when he'd started butt fucking her. It might have been her imagination, though. Not being able to see what was going on made her mind fill in all the blanks.
She would always imagine more happening than actually was occurring One thing she could be sure of, she dug Fred's cock screwing her in the cunt a lot more than Burt's digging into her ass.
The way Fred was fucking, she knew he'd already lost control of his hips. They quivered and shook as they pistoned upward. She could feel the jerking of his dick as it buried itself balls deep in her body. The wet slapping of his balls against her cunt-mound added to her stimulation. She was pushed further up the slope to orgasm.
The man had never found so tight and hot a cunt in all his life. Even the one virgin whose cherry he'd popped hadn't been this tight. In comparison, she was as big as a sewer pipe. He wanted to get the maximum out of the screwing. He let his hips do as they would. All he wanted was the delicious feeling of fucking into the tight blast furnace of the girl's twat. He felt his balls begin to compress. They were loaded with a heavy load of cum. The pearly jizz was like ignited napalm in his sac. It demanded release.
There was only one thing he could do. As he fucked past the velvety cuntal walls and felt their ripply massage of his prick, he let loose with the fierce tide of his passion. His prod blasted out all the trapped jism. Spurt after spurt whitewashed the girl's cunt. His juices and hers mixed until her cunt was completely filled.
Limp and deflated, Fred's cock dribbled put of the manhole. He watched a thin trickle of the mixture go down the inside of the girl's leg. It was almost enough to make him hard again, watching that outpouring of pearly cum.
But not enough. It would be quite a while before he could get it up again. She'd taken quite a toll on his body. He was completely drained of strength and jizz.
Burt kept tap his ass fucking until he couldn't stand the strain on his body any longer. He noticed that his prick was coming out bloody. It didn't bother him. He'd been a biker for a while. He'd fucked the gang's momma's while they were in the middle of their period. A little blood even turned him on.
He fucked harder.
Summer was moaning wildly now. He didn't even notice. The sound of his own blood pounding in his ears was all that mattered. His cock was a living thing, alive and fucking. He kept it in motion until his wad exploded into her bowels. He creamed and jetted and blasted until his balls were drained of their load.
They pushed the naked, well-fucked girl down to the ground. She looked up at them, pleading.
Fred was the first to speak. "Get into the rig, Burt.
"Damn it! You just can't leave me out here." "Why the fuck not? I bought your breakfast, didn't I?" Without another word, he turned and climbed into the truck. Burt was already dressed.
Summer watched them drive off, leaving her naked and angry and hurting like hell in the middle of a junkyard.
CHAPTER SIX Summer was furious. Most of all she was hurt. She felt the continual trickle of blood from her ripped apart ass. She cringed every time she felt her tender behind. Big Dick and then Burt had done a hell of a job on her.
Fred she didn't mind. But the least the bastard could have done was take her up to the state line, Then dump her.
She was glad she had learned enough to expect something like this. She painfully dressed. Taking a tampon, she crammed that up her rear end. It was the best she could do to stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure how long that would work-or if it would at all-but there wasn't a first aid kit in miles. Besides, she wasn't sure a first aid kit would help a lot with a mutilated asshole.
After she had dressed, she took out the CB radio and looked at it. She figured it had come close to getting her killed, but on the other hand, she didn't know exactly where she was. It wouldn't hurt to see if it couldn't help her out of this jam.
She looked around until she found an old wreck that still had its battery in it. Summer didn't have much hopes for it to work. Batteries were the first thing to go in a junkyard.
She was pleasantly surprised. Enough juice had built up in the battery to let her put out a weak call. She spoke slowly and plainly into the mike, "I'm desperately in need of a ride. Is there anyone out there who would be able to give me a ride? She added that last because she'd heard Rock Hudson say it in a war movie.
Summer kept calling for twenty minutes. The power meter continually crept lower and lower as the charge in the battery trickled. When the teenager was about to give up hope, an answer crackled trough the static.
".... . 67 receiving your message. Can you give us your. . ." and the signal faded again.
Summer continued to broadcast her location as best she knew it. Finally, she received, ... . think we know where. Be there in a few... and the signal died.
She hoped whoever was answering meant a few minutes rather than hours. Summer hopped up on top of a wreck and waited. In less than den minutes, a station wagon came along. A man and a woman were in it The CB antenna bounced around where it was fastened to the roof of the car.
She was happy to see someone besides truckers answering her CB call. Maybe this time would be different. Hell, it would have to be. This was obviously a middle class couple, sedate and well-off. They would be glad to take her along to wherever she wanted.
Summer was certain of it.
"Hey, you the girl that called for a ride?" the man yelled.
"Sure am. Can you give me a lift?" "Where to, dear?", asked the woman. They were a couple in their middle thirties. Summer liked them a lot. They looked so staid and plain and commonplace after the, rough and tumble men she'd been fucked by recently.
"Anywhere. I.. . I got lost. I was on my way to Chicago. Hitchhiking to meet my parents there," she lied. "I-promise you won't tell-I lost the bus fare my mom had sent. I've got to be there by the middle of next week. Can I get a ride from you? If you're heading in that direction?" She knew they probably were. They had Illinois plates on their station wagon.
"No problem that I can see, is there, Sara?" The woman shook her head. "Climb on into the back. Just toss your knapsack on top of the junk in back. Be careful not to get any of the canvas out of place, though. We're moving some, uh, stuff up from California. It wouldn't do to have any of it.. . scratched." The way he said it made Summer realize that whatever was under the canvas wasn't scratchable. But right now, she didn't care. All that mattered to her was getting on the road.
She lowered her butt to the seat with a hesitant motion. Gingerly putting her weight down, she sighed. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it might be. It would be bearable if they didn't insist on driving all the way through to Illinois.
"That's a rotten thing to do, trying to hitch all the way up to Chicago. Why didn't you just telephone your folks and ask for more money? it's no crime to lose bread these days. Damn easy, in fact." "Larry!" snapped Sara. "Watch your language in. front of her. Sorry, dear. But why didn't you telephone your parents?" "They don't have the money," Summer lied.. this was going to be a piece of cake, she thought. Sara didn't want Larry swearing in front of her.
Summer wondered how shocked they would be if she told them in complete and graphic detail all that had happened to her from early yesterday. For a moment, the thought stunned her. Had it only been a day she'd been gone? Last night she and Bill had gotten it on, then the murder and rape. Then Big Dick and his buggering ways. Just a while back, there was Fred and his back door mail, Burt. It had been less than twenty-four hours.
She could hardly believe it.
"Well, anyway, you can come along with us as far as we're going. Do you have any money at all? We're going to be stopping for the night about two hundred miles on other side of Meridian." "I've got five dollars. That's all." "Oh, Larry, she can share the room with us!" Sara seemed excited at the prospect. Summer thought it must have been a frustrated mother complex coming to the surface. San probably had half a dozen poodles at home. And no kids.
"If you want.. . it, didn't catch your name. Summer? A pretty name. If that's okay with you, Summer, you can crash with us tonight." "Groovy!" Summer sat back and enjoyed the first of the day. The countryside melted away as they raced across the country. They passed over one state line, and approached another. She was feeling fired and content when Larry pulled into a motel.
"Time to quit for the day. I'm just getting to the point where I'm tired." He went in and registered. Summer wondered how he accounted for her. He probably told the room clerk that she was his daughter. It didn't really matter. She could sleep on a floor, and it would be fine.
Larry came back and drove to an isolated bungalow. He said, "This was all they had left. Sort of isolated but no one's going to hear any noise we might make." Summer thought that was an odd way of putting it but didn't care. All she wanted to do was crash.
She thought it was odd when all the luggage Larry dragged out of the station was a singe suitcase. Of all their stuff, she would have thought Sara would have wanted more.
Inside the room, Larry locked and bolted the door. He said, "Damn, but I'm getting jumpy. Every cop on the road was staring at us, I swear!" "Because of me?" Summer said guiltily.
"Huh? You? Don't be dense, kid. We've got a hundred and fifty keys of grass in the back end of that station wagon. When we breeze into Evanston, we'll be rich!" "You're smuggling dope?" "Damn straight," said Larry.
"Or not so straight," chuckled Sara. She pulled a joint out of her purse and toked up. The strong fumes made Summer cough. She'd never gotten into the drug scene in school, although most of her friends had. It just didn't suit her to lose control like she did after doing a couple numbers.
"Here, Summer, take a drag. You look like you could use it." Summer was afraid not to. She didn't dare get Sara and Larry mad at her. They might dump her.
And she had a free ticket all the way to Illinois. She almost choked on the strong dope.
Sara laughed. "That's the best grass I've ever come across. The dealer down in Tijuana claimed it was Acapulco Gold. He was lying through his teeth, but it is good weed." In a short while, Summer felt the room begin to spin around her. She was laughing and giggling at the oddest things. But most of all, her body started to tingle all over. The pain had left her ass, and she was feeling very mellow.
Summer felt Larry's arm around her shoulder. Through the dope haze, she heard something like a reverberation chamber. It was Larry talking to her.
He said, "Let's get those clothes off you, kiddo. I'm in the mood for a little action. And Sara, over there, she wants to watch us get it on, don't you, Sara?" "Sure, Larry. I love watching you fuck another chick. It gives me a really neat feeling down deep inside. In my cunt, you know?" She giggled and took another deep drag off the joint.
Summer never felt the man's hands stripping her of her clothing. One minute, she was standing and toking on a joint. The next, the number was burned out, and she was sprawled naked on the bed.
Larry laughed. It sounded like he was miles away. She looked up and saw him standing at the foot of the bed. His cock stood out in a firm erection. As she watched, it seemed to flow back and forth. The purple head glowed with its own light. She laughed at the sight and thought it would be a real groove to have it shoved all the way up her twat.
She wondered if it would still be glowing all the way up her cunt.
Larry was in better shape than Summer. He looked at her naked body. It was everything he could do to keep from creaming all over the bed The way her jugs bounced and jiggled around made his mouth water. The tiny patch of bush between her legs was an open invitation to him. He longed to stuff his peter all the way up her cunt. He knew it would be something exciting.
"Spread'em, baby, your lover boy's got a boner!" He dropped onto the bed. The rocking motion made the girl chuckle. Her entire body tingled and felt more alive than she could ever remember it being in the past. All she knew was that she wanted to fuck.
The hands on her soft inner thighs sent tremor of delight into her groin. She felt her cunt flowing with love juice. The more she joked up, the hornier she seemed to get. The man kneeling between her legs had a prick that looked like it was ten feet long. She knew that was the effect of the dope but didn't care.
Be really kinky if he did have a dong ten feet long. He could touch people others wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole! She started to laugh. Larry's firm hands slipped under her ass. He began squeezing her ass cheeks together until she moaned. She couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain she felt. It didn't even matter. She was having a blast.
"God, what a cunt you got! I can hardly wait to stuff my dick into that snatch!" "Yeah, go on an' fuck her, Larry," slurred Sara. "I'm getting pissed waiting for your to do something. Stick it to her. Get it on! I wanna to action! Real action!" Her fingers were well up under her skirt. She had stuffed three fingers into her cunt and was plaiting with herself. All she needed was some visual stimulus to get off.
"Fuck it, I'll fuck her," he said.
Wiggling forward, he pressed his turgid cock against the gateway to her snatch. He felt the heat and liquid boiling out from inside. He gasped. This was going to be better than he'd thought it would be. His entire body tingling from the grass, he knew it was going to be really kinky.
He slammed his hips forward. His cock vanished between the girl's pink pussy lips in a quick swoop. She gasped and bucked up to meet his thrust. Summer was sent sailing on the wings of the sudden insertion. Her entire body felt like a string pulled taut, then plucked. She loved the feel of his cock inside her twat. It was exactly what she'd been wanting. It felt so damn good! "Fuck me, go on and fuck meeeee!" His voice trailed off as Larry straightened upright on the bed. The girl's weight pulled his cock down to a ninety degree angle with his groin. The pressure on his prong felt great. He loved the heat seething inside her cunt. The wetness soaked into his cock and lubricated him for the fucking to come.
When he began pulling out, her muscles clamped down tight all around his length. He moaned but kept pulling out. This was such sweet torture and he loved every second of it! He immediately fucked back into her gripping little cunt. With his prong feeling like it was an electric prod, he sensed every slight ripple in the cuntal walls. They all stimulated him. His cock burned with an inner fire. He started a slow, irregular fucking motion. He wasn't able to coordinate too well, but neither cared.
Summer was lost in the oddly distorted sexual paradise created by the dope and Larry's dong. The attempts to keep his dick inside her failed. Her cunt was just too slippery to keep his long piston of pleasure in her guts. It didn't much matter to her my more. She was more interested in letting him fuck her cross-eyed.
She felt every ridge and bulge along his length as he screwed his prick into her. She felt like what n growing fur all along her cuntal walls. And each hair was a living being. And each living hair was a sensor. She felt the huge purpled hood of his dong. As it pulled out, it was like a piston pulling against a huge vacuum in her guts.
The big blue vein on the top of his pecker pulsed and throbbed with life. She loved the jerking and bouncing of his dick inside her ultra-sensitive cunt. She'd never felt more alive than now. Having the cock burning its way back and forth along her well-greased lust channel gave her a sexual high that dope couldn't match.
He fucked her hard and long now. His prick sailed up and down her slot. There wasn't a nerve in her body that wasn't screaming pleasure at her. She loved every second of it.
The feel of his hands moving across her bottom turned her on even more. His cool hands soothed her tortured flesh. She needed more of it. But most of all, she needed his cock where it was. She needed it pushing in and out of her cunt.
When he rubbed against her cunt, he set off an orgasm. Her clit seemed to strain upward for the stimulation. The man's body dragged against it as he fucked in and out of the juicy manhole surrendering his peter.
"Ummmmm, good!" he moaned. "You're tight!" "We all are," giggled Sara. "Keep fucking. I love watching the way your prick vanishes into her pink little lips. The look on your face is something else. Lit a mask of pleasure. And hers, wow! She's getting off on your dong in .a big way. Shit, I never thought that little bitch would have enjoyed your cock this much!" Sara had urged Larry on enough for him to pick up the tempo of his fucking. He hurtled back and forth like a jackhammer now. His cock speared deep into Summer's little cunt. She was moaning and thrashing around on the bed in constant throes of ecstasy. She felt the tide of emotion rising in her body.
She came. Shrieking out "AAIIEEEEE!" wasn't enough. Before her body had fully come down from the pinnacle of the climax, she came again. And again. Like a machine gun firing its bullets, she had an entire series or orgasms.
Larry was drenched with sweat as he pumped back and forth. He fucked the girl as hard and fast as he could. The feel of her convulsing cunt walls around his prick turned him on. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
"Yeah, man, go, go!" cried Sara. Her twat was filled with four fingers now. She was getting off on watching Larry and Summer fuck and giving herself a hand-job at the same time. Masturbating while her man fucked another chick got her hot to trot every time.
Larry drove forward and ground his groin into Summer's. He felt their pubic hair mingling, tickling, intertwining. His cock felt like an overinflated balloon. It grew larger and larger. The faster he drove into the teenager's tight cunt, the holier his dong got. The hotter it got, the mere difficult a time he had holding back his aim.
Finally, there was no way he could control himself. He spewed out his jizz in a fiery flood. He whitewashed the girl's tunnel of love with his seed, then kept fucking as long as he was rigid. Due to the dope he'd done, he stayed up several minutes longer than he normally could have.
The teenager moaned and humped up to meet the powerful strokes into her twat. She took each one as deeply as possible. Her cunt was being well-fucked. The ecstasy pouring through her body was like warm honey. It was sluggish and flowed slowly. But it flowed. Soon, her entire insides were coated with joy.
Feeling the hot spike of manmeat poking into her juicy quim, she came. She shouted and writhed, impaled by the rod in her cunt. She screwed herself around the dong until she came again. The dope set off another chain reaction of orgasms in every nerve in her body. She was blasting off.
Finally, no longer feeling Larry's prick fucking her hot cunt, she came down and lay on the bed, panting. Her heart beat with a heavy throb that she'd never known before. It was a real strain fucking like this and getting off so many times in a row.
"You're a hot little bitch," said Sara, "a real hot little slut, believe me. I seen lots of them. Hell, I'm hot, myself. How about you and me getting it on while lover boy takes a break? His trusty tool is bent right now. When he gets it straightened out, we can see what'll happen." Sara staggered over to the bed and collapsed full weight on top of Summer. The girl didn't care. Her body demanded more sex. It didn't care how it got it, as long as it got something.