My head was still spinning from Ted's acknowledgement that we had indeed fucked as his truck pulled away. My pussy ached too much for this to be a dream, of that I was sure.
I checked my buttons to be sure my raincoat was securely closed. My nightie had been torn to shreds and discarded inside the truck, and now I was totally nude underneath. I started to panic as I saw myself somehow losing my coat and getting picked up for indecent exposure by a Highway Patrolmen on the interstate.
I looked around for a potential ride. There were three cars at the pumps, and none of them looked promising – a station wagon full of nuns, a Volkswagen with a middle-aged fat couple in it, and a pickup truck with a load of manure in the back.
Then my hopes increased when a fourth car pulled into the station. It was a long, sleek white convertible with the top down now that the rain had stopped and the sun was shining. The driver was a sexy-looking guy in sports clothes in his early thirties.
I waited around until he got his tank filled. When he had paid the attendant and was getting ready to leave, I dashed from around the side of the building like I had just come out of the restroom. "Mister," I called as I ran up to him. "Could you give me a lift?"
His blue eyes gave me the once-over. I guess he liked what he saw, because a grin split his face and he said, "Sure, hop on in."
The instant I was in my seat with the door slammed, he gunned us out onto the highway, accelerating quickly. "Where you headed?" he asked, showing me a flawless smile.
I started to give him an answer and then suddenly realized I didn't have one. I just sat there with my mouth open.
"What's the matter?" he said, pushing the car up past seventy.
There had been so much confusion with the rain, and the traffic, and the fucking, that I had lost my sense of direction. I didn't know where I was or where I was headed.
"Don't you know where you're going?" he said, as though it were a joke.
"No," I stated simply.
"Well, I'm going to Phoenix myself," he said, as though he encountered people like me every day. "Wanna come along?"
"That's 800 miles away," I said.
"Less than eleven hours in this machine," he said, pushing the speedometer past eighty. With the top down, the wind was blowing our hair straight out behind our heads. His hair was long and blond.
"But, really…" I weakly protested.
"Don't you know anybody in Phoenix?" he said, lifting an eyebrow. "Great town. I could introduce you around. You'd have a ball."
"But, actually, I was just going to the shopping center for a magazine."
"Don't worry, they've got plenty of shopping centers in Phoenix. The town is full of 'em."
"But, see," I explained, "then I was going to go home to read the magazine. Mid, well, I don't live in Phoenix, so I couldn't very well want to go there. If you know what I mean."
He was pushing ninety now. The other cars looked like they were standing still. The landscape was a blur. "Didn't you just tell me a minute ago," he said, "that you didn't know where you were going?"
"Well, yes," I said, "but I just meant I didn't know which direction. I got confused, you understand, and I don't know which direction it is to the Rodeo Shopping Center. You know, the Rodeo Shopping Center. Thrifty Drug Store. The Big Hunk Supermarket. The Colonel's. I was going to Thrifty's for a magazine."
"It's all Greek to me," he said amiably, his foot on the accelerator striving for a hundred. "I don't live around here so I don't know your shopping center from a hole in the pound. There must not be an adult bookstore there."
The expression on my face told him I didn't know what he was talking about.
"I'm an adult novelties salesman, see," he explained. "The only way I'd know your shopping center is if one of my clients has a store there. And since I've never heard of the Rodeo Shopping Center, I guess then isn't one."
"No, a Church of God got there first," I said. "They have drive-in services there. I guess the zoning laws or something don't allow an adult bookstore and a Church of God in the same shopping center. Do you mind if I ask you what adult novelties are?"
In the time it took me to ask that question, we were going so fast we must have driven almost a mile. And since we'd left the gas station, there was no telling how far we'd driven. Nothing looked familiar, so we must have been going the wrong way.
"Adult novelties," he said, "are what you might call sex aids. Only my company calls them adult novelties to avoid any lawsuits for practicing medicine without a license."
"Well, what are they?" I blurted, my anxiety over being lost surfacing in the way I asked the question.
"Rubber pricks. Plastic cunts. Like that," he said breezily like a plunging supplies dealer discussing his inventory. "Films and magazines of people screwing. Haven't you ever been inside an adult bookstore?"
"No," I confessed.
"They're a trip," he said brightly, his foot to the floor as the car did well over a hundred. We were shouting to be heard over the wind. And every word moved me a couple of hundred yards away from home. "Wanna see some?" he yelled.
If it would stop the car so I could get my bearings, I was for it. "Sure!" I shouted.
He handled the car like a race driver, braking down and sliding over from the fast lane until he was rolling on the side of the road, finally going off it. The dust kicked up in the air as we rumbled along, two tires on the pavement, two on the dirt, as he looked for a place to pull over.
Suddenly he lurched the car to the right and a big field loomed in front of us, bigger than five football stadiums. He drove all the way to the outer edge of it, the dust from the spinning tires filling the air like a plague of locusts. Then, as abruptly as he had turned into the field, he was standing on the brakes as we careened towards an infinity of six-feet-tall corn stalks. Just as I thought we were going to plow into the corn, the car slammed to a stop, the dust swirling around us like a tornado.
He jumped out of the car and ran around to the rear. Opening the trunk, he pulled out a valise. "Now, if you care to adjourn to the corn patch," he said with a big smile, "I'll show you my etchings."
Before I answered, I took stock of the situation. It had turned into a beautiful day. The sky was cloudless turquoise. The sun was shining gloriously. After day's and days of constant boredom and loneliness it seemed like it was the first time the sun had shined for me in ages. I couldn't help but think that back in the city it was probably still raining.
And the man I was with was gorgeous. Who needed to know his name? I'd never seen him before, and I would probably never see him again – but right now I had to admit that I was thrilled to be with him. Why worry about getting home to more frustration and loneliness when I felt so good! Home only meant heartache. Going into the corn patch with this dude and looking at his adult novelties meant… who knew?
"Well?"
"Sure," I said. "Lead the way."
His sample case swinging in his hand, he plowed a path through the corn patch. Dutifully I got out of the car and followed him, feeling the corn stalks snap against my body while I made my way through their gauntlet.
Finally we came to a clearing. Hidden from the mad and any nearby farmhouse by the surrounding corn, we sat down on the pound with only his sample case between us.
"What do you want to see first?" he asked.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"Well, I have things… you know, stuff… appliances you might say… and I have pictures. Samples of the latest adult magazines."
"What kind of magazines?" I asked. "Maybe I've read some of them. What are their titles?"
He grinned. "You sure you want to hear?"
I nodded my head yes.
He grinned again. "Cunt-Lapping is a popular one. Then there's High-Class Screwing. Twin Pussies. Rear-Entry Coming. Sweet Blow-Job. Animal Fucking."
I blushed.
"You were expecting Playboy and Penthouse?" he laughed. "My stuff makes them look like Little Golden Books. Let me show you."
Before I could say anything he had opened his sample case, pulling out a handful of brightly colored magazines.
"Now here's an interesting one," he said. "Farm Fucking. Look at this shot of the horse's cock splitting the woman's pussy. You can't believe the quality of the color they get in these pictures. Those Danes are geniuses with the camera." He thrust the magazine in my face so I had no choice but to look. What he said was true. Before my eyes was a two-page spread of the fleshy haunches of a nude woman, spread to the ultimate as photographed from the rear. Her hairy, glistening pussy was almost a foot high in the picture. Its pink lips were split apart, engorged by a long, black disembodied tube. The white milk of cum was drooling from her outer cunt-folds, its stickiness catching the rays of the sun in the camera's lens.
"Where's the horse?" I said.
"In her pussy, like I said."
"That could be anything."
"It could," he said, "but it's a horse." He flipped the glossy pages so I could see the smaller pictures of the home mounting the open-cunted woman, and before that pictures of her actually sucking the animal's erect prick.
I was shocked by the magazine. But, at the same time, although I knew I should be sick to my stomach with revulsion at the depiction of such an unnatural act, I felt oddly excited. I squirmed around on the ground, trying to get ahold of myself.
"How about this?" he said, flipping to the back of the book. I couldn't believe my eyes as they stared straight at a color picture of the same woman's pussy being split by the pink meat of an enormous hog's curlicued cock. She was kneeling on some hay and he was mounted over the back of her like he was fucking another pig. Rolls of his bristly fat slopped her sides, engulfing her in pinkish corpulence.
I wanted to show my distaste. But instead of an "ugh" emitting from my mouth, my tongue emerged, running wetly over my lips like I was hungry. Down below, without warning, I felt my pussy start to spasm.
"Turn you on?" the salesman grinned, moving around the sample case towards me.
"No, I think it's disgusting," I started to say. Then something forced me to change the last word to "interesting. It's very interesting," I repeated.
"What kind of people buy that sort of thing?"
"Horny people," he said.
"I hope you don't think that includes me," I said, fighting to stay in control of myself.
"Well, if you're not now, you will be when you see what else is in my case," he said confidently, reaching over to flip open its contents before my eyes.
I couldn't believe it. Never had I seen such a display of pure, unadulterated sex. Every picture in every magazine was utterly filthy, a battalion of cocks and pussies and assholes and tits staring me in the face.
But the dirty pictures were just the beginning. A forest of plastic and rubber devices poked out of the case. I didn't know what they were called, but I knew what they were supposed to represent. Latex cocks of various, sizes loomed out of the open case. Spongy artificial pussies grinned lewdly at me. In addition, there were other items which I couldn't identify, but which reeked of sex and perversion. When he told me what he did for a living, I hadn't been that shocked by it. But when I saw his wares, I was more than shocked. In spite of myself, I was hopelessly aroused! My pussy instantaneously bubbled.
Why deny it? I thought. Here I was on a beautiful day all by myself with a beautiful man and a suitcase full of goodies. At home it was probably still raining. There was no reason not to take advantage of being here unless I wanted to punish myself. Why should I worry about it? Besides, with this suitcase full of treasures in front of me, who knew, I might learn something.
"What's this?" I said, picking up something that looked like an egg.
"A Vibro-E," he said, then proceeded to give me what must have been his standard sales spiel. "It's based on a principle that Oriental women have been using to sexually satisfy themselves with for centuries. The sex-egg. See, you stick it up your pussy and then it gives your orgasms all day while you're walking around. Only this one is better because it's got a vibrator inside of it. Not only does it fit inside your cunt, it wiggles around in there. Put one of these babies up your snatch and you'll never forget it. How about an absolutely free sales demonstration? No obligation, ma'am. But I know you'll be completely satisfied. Plus, it comes with a ninety-day guarantee."
He was so persuasive I didn't see how I could say no. Besides, my curiosity was burning to try the Vibro-Egg out, not to mention my hot, sopping cunt.
"Okay," I agreed, my hands going to the buttons of my raincoat.
My salesman friend obviously thought he was a pretty slick character. But, believe me, his aplomb turned to wide-eyed gawking like you'd expect on the face of a kid when I unbuttoned my raincoat and stripped it, off, exposing my totally naked body. Somehow it made me feel better that I'd stunned him, and I emphasized the sensation by thrusting my chest out at him, making him gape at my jiggling jugs.
While he was still gawking, I arched the top of my body backward. Leaning back on my elbows, I thrust my legs out from the kneeling position, raising my flexed knees and parting my thighs. I thought his eyeballs would pop completely out of his head as he took in the sight of my hairy, open cunt. From his view my pussy must have been steaming.
"Shove it in," I said. "Let's see if it's as good as you say it is."
Through the V of my outstretched legs I could see his trembling hands grabbing for the Vibro-Egg. My drooling pussy burned in anticipation. As I lay back and waited hungrily for the insertion of the Vibro-Egg in my pussy, I looked up at the sun, wondering if I had temporarily found my place in it.
Something divinely special happened to me as suddenly my cunt was full of oval warmth. The Vibro-Egg was inside, pulling apart the meat of my pussy-lips, drawing the juice from the walls of my fuck-canal.
I could hear the clicking of him pressing the button. Suddenly the egg started moving within me, shaking my pussy like it was trying to jostle it from between my legs. And as startled as I was by the sudden movement, my hips lost no time in beginning to move with the stimulation, undulating as though I were being fucked.
"The ad says it will tickle your fancy," he said, recovering his composure. "But from the looks of what you didn't have on under your raincoat, I'd say you were about ready to let anything tickle your fancy today."
The vibrating inside my cunt was driving me crazy, the plastic egg moving around within me in all directions at once. "Eat my pussy," I begged, desiring similar stimulation for the outside of my cunt. "Suck my cunt while the egg is moving inside me."
He lost no time burying his head between my open thighs. His tongue immediately found my clit, twitting it back and forth until it was pebble-hard. The lips of his mouth nibbled greedily at the lips of my cunt, bringing forth a gusher of hot pussy-cream that lapped wetly against his face.
I closed my thighs around his head, trapping him at my cunt. His lancing tongue was the perfect complement to the vibrating egg in my pussy, repeatedly stabbing my clitoris while the interior of my cunt shimmied and shook. The stimulation of my love-button sent off a five-alarm fire of desire through out my body, the flames emanating from inside my pussy and scalding my entire being. "Your cock!" I cried. "Pull it out so I can suck it!"
He lost no time kicking off his pants and swinging around on top of me, his mouth swiveling against my puffy cunt. Within seconds we were in the sixty-nine position, with the added dimension of the Vibro-Egg inside my pussy. His prick stabbed mercilessly in my face, a long thick tool that was more like a bludgeon than a bodily organ.
My lips slid against his slick prick, desperately frying to snare it so I could gobble it up. Finally I was forced to grab the slippery rod with my hands, feeling in wonder as my fingers closed around the pulsing shaft.
His cock was huge, even bigger than Ted the truck driver's. I couldn't believe the luck I had had in stumbling onto two such monstrous cocks in a single day. Especially when I had gone almost two weeks without any sort of cock at all.
My clutching fingers brought the head of his prick to my open lips. Taking a deep breath, I closed my mouth over his cockhead, feeling it fill my oral cavity immediately. Savoring the sweetness, I ran my tongue over the heart-shaped knob at the end of his tool, thrilled to have a dick in my mouth.
Down below, his tongue was going crazy. It accompanied the vibrating of the egg in my pussy by lacing my clit with searing stabs and then traveling the ravine of my frothing cunt-lips, finally scooting all the way down to the bottom of my crotch. When the tip of his tongue reached my asshole, I shivered at his touch.
Mumbling around his mouth-fucking prick, I begged him to eat my ass, pleading with him to ass-fuck me with his tongue. He bathed my butt, wetting my shitter with his lips for lubrication just before he penetrated. Still kissing my bung-hole, he jabbed excitingly up my tight shitter, filling my second orifice with at least three inches of hot, throbbing meat.
Inside my cunt the Vibro-Egg was going crazy, shaking like it was going to fly apart within me. Seeking to maximize the sensation, I threw my hand down between my lets, twisting my fantastically erect clit between my fingers. My joy-button was at least an inch of hopelessly aroused gristle in my squeezing grasp, acting like a spigot that unleashed constant buckets of creamy goo from between my cunt-lips.
With my free hand I searched around for the sample case which was lying open right beside us. When my fingers reached the jumble of magazines and sex aids, they scrambled for something I could use to further enhance our slurping union, dying to push the thrills to the maximum.
Instinctively I knew what I was looking for. The slick skin-like latex of ten inches of dildo slid against my fingers and I reflexively grabbed, gripping it like I would a real prick.
I knew what I was going to do with the dildo all along. Its target had been staring me in the face while the salesman gruntingly squatted over my face and fucked my mouth deeper and deeper with his prick. He had an asshole that was golden from blond hair swirling around it, the pink anal ridges nestled under wispy yellow curls.
I pressed the cylindrical bulb at the end of the dildo between the cheeks of his ass. With wide eyes I watched my hand guide it to the opening of his asshole, rubbing against his bung in preparation for entry.
The head or the dildo was so big that I didn't see how it could fit into the tight hole of his ass. But I was determined to try it. "This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me," I muttered under the handicap of his cock in my mouth.
I don't suppose he heard me, and if he did, I'm sure he didn't understand my cock-distorted words. However, what he could not ignore was the sudden thrust of a circumference of at least six inches suddenly penetrating his tight shit-pit. The bulbous head of the dildo pulled apart the narrow outer walls of his ass, stretching them within seconds to ten times their normal limits, turning his shitter into an engorged chasm.
Clinching the base of the dildo for a further thrust, my fingers bumped over the plastic shield at the bottom of the wondrous man-made cock. Something rose from the base, like a switch.
A switch. This was another vibrating sex tool, like the egg whining in my cunt. Except that this one was in the shape of a cock. My heart leaped from the possibilities it presented.
Flicking the switch, I heard the thick rod I was gripping start to hum. The flesh around the asshole at which I was gazing started to jiggle in a blur, the blond rectal hair flying out askew from the shock of the vibrating dildo. The vibrations made it easier to keep slipping the ingenious implement farther and farther in. Within a minute I was penetrating his asshole all the way up to my fist, the full expanse of the dildo fully engorged in his whip-sawing butt.
The electronic reaming of his asshole only served to drive his prick farther and farther into my mouth. The more I corn-holed him, the more his dick was shoved out from his groin. There was only so much space available inside his ass, and the distention caused by the dildo within the core of his body was pushing his dick farther and farther away from its normal place. The phenomenon served to artificially elongate his prick, providing it with perhaps an extra two inches of thrust, which I eagerly took down my throat.
As we writhed on the soft pound, the slurping of our genitals and mouths accompanied by the whirring of the appliances within us, I felt my desire increase by the second. Every step further we took in our automated coupling just made me want more. The farther I shoved the quivering dildo up his asshole, the hornier I got. The more he ate my pussy, the more twat-cream I produced. As the sizzling rattling of the egg within my cunt continued, the more my loins burned. Every fraction of an inch of his prick down my gullet just made me want more cock, my choking gags also pleas for more meat.
My accelerating desire must have been transmitted to him through my shuddering, lust drenched body, because his free hand fumbling around in the sample case showed that he knew I wanted more. I didn't know what he had found until I felt it pressing at my asshole. The cock-head of a second dildo pressed my anal ridges flat just as I had done to his.
I forced my legs apart even more than I had them, trying to achieve a split so radical that my asshole would open for the penetration I craved and it wouldn't tear me apart. But nothing I could have done could have prepared me for the surge up my asshole when it finally occurred. Without a smidgen of lubrication the dildo in his hand ripped up my ass, its knotty head bruising against my ultrasensitive buff walls. The pain racked my body and I loved it.
I heard a switch flick and the column in my ass started to vibrate. At the core of my body I could feel the dildo in my ass whirring against the thin membrane separating my shit-chute from my cunt, only the smallest amount of tissue dividing the vibrating of the dildo from the shaking egg in my pussy. Maddeningly they rubbed together, giving me a sensation I couldn't have imagined was possible within the confines of the human body.
Even though every hole was filled, I still craved more. Lusting for variations that would expand my thrills, I pulled the salesman's dick from my mouth. In the same motion I extracted the dildo from his asshole and thrust the stinking column between my lips, lapping away at his gooey shit, loving its unique taste.
Between my legs I could feel the salesman following my lead. He dug into my cunt and asshole simultaneously. Then, in a moment, the dildo was out of my ass and the Vibro-Egg out of my cunt. Still vibrating, they switched holes, the egg pressing hard against my now-gaping asshole, and the dildo pushing its way between my drooling, parted pussy-lips.
The Vibro-Egg felt even more fantastic within the relative tightness of my ass than it had in my cunt. The salesman's fingers pushed the sphere all the way inside until it was swallowed within me, rattling my intestinal tract like a locomotive steaming through a tunnel.
In my cunt, the dildo, slicked with copious amounts of ass-slime and pussy-flow, slid easily in to the hilt. The barbed end vibrated agonizingly against the delicate mouth of my cervix, devastating my womb with its battery-operated shuddering.
Now the salesman was moving his muscular body around, sliding the dildo out of my cunt as he moved his head from my crotch and positioned his loins directly on top of mine. For the first time I could feel his actual dick pressing against the flesh of my pussy. Dildos and Vibro-Eggs were turn-ons, but they still couldn't compare with the real thing.
He let his stiff cock slide provocatively over my slimy pussy-lips, rubbing my maddeningly aroused clit with the ridges of his prick-head. He was teasing me, putting his prick all over the outside of my cunt, stimulating me every which way with it except sticking it inside and fucking me to the hilt.
Finally I could take the teasing no longer, fantastically erotic as it was. "Fuck me!" I begged. "Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me! Please, please!"
He worked his prick into my cunt slowly, letting ever inch of insertion have its own effect. By the time he was in up to his balls, the cumulative sensation of his penetration was unbearable. The ten inches of his cock in my cunt was an agonizing prod that I knew I couldn't endure without having an orgasm which would leave me on the brink of unconsciousness at the very least.
As he fucked me, within my ass the Vibro-Egg started to hum again. The bulbous end of his cock pushed through the thin membrane dividing my pussy and ass against the whirring sphere. The two of them combined to turn the sexual core of my body into bubbling erotic jelly.
My hand was still clutched around the dildo I'd previously had up his ass. It was no trick to slide it again up his shit-pit with one swoop, so lubricated was it with my spit. My thumb pressed against the vibrating switch and his ass came alive, bouncing and gyrating, the naked flesh quaking.
His prick surged deeper and deeper within me, my pussy walls clutching it like they would never let go. My clit was rubbed raw by the wire of his pubic bush and the thrusting bone of his pelvis, my entire cunt an inferno of passion. And every sensation was heightened by the shivering action of the Vibro-Egg on the other side of the thin membrane from my cunt in my ass. Hot shit bubbled in my colon from the whip-sawing action of the humming orb, stoking the flames that emanated like wildfire from my fuck-racked loins. "Come in me!" I pleaded. "Fill my pussy with jizz. Hot, hot jizz!"
"The first thing a salesman always learns," he panted as he shoved his prick farther into my pussy, "is to satisfy the customer."
He grunted, and then his prick expanded that extra fraction of an inch within me that the male organ always does just before it releases its syrupy treasure. The sperm poured from his cock, drenching my insides with sizzling stickiness.
With the first drop of his spurting sperm, I started to come along with him. It was not just in my cunt, but in my ass as well, the vibrating egg stimulating me to an incredible anal orgasm. Juices poured from the walk of both my fuck tunnels, creating a gooey froth between my thighs that drenched both of us.
The nameless salesman went wild as he came, humping on top of me like he was having a fit. His hands ran roughly over my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. It seemed like his whole nervous system had gone haywire from coming and he couldn't stop himself. I knew my tits would be black and blue from his gouging and pawing, but I welcomed it, loving every second of his brutal fondling.
Down below, he rammed his cock like he was operating a jackhammer. The thrusts were so brutal and continuous he seemed to be trying to break me apart. The humming plastic egg accentuated his pumping ejaculations, unceasingly vibrating in my asshole, shaking me from stem to stem.
My orgasm dominated my entire body, gradually making me as wild as he was. Then, as the cum stopped spurting from his dick and he slowed down, I surpassed him, my intensity growing by the second. My cunt walls refused to release their viselike grip on his prick, wringing it for every last drop of precious fuck-juice. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until his tightly packed balls were drained dry, sucked inside out.
I jammed the dildo so far up his ass that it disappeared, leaving the switch on so it vibrated all the way up into his bowels. I could hear the hot shit gurgling inside him, the fire within him forcing his cock to keep pumping through sheer physical impetus despite the fact that he was exhausted and probably wanted to collapse. But I wouldn't let him, determined to feel him pronging me to the hilt until I was finished coming.
Then, without warning, it was all over. However, it wasn't my sex-crazed body that gave out, but the appliances. First the dildo buried in his asshole stopped moving. Then, I felt a pop in my own bung-hole and the Vibro-Egg abruptly lay still. The interior of my ass felt singed like sparks had reamed it out. Puffs of blue smoke emitted from both of our assholes as a result of the burned-out appliances. An acrid smell filled the air before the wind blew it away.
"The batteries," he groaned. "The batteries and the wiring couldn't take any more. We burned out the transistors."
"I thought you said this stuff is all guaranteed," I said.
"With normal use," he sighed.