I didn't want to go to Phoenix, so I had the salesman drop me off at the first place we encountered where there were any signs of civilization. He let me off and then roared off, accelerating to his usual hundred m.p.h. before he disappeared over the horizon. I never had found out his name.
Looking around at the terrain, I saw that I was standing in a highway rest stop in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't familiar with the surrounding country, meaning that I was far, far away from home, perhaps well over a hundred miles the way the maniac salesman drove.
It was more like a desert than anything else. The arid, hard-baked land stretched in an infinite radius around me, the asphalt of the rest stop a black patch in a sandy void. The sun was beating down unmercifully, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, making the raincoat I wore seem ridiculous. However I was stuck with it because I was as naked as ever underneath.
Not only was I inappropriately dressed, or undressed, but I still hadn't completely recaptured my sense of direction. However, I was navigator enough to know that Phoenix was in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go, and that it made sense for me to hitch a ride going the opposite way I had come with the salesman.
I looked across the road to see if there was a reststop on the other side for traffic going in the opposite direction. At first it was hard to make anything out, so distorted was my vision from vapors rising in squiggly columns from the hot asphalt. Then, squinting my eyes, I managed to make out a reststop about 500 yards away on the other side of the highway.
Before I crossed the road, I looked both ways, checking for traffic. The way seemed clear and I started walking across. But people drive fast out in the middle of nowhere. When I was smack-dab in the middle of the road, at the point of no return, the roaring of an approaching engine filled my ears, closing in on me from my right. I turned around just in time to see a huge black motorcycle bearing down on me, its driver looking like a man from outer space in his gleaming metallic helmet and sunglasses which wrapped around his face.
My reflexes took over. Intuitively I dropped to the ground, rolling away from the path of the cycle. As the roar of the engine filled my ears, I could feel the rough pavement of the road tearing into my flesh, my thin raincoat no protection for the tumbling I was taking.
I looked up expecting him to be gone. But here he came again, the identical image of his first assault. How had he turned around so fast? With no time to think, I buried my face in the pavement, my can exploding from the resonance of his tearing by as he narrowly missed me.
Finally I summoned the nerve to look up again. Good God, here he comes again! my terrified mind blurted. The same helmet, the same aviator glasses covering the same half of his face, the same unshaven grin.
Zowwww, he ripped by me. But this time I kept rolling after he missed me, willing to take the roughness of the pavement if I could reach safety off the road. I gritted my teeth, trying to fight the pain and dizziness, hoping a nice safe ditch was at the end of my journey.
Zooooooom, he went by me again.
Then again.
Again.
My mind boggled from the stress of my perilous journey across the highway and the incessant engine roar. Only when I at last toppled into the safety of a filthy ditch, practically kissing the dirt in gratitude, did my brain clear enough for me to think.
My ears sorted it out for me at first. The engine was still revving off in the background somewhere, but it was, so… like more than one. "TWO… three… four," I started counting them aloud, "five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten." Ten engines. Ten motorcycles.
Now my eyes started to focus. First they gazed down at their owner. I was a bruised, bleeding mess, with abrasions all over my breasts and belly and shoulders, legs and hips. I could see it all – my raincoat had been torn to useless ribbons in my rolling grind across the highway. I was all but naked.
When I was satisfied I wasn't seriously injured, and had gotten over the shock of my nudity, I looked beyond the vista of the ditch. To my absolute horror an entire motorcycle gang looked right back at me, bloodshot eyes boring holes in my naked body.
They were the Speed Freaks. I could see the name of their club on the back of one of their greasy jackets when one of them turned around to talk to the guy standing behind him.
From my vantage point it was impossible to tell one from the other. They all looked like images of the same person. It was as though my sight had become hopelessly thrown off from my trip across the pavement and I had five times double vision, seeing ten figures for every one that was actually there. Looking at the weathered, cruel, grimy, leering unshaven faces, I felt like I had been caught in a house of mirrors with a madman.
But it was no illusion. There were ten of them all right. I knew that because they all started fanning out around me, licking their chops at their good fortune of having run down a defenseless girl in the middle of nowhere.
Before they could completely encircle me, I forced myself up and started running into the arid expanse the highway intersected, trying to flee into desert infinity. As I ran, I shipped the remainder of my raincoat from my neck and shoulders, sprinting naked except for my red vinyl boots across the gritty sand and dirt.
I didn't hear them running after me, so after a few hundred yards I eased up, assuming they'd gotten discouraged in the hot sun. When I looked back towards the road, I saw them trooping up onto the highway, as though they had given up and were going to get back on their motorcycles and head to wherever they were going in the first place. Satisfied that I had gotten away, I stopped running and relaxed, walking away from the road so I could see what was going on.
They all mounted their choppers and revved their engines, filling the desert sky with the dark mist of burning petroleum. The one who was apparently their leader went to the head of the pack and then made a signal. With him leading the way, they moved single-file down the highway. I breathed a long sigh of relief, not even stopping yet to worry about being stranded in the middle of nowhere.
I should have saved my breath, because I was going to need it. They only continued a few hundred yards down the highway before the one in the lead abruptly veered left. He bumped off the wad and wheeled across the dirt towards me, the dust swirling in his wake looking like flames from hell and the driver like the devil.
The devil's angels followed their leader, forming a roaring snake of choppers veering towards me. The did filled the sky like a Kansas tornado as they fanned out, attempting to encircle me with their mean-looking machines.
On their choppers they moved so fast that there was no way out as when they'd been on foot. I ran this way, and then that, my legs pumping uselessly because there was no opening for escape. This time I was trapped.
There was no point in futilely running around in a circle any more, I realized. I slumped to the ground in exhaustion, giving up.
When I hit the dirt, my abused body completely gave. My legs shot out and spread on the ground. My back flopped against the sand. I was too spent to remember or even care that I was naked, my cunt probably staring at them like a bearded clam.
The next thing I knew the engines had stopped. The air was eerily silent. Then I picked up the breathing. Hard breathing. The hard breath of arousal.
I opened my eyes to see myself surrounded by ten of the greasiest human beings I'd ever seen in my life. But even though their faces were covered by grime and whiskers and aviator glasses, it wasn't hard to tell what was written on them. Lust!
I didn't have to have 100 per cent of my faculties to know that these guys had only one thing on their minds: gang-bang!
I wriggled, trying to go somewhere. A boot kicked me in the back, reminding me there was no place to go. My legs scrunched in front of me from the impact, splaying as my knees locked in the air. Even I could see the hairiness of my cum involuntarily flexing from between my tautly spread thighs.
"Look at that pussy," one of the gang drooled. "How'd you like to stick a tire-iron up that sweet little box?"
"Wonder what kinda traction it has," another said, rubbing the obvious bulge at the crotch of his dirty, skin-tight jeans.
I could do nothing but tremble. My every twitch just accentuated the gaping slit of my exposed pussy. In a moment the air was filled with a new sound – the sound of ten zippers screeching downward.
Their pricks all seemed to come out at once. They were all long and hard and angry-looking. It was a jungle of cocks, rough hands stroking and prodding them on to even stiffer erection.
I was hopelessly terrified. I lost control of my body, my heart leaping while my bowels gurgled and my bladder collapsed. Uncontrollably the hot urine came steaming out of my open box, drenching the ground below me. Steam from the scalding piss rose between my thighs, wafting into the desert sky.
"She's so scared of us she's pissin' in her pants," one barbarian said through a slobbering leer.
"'Cept she ain't wearin' no pants," another one snorted.
Now my bowels gave. I winced as a load of sizzling diarrhea surged from my asshole. The air was filled with the stench of fresh, terrified shit.
I was so scared I couldn't stop myself. Now the pee spurted again. Then more liquid shit poured out. My crotch was a sticky, smelly mess, awash in a gloppy, fetid mixture of shit and piss.
A group of normal people would have been appalled. But not the Speed Freaks. They loved it. I could tell by the way they licked their chops and whispered excitedly among themselves like a group of sex-crazed savages. And most of all, I could tell by the way they stroked their cocks, every prick in the bunch pointed straight at me.
"Who gets to eat lunch first?" one of them yelled.
A chorus of "me's" deafened me. Then the din abruptly stopped and the one who must have been the leader stepped forward. He had the biggest cock on him I'd ever seen in my life.
He immediately sensed that I was looking at his enormous tool. "Like it, don't ya?" he sneered. "Now that you've seen it, you don't feel so bad about gettin' fucked, do you, little lady?"
I hated myself. I couldn't take my eyes off his huge prick no matter how hard I tried. Although I was scared out of my wits, the message I couldn't stop giving him with my eyes was that he was right – I did want nothing so much as his hot, throbbing cock.
"Before you get it in your pussy, you're gonna have to give it a little bath," he snarled, arrogantly stroking his swollen joint. "I been ridin' all day and I wouldn't wanna put my greasy, grimy prick in nothin' until all the gunk's off. 'Specially when you got a mouth to clean it off with. Now swallow!"
He thrust his filthy cock in my face. The smell of stale sweat made my nostrils flare as he began cramming his prick-head against my lips.
When I refused to open my mouth, his fist suddenly loomed from nowhere and bashed into the center of my belly. As the breath whooshed from my mouth, he slammed his grungy cock down my throat, gagging me until I thought I'd turn blue.
The taste of his long dong on the seat of a motorcycle drenched his prick. Sucking his cock was so heady it was like wrapping my lips around the nozzle of a gas pump.
He turned around on top of me. Swiveling his cock in my mouth, he straddled my head with his knees while he faced in the direction, of my stinking, sloppy cunt.
I'd thought they were kidding, making fun of me, about eating my slime-encrusted box, but they weren't. I'd heard these motorcycle gangs had kinky tastes in sex, but this was kinkier than I had conceived possible for any member of the human race. While I was forced to suck his cock, the animal on top of me dipped his face between my thighs and began lapping the piss and shit from my aching pussy and ass.
The others cheered, saluting their leader as he orally soaked my two holes, eating me clean. I could feel the gloppy pee-diluted shit disappearing from my loins with each eager swipe of his tongue.
He moved his mouth expertly, as though he'd engaged in perverted acts like this many times before. Closing my eyes, I imagined what his face must look like, his whiskers having snagged brown globules of my loose shit, while yellow drops of piss trickled from the corners of his sucking mouth.
Inside my mouth his filthy cock reamed farther and farther down my throat. So deep within me was his dick that I could feel his balls crashing against my lips. They were incredibly hairy, and stunk of sweat and dirt. I cupped them with my fingers, trying somehow to control the thrusting of his vengeful cock by hanging onto them.
His balls were tight and churning in my grip. For the first time I became acutely aware of the cum that must be brewing within them, aching to be released in a sticky torrent. It occurred to me that soon his sperm would be shooting in my mouth. Within seconds I would be forced to swallow his greasy sperm.
Before I could prepare myself, it happened. Without warning his cock slammed an extra bit down my throat and then exploded. An avalanche of hot jizz blasted down my windpipe.
As his fuck-juice swamped me, down below his teeth caught the stiff nubbin of my clit. He actually bit me, gnashing away at my clit like he was trying to rip it in a bloody chunk from my cunt.
All this time I had been frying to convince myself that I hated this. Suddenly I realized I was a hypocrite.
Instead of attempting to scream because he was painfully devouring my pussy, I let out a long, throaty moan. Why hide it any longer? I loved what was happening to me!
A torrent of cream oozed instantaneously from the convulsing walls of my pussy. The ripping and sawing of my clit by his teeth sent fantastic orgasmic chills coursing through my body, the wrenching pain only an impetus toward coming. The spurting sperm gushing down my throat was like an aphrodisiac.
"Look, man, she digs it!" I heard a rough boozy voice enthuse. "Look at the way she's wigglin' her ass while Chino sinks his fangs into her pussy."
"Look at her asshole!" another one said excitedly. "Look how red it is. Look how it's sticking out. Somethin' must be pushin' hard inside her. She must be coming!"
In my mouth Chino's cum had finally stopped spurting, but my problems had just begun. He had deposited a load of juice to thick and too large for me to completely swallow. The sloppy goo infested my breathing passages, wetly clogging my fight for air. Fresh jizz dribbled from my nostrils onto my face, joining the rivulet's that escaped from my mouth. Within seconds, the whole front of my body was smeared with slick sperm all the way down to my tits. And feeling it cling to my bare flesh only made me come longer and harder.
The rest of the Speed Freaks were buzzing like a hive of bees in their excitement. They were too agitated to stand around and watch Chino get all the goodies. I mentally sensed this before I opened my eyes and confirmed the reality of my perception. In a greasy human knot they were closing in around me, slobbering to get their hooks in me. Again I tried to summon my horror… my disgust… my repulsion. But inside my heart leaped with wanton excitement. And between my legs my pussy kept coming, obviously hungrily wanting more… and more… and more.
The first of their cocks I felt was at my ass. Somebody with an enormous hard-on was battering away at my tightly clenched shitter. An unseen prick split the furrow of my ass, its hard head insistently nudging towards a penetration that I both feared and welcomed.
Rough fingers tore apart the sides of my ass. The head of the unseen prick was abruptly inside me, tearing apart my delicate tissues. I could feel the goo of arousal oozing down from my bowels, lubricating the plunging cock so it wouldn't kill me.
Even with the lubrication my supercharged shit-pit provided, however, his prick felt like it was going to split me in two. My connective fibers were stretching and stretching as the core of my being filled with hot, throbbing cock. Wriggling my ass and undulating my hips, I shot my pelvis upward, my asshole taking all of his prick to the hilt.
Chino's cock was hardening in the meantime for a new explosion in my mouth. But he never had a chance. His role as leader had been usurped by the animal lust of the rest of his gang. They poured onto us. His prick was torn from my mouth only to be replaced by one, two, and then three new ones fighting to jam down my throat, all of them nearly as long and thick as the original.
Down below, Chino's mouth was joined by a crowd of others, each of them eagerly gnashing and chomping to get a place at my cunt. Two finally achieved dominance over the others, each of them taking a side of my pussy. My cunt-lips were bathed by separate mouths, two sets of lips nibbling away at my honey-pot until I was ablaze with unparalleled desire, my cunt hotter than the desert sun.
Now two tongues plunged at once into the slit of my cunt. My fuck-canal was filled with the meatiest engorgement I had ever experienced. In my ass the cock still pumped, its head banging trough the connective membrane against the twin tongues orally fucking my pussy. I was coming so much I thought my bucking, spuming, dripping crotch would take off and fly in ecstasy, burning itself to pieces in its orgasmic glow.
The gang's pricks were stabbing wildly at me. Two slipped beneath my arms, filling my armpits with stiff meat like they were auxiliary cunts. I clamped down on them, giving them the pressure they needed to feel fucked, pounded at my body's adaptability.
All my fear and loathing had vanished by now. The only thing that I was aware of was coming. I hadn't stopped since Chino had first taken a bite out of my clit. Each new prick sliding against my writhing body accelerated the fantastic sensation of my prolonged orgasm. The climactic crescendo rose and rose, keeping my senses reeling until I had lost all track of reality.
Where I was… or even who I was… was no longer important as I writhed on the sand, impaled by a mob of long, hard cocks. Everything in my brain and my body told me that I was just a fuck-machine – a curvy, naked collection of wet holes, my only function to have cocks stuck in me. The three pricks in my face had all managed to stick their heads between my lips, giving me a mouthful of succulent meat. Cocks danced on my eyes, one each gouging into the sockets. I could feel at least one prick wrapping itself in my hair, its spongy head skidding along my scalp, trying to come on my head. The furrow of my ass was packed with extra cocks, at least two adjoining the one that was so exquisitely reaming out my butt-hole.
I could feel something gurgling in my chest, a tight feeling I couldn't ignore. At first I panicked, sure this was all too much for me and I was having a heart attack. Then I realized that the discomfort was from words, bottled up and trying to get loose. I pried the pricks from my mouth just enough to be able to speak, listening to myself as I instinctively blurted, "Come! Come! Come all over me! Come inside me! Cover me with jizz!"
God, how I wanted it! I was like some character from a horror story, a creature who lived on men's sperm. Spermula instead of Dracula. If I didn't have it, I would die. In my mouth. In my cunt. In my ass. All over my body. Matting my hair. Coating my stomach. Oh, God, I just had to have it!
"Come! Come! COME!" I screamed, insane from desire.
So spurred on were they by my wanton insanity, they seemed to be in a contest to see who could come first. A cock, searching for sure-fire stimulation, sent the tongues squishing out of my cunt as it barged in to the hilt in one shove. Its head scraped maddeningly against the end of my cunt, straining to explode.
In my ass a fresh gathering of shit squished hotly around the head of the prick crammed up my bung.
The pricks pumping in my armpits accelerated their movement, jiggling my tits with their vibrating intensity.
A cock slid madly between my cleavage, rough grimy hands compressing my tits so they could jack it off.
The three cock-heads resumed their battle in my mouth, each one trying to gain the advantage over the others by sliding down my throat and choking me.
Even in my belly-button someone was pumping away, using the indentation of my navel to stimulate the burning tip of his prick.
My body was wholly dominated by cocks. They stuck in me like pins. Except that they were the size of railroad spikes, bruising my flesh, tearing my tissues, ripping my body with pounding intensity. I writhed on the ground, it felt as though every square inch of my body was being fucked.
It was too much to expect that they would all come at on… But they did.
The explosion was monumental, unforgettable as buckets of steaming fuck-cream suddenly poured all over me, the special scent of male cum instantly filling the air. Even through I was lying on the hard crust of a barren desert, I felt like I was in some lush Garden of Eden. The smell of fresh sperm seemed like all the smells of all the lush foliage in the most fertile springtime in the midst of the lushest tropics in existence, intoxicating me with its reeking sexual perfume.
My body lost control of itself as it was bathed with a shower of thick fuck juice, both inside and outside. I writhed uncontrollably as sperm spurted into my asshole, mingling with the gurgling shit inside me. Cum drenched my pussy, flowing to places within me that I hadn't known could be reached by the male seed. My mouth filled with the stuff, refill after refill from the three simultaneously spurting cocks causing me to swallow so much jizz I thought I would burst if I didn't suffocate from it first.
On the outside my body was absolutely covered with the gloppy cream of jism. I could feel my nipples buried under swirls of sperm so thick it felt like someone had squirted Reddi-Whip on my tits. The furrow of my ass was slick with it. My thighs were glazed. I could feel it dripping down into my boots.
Their cocks jiggled within and against me until every drop of spunk had been sucked from their balls and shaken loose in me or on me. I was awash in cum, glazed like I was some sort of bizarre pastry covered with frosting.
Running my fingers in every direction, flailing my arms back and forth and sideways, I felt each of the pricks. They were slimy with their own goo, slackening in their mass erection as they finally stopped coming.
But my own coming was still going strong. I slithered in the nest of cocks and sperm, sensing each part of my body separately as they slid in the cocoon of male flesh and wetness. I begged for more, vainly trying to re-arouse their wilting pricks. God, I wanted it as much as ever! The feast of sperm had just made me that much more cum-hungry.
But it was no dice. They'd had it. Probably from all that beer they drank and dope they took, I recalled from the motorcycle movies Phil had taken me to at the drive-in in his truck when we started dating.
Phil! This was the first time I'd thought of him since the truck driver who'd picked me up back at the intersection.
And how long ago had that been? The sun was going down. Out in the desert that meant it was pretty late, maybe almost nine o'clock.
Who knew how far away from home I was. Phil was going to be back in a few days. What would happen if I wasn't there waiting for him like the good wife I wanted to be? I had to get home. I had to find my way back home.
But how?