Ted had wanted to fuck her again, but Cindy felt she ought to be on her way. The sun was coming up, and it was just remotely possible that Pop might wake up early, notice her absence, and send the pigs after her. He didn't love her, of course. He'd complained for years that she was a nuisance, a drag on his freedom. But after last night he had a powerful motive for keeping her. "From now on," he'd said, "you're my whore."
Cindy imagined how it would be not only to take his beatings and endure his drunken raving, but also to have to fuck him anytime he wanted it – or be beaten even worse. No way. Nothing could persuade her to return to that life. She was going to find her mother and live decently for a change. California seemed a million miles away, and she was scared and almost broke, but she felt she had no other choice.
Ted let her off on the freeway, and Cindy almost panicked when he drove away. She hadn't known him long, but he seemed like the only friend she had. Then she got her courage up again by thinking of Pop and how he'd brutally raped her.
Cindy put out her thumb and waited. The early April dawn was foggy and cold, and she hoped she wouldn't have to wait very long. In the distance she saw an enormous truck approaching, one with two huge trailers. Its roaring almost deafened her, and it seemed to strain with its load. She smiled and waved as it approached, and the driver grinned and waved back.
The huge truck groaned past her and slowly drew to a stop. Cindy gawked at it for a moment, then ran to catch up. She'd been lucky. She had a ride already.
The driver had the passenger door open and was leaning out to grin at her when she got there. He helped her climb up – it was a very long way. Cindy shivered deliciously in the warmth of the cab. She felt excited about riding in one of these giants of the road – it would be much more interesting than a car.
"I'm not supposed to give rides," the driver said in a raspy voice. "So if any other trucks come by, you duck, okay?"
"Sure, mister," said Cindy. "Thanks a lot for picking me up. It was so cold out there."
He laughed, a pleasant throaty sound. "Where you bound?"
"California," Cindy said dreamily. "Los Angeles. I'm going to see my mother."
The driver glanced at her intently, then got the rig back on the freeway. Mike Polanski had been around, seen it all, and he knew a runaway teenager when he saw one. In a way he was a fool to pick her up. It could spell lots of trouble. But when he saw that cute little blonde chick standing all alone on the road, he just couldn't resist. He'd heard other guys talk about picking up these hippie chicks, about how easy they were… Maybe it was bullshit, but he had to find out.
"California, huh?" he said. "That's a long way. I'm going to Indiana, though, and that'll be some help. I can take you as far as Indianapolis."
"Indiana," said Cindy. "Where's that?"
Oh, Jesus, thought Mike.
"Quite a ways, honey," he said pleasantly. "We won't get there till it's dark. So relax, take a nap if you want. We'll stop for breakfast pretty soon."
"You're a nice man," Cindy said gratefully.
Mike turned his face away to hide a wicked grin. This girl was really in for a surprise from the "nice man".
Cindy thought Mike Polanski was handsome in a rugged, weather beaten way, sort of like Charles Bronson. His hair was thinning on top, and his nose had, been badly broken, but he had a powerful burly body, and she was turned on by the way his biceps bulged from the rolled-up sleeves of his blue cotton shirt. He had a sexy raspy voice, and his open collar revealed a thick mat of dark chest hairs. He seemed so virile, so much in charge, that Cindy felt quite safe with him.
They chatted easily about life in New York, and they stopped often for meals and snacks. By evening they'd crossed the border into Indiana, and soon after that Mike pulled the huge truck off the road and down a little dirt side road. He parked behind some trees where they couldn't be seen from the highway.
"Thought you might have to pee," he said pleasantly. "I sure as hell do."
"Me, too," Cindy giggled.
They got out, Mike going to one side of the truck and Cindy to the other. She squatted down and pissed in the dirt, and when she was finished, she had a naughty urge to spy on Mike. She was still very curious about men and their bodies, especially about cocks. She knew now that all cocks weren't the same. Pop's had been ugly and red and gross, Ted's sweet and pale and clean. What would Mike's prick look like?
She crept under the truck and saw Mike's legs, the muscles bulging in his tight jeans. She crawled farther towards him, till she could just see his powerful hairy-backed hand holding his dick as he pissed a great yellow stream into the dust. She was a little disappointed. His cock wasn't as long as Pop's or Ted's. But it was enormously thick, a short stubby weapon with a dark-red knob at the end.
Cindy scooted back to her side of the truck and clambered up into the cab. Mike was back soon, but instead of starting the truck he just lounged against the seat and grinned at her.
"We're almost there," he said. There was a strange excitement in his raspy voice, and his dark eyes traveled quickly over her ripe little body. "Before I let you off, maybe you'd like to be nice to me."
"Nice to you?" Cindy said innocently. "What do you mean, Mike?"
"I mean I gave you a pretty long ride," he said, "and I coulda got in trouble for it. Ain't you grateful?"
"Of course!" Cindy said fervently. "You really helped me out."
"Then help me out," he said. "Do me a favor."
"Sure, Mike," said Cindy. "Anything. What do you want?"
He was looking intently at her round, swelling tits poking out saucily under her tight shirt, and he licked his lips. Then he quickly unzipped his fly and drew out his thick, stiff cock.
"Guess," he said.
Cindy gawked at his lewdly displayed dick. She understood, all right, but she was appalled. She'd looked upon Mike as a sort of uncle, a platonic protector. And besides, he was so old. Wow, he must be in his thirties… It just didn't seem right to Cindy.
"Oh, gee, Mike," she said nervously, "I don't know if I want to."
"Try it, you'll like it," he chuckled.
He moved over to her across the wide seat and slipped his arm around her shoulders. He smelled like sweat and tobacco and hamburgers, and he seemed terrifyingly strong to Cindy. She began to panic. "Please, Mike," she said, "I'm not that kind of girl."
"You could be, if you tried," he said. "Come on, Cindy. Don't give me any trouble. I'm horny from all that driving, from being next to you. I need it. Just a quick lay – what's it to you?"
Cindy swallowed hard. She could see his point. He'd done her a big favor, taken risks for her, and she really should repay him somehow. She'd already fucked two men in twenty-four hours, so, indeed, what difference would it make if she fucked another one? It was just that Mike seemed so coarse and brutal to her…
"I-I'm a virgin," she lied quickly. Perhaps that would arouse his sympathy.
"All the better," said Mike.
He suddenly seized her hand and placed it firmly on the rigid white shaft of his prick. Cindy gasped – his enormously thick cock was so hot and hard. "You'd dig it, baby," he said hoarsely, starting to move her little hand gently up and down his silky rod. "That good hard meat would feel real good…"
"Noooo," Cindy said, shuddering. "Please, Mike. When I get to California and find my mother, I'll send you money to pay for the gas and the food. I'd be glad to do that."
His powerful hand gripped her shoulder hard, hurting her. "Don't give me no more shit, Cindy," he said roughly. "I gotta get laid, and if you don't cooperate, I could get real mad. Know what I mean?"
Cindy's eyes moistened with tears. Mike had been so nice to her, but now he was like a sadistic stranger, and she was afraid. His hand was almost crushing her shoulder, and she could well imagine how badly he could hurt her. There was no point trying to fight him off. A quick fuck would be far better, even if she didn't want to screw this man.
"All right, Mike," she said quickly. "I'll do it. Just let go of my shoulder, okay? You're hurting me."
He gave her shoulder one quick pinch, to show her what he could do, then let go. He leered at her, and she felt his stubby hot cock twitch excitedly under her hand.
"Well, all right," he said, grinning. "That's more like it. You'll enjoy it, doll, I guarantee it. I got a pretty good reputation in the sack. Now, let's get them clothes off. I wanta see that cute little body of yours. I been thinkin' about it for hours."
Cindy struggled to hold back her tears as she undressed. Mike sat right next to her, watching intently as she took off her clothes. She drew the tight shirt off over her head, tousling her long blonde hair. She blushed when she emerged from the garment, for Mike was staring lewdly at her boobs. The tight cotton bra seemed to be overflowing with plump ripe tit, and her cleavage was deep and swelling.
"Hurry," he said hoarsely. "Get that damned thing off. I wanta see your jugs."
He sounded like Pop, coarse and dirty. Cindy writhed with repulsion. Oh, God, if only he were Ted, young and clean and attractive, she'd be creaming her panties and more than ready to fuck. But her little cunt was absolutely dry, and she glanced down at the burly truck driver's short stubby prick with distaste.
Cindy unhooked her dainty pink bra and threw it off. Her big, round tits bounced into freedom, the pretty little pink nipples wiggling before Mike's delighted eyes.
"Nice," he breathed, "real nice knockers. You shouldn't wear a bra, Cindy. You oughta let 'em bounce, bring a little happiness into the world."
He reached out with both hands and seized her bouncing tits, tugging them mischievously, almost as if trying to milk her. His big hands had dark hair all over the backs, and the palms were dirty and sweaty. Cindy's flesh crawled under his wet touch, but he didn't seem to notice her revulsion.
"Real nice tits," he sighed. "Biggest I seen in a long time. I screwed this chick last week in Jersey – man, that poor broad had nothing. I mean nothing. Flat as a board. But she could fuck." He sighed at the memory. "Christ, could she fuck. I hope you're half as good, doll."
"I told you," Cindy said stiffly. "I'm a virgin."
His leathery face lit up. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. Well, that's far-out. I ain't popped a cherry in a long long time. There was this chick in New York a couple years ago."
Cindy closed her ears to his male bragging. Her whole image of Mike was shattered. He'd seemed such a good guy, but he turned out to be just a user of women, ignoring them as human beings, wanting only their cunts. Cindy tried not to shiver with loathing as his big rough hands tugged lewdly at her tits.
"Well, okay, get on with it," he was saying. He'd finished his anecdote and was looking impatiently at her. "Take off the rest of your clothes."
Cindy blushed and began pulling off her jeans. Mike watched attentively and muttered, "Nice legs." Cindy felt like livestock on display. She blushed even deeper as she removed her panties. Mike began breathing hard and fast when she uncovered her cute little golden muff, and he reached down to touch it.
"You're a real cute girl," he said. "Real nice body."
Thanks a lot, you creep. Cindy thought indignantly. She ached for Ted, for his tenderness and warmth. To this brutish truck driver she was just a pair of tits and a fuckable cunt. He cared nothing for her.
He petted her soft little snatch for a moment, then thrust his hand roughly between her legs, feeling the plump folds of her slit. "Your cunt's dry, baby," he said. "What's the matter? You ain't hot for me?"
"No, I'm not," Cindy said angrily. "Just go ahead and get it over with, will you?"
"That's exactly what I intend to do," said Mike.
He opened his jeans and slid them down to his knees, not bothering to undress all the way. He wore no shorts. Cindy looked aghast at his thickly furred belly. The man seemed covered with hair, like an animal. The belly fur merged with the dark, wiry crotch bush, leaving no gaps, and his cock seemed startlingly white in comparison with the black mat of hairs. His balls were thick with hair, too, gross and fat and menacing. Cindy found him thoroughly repulsive.
"Okay, let's get that little pussy of yours ready," he said eagerly.
He pushed her back against the passenger door, and Cindy flinched at the cold touch of metal on her bare back and butt. Roughly, as if manipulating a puppet, Mike seized her left leg and drew it up high, hooking her heel over the back of the seat. He pushed her right leg down off the seat till her foot touched the floor. He had opened her legs almost painfully wide, so that her whole cunt was lewdly displayed to his bright, leering eyes.
He just sat there and looked at her splayed-open cunt, and Cindy blushed beet-red. She felt so exposed, so humiliated. Her little golden muff was split to reveal the bright-red shaft of her clit, and the delicate hairline of her snatch was drawn wide apart to show the moist pink lips of her cunt. He could even see her asshole. Nothing was hidden from his leering hungry eyes.
"Real nice little pussy," he said appreciatively. "Smaller than most, but I guess that's 'cause you're still growing. How old are you, anyhow?"
"Eighteen," Cindy said.
He reached out and touched the tender pink folds of her pussy. Cindy gasped and flinched, but she couldn't move away because she was already right up against the door. Mike didn't do nice things to her like Ted had done, didn't toy with her clit or try to arouse her. Instead he roughly forced a thick finger right up her dry cunt-hole.
"Owwww!" wailed Cindy. "That hurts!"
He ignored her, wriggling his stiff finger in her box clear to the last knuckle. He probed around inside her hole, then jerked his head up and looked her in the eye.
"You ain't no virgin," he said. "You got a tight cunt, but not that tight. And you been fucking somebody, too. Not too long ago." He whipped his finger out of her hot little box and displayed the white sticky stuff he'd found. His finger glistened with Ted's jism – and maybe Pop's, too. Cindy blushed hotly.
He stuck the wet finger in front of her nose, and she cringed as she smelled the strong spermy odor. "Yeah, you know what that is, don't you, you lying little bitch," he said contemptuously. "Well, I ain't gonna be gentle with you any more. Some other dick has been in there ahead of mine, that's for sure. You may be young, but you been around."
Cindy hated him. What damned business was it of his if she'd fucked other men? What right did he have to look down on her and call her names? He was just like Pop, calling a woman a whore if she just did what came naturally. She didn't want to fuck this man, she wanted to knee him right in his ugly hairy balls.
She knew better than to try it, though. The powerful truck driver could break her jaw in one blow, mar her pretty face forever. So she just sat there trembling with suppressed anger while Mike knelt between her obscenely spread legs and directed the knobby red head of his prick into her cunt-mouth.
He grunted and pushed. Her tiny pussy-mouth was like dry rubber, resisting him, irritating the sensitive head of his cock. "Hell," he said, "your cunt's too dry. That ain't no fun."
He pulled back and reached behind the seat into some compartment and got a jar of Vaseline. He scooped out a big fingerful of the stuff and rubbed it all over his thick short prick. Then he approached her again, jabbing his stubby stiff dick up into the recessed valley of her cunt-mouth. This time his cock slid into her twat easily.
"EEEeee!" Mike squealed like a stuck pig as he felt his achingly bloated prick sliding into the delicious snug heat of her young cunt. "Baby, are you tight! Ahhh, Jesus, that's good cunt."
Cindy felt nothing, at least nothing pleasant. He knelt there, not touching her except with his prick, and there was enough distance between them so she could watch his cock going into her pussy. From her vantage point the pale stub seemed to be swallowed up into a little hairy hole. Her cunt felt very full. His dick was thicker than Pop's or Ted's, stretching her little pussy-lips very wide. His cock wasn't long enough to penetrate all the way to the end of her cunt, but it filled her hole stiffly, thoroughly. He sank his rod in all the way to his bloated nuts, and Cindy felt their coarse hair tickling and irritating her tender ass.
Mike raised his head and looked her in the eye. He was grinning lewdly, triumphantly. "My cock's all the way in you now, baby," he rasped. "How does it feel? You like it?"
Cindy's pert childish face wrinkled with disgust. "Oh, just do it," she snapped. "Do it and get it over with. I want to get away from you."
Mike laughed. "Well, maybe you'll change your mind when we get to really fucking. If you screwed before, you musta liked it. Come on, baby, you can tell me. Who'd you fuck with – your boyfriend? Did he get your little pussy all wet an' hot? Did it feel good when he stuck that stiff meat in there?"
"Oh, God," Cindy moaned, breaking into tears, "will you shut up? Will you just fuck me and let me go?"
"You said a naughty word," Mike chuckled. "But, okay, little girl, I'll just fuck you. I won't say no more. You ain't worth talkin' to anyhow."
He started to screw her, jerking his thick rigid meat swiftly in and out of her tight little cunt. The Vaseline made it lewdly noisy, an embarrassing squishy, slurpy sound that made Cindy blush and Mike grin. His coarse-haired balls slapped roughly against her little butt. He watched his own performance with unconcealed glee, noticed how his abnormally thick cock stretched her adolescent pussy-lips almost to bursting.
Cindy was beginning to get some pretty good friction now as his grossly thick meat rubbed hard in her tight cunt, and she had to admit it was halfway fun. She hated the man, but, as she'd learned with Ted, fucking was pretty good stuff. Mike raised himself a little, leaned farther towards her, so that his hard cock-shaft sawed back and forth over her tender clit. Cindy began getting sharp jolts of pleasure.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Oohhh!"
Her cunt stopped resisting his prick and went wide and hot and receptive. Her twat creamed helplessly, a slight eager moistening at first, then a scalding flood of cunt-juice. Mike felt it boiling around his jabbing prick, and again he scrutinized her, leering right into her eyes.
"Yeah, get wet for me, doll," he rasped. "I felt that, I felt that good juice. Now you're digging it. You know I fuck good. Tell me about it. Tell me how you love the way my cock's screwing you."
"Noooo!" squealed Cindy.
The word was negative, but the sound was joyful. She couldn't hold back those incoherent noises of pleasure, her sighs and squeals and moans, as Mike's thick rock-hard meat sawed deliciously over her horny little clit and deep into her boiling tight cunt. She just couldn't help it, it felt so nice. Dizzily she looked down at her pronged cunt and watched his thick dong pumping busily and in and out of her hair-fringed twat. His pale cock-shaft got wetter and wetter as her cunt kept creaming on it, and the noise of his fucking was lewdly loud, an obscene squishy-farty noise. Somehow even the noise turned her on.
Mike gazed gloatingly, hotly, at the panting teenager as she took the powerful deep thrusts of his iron-hard meat. He saw that he was turning her on. Her superb round tits had swelled up tight with arousal, the pink nipples standing out pointed and hard. Her pretty face was flushed a mottled pink, and her big blue eyes were wide and hot and glazed. Her little pink tongue nipped out to lick her lips, dry from panting. She was moaning hoarsely, continuously, as he fucked her.
"Come on, baby, come on," he chanted, "tell me, tell me how good my cock feels. I wanta hear it. You love it, don't you?"
Cindy sobbed and shook her head, but he knew she was sobbing from excitement, not fright. Her cunt was creaming like crazy, so that it was like fucking a tight sponge. He'd never known a woman to cream like that, overflowing her own cunt so that the stuff squirted out to wet his belly. He raised himself higher, so that he sawed powerfully on her tiny hot clit, and the girl screamed.
Then suddenly he stopped. He held his prick absolutely still inside her flooded cunt, and Cindy gawked at him in keen disappointment. Just when it was getting so good… God, she needed him now. She needed that thick hard cock working in her horny snatch.
He grinned cruelly. "Now you gonna tell me how much you like it? Tell me, or you won't get any more."
Cindy sobbed helplessly. She had to have his cock, had to come. "I want it," she wept, "I like it."
"Like what?" he persisted.
"Your cock," gasped Cindy. "I like your cock. I like you to fuck me. Please, Mike, please, start fucking me again. I want it so bad…"
He grinned triumphantly. His cock was aching to move in her tight pussy again, he wanted it as badly as she did, but he had to have this final submission, too. He had to hear her begging to get fucked before his victory was complete. It was going to make a great anecdote for his buddies – this knockout little chick begging for his meat. He could hardly wait to tell about it.
"Okay, doll," he said, "that's what I wanted to hear. Just a little appreciation, you know? Now I'll give it to you. Hard, just like you want it. I'll bring you off…"
Cindy writhed impatiently around the fat impalement of his rigid dick, wishing he'd just shut up and get on with the fucking. She was really beginning to understand what "horny" meant. It was that aching hot need in her pussy that would drive her to fuck anything available, even a man she hated, that desperate need for something stiff and fat inside her juicy little twat.
"Awwww, yeah! YEAH!" she screamed.
His prick was moving in her cunt again, brutally hard and fast, and she loved it. Cream splattered from her flooded box, soaking his hairy belly, and she clawed the seat of the truck. "Ball me, ball me!" she raved. "Screw me, fuck me! Hard, oh, Goddammit, FUCK ME HARD!"
Mike really put the prick to her, giving it everything he had, and then she was coming right before his eyes, screaming and shaking, her cute round tits bouncing like crazy. Her red-hot little cunt tightened around his prick and milked the jism right out of his balls. He'd meant to watch her, to gloat at her as she climaxed, but he was coming, too. He yelped blissfully and shot his jism deep into her convulsing cunt.
Cindy slumped against the door, feeling his meat shrinking inside her hole. She smiled ecstatically. Her pussy felt so numb and well-fucked. She wanted to just rest there awhile, enjoying that hot, tingling sensation in her wet little twat, but suddenly Mike was throwing her clothes at her, pushing her out the door.
"Get out, cunt," he said, grinning cruelly. "I got what I wanted. I don't need you any more."