Chapter 6
Susie didn't like her grandfather always harping on how she was "just like her mother." Had her mother been a lesbian? That was possible, she supposed. She had belonged to many women's organizations, but there was nothing very unusual about thit. She decided that quite possibly her grandfather didn't know what he was talking about. He might very well have made up the accusation just to taunt and frighten her.
Even if her mother had been a lesbian, what was the harm in that? She herself had just indulged in her first lesbian experience and it had been quite satisfactory. There was a certain bond that could develop between two women which was bound to make a man jealous. She could see her grandfather as the type of intolerant person who would harbor a grudge against a person for withholding her love. He was a terribly demanding person, unlike her own father.
She thought about Brent for almost the first time since she had left home. Suddenly, she was lonely for his comforting arms and the smell of his aftershave lotion when she kissed his neck. She was tired of the beach and of her grandfather.
The next day, Susie took a walk in a direction she had never traveled in before. She wanted to escape from her grandfather and his nagging. She didn't care if her absence would worry him. She just wanted to get away and be alone with her secret thoughts for awhile.
Eventually, she came to the main road that led into town and back to the railroad station. She started to walk along it with half a notion that she would be able to walk the distance home if she wanted to badly enough.
Before she had gone very far, a car pulled up behind her and a fellow hung out the window asking her if she wanted a ride. She turned around and looked into the familiar face of Nick. She smiled at him graciously and he opened the door for her. She climbed in beside him.
"It's my day off," he said. "I was just going for a ride, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind some company. You feel like coming along?"
"Sure," she said as he started the car up again. "How far is it to New York?"
"Oh, about ninety miles. That's where you're from, isn't it?"
"Yeah. If you'd drive me there, I could show you where I live. It's a big tall building on the East Side, and we have a terrace and a doorman."
"Why do you want to go home? Don't you like it at the beach?"
"My grandfather's bugging me, and I was thinking that it would be nice to go home."
Nick strung her along on the idea that he might consider driving her into the city. Actually, his mind was working along another track. He suddenly had the idea of running away with her. He could take her far off and they could be alone together for a long time. He had just gotten paid, so he had enough cash to go on a vacation.
He looked at her long blonde hair and was reminded of his sister. He felt sorry for her. Her grandfather wasn't caring for her properly. His parents hadn't taken care of his little sister properly, either. Pathos clouded his features momentarily, as he considered Susie's plight. He would be doing her a big favor by helping her to run away.
They sped along the highway for awhile and Nick played the radio loudly to calm his nerves. Every now and then he'd glance down at the little girl beside him, as proud as any guy on a date with a pretty girl. Her arms were suntanned, and the little blonde hairs bristled noticeably like golden adornments. Her little nipples stuck out alluringly from the yellow strip of her polo shirt.
"I'm hungry," she suddenly decided out loud.
"Okay. Let's stop and pick up some groceries and have a picnic. Would you like that? My sister and I used to go to a lot of picnics together. We used to be able to forget about the whole world that way. We'd just get lost in the woods for the day and not care if we ever found our way home again. But somehow, we always did." He heaved a meaningful sigh.
They pulled into a grocery store at the next town they passed through. He purchased some rolls and bologna and soda. Then they drove off again. He pulled off on a side road that turned away from the coast. He was heading for an old mansion whose grounds had been turned into a public park. Very few people seemed to know about the place, and it was always deserted when he visited. ft would be the perfect place to have a picnic.
Susie was enjoying the ride. She liked to go fast. It excited her whole body when he turned fast comers. She would slide across the whole front seat and bump up against him just for the fun. He never seemed to mind what she did. He wasn't like the other grownups. He never scolded her nor told her to stop acting wild like her grandfather always did.
Nick pulled into the parking lot behind the mansion. He took her by the hand and carried the lunch bag in the crook of the other arm. He was a large man and towered over her petite figure. He held her little hand grasped too tightly in his own, as if he feared she might slip away. There was something strange about his interest in her, she realized, but nonetheless, she was flattered that he preferred her to older girls.
He led her on a path through the forest. The trees were green and fragrant and smelled peculiarly fresh after weeks in the pungent sea air. She gazed up around her with delight. The trees were almost as tall as the buildings that she longed to see back home. They were somehow comforting though unfamiliar.
They came to a grassy knoll and he suggested that this was a good place to have lunch. He sat down beside her and made her a sandwich, and then one for himself. She munched on it, and then threw some crumbs to the birds who pecked away at the ground a short distance from them.
"I really feel free out here," he said, stretching his arms and leaning back against them on the ground. "I feel like a young, healthy animal. I wouldn't care if I never saw another human being again. All I need is you." He glanced at her and smiled.
She smiled back. She didn't know exactly what he meant by this pretty speech. She liked it well enough in the woods, but she had no intention of remaining there with him indefinitely.
"It smells nice here. And I like the birds. Listen to them sing. That's so nice, it makes me feel like going to sleep." She lay down on her side and closed her eyes.
She felt his hand whisking gently over her leg. He rubbed the back of his hand over the soft blonde hairs again and again. He couldn't help thinking of her as a soft little beast, a rabbit or something. He moved closer to her and began to cuddle.
She smelled the odor of sweat that exuded from his limbs. It was not unpleasant, but it did smell strong and it blotted out the scent of the trees and the sweet grass. She felt his animal presence next to her, big and hulking. Somehow it threatened her peace of mind and made her ears alert as her eyes were buried in her arm. She heard him breathing heavily next to her. His whole body seemed to vibrate with emotion.
"Do you remember the last time?" he whispered in her ear, "out on the raft? Did you like it? I've been thinking about you a lot. I've been waiting for the chance to fuck you again."
The word sounded like a harsh thud in her ear. She felt limp and desire-less. She would have much preferred to go to sleep but he was there beside her. His lips nuzzled her hair and he rolled over her forcefully. She looked into his passionate eyes and suddenly, she was scared. There seemed to be something bestial lurking behind the human face. She was almost afraid that he was going to eat her rather than rape her.
Susie rolled away from him, but he quickly reached his long, hair arm out after her. He grabbed at her shirt, and it ripped under the arm. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, but he didn't seem to notice or care. She clutched the shirt back from his grasp and scrambled to her feet in a hurry. She started to run toward the trees hoping to find a place to hide.
He was not worried about losing her. He clambered slowly up and started after her. He could hear her rustling through the bushes just ahead of him. She was trying frantically to get away, but the bushes caught at her clothing and prevented her from moving too quickly. She could hear his heavy breathing close behind her.
Finally, she reached a clearing. She fled across it, and rested behind a big oak tree, hoping that perhaps he would pass her by. He lifted his nose in the air and seemed to smell her out. He moved slowly toward her hiding place, as if some instinct more perceptive than any of the five senses told him where she was.
Suddenly, a hand reached around the tree and grasped her wrist. She tried to shake herself loose, but it was no use. He followed his hand around and seized her flailing body in both his arms. He lay her down on the ground and sat on her stomach with her hands held under his heavy knees. She couldn't move. She was his prisoner now.
He lifted her polo shirt off her chest, which throbbed violently with fear. He pressed his calloused fingers against the bulging nipples which protruded from her breasts like dark, ripe cherries. He rubbed them abrasively, back and forth, enjoying the way they tensed under the pressure of his fingers. Then he bent his mouth to them, one after the other, and sucked them between his hard lips. Susie whined piteously as he bit and abused her little rosettes of passion. His lips were chapped from the sun and felt rough against her tender skin. His teeth bit into her with passion until she thought that he would certainly draw blood. She began to yell out in pain, hoping that someone might hear her and come to the rescue, but the wood was serene except for the chirping of the birds.
He pressed his mouth against hers as she opened it to scream again and stuck his thick tongue deep inside her mouth. He choked the scream in her throat and she tossed her head from side to side trying to free herself from his suffocating kiss. He enjoyed the way she struggled beneath him and just wriggled his tongue inside her sweet, wet mouth. It was more fun for him if she kept trying to escape. It was all part of the game. He was like a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.
Nick could feel his weapon heaving against the tight crotch of his blue jeans. He undid his fly now, and let his large member hang out. It lolled from his fly like a huge red tongue and crawled menacingly across her belly. She looked down on his penis as if it were a snake about to bite. She gazed on the male member for the first time with horror. She didn't like his strong man tactics at all. She preferred it when someone was gentle and kind to her. Her other lovers had always sweet-talked her into seduction. His animal ways only frightened her.
The woods seemed dark and unfriendly now. The atmosphere was altogether too lonely and wild for her tastes. She was suddenly sorry to have abandoned the crowded beach and her friends. Nick's face seemed to have changed from the benevolent, smiling face of the lifeguard to a mask of deranged passion.
He rose up from her body now. He stood over her and lowered his pants. She would have to crawl from between his legs now in order to escape and she knew she wouldn't have a chance. She lay prone and motionless on the ground before him awaiting her fate with wide frightened blue eyes.
He stepped out of his jeans and threw his shirt on the ground nearby. His chest bristled with hairs and his thighs were covered with hairs as well. She had never known a man to look so much like an animal. Then he pulled her into a sitting position, and ripped her shirt off over her head. Her hair tousled down around her shoulders. His face softened suddenly, as he finally noticed that she was frightened.
"There now, don't look so sad. It will be just as nice as the last time. There's nothing to be afraid of. Here, let me take off your pants and lick you. That will relax you."
He unzipped the side of her shorts and pulled them down gently from her thighs along with her underpants. Then she was naked before him. He knelt between her chubby little legs and stuck his ass in the air with his head close to the ground and her sweet pussy. He shoved his hands under her round white ass and picked her up like a bowl of cream, in both hands. Then he dipped his tongue into her honey pot and began to eat hungrily.
He licked between her lips delicately and nuzzled her little clit this way and that until she began to wiggle on his hands. Then he shoved his tongue deep inside her and began reaming and sucking as if he hadn't eaten breakfast. He could feel his dick wagging between his thighs as he ate voraciously of her foaming cunt. It nudged him continually, telling him that it was ready to go anytime he was.
Finally, he sat back from his meal and admired her prone body before him. The glorious golden hair spread out in the grass like an angelic halo. The rosette nipples adorning her pure white breast looked like fruit. The little hairs that were just beginning to sprout on her mound of Venus like thin, newly-seeded grass twinkled in the sun. She was so charming, so beautiful, so like his sister that his heart was filled with love, and his loins with passion for her.
He lifted her body once again in his hands and drew her legs around his thighs until his dick was level with her cunt. He rested her legs on his own, and pried her lips apart with his fingers. They slipped from his thick fingers as they were slimy with wetness. Finally, he managed to find her little hole and prop the point of his prick against it. He grabbed hold of her buttocks once again, and moved her up onto him.
She accepted him slowly. She was as tight as he had remembered, and he had to pull hard to get her to take him all the way. The veins of his dick throbbed with the pressure of her tight muscles and he closed his eyes as he drew her onto his weapon. Once he got inside, he lifted her legs until her feet rested behind his shoulders and drove himself down on top of her. He had his hands on the ground near her waist and propelled himself in and out of her by doing an exercise that looked vaguely like pushups.
Susie felt herself pinned to the ground, crucified by one enormous nail driven into her tender trap. Her feet were suspended up against his shoulders and she found that she couldn't move her body at all. She gripped the ground and the grass in her small white palms, as this helped her to put up with the pain. Then she felt herself moistening inside, and he began to slip in and out from between her thighs with less of a struggle. She raised her hands to his thick red dick and dug her sharp little nails into the flesh. This only drove him to further violence. It acted like a spur to his passion, and he drove his weapon into her harder than ever.
She grunted as she felt it.
She felt his balls flapping madly against her ass as he cleaved her again and again. His coarse pubic hairs irritated the tender naked lips as they rubbed against them when he sunk in to the hilt. Finally, he was on top of her with his prick deep inside her twat writhing and wriggling all over her body. He was like a panting, humping, wild animal and he slobbered all over her chest as he moved his thick dick inside her and shot his load. He came in three separate spurts that washed the inside of her cunt with hot liquid. She felt herself taking it in, and him swimming around inside her. She was disgusted, but there was nothing she could do except try to continue to breathe with the hulking body on top of her small, frail body.
Finally, he rolled off into the dirt. The grass and the earth clung to his sweating skin. His hairy body glistened all over with perspiration. She was covered with his sweat as well, and his loving emission streamed from her cunt like heavy cream. She lay there like she were dead and hoped that he would forget about her existence. His face was turned away from her so she couldn't see or guess what he was thinking. She just watched his heaving subside into an even breathing.
After ten or fifteen minutes, she gained enough courage to get up. She moved as quietly and stealthily as a mouse in the presence of a sleeping cat. She walked around him and found him to be slumbering peacefully. She dressed quickly and prepared to make her getaway.
She followed the path that they had come on back to the parking lot and then walked quickly down the long road until she found another similarly paved junction where she turned off. She was afraid that when he awoke, he would follow the same route they had taken looking for her. Since she didn't know where she was anyhow, it didn't matter to her which road she took, or what direction she went in.
She walked for a long time and thought about hitchhiking, but there was no traffic at all. Finally she arrived at a deserted gas station. She got herself a drink of water from an outside spigot. She walked around the whole building and found that the door to the garage was open. Ft was late afternoon by now, and she was deathly tired. She lay down on some dirty canvas, and fell immediately to sleep. It had been a long, tiring day.
It was very early the next morning when she was awakened by voices. There were two men poking around outside. They seemed to be prowling around looking for junk. She kept hearing them say, "Here's a tire that looks in pretty fair shape," or "would you take a look at that old fender. Looks like it was taken off a Model T Ford." She had decided to make her presence known. Perhaps these strangers would take her to New York.
She stepped from the garage, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She approached a young man and waited for him to look up from his investigations and notice her.
"Hey, where'd you come from?" he asked, when he finally saw her.
"I got lost, and slept in that old garage last night. Would you take me home, please?"
"Hey, Andy, would you look what I found?" Another similarly dressed young man, wearing blue jeans, came round from the back of the building.
"Well, well," he said, beaming her a big smile, "She's not half bad. How'd you like to come for a ride in our car, sweetie?"
"Would you take me home, please?" Susie persisted.
"Sure, sure, we'll take you home," Andy replied mockingly, but she had no real choice except to follow them into their car.
They drove down the road for awhile. She sat in the back, and they whispered furtively to one another, punctuating their conversation now and again with a loud guffaw. She heard things like "jail bait," and "virgin." And then they finally seemed to decide on a course of action and pulled off the road into a grove. "Larry, you can have her first. I think I changed my mind. I'll just watch."
"You coward, I shouldn't let you even watch. Just see that you don't fink on me, that's all."
Larry jumped over the seat and landed next to her in the back. He unhitched his jeans and then stuck his hand down her pants. She wriggled around on his fingers.
"Will you take me home, please?"
"Later, kid. Just cooperate and we'll take you wherever you want to go." She didn't seem to have much confidence in him, but she seemed to have little choice.
He told her to take off her shorts and her shirt and watched her undress with anxious eyes.
"Cute, ain't she?" He noted this, and mentioned it to his companion. "Look at those pert little boobies. Clean little cunt, too. I'd rather have her than your old whore. She's better than Bessie any day." He began to massage his member between his legs. Pretty soon it stuck up as straight as a flagpole and he hoisted her on top of his lap.
Her knees rested on the seat on either side of him. He pushed her down onto his member slowly and she watched his face light up with pleasure as he felt the tightness of her little pussy surrounding him. He pressed her close to his chest and began kissing her with his thick, wet lips. He slobbered on her mouth hungrily and pushed his tongue inside her pursed lips. He wriggled his tongue deep down in her throat until she was gasping for breath and he laughingly thrust her from him. She fell backwards against the front seat.
She was still attached to his dick like a doughnut on a stick, but she was off balance, and his member wrenched inside her painfully. He began to tweak her little red nipples between his knobby fingers. She was disgusted by the grime she could see beneath his fingernails.
"That's real good," he said. "I like that." He pinched her nipples between his hard knuckles just to make her move on top of him.
Then he grabbed her under the armpits and began lifting her up and down on top of him. She could feel his dick thicken and lengthen painfully inside her as he agitated her body on top of it. It seemed to grow like a weed and she didn't know how much more of it she could encompass without bursting wide open. He worked her up and down until her limbs were limp in his grip. He moved her back and forth, from side to side, and in any direction he could think of without caring how much he was hurting her with his huge, horse-like distended cock.
He began to hop up and down on the seat, bouncing her on and off him like a bronco. Finally, he shot his load deep inside her. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and she felt his dick wither inside her with relief.
"You should try her, Andy. You're really missing something sweet. She's as tight as a glove. Nothing like a sweet little miss from nowheres. You know, they'll never be able to find us even if they do track her down."
"How's her asshole?"
"How should I know? Corn-holing is for farmers."
"Well, I might give it a try. You don't get
VD from a bunghole, you know. Pass her on up to me."
Larry lifted Susie up by the waist and hoisted her over the front seat. He laid her across his lap and paddled her ass a few times with his hand.
"Nice, very nice," he said admiring the clear white flesh. "Not a pimple on it. I wouldn't mind giving it a try."
"Please, mister, that'll really hurt. Do anything else but don't fuck me in the ass." She pleaded with him. The tears began to gather in her eyes and rolled softly down her cheeks but he showed no signs of compassion. He just slapped her hard across her creamy cheeks and ordered her to shut up if she didn't want to get whipped with his belt.
He slapped her ass over and over again. He loved to watch the white cheeks shiver and shake under his hands. Soon they were pink from the contact of his hard, calloused hand.
Then he reached into the glove compartment and came out with a bottle of vaseline. He rested it on the small of her back and unscrewed the cap. He took a big gob of it on his middle finger, and parted her cheeks with his other hand. He thrust it deep inside her anus with one sweeping move.
She jumped forward on his lap, and he laughed. He wiggled the finger inside her and she moaned. Then he withdrew it and smelled his finger, wiping it under his nose. He went back for a second feel. He held her in his hand and thrust one finger up her sopping wet cunt and the other into her anus. He lifted her off his lap in this fashion, and she squirmed to get free. She could hear Larry giggling in the back seat.
Andy slid out from under her, and slipped out of his jeans. He laid her across the front seat and knelt between her legs with his cock in his hands. He rapped it hard against her blushing buttocks until he had enforced an erection. She was afraid to look over her shoulder and see how big it was.
He pried her cheeks apart forcefully with his hands. She felt as if he were trying to rip her in two. He planted his red rod in her little pink hole. He grasped her around the leg, thrusting his hand up her cunt once again. Then he lifted her and thrust down at the same time. He sunk in an inch or two as she screamed out in pain.
She grasped the handle of the door in an effort to pull herself forward, but he just followed her until there was no more room between her and the door. He leaped against her asshole like a battering ram. Her knees were thrust up underneath her now, and her ass was held high in the air as she sought a more comfortable position. He took her slender hips in both his hands and pulled her back onto him as he pushed forward and knocked her head roughly up against the door.
He was inside her as far "as he could go. She was so tight around him that he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the pressure and the excitement for long. He began to move it in and out of her wildly, trying to keep himself from coming as long as possible. It wasn't very often that he got the pleasure of corking the back entrance and he wanted to enjoy himself thoroughly while he had the opportunity.
He began whacking it into her again and again. She was extremely tight, and he found that he had more freedom of movement if he held her cheeks wide apart. He pried her buttocks in different directions and began pulling out and pushing back and not caring how much she screamed.
Susie thought she was going to pass out. She hardly cared when her head was knocked up against the door as it took her thoughts away from the pain in her ass for a moment. She felt like a red hot poker were being driven up inside her. The pain was excruciating and the tears streamed down her cheeks freely.
He was moving inside her passionately now. She could hear him panting and groaning above her. His nails dug into the flesh of her crack as he thrust and pulled until finally he exploded inside her. She felt him release his load and it gushed up into her bowels, giving her the most powerful desire to shit that she had ever felt.
She gathered all her strength and tightened every muscle in her body and pushed. She felt him disengage himself from her body, followed by a loud fart and a gush of steaming diarrhea.
Larry went wild with laughter in the back seat. He was jumping up and down making the seats jiggle. He was laughing so hard he made the whole car shake. She looked over her shoulder and could see Andy sitting in a puddle of shit.
"You dirty bitch," he finally managed to scream. Then he bent over her prone body, and opened the door next to her. She felt the heel of his boot on her ass as he expelled her from the car. She did a somersault onto the ground. Then her clothes were thrust out the back window and the car took off unceremoniously.