Chapter 6

"What the hell is so funny about it?" Jeff barked confusedly. "Dad's guys are people, too!"

Jacqui took another drag from the marijuana cigarette and handed it back to her red-faced boy friend. Then, nearly gagging on the acrid smoke as she fought to hold it down against another sudden burst of giggles, she spewed it all out, filling the car with a pungent cloud. "I-I'm sorry, Jeff," she laughed, waving her hand in front of her face to clear the cloud away. "I just never thought of gangsters going to a drive-in movie!"

Jeff winced. "Hey, knock off that gangster crap, will you? My of man runs an import company!" He took a long hit off the weed in his hand and returned it to Jacqui, who refused with a shake of her head.

"I'm okay now," she said, fighting another outburst of laughter.

Jeff stared at her profile for a long moment in the dim light of the car. Her eyes, filmed over from the drug she had been smoking, stared blankly at the Mr. Magoo cartoon flickering on the screen between features. Her hair was slightly disheveled from their recent romp in the back seat, and she rested her head lazily against the headrest.

"Are you sure that's him?" she said finally. "Yeah, that's Benny. He's the only one that drives the 'White Tornado'."

Her eyes dropped momentarily from the screen to the recent model white Oldsmobile Tornado parked immediately in front of them in the next to the last row of the drive-in theater. It was well into the wet season, and with school back in session, the midweek crowd was small. "Who's that with him?"

"Damned if I know. Could be his wife though. She's not much older than we are, I hear, so I doubt if she can get into nightclubs and stuff."

"Is she pretty?"

"Damn pretty. I seen her last night when I was leaving the office." He took another puff on the reefer. "Dad sure run me out of there in a hurry ... Told me the next time I wanted the car keys to give him a call and he'd have somebody run 'em out to the house."

She turned her face to him, the expression in her eyes a little saddened. "Jeff, you meant what you said, didn't you? ... I mean, you're really not mad about what happened Tuesday night?"

"Naw," he lied. "Why should I be? I don't own you."

"I wish you did, Jeff," she whispered, moving closer to him on the car seat.

"Aw, Jacqui. Be real! I've still got a year of high school, and Dad's got it all set for me to go to the University of Washington Law School and, hell, you're just a junior."

"You don't need a high school diploma to be a wife, Jeff," she snuggled. "And ... And I wouldn't even mind if you played around a little bit after we got married."

"You wouldn't?" he blinked incredulously. "Not as long as I get reciprocal privileges, dummy!"

He dropped his arm around her then, reaching down with his hand to squeeze her straining breast through the thin material of her cotton blouse. "You're nuts," he said. "All you ever think about is fucking."

j "Doesn't everybody?"

"Aw c'mon Jacqui. Not every-"

"Oh, Jeff, it'd be so cool! We could join one of those wife-swapping clubs and everything!"

"Why the hell get married, then?"

She twisted away from him then, turning to face him on the car seat. "That's just the point, Jeff. There's a lot more to marriage than just sex. I love you; I want to have your babies. And sex is ... well, it's just for fun!"

Jeff rolled down the window and knocked the fire from the end of the joint and placed the stub in his pocket to finish later. "You sure got a funny way of reasoning, Jacqui."

"Not me, Jeff. It's the other people that have it all wrong. Like Mikki and Ward, for instance. They've bought that crap parents have been handing out, right down to the pawn ticket." She turned to face forward again, staring unseeing at the previews of coming attractions that were flashing on the screen ahead. "Let me put it this way, Jeff - Who usually responds the way you just did with that 'Why the hell get married?' bullshit? ... The same people who call marriage sacred, right? Well, doesn't that sound a little wacky to you? I mean, 'Why the hell get married, then?' sounds like all they think marriage is for is sex!"

"I don't follow you."

"Oh, Jeff, don't be dumb! Here they are saying that marriage is sacred, that sex is dirty, but that sex is what marriage is all about! You mean to tell me that makes sense to you?"

"Well, no ... not if you put it that way."

"Right. It's either one way or the other. So, if it's sacred, then it can't be dirty; and if it's dirty, then it can't be sacred ... No matter how many words you mumble in front of a preacher!"

A small smile turned up one corner of Jeff's handsome lips. "You're nuts!" he said. "Right, but nuts!"

"Besides," she began, suddenly running her hand over the pondering rise in his blue jeans, you got harder than my algebra when I told you about Artie, didn't you? ... Come on, Jeff, admit it!"

"Hey, cut it out!" he smiled broadly, j removing her hand. "I've got to piss. You want anything from the snack bar?"

"Coke and a cock," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he opened the door. "And tell them to hold the onions!"

The second feature had already begun when Jeff returned balancing two large Cokes and a box of popcorn. Jacqui had the door open and ready for him when he arrived.

"How much have I missed?"

"That depends," Jacqui responded, taking a ', sip of her soft drink. "The movie's a bummer, but it looks like there's something interesting going on in the 'White Tornado'."

"Oh, yeah? Reckon of Benny's gettin' 'im a little?"

"Or something. I only see one head sticking up down there."

"Aw, one of 'em probably went to the can!"

"No. Nobody left the car."

Jeff cast her a twisted grin. "You want to go see?"

"Oh, Jeff, that'd be cool!"

Silently, the two teenagers left their car, sneaking up behind the white Oldsmobile parked directly in front of them, and peering in the rear window.

"Can you see anything, Jacqui?" Jeff whispered hoarsely.

"No. The headrests are in the way."

"I can't see much, either. Let's go around to the side. And be quiet - that fat fucker packs a pistol!"

"I thought you said he wasn't a gangster!"

"Shhhhhh!"

Creeping around to the side of the big Tornado, one of Jeff's father's stable of cars, the two teenagers had all they could do to keep from laughing at the combined effects of the marijuana and the spirit of adventure.

"Just like a couple of Indians, huh, Jeff!"

"Keep it down! ... Can you see anything yet?"

Jacqui, the nearer of the two to the front of the vehicle, raised her head dartingly, catching a fleeting glimpse of the interior of the car. The moment she ducked back down, her hands flew to her mouth. It was obvious to Jeff that she was trying to suppress a giggle. Allowing her a minute to regain her self-control, Jeff waited patiently on his hands and knees before her, his own hand covering hers over her mouth. Gradually, her silent racking subsided, and he took his hand away. It was about time, too. The gravel was beginning to bite into his kneecaps. "You okay?" he choked.

She nodded vigorously, and took an enormous gulp of air.

"Well, what the hell did you see?"

"She's blowing him!" she blurted, and again her hands covered her mouth.

"Move over! This I gotta see!"

Jeff raised his own head above the bottom edge of the window and peered inside. It was a little dimmer than when Jacqui had looked inside a moment before, since the only light within the car was from the movie screen, and it had dimmed with a change of scenes. In a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the blackness. "Oh, shit!" he blurted suddenly. "Oh, double shit!"

"What's wrong, Jeff?"

"Oh, nothing much ... if you like guns."

Jeff Trimble was looking at the business end of Mendez' Smith & Wesson .38 snub-noise through the closed window of the car. Then, there was the soft whir of an electric motor. The window was opening. "Okay, you punks!" a deep baritone voice rang out in the darkness. "You want a peek, get your asses in the car!"

"We'd better do what he says, Jacqui."

"Hey, are you Jeff Trimble?" the deep baritone voice suddenly softened. "Hey, shit, kid, I mean I didn't know it was you!"

Jeff, standing now and helping a badly frightened Jacqui Potter scramble to her feet, breathed an outward sigh of relief. "Yeah," he stammered. "It's me and my girl. We were just playing a little joke on you. W-We didn't mean anything by it."

"Yeah, sure, kid, I understand ... Hey, Tina, heh-heh ... They was just playin' a little joke for us, heh-heh."

It was difficult to tell which was the more badly frightened. Jeff, for obvious reasons, or Benny, for fear of getting his ass any deeper in the sling than it already was for pulling a gun on the boss's kid. Quickly, Benny placed his pistol back in the glove compartment.

"Hey, where you parked, kid?"

"Right behind you, Mr. Mendez."

"Hey, hear that, Tiny? Heh-heh, they parked right behind us back there."

Benny's young wife, sitting now and staring blankly forward, felt her ears burning with embarrassment.

"Hey, kid. Get in the car and I'll give you a joint." All these kids love grass, heh-heh. "It's real good stuff. Panama Red."

Jeff looked at Jacqui inquisitively. "Oh, what the hell, Jeff. Let's."

As the overhead light flashed on with the opening of the door, Jacqui gave Jeff a nudge in the ribs with her elbow, indicating the telltale bulge in the front of Benny's hastily zipped chinos.

"Hey, Tina, this is Mr. Trimble's son Jeff. He's a pretty good boy. And this is his girl friend ... T'

"Jacqui," Jeff supplied.

"Hello." It was a meek reply, and the embarrassed young brunette could only manage a token nod in the direction of the couple now occupying the rear seat.

"She don't talk so much," Benny smiled ingratiatingly. "She just come over from the Philippines."

"Oh, cool!" Jacqui blurted from the back seat. "My brother-in-law spent a month over there a couple of summers ago! He was on some island called Mitchie-Gumbo or Masturbate or something."

"Masabate?" Tina smiled into the darkness behind her.

"Yeah, that was it! He's working for some outfit that builds roads."

"Must've been a pretty damn short road, if he was only there for a month," Jeff teased, as he began to relax a little.

"Oh, dummy! I told you, mainly what he does is teach the local people where he goes how to run the heavy equipment ... Morocco was different, because he's doing the work himself!"

"Maybe they couldn't find anybody in Morocco who could drive a cat."

"Maybe. I'm not my brother-in-law's keeper!"

"Ouch!"

Tina listened to the playful parrying of the couple in the back seat with growing interest. They were the first young people she'd met since coming to the States. And, if they had seen her sucking Benny's fat cock, they were at least being nice about it.

"Hey, Benny. Where's the grass?"

Benny, trying to follow the banterings of the two teenagers behind him, smiled broadly. "Hey, yeah! Tina, hand Jeff that plastic bag out of the glove compartment, eh? He's probably a better joint roller than I am." Besides, my hands are all sweaty.

Jeff worked quickly and efficiently, rolling two reefers instead of one, lighting them both with infinite care, and passing one up to the front seat.

"Hey, I get one all to myself, eh?"

"Doesn't your wife smoke, Mr. Mendez?" Jacqui enjoined.

"Naw, she doesn't go in for that kind of-"

"Yes I do!" Tina blurted suddenly. "I will have a puff."

Tina had never smoked marijuana, or anything else for that matter, in her entire life. Still, in deference to the couple in the back seat - because she wanted to make some friends more her own age - she was determined to try. After all, it was very American.

"Okay, Tina," her Chicano husband ventured cautiously. "Take it easy, though, it's pretty heavy stuff."

Gingerly, the pretty Filipino teenager took the joint from her husband's pinching fingers, and following the example set by the others, took a deep drag and tried stoically to hold down the prickly smoke. It was too much for her tender lungs, and the gagging attempts she made to hold it in brought a round of laughter from the others in the car. Then, realizing that they were laughing with, and not at, her, Tina began to laugh too, They really are nice kids, she mused, delighted that she at last knew some young people. I hope Benny lets me become friends with them!

Benny Mendez surveyed the situation quickly and accurately. His young wife was warming to this wild young couple. He sat astraddle of the front seat so that he was turned half-facing the screen, and half-facing the couple in the back. Nervously, he sneaked several peaks at Jacqui's pretty blonde face. Que bonita! he yearned. I wonder if that stupid little punk has been dipping his candle!

Jeff noticed his father's swarthy employee ogling his best girl, but decided that to say anything about it would be equivalent to calling the kettle black, since he was having a hard time himself, trying not to look at the fat henchman's exotically beautiful young wife. While still no expert, Tina was beginning to master the fundamentals of marijuana smoking, and it was apparent in her sudden bursts of laughter, that it was beginning to take effect on her.

"Hey, Mr. Mendez, this is really mellow grass," Jacqui complimented. "What'd you say it was?"

"Panama Red," he fawned in return. "Hey, you kids call me, Benny, okay?"

"Okay, Benny-baby," Jacqui chirped. "For grass like this, I'd call you Papa Doc!"

I wonder what she'd do for an ounce? Benny mused.

The heady odor of the volatile weed hung heavy in the car, permeating every available space with its intoxicating aura. By the time the shared cigarettes were burned down to the tiniest nubs, everyone in the car was beginning to exhibit the same pointless sense of humor that had seized the novice Tina. Everything seemed to be the cause of a calamitous round of laughter - from the stiffly melodramatic acting of the foreign-issue spy film on the screen, to Tina's repeated stammers of; "I'm drunk, I'm drunk!"

Jeff rolled another brace of the potent cigarettes, and passed them around.

"Hey ... man ... this ... stuff ... is ... too ... much!" Jeff ground out of rusty-feeling jaws. "Too ... fuckin' much!"

Benny, his great paunch jiggling with his constant efforts to divide his attentions to see everybody in his car at once, nodded happily. "Sure, man. Ol' Benny wouldn't' put you onto no bad weed!"

Jacqui, alternately quiet and babbling in the back seat, cleared her throat and tried to speak. Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cheap cotton, but a warm glow seemed to float her above that and all other minor discomforts. She felt good ... really good!

"Hey, everybody," she managed finally. "I've got a really super idea!" Jeff, sensing immediately what she was about to suggest, started to crack up with laughter. "Shut, up, Jeff, I'm serious." Both Benny and Tina were staring at her now. "Just for fun," she continued, "let's switch around. Tina in back with Jeff, and me up front with Benny-Poo!"

Benny cast his pretty young wife a curious glance. Smiling shyly, she shrugged her shoulders to indicate she'd go along with the majority. He looked at Jeff.

"I'll go you one better," Jeff was saying, surprising even himself. "Why don't Tina and me go back to my car, and you stay here with Jacqui, Benny?"

Benny gulped nervously, it looked like it was up to him. "Sounds like a plan," he said. Then, fearing he might be appearing a bit over anxious; "I mean if everybody else is in."

"What're we waiting for?" Jacqui blurted after a short silence.

No sooner had Jeff and Tina left the car through separate doors, than Jacqui was climbing over into the front seat, easing herself down cautiously next to the perspiring fat man. "Man," she said, "I thought they'd never leave!" Unprompted, she began to unbutton her blouse. "Wait'll you see my titties," she said. "They're really beautiful ... like your cock!"

Stumbling along in the darkness ahead of the equally stoned Jeff Trimble, Tina Mendez felt the first preliminary tingle of arousal somewhere deep in her pelvis. God! she wondered, can marijuana do that?

"This is it here," Jeff said. "My little yellow bomb." He studied her pert little buttocks as she twisted under the arm he'd extended to hold open the door, and got inside. "It's a little crowded sometimes," he admitted. Then, grinning, "But I've got a pretty good imagination."

The Volkswagen was small, but nice. Immaculate throughout, it was apparent that Jeff Trimble thought highly of his car. Just like his father. Jason always insisted that, rain or shine, every car in the stable be washed whenever it was to be used that day, and waxings occurred with almost ritualistic frequency.

Jeff closed the door for her, then rounded the car to his own side, pausing upon entering to light a stick of incense in the tiny, hollow brass Buddha mounted on a little shelf under the dash. "In case the pigs come," he explained. "Makes it harder to smell the grass."

'Pigs? "

He smiled at her indulgently. She wasn't too fucking bright, but she sure was a foxy little bitch. "The police."

"Oh ... why do you call them pigs?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. " 'Cause they act like it, I guess."

"Oh ... why do they act like pigs?"

"I don't know that, either. Why do you ask so many silly fucking questions?"

They stared at each other for a long moment before breaking into sudden peals of laughter.

These Americans sure are wild, Tina mused intoxicantly. Lending their wives to their bosses ... Swapping at the movies ...

"You sure are a sexy little broad," Jeff said, sobering a little. "I bet you really dig it, too, don't you?"

"Pardon me?"

"Sucking cock. Jacqui said you were going down on Benny when we snuck up on you." Tina stared at him for a long while, her eyes nearly tearing with hurt. Last night, with Mr. Trimble and Artie, she'd had to suck them off so many times that she'd lost track ... and they never had gotten around to screwing her. And now, with the smile gone from this handsome boy's face, he had the same sadistic expression on his face that they had had.

Jeff was kissing her then, hard, bruising her lips. She trembled, then stiffened, then melted into his arms. He was so young, and clean, and fresh compared to her forty year old husband!

"Tina," Jeff breathed huskily into her ear as he held her close. "I want you to suck my prick!"

Jacqui Potter entwined her long slender fingers in the prickly black hair on the nape of the neck of the older man who was sucking so voraciously at her pink-nippled breasts. "See," she cooed. "Didn't I tell you they were beautiful?"

Benny Mendez could only grunt his reply as he alternated his attentions from one rock-hard nipple to the other, sucking and slavering over them until they glistened with his saliva in the dim light. Man, she beautiful, this little guevacha! he drooled silently. So the kid fucks my Tina ... for this, I'd let him fuck my mother!

His beefy hand slipped up to caress the pliant white flesh of her upper thighs beneath her short leather skirt.

"Oooooh, yessss!" she hissed delightedly. "Go ahead and stick your finger in my cunt if you want!"

Almost cruelly now, the lumbering fat man grasped at the narrow elastic-edged crotch band of her filmy panties, moving it to one side as he began to insert a single fleshy finger into the trembling hot wetness that was her vagina.

"Oh, God yessss! Shove it in me all the way to your fucking elbow! It's so gooood!"

Her golden-haloed head lolled dreamily on the back of the car seat then, as she reveled in the act of being sucked and fingered by a greasy-looking gangster more than twice her age.

It was weird and exciting, and in her drug-hazed mind, wickedly beautiful. She wanted him to do things to her - terrible things! Her entire body was covered with goose pimples.

"Benny ... Benny, let's do something ... evil."

He raised his great head and looked at her inquisitively. "Like what, for instance?"

"Oh, God, I don't know," she mewled, hunching her desire-tightened pelvis lewdly up to his probing finger. "Y-You decide."

Mendez could feel her tender cuntal flesh weeping around the muscles of his middle finger, clinging to it voraciously on the outstroke, parting delicately on the in-stroke as his thumb held her crotch band aside. A lewd smile flickered across his thick lips. So this hot little number wants to play rough, eh?... Well, Ol' Benny is just the man to see! But what? The possibilities were literally endless. He could make her suck him off. He could fuck her up the ass. He could-

"Okay, kid. Benny thought of something."

"What, man?" she breathed expectantly. "Hey, I don't know if you're gonna go for this or not, but Artie - he works for the boss, too - he tol' me one time that him and Rita went out on old highway 99 and picked up this hitchhiker, and-"

"You're out of your fucking gourd, man!" she lashed, sensing what he was about to suggest. "Are you trying to get me killed or something?" Slowly, voluptuously, the burly fat man continued to saw his thick middle finger in and out of the still yielding flesh of her cunt while she gasped with lust. "Hey, no, kid," he smiled. "I'd be back there in the trunk, and all you'd have to do is say something and I'd come poppin' out and turn the show around."

The idea began to seat itself in Jacqui's drug-confused mind. It was wild, and definitely wicked, this thing he was suggesting. Letting a hitchhiker ball her, and Benny too, undoubtedly, after whoever it was they picked up had finished with her... God, it was wild!

She could feel her nipples tauten even more against the relentless lickings and suckings of the fat man's warm wet mouth. Her clitoris leaped stiffly forward to scrape wetly against the ravaging finger in her cunt. "I'd better go tell Jeff," she said.

A strange, but strongly erotic feeling of power rippled through Jeff's body at the voluptuous sensations of Tina's wetly nursing mouth on the head of his penis. It was a fair-sized cock at that, he mused, delighted with the difficulty she seemed to be having in taking two-thirds of it down her throat. He wound his fingers in her hair, and gently prodded her bobbing head up and down on his lust-hardened member, enjoying the sight of her slavishly kneeling position fully as much as the sex act itself.

With an expertise born of her recent experience with this boy's father - and "company", the dark-haired little Filipino bride wound her tongue around and around the head of Jeff's cock, then forced as much of it into her mouth as she could take without gagging. It nudged and prodded wetly against the roof of her mouth, and once again she began to experience that same weird masochistic feeling that had swept her in its wake the night before with Jason Trimble and his number-two henchman - her own brother-in-law. She knew she was a good cocksucker, and enjoyed it very much, but she was afraid that once again she would be left hanging. Time and again she stared up at the ecstatic teenager wistfully, a look of pleading in her sparkling brown eyes.

"Okay," Jeff stammered reluctantly. "Crawl up here and straddle me. It's the easiest way to do it in a Volks."

Eagerly now, the pretty young girl kneeling on the floorboard of the car scrambled up over the stiffly poised cock of the anxious sixteen year old. Jeff was sitting on the passenger side to avoid the steering wheel, but it was nonetheless cramped in the narrow confines of the bucket seat. No sooner had she raised the hem of her white cotton housedress, than the thick, blood-swollen head of his penis made ticklish contact with the wet velvet softness of her pubic hair. "Benny won't let me wear panties," she explained. "He wants me easy to get."

Jeff could actually feel the warmth emanating from her lewdly secreting vaginal passage before he even entered her. Teasingly, he held his cock by the base and rubbed its lust-heavy head back and forth across the stiffly throbbing little bud of her clitoris. Tina, gripping the back of the car seat tightly on either side of his broad shoulders, tried vainly to capture it in her clasping little cunt. "Don't tease me, Jeff," she pleaded. 'Please don't. I want it so bad!"

Every muscle in his lithe young body tensed with mounting excitement, Jeff centered the head of his penis at the entrance of the exasperated girl's pussy, tugging slightly at her waist as she began to impale herself upon him. "Oh, Jeff! It feels so good in me!"

Gradually, the fleshy member between her widely-splayed thighs seeped inward to its final depth. He wasn't as long or as thick as her husband, but it was nonetheless a sizable organ, and in her marijuana-drugged mind it was the most voluptuous feeling in the world as it entered her hotly aroused body, spreading and pushing the tender passion-moistened flesh before it in rippling waves of wetness.

Slowly, she began to slip up and down on her husband's boss's son's rigid cock, thrilling to its deepest penetration, her thin vaginal lips, clinging to it like a rubber band stretched to its utmost.

"Hey, I'm not breaking anything up, am I?" Jeff and Tina both felt as if their hearts had stopped beating. "What the fuck do you want, Jacqui?" Jeff hissed impatiently to his girl friend standing just outside the window.

"Wow!" Jacqui returned, wrinkling her nose at him and the blushing girl nakedly straddling his lap. "Looks like you guys are having a ball! ... Or don't you think that's funny?"

"So I'm wettin' my wick, what's it to ya?" She stuck her head in the window and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Jeff could tell that the marijuana had her strongly under its influence. "Well, have fun, dahling, " she mocked, "Benny-poo and I are going out for a peanut butter and sardine sandwich."

"Whoopy-shit! Do I take her home, or what?"

"Might be a good idea, Jeffy-poo. We might run into a good ping-pong match or something on the way back, in which case we could be a trifle late."

"Aw, fuck you!"

"Mmmmmm! Sounds marvelous, dahling, but I really haven't got the time." She straightened up then, patting them both playfully on the cheek. "Well, dahlings, don't do anything I wouldn't do ... But if you do, use a rubber!"

The big white Tornado glided comfortably along a dimly lit stretch of the old highway that had fallen into disrepair since the building of the new freeway nearby. Still, because the law forbade hitchhiking on the freeway, there were always plenty of would-be riders there.

"Now, you're sure you can drive this car?" Benny asked for the third time.

"Listen, man," Jacqui sighed good-naturedly. "If I can drive that hot rod of Jeff's, I can drive anything!"

"Okay," he said, pulling over to one side, "but be careful, eh?"

"Caution is my middle name, man!" Besides, this fucking honey's got power right down to the ashtrays!

Benny braked to a smooth halt, and the two of them stepped out into the night air. "Okay," he said, "when I get into the trunk and shut it, you tell me how far to go so that it looks like it's closed all the way."

"Gotcha man!" she nodded.

"I don't have any wire or string, so I'm going to have to hold it with my hand. Take it slow!"

"Yeah, sure, man. Let me have the keys."

"They're in the car."

Despite her excitement at doing something so deliciously forbidden - an all-pervading naughtiness - the young teenager could feel a tiny knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. What if something went wrong? What if Benny couldn't get out of the trunk in time? What if ... ? She waved her hand in front of her then, dismissing all the pleasure-killing thoughts that had begun to crowd her marijuana-drugged mind and listened fondly to the deep-throated purr of the engine as she turned the key in the ignition. She could hear the reassuring sounds of Benny shuffling around in the trunk of the car as he tried to find a comfortable position. She dropped the car into gear.

No, not him, he looks too old, she mused as she passed a late-night hitchhiker. There's another one! Naw, he's too short ... and just a kid! ... Is that one a guy or a girl ? - It's hard to tell in this light with that long hair! ... A Marine? Naw, he'd probably try to make a man out of me ... There's one! A big tall dude. Wonder what kind of cock he has?

"Hey, man. You want a lift? My name is Jacqui, man. What's yours?"

"Steve. Steve Crawford."

"Where you headed?"

"Tacoma, Portland, 'Frisco, L.A., Mexico ... South. "

"Wanna fuck me?"

The lanky stranger who now shared the front seat with her stared at her with uncertainty, then broke into a broad grin. These young kids are full of shit these days, he mused. "Sure, little girl. My place or yours?"

"Hey, I'm serious, Steve."

"Yeah, sure, kid. And I'm the Queen of Hearts!"

"If you think I'm bullshitting you, stick your hand between my legs and find out!" she challenged.

He did. She wasn't bullshitting. She wasn't wearing any panties, either, and his cock lurched in his jeans as his fingers touched the soft naked curls of her pussy hair.

"You're kinda young to be out picking guys up on the street, aren't you?"

"Do I feel that young?" she teased.

His hand rested firmly on the smooth, heated flesh of her upper thigh, his little finger nestled in the thin crevice of her pussy-slit. She was hot. Hot and wet. "Pull over!" he said.

Jacqui drove about a quarter mile farther down the road, until she came to a darkened side street leading off into the surrounding woods. From the corner of her eye, she could see the lanky hitchhiker staring at her, a strange glow in his dark eyes. It was weird ... and infinitely exciting ... and he kept moving his little finger against her cunt till she thought she'd cum without getting fucked.

"This place okay, man?"

"Yeah, swell."

He was tall. Very tall. Six-four at least. But gaunt, with a big hook nose and a few scars on his lower jaw that made him look much older than he probably was. He'd been on the road awhile, that much was certain. He had the strong, clean smell of sun and dust about him. His boots, massive and worn, reeked oiled leather into the interior of the car. He wore a Levi jacket, and had a small mustache.

The car glided to a ragged halt under Jacqui's nervous foot.

"Take your clothes off, little girl ... NOW!"

The tip of a short sharp knife glinted silver in the eerie light of the quarter moon filtering down through the pines.

"H-Hey, man ... what's the idea? I mean, what's with the knife?" she blustered. "I already told you, you could fuck me!"

"Strip." !

And in the back, Benny struggled futilely with the trunk latch. That last rock or pothole or whatever Jacqui had hit had slammed the trunk lid down solid. He was trapped. So was she. He could hear the conversation going on in the front seat, and felt beads of nervous perspiration popping out on his heavy forehead. He'd better do something ... and fast! It'd be his ass if something happened to that little sex machine while she was out with him. The boss's son would see to that! What was it that Jeff used to call him when he was younger? Sergeant Garcia? No, the kid didn't like him at all ... and he'd see to it that his old man had him nailed to the cross!

Wondering where her help was; Jacqui fumbled slowly with the zipper on the side of her short leather skirt. Her blouse was already off, and tossed into the back seat. Where the hell was Benny?

"You got nice tits, for a kid," the lewd stranger praised her, running his rough hands over her naked chest, tweaking her fear-tautened nipples till they hurt. "And I like that blonde hair, too!" He ran his hand - the one with the knife in it - lightly over the golden halo of her hair. "You ever been cornholed?"

Benny, where are you!

Benny worked diligently at the lock with a penknife, being careful not to make any noise.

There was no telling what a crazy hitchhiker like that might do. Great visions of his boss's son's girl friend with her throat slit from ear to ear filled his mind - followed by the even more frightening vision of himself in the same situation shortly after. But it was so dark! Christ! The trunk was sealed like a drum.

"Very nice," the suddenly-vicious stranger hissed evilly, his hands continuing to prey over' the frightened girl's cowering nakedness. "Now, get in the back ... on your belly!"

Jacqui Potter had never been scared of', anybody or anything in her whole life. The effects of the marijuana she'd smoked were so diminished by her fear as to be virtually negligible. And that knife! My God, that knife! Quickly, she climbed into the back seat and lay down on her stomach. Steve - though she figured now that that was just a name he'd made up - soon followed, after he had bent over to remove the heavy rawhide lace from his stout boots.

"W-What are you going to do to me?" she choked.

"I'm going to fuck that sweet little white ass of yours!" he chortled lasciviously. "You ever had it that way before?"

Oh, God, no ... please no! she screamed silently. This he happening to me, it just can 't '

It was.

"Steve" worked quickly now, binding first her slender ankles and then her wrists with the rawhide bootlaces, cinching them so tightly that she felt certain they would cut off her circulation entirely.

"W-Why are you tying me up?" she queried, brokenly.

"All the better to fuck you up, my dear!" he returned lewdly. "Besides, it's gonna hurt so fucking bad you'll be bucking around like a bronco back here, and I want to be able to control the action. Now, SHUT UP!"

Oh, Christ!

"All right, little girl, kneel up."

"Huh?"

"I said, kneel up, goddamn it!" And he slapped her hard on the buttocks. "Or am I gonna have to take a strap to your pretty young ass first?"

It was lunacy! She hadn't bargained for anything like this! Jeff and she had given hitchhikers lifts on the way home from school on numerous occasions, and nothing like this had ever happened! What could she do? Why wasn't Benny stopping him?

"That's just fine, girl. Now, reach back with your hands and grab my cock!"

Her hands, cinched tightly together at the wrists behind her back, strained backwards to grasp for the stranger's blood-bloated cock, and felt its sticky wet, rubbery length brush against her clawing fingers. Timidly with her fingertips, she squeezed the thick bulbous head of it as if it were the rubber ball on a bicycle horn. It was big. Very big!

"Think that'll do the trick, sugar?" he drooled. "Think that'll bust that cherry little asshole of yours wide open?"

The blood was pounding furiously in his temples now, as he stared down glassy-eyed at the succulent whiteness of her smooth sculpted buttocks quivering in fear before him. She was absolutely terrified, that much was obvious in the reluctant way she fingered the lust-swollen head of the huge cock poling out obscenely from the opening in his fly.

"Y-You're too big ... you'll kill me if you do it that way. Do it right, please do it right!"

Her buttocks, like her back and the rest of her naked flesh, were filming over lightly with nervous perspiration, and she fairly glistened in the pale moonlight. His cock, flushed a deep red in full blood-hardened erection, stood out in dark contrast to her alabaster loveliness. He reached down with one hand and peeled the thick jacket of his fleshy foreskin back down over the angry red tip of his cock, milking it back and forth to bring a huge dripping pearl of pre-coital moisture to the surface ... the only lubrication she was intended to receive!

The hitchhiker's breath was coming hot and labored as he parted her succulent buttocks with his thumbs, almost as if he were splitting a ripe fruit. He could see the tiny pink opening to her anus clenched tightly, like a miniature fist, in the half-light of the moon, and raising up off his haunches, he began to center himself at the opening to the tiny nether ring between her whitely shimmering ass-cheeks.

"Oh, please!" she moaned out her final plea for clemency. "I-I'll do anything ... I'll-I'll suck it for you!"

"Mmmmmmm! Of course you will, little girl ... later!"

Madre de dios! Benny panicked. I've got to get out of here before that bastard kills her or something!

"Aaaauuuuggghhhyyyoooouuu'rreeekkkkiilliiinnngggmmmeee!!!!" Jacqui screamed out her torture as the tall stranger began to press his lust-bloated penis against her cringing anus from behind.

He pushed with a savage strength, never allowing her a moment to accustom herself to his awesome girth. His penis was so unbelievably thick! And long, my God, how long! He pressed, and pushed, and battered his way into her innermost recesses, feeling the puckering tightness of her anal opening fitting reluctantly down over the coronal rim like a soft hot collar, oozing in another precious inch, and another, and another ...

"Please stoppleasestoppleasestop ... !" she chanted over and over in her agony, lying bound and doubled up with her face pressed down into the car seat.

He was in to the halfway point, with still several desire-thickened inches left to get yet, her inner anal flesh clinging to his steel-hard shaft like a coating of warm sticky paint.

"You like that, little girl?" he teased wickedly. "You think that's pretty nice, do ya?"

"Oh God ... you're too big! Too BIG!"

Still he went on, even to the point where it was almost as painful for him as it was for her, because her anal muscles were fighting him so hard. He gripped her narrow waist sadistically in his bony fingers, feeling the tender pliant flesh ripple up between his knuckles. Her golden hair thrashed as she tossed her head about like a mad woman, moaning and groaning with the unbelievable agony of the assault.

Still, it wasn't enough. He wanted to hurt her bad. Real bad. Holding her hands behind her back with one hand, the lanky hitchhiker stripped off his wide leather belt with the other and looped it in half.

SMACK!

"Ow, God, what are you doing?"

SMACK!

"Oh, don't, please! ... It-" SMACK!

She could feel the blistering welts rising on the soft naked flesh of her buttocks almost as fast as he was spanking her with the thick leather belt.

SMACK!

His cock in to the hilt now, seemed to swell even thicker with her agony.

SMACK!

She could feel every lewd detail of the swollen red penis stuffed into her rectum like a huge sausage. She could feel the pulsing veins, and every gnarl and wrinkle ...

SMACK!

Oh, God ... she'd be scarred for life if he didn't stop it!

SMACK!

The stranger's eyes were rolled up in his head now, as he cast the belt aside and clutched her tightly to him with his arms wrapped under her pain-wracked young body, humping with the fury of a rabid dog, his long thick cock pumping in and out of her tortured anus. She was his! His to fuck and torment as he chose ... and no one would ever know!

He could feel the thinly stretched inner skin of her rectum clinging fast to his lewdly invading rod of flesh, threatening to cut off all circulation to his pounding cock-head. It was like fucking a virgin - but even better.

"AAaauuugghhh ... Y-You're ripping me open!" Jacqui groaned again and again. "Why? ... Oh, God, why?"

Even in the faint light coming through the rear window, the perverted night rider could see the purpling welts on her cream-white ass-flesh where the wide leather belt had cut into her skin. He felt a sense of infinite power ripple through his tautly humping body, beginning deep in his sperm-inflated balls, coursing through his hairy loins, threatening to burst from the head of his cock before he was ready.

Gradually, in an effort to forestall the inevitable, he slackened his pace, still maintaining the depth and basic viciousness of his assault. He could feel her resistance beginning to melt a little with his slower pace, almost against her will.

Jacqui continued to moan out her tortured protests, even though the pain of his initial entry was subsiding quickly into a dull numbing throb that caused her to hope for a flickering second that she might possibly be able to live through the ordeal. The welts, too, where she had been so brutally beaten, were numbing to only a slight stinging sensation, but she gave silent thanks that he had at least forgone that portion of what had now become rape.

As the young blonde teenager began to regain some of her bearings, she once again attempted to analyze the situation and her - yes - chances for survival! There was no telling what this ... this butcher was capable of, and she couldn't shake the image of herself laying naked by the side of the road with her throat cut from ear to ear by that wicked little knife. And Benny, what the hell had happened to him? Had he gotten conked on the head by something flying around in the trunk or something? Had he ... dear God, she hoped he hadn't been asphyxiated by the carbon monoxide fumes leaking into the rear of the car? If he had, she was as good as dead, too!

" H o w ... do ... you ... like ... it ... now ... little ... girl?" the stranger panted out between ever deepening strokes up between her straining buttocks. "It ... ain't ... so ... bad ... once ... you ... relax ... a ... little ... bit ... is ... it?"

No, as much as she hated to admit it, it wasn't. In fact, if she weren't scared for her very life, she might even learn to like it. It was still painful, but it almost felt good, too ... in a weird, masochistic sort of way. His seeping penile secretions had wet her back there to the point that he now slid in and out of her ravaged anus with relative ease. And, when she wanted to concentrate on it, she could feel every lurid, hot-ridged detail of his penis lying in bold relief in her anal tract.

In the trunk, Benny was now getting desperate. More than his fear at getting shafted over letting something happen to Jeff Trimble's girl friend, he was beginning to fear the more imminent possibility of suffocation! In his panic, he was using the limited amount of air in the confined space more rapidly than it could filter in through the few narrow crevices that allowed oxygen into the trunk. Time and again, he had almost tripped the catch on the lock with the penknife only to let it slip in his anxiety. Caution was the word. Caution and silence. Under no circumstances could he allow himself to panic. But the air ... was getting ... so hard ... to breathe!

Beyond her own better judgement, the frightened young girl in the back seat began to hunch backwards onto the skewering length of cock hotly embedded in her anus. God, it does feel good! she panted silently. If only I wasn't so scared!

Her forehead rested on the seat of the car then, and she could feel the hitchhiker's roughly mauling hands on her delicate, soft-nippled breasts, tweaking and pinching at their rising stiffness with savage unconcern for her comfort. Yet, despite - or was it because of? - his cruel treatment of her tender flesh, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused, and churned her still tightly-gripping ass-cheeks around with building fury on the invading flesh. His lust-bloated penis felt like a long hot log shoved up in her rectum ... cruel, and wicked, and wonderful!

"Oh, God, yesssss!" she hissed through passion-clenched teeth. "Fuck me, man! Fuck my asshole!"

She began to wonder, seriously, if it was actually possible for a girl to cum that way. His lewd balls slapping up against the wetly seeping slit of her perversely aroused cunt was certainly helping her to think so. If only he could last long enough!

M-Maybe if I please him, he'll let me go! Maybe if he sees I'm enjoying it, too, he'll think he won't have to worry about my reporting him!

Her head thrashed wildly then, as suddenly she wasn't just pretending. She was positive she could cum from his evil sodomizing of her asshole now. God, could she ever!

"Fuck my ass, man ... Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! Hurt me some more if you want, I don't care. I love it, man! Oh God, fuck it! FUCK IT!"

A lewd smile flickered across the hitchhiker's craggy features then, as he burrowed in tightly for his final effort. In a last display of his cruelty, he wanted to leave her high and dry ... unfinished ... begging for it - right up to the time he strangled that pretty little neck of hers! Or, maybe he'd cut her first ... Yes, why not? He could have a lot of fun with this little bitch before the night was over. Probably just out tooling around in her daddy's car. Well, she wouldn't be doing much of that after he got through with her!

"Oh, fuck me, man! FUCKMEFUCKME FUCKME!"

He could leave her body out there in the woods, and it'd be days before anyone stumbled onto it, and by that time he could be clear down to Mexico in a nice car like this Tornado ... No one would ever know ... No one would ...

"Oh FUCK!" he screamed out suddenly in his release, as the conjured images pushed him past the brink. "I'm cumming!"

"Oh, no!" Jacqui protested beneath him, her lithe young buttocks writhing back onto his twisted, dripping penis in desperation. "Wait for me, man! WAIT FOR ME!"

It was too late. She could feel cum squirting, thick, hot and cream-like deep within her cock-stuffed anus. Spurt after spurt after spurt of it. She felt like she'd been basted in it. She felt like it would come squirting out of her throat for lack of space. Surely he had cum a pint in her!

Frustrated beyond belief then, the nearly-crying girl felt the stranger's delight-giving penis begin to soften, slipping from her torn anus with a lewd plopping sound. Oh, God! she screamed silently. He can't be through already! ... He just can't!

The demented hitchhiker fell exhausted back on his haunches then, taking a few deep breaths. Then, quickly, he picked his belt up from the floorboard and looped it over the sobbing teenager's golden head.

"W-What are you going to mmmfff.!"

He cinched it tightly across her mouth, knotting it at the back of her head. "You're going to scream like hell when I carve my initials in that fine little white ass of yours," he chortled lewdly.

"Is she?"

Oh, God, it was Benny! It was Benny. Thank God!

Like a bolt of lightning, the huge Chicano's hand shot out to grab the stranger's longish hair through the open car window, jerking him back roughly, causing the muscles in his scrawny neck to stretch painfully.

"H-Hey! W-What's going on?" he pleaded almost tearfully. "Are you a cop?"

Benny hauled the filthy stranger through the car window by his hair. In his warped passion, the hitchhiker had failed to hear the panicked fat man when he'd kicked the trunk lid open in his desperation. Now, lying in a crumpled, shaking heap at the big man's feet, he fought the urge to run at the sight of the cold steel in the man's hand. It was a snub-nosed .38.

"W-What are you going to do to me?"

Benny raised the gun slowly, aiming it between the stranger's piggishly glistening little eyes. A smile flickered across his thick, rubbery lips.

"No ... please, please!"

Benny had the hammer pulled half way back, his index finger trembled on the trigger. He lowered the gun. Christ, he couldn't shoot the crazy bastard - not with the girl there inside the car!

A look of positive relief crossed the skinny hitchhiker's homely features as he realized he wasn't going to be shot after all, but it was short-lived.

Benny's foot shot forward, kicking the man right in the mouth. Blood and teeth flew up against the immaculate white side of the Olds. He dropped over on his hands and knees, looking up just in time to see another kick coming towards his shattered face. He turned his head a little too late, and the second kick caught him in the neck.

"Oh, don't, God, PLEASE!" he begged.

The third kick caught him in the stomach. The fourth broke his nose.

"You're pretty tough with kids, ain't you, man?" Benny bristled. "You just lucky I ain't gonna kill you. Now, get up and run!"

The broken stranger, balled up and moaning, lay immobile for a long minute. Benny kicked him again, this time in the small of the back. "Move! ... NOW!" Something had cracked.

The bloody, busted hitchhiker managed to crawl to his hands and knees and begin crawling torturously toward the nearby woods with Benny kicking his ass all the way.

Finally, Benny returned to the car and got inside.

"You okay, kid?"

"Mmmmffff!"

"That crazy bastard was going to cut a piece out of you!"

"Mmmmffff!"

He could see her bound nakedness huddled in the darkness on her hands and knees. Her lovely, dimpled, moon-white buttocks waved salaciously behind her. God, she was sexy tied up like that!

"You gonna hate me, kid," he stammered thickly, running his rough hands over the soft smoothness of her naked buttocks. "But I gotta get me a little piece of this!"

Then, strangely, he could see her head bobbing up and down in the affirmative. Christ, that crazy hitchhiker had really gotten her all worked up!

Benny reached down and removed the belt from around her head, but stopped short of removing the rawhide laces that bound her wrists and ankles. A thick pounding was beginning in the plum-like head of his cock.

"You want me to fuck you, kid?"

"Oh, yessss! ... Please!"

The fat Mexican-American unzipped his chinos and pulled his own awesome penis out into the open. It was feasible the stranger had been a little longer, but doubtful that he was anywhere near as thick. He skinned the foreskin back lewdly, and milked a viscid pearl of slippery pre-cum to the surface.

"You sure, kid?"

"Oh, man, don't tease me!"

Slowly, reveling in the heated softness of her genitals, Benny rubbed the lust-thickened head of his cock in the narrow opening between her legs, lightly dipping into the pink wetness to a shallow depth. Her painfully distended clitoris scraped against the underside of his heavy cock and caused her to moan out her pleasure at the electrifying contact.

"Oh, God, put it in," she begged. "Put it in!" His massive hands, each nearly covering one bruised white cheek of her quivering buttocks, squeezed tightly as he began to seep into her clasping young pussy. He could feel the soft teenage flesh ridge between his tightly-gripping fingers, and he could see the inner slope of her ass-cheeks glistening with the stranger's cum in the moonlight. A lewd thrill shot up his spine, and his balls began to churn. Abruptly, he withdrew his bloated cock from Jacqui's pussy and guided the head of it upwards to the entrance of her anus.

"Oh, no, not there!" she protested. "Put it back in my vagina. Oh, please, put it back! ... AAAaaauuuggghhhh!"

It was far thicker than the hitchhiker's had been, and she could feel herself tearing slightly. "Sorry, kid," Benny gasped hoarsely, sinking his dripping fat cock another excruciating inch into her in-puckered, sperm-filled asshole. "I guess it just ain't your night!"