Gradually the afterglow of fucking wore off. After a nap, I woke up, completely coated between my legs and on one side of my body with sand. As I plunged my hand between my legs to quell the monstrous pussy-itch from the gritting grains of sand, I realized that the thrill was gone. No longer horny, I was just plain miserable.
And scared.
Just as lost as I ever was. And as fat away from home. I looked around at the desolate landscape. During my orgasmic excitement it had seemed like splendor. In the harsh light of fuckless reality it was a hot, unyielding desert, as forbidding as the terrain of an alien planet.
The dozing miner and his mule didn't improve the view. In the harsh light of reality, with his cock shrunken to a shriveled root, coated with sand, Prospectin' Charlie was just a scroungy old goat. Snoring into the sand, he looked like an old wino sleeping off a pint of Thunderbird. And Hector was a flea-bitten bag of guts, his cock buried in the sand.
I could have taken Hector, I suppose, and ridden him until I found the highway. But I was afraid he couldn't stand a rider, he seemed so exhausted from fucking me.
Besides, that would have condemned Prospectin' Charlie to certain death. I was young and strong and might be able to make it on my own. But, except for his cock, he was old and tired… and he couldn't walk out of the desert on his cock. Prospectin' Charlie had brutally taken advantage of me, but he had also saved my life. I owed him as much in return.
Instead I took his gun. This desert was a treacherous place. Then was no telling who or what I might run into out here. My paranoia was running wild after my experiences so far.
Also, I took a hat. The one off the mule's head. I figured he could survive easier without it than Prospectin' Charlie could without his. Hector's hat looked ridiculous on me with its two big holes for the animal's cars, but at least its brim kept the sun off my face and tits.
I trekked nakedly through the sand, using the rifle as a kind of crutch when the going got rough. I still didn't know which way I was going. Then I realized that I was heading east, purposely walking with the sun at my back so it wouldn't burn out my eyes. East. East. Was it leading any place?
The thought began to haunt me that I was headed the wrong way. The doubt burned into my brain as bitingly as the hot sun. I turned around 180 degrees and faced the way I had been coming. The sun dropping in the west blazed in my eyes like a fiery hole in the universe.
"No, no," I sobbed, "I can't go back! I just can't do it!"
I dropped to the ground, throwing the gun aside and beating the sand with my fists.
But when my tantrum was over, I was still in the same place, just as hot and miserable and lost as ever. Turning east again, I crawled forward, dragging the gun along behind me.
If I hadn't had the liquid from the waterhole and Prospectin' Charlie's cum, I'd have perished before the day was out. As it was, I was still moving forward by the time the sun went down. As darkness fell, I gave in to fatigue for the second time in twenty-four hours on the desert, sleeping once again in a bed of binding sand. This time there were no dreams, just the bleary fog of exhaustion.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I awoke, it was still dark. Night in the desert was even spookier than the daytime. You could see forever in the dark sky. The universe seemed expanded by a billion times when I saw it in the clear desert air, the black sky infinitely dotted by twinkling stars.
I lay on my back, looking up at the sky, trying to decide what to do next. The stars were mesmerizing, their attraction constantly riddling my thoughts so I got nowhere with my plans.
Finally, trying to force myself to think, I sat up and shook my head, pressing my fingers to function, but with no answers forthcoming, I was distracted again. This time it was the meeting of the horizon and the sky that caught my attention and held it.
Right at the point where the sand ended there were a pair of lights, twin stars hanging low in the sky. There were millions of stars in the sky, but these two were somehow different. Not only were they hugging the horizon, they seemed closer to earth than the others. Was it my imagination, or were they slowly but surely growing larger?
I turned away, trying not to be hypnotized through useless star-gazing. When no rational thought came, and I gave in to my curiosity and looked back, the twin stars seemed bigger than ever.
I shook my head trying to deny the apparent phenomenon. But when I looked once more, the two stars were even bigger.
Yes, I wasn't imagining it, they were getting bigger. The thought seized me that they were meteors, burning through space towards me. I'd wind up as ashes at the bottom of a crater. Some scientist would wind up looking at me through a microscope.
Scooting across the sand like a sand crab, I tried to avoid the apparent path of the racing stars. But wherever I threw myself, they were always heading straight at me. Finally I just gave up and lay in a heap, sobbing, "No, no, this can't be happening to me!" my rationality shot to pieces.
I don't know how long it took for the tears to stop. Like everything wpt my crying made the sand stick to me, and eventually I had to sit up and wipe my face off. As I did so, I couldn't help but see the twin stars gleaming in front of me, the biggest things in the sky.
But after a couple of minutes of continuous staring, I saw that they weren't in the sky at all! They were halfway down the horizon. Moving in a straight line across the sand.
They were the headlights of a car. I'd found the highway!
My hope renewing my energy, I clambered to my feet and used the shotgun to help me poke my way through the sand towards the direction of the advancing headlights. The highway turned out to be not more than fifty feet from where I'd been lying, invisible in the darkness. I'd have noticed it before, but there was no traffic at all. The headlights I saw must have belonged to the first car passing by in hours.
As the car got closer, suddenly panic hit me. How would the driver see me in the pitch black? He was probably going at least eighty or ninety miles an hour. He wouldn't notice me at all. If I ran out in front of him, he'd just run over me.
I propped myself up wearily on the shotgun and thought about what to do. Then, as my hand slipped from the stock onto the cool metal of the barrel, it came to me. The gun. I'd stop him by shooting one of his tires out. And pray he had a spare.
I dropped to the sand, lying at an angle from the road so the illumination of the advancing headlights would give me a brief light for my target. I figured I'd only get one shot, and it would have to be at close range because I was firing a shotgun.
Now the headlights were growing perceptibly by the second. When I'd first seen them, they must have been miles and miles away, visible from the horizon in the unpolluted desert sky. I could hear the whine of the engine. The dimensions of the car started to form. I could see a white top.
I cocked the hammer and trained the barrel towards the path of my growing target. Just when I could see the outline of the head of the driver and a passenger, the tires became visible below.
The barrel twitched in front of me as I squeezed the trigger. The night suddenly filled with the explosion of escaping buckshot.
I expected to hear the blam of a ruptured tire. But, instead, the air filled with the curdling screech of rubber skidding against the pavement. I saw the car swerving all over the road and shrieked, "Oh, my God, I've killed somebody!"
I expected the car to roll over and erupt into flames. Instead, it suddenly came to a squealing stop and doors slammed.
While I was still trying to figure out what was happening, another explosion filled the air and something whistled over my head. I screamed as I realized that it was another gunshot. Whoever had been driving the car was still alive and was answering my fire.
"All right, this is the Highway Patrol," a hard voice called across the sand. "Throw down your gun and come out. We know you're out there. You'll never get away. Tomorrow we'll be combing this area with helicopters."
I was frozen with fright. No matter what I did, it would be viewed as being wrong. If I took a false step, I'd probably be shot, and there didn't seem to be anything available but false steps.
The way it turned out, I didn't have time to make any decisions, which probably saved my life. If I had been anything but paralyzed and had moved a muscle, I might have been filled full of holes. As it was, the Highway Patrolman sneaking around in back of me didn't have an excuse to drill me and just shoved the cold nose of his revolver into one of my kidneys, telling me to drop the shotgun if I wanted to live.
"Well, well, Honeycutt," he called to the other one up on the road as he marched me towards the highway, "lookee what we got here. A Goddamn naked sniper." Then he leaned forward, jabbing the gun in farther, whispering hotly in my ear, "Tell me, little girl, how come you don't like the Highway Patrol? We're your friends. Seems like you went to a lot of trouble to come out here in the desert and try and kill us when the cities are crawling with regular cops you couldn't miss. Now what you got against us Smokies?"
By the time he'd prodded me to the road, I saw how dumb I'd been. If I'd waited just a second more, I surely would have seen that the white top of the car was coordinated with the tell-tale black bottom of a state patrol car, and that the occupants were wearing Smoky the Bear hats.
On the top of the patrol car the dome light was now swirling bluely. The gold badge painted on the side door glimmered eerily in the glowing light from above. Next to the car a tall Highway Patrolman stood gawking with a smoking pistol in his hand.
"Jesus Christ, Lambert," he said, "you didn't tell me it was a naked sniper with tits and a pussy. This must be a fuckin' mirage."
"Down, boy, down," the one behind me said to his partner. "Mirages are only in the daytime. Tits and pussy or not, this little bitch just tried to blow us sky-high. Now keep your dick down and help me frisk her."
"With pleasure," he said, holstering his gun and rubbing his hands together. "No telling what she might have hidden in the nooks and crannies of a body like that. A broad's body's got a lot of places to hide things."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. They taught us that in Highway Patrol academy," the one behind me said, pushing me towards the patrol car. I slammed into the side of it. My out thrust hands stopped me just short of clipping my teeth against the side-view mirror.
"That's right," the one who'd captured me said. "Arms out." He put a leg in front of my ankles and swiped backward. My legs splayed diagonally out in back of me. "Legs straight in back of you and parted so we can see everything."
"Who goes first?" the one who'd done the shooting said, practically panting.
"I do. I caught her," the one behind me said. "You keep the little bitch covered while I pat her down."
His gun barrel left my ribs. I could feel his hands running over my bare flesh. They stopped at my tits, the fingers gouging roughly over my nipples.
"Come on, Lambert," the other one laughed. "She doesn't have anything hidden in her tits. You're trying to cop a feel."
"Just following the book, Honeycutt," the one named Lambert huffed, squeezing my suddenly erect nipples between his strong fingers. "Just doing my job."
"Uh-huhhhh," Honeycutt drawled sarcastically. "I suppose you'd leave her tits alone," Lambert answered just as sarcastically.
"As a matter of fact, I would," Honeycutt replied.
"Sure, Honeycutt, sure," Lambert said, practically milking my tits. "I would, I sun would," Honeycutt insisted.
"Mainly because I'd head right to her pussy." At his words, my cunt started twitching uncontrollably. It was so vulnerable, so exposed, in the position in which they had me. The way I was spread, each of them could have stuck their hand up my pussy at once.
"You know the cunt is where these cuties always hide their stash," Honeycutt said to his partner, walking closer to us. "She might have a derringer up there. You'll be busy playing with her titties and then next thing you know she'll get her hand down between her legs somehow and blow your nuts right off."
"If you want to look at her cunt so bad, Honeycutt," Lambert hissed, "why don't you just go ahead and do it? If ft's booby-trapped, it's only be justice that you got your hand blown off."
"Well, that's the chance you've got to take in law enforcement," Honeycutt laughed lewdly, circling me and coming up behind me.
With Lambert still hunched over me, squeezing my tits, Honeycutt jabbed his gun in the small of my back. His breath was hot and musty even from inches any as he rasped, "Okay, bitch, now I'm going to check out your cunt. You move while I'm inside there and I'm gonna blow your fuckin' guts out all over the highway. We already have enough evidence on you to take any measure we deem necessary against you, so don't push your luck."
I winced as his fingers ran along the separation of my ass, sliding down until his hand covered my open pussy. I could feel my cunt-lips throbbing wildly against the palm of his hand, my heart seeming to beat between my legs.
"Now I'm going to stick my fingers inside here. Don't get any idea about moving around just because I have my fingers moving around in your pussy, because I'll blast you as sure as anything. It might even feel like I'm finger-fucking you, but like my partner always says, I'm just going by the book and doing my job. Don't get any wrong ideas and you'll stay breathing."
Two of his fingers slid inside my pussy, plunging up my tunnel all the way to the flat part of his hand. As he'd promised, he started moving them around, wiggling them within me so that the reflexive mechanisms in my cunt had no choice but to react by lubricating them. My box was suddenly, uncontrollably, sapping wet.
"Anything up there, Honeycutt, besides your hand?" Lambert said, still working on my tits.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, there is," Honeycutt answered. "About a gallon of pussy-juice. I think she was planning to drown us with it."
"Whew," the one at my tits snorted. "Now I can smell it."
"Like tuna fish," Honeycutt laughed.
"Is she clean except for that?"
He pulled his fingers out of my cunt with a slurping pop. I could hear him sniffing.
Then I heard him drop to his knees on the ravel pavement. He rustled in his utility belt for something and then I heard a click. I stole a glance downward between my gapingly parted legs and saw a beam of light. He was looking up my cunt with a flashlight, bathing my loins with light so he could see everything.
I felt his free hand puffing apart my pussy lips as the light shone up my cunt. His hot breath lapped my thighs while he squatted beneath me and looked straight up my pussy, not concealing the sound of his smacking lips.
"Wow, Lambert, you should see this," he drooled. "Her cunt is so hot it's steaming. I've never seen so much juice in a pussy."
"Maybe it's a trick."
"Only one way to find out," he said. "Naturally, I volunteer for the job, being senior man."
Something throbbing and stiff suddenly slid up my open cunt, bringing almost as much wetness with it as I already had inside me. I stole another look through the arc of my elongated legs. To my astonishment I saw Honeycutt's face disappearing into the bush of my pussy. Incredibly, he had stuck his tongue inside my cunt and was reaming me out with it.
"I know what you're doing," the one at my tits called down.
"So?" Honeycutt gurgled into my pussy.
"You haven't even read her her rights yet."
"She ain't got no rights," Honeycutt said, moving back just enough from my aunt to be understood. "Not when she tries to blow us off the road. Especially when she's wearing her birthday suit and she picks a night when I'm horny as well. Highway Patrolmen are human, too. Now excuse me while I do a little muff-diving."
"But we have to interrogate her," Lambert protested with a squeeze of my tits.
"Interrogate her tits," Honeycutt laughed and then slammed his watering mouth against my spasming pussy. His tongue shot inside at least three inches.
Lambert hesitated a moment, trying to decide what to do. He was apparently the junior man and straight-arrow of this team, but it was clear that the combined temptation of my naked body on a lonely isolated desert night and his goading partner were testing him. When I felt his cheek slide against my tits and his tongue slide down my flesh, swirling against one of my nipples, I knew he'd lost the moral struggle.
All semblance of official procedure was shattered as they licked me from both ends. My nipples, already teased into involuntary erection by Lambert's compressing fingers, became even harder as he sucked them with his mouth. He pulled one and then the other between his teeth, goading them into aroused hardness.
Between my parted legs, Honeycutt did the same thing with my clit, sucking it until it stuck straight out, and then batting it with his tongue. Then his tongue slid back inside me. Pumping me like a miniature cock, it turned the interior of my pussy into a cauldron of foaming goo.
I didn't want to be aroused, but in fact I was. Hopelessly. There was no way I could ignore the stimuli at my tits and cunt.
Each tongue seemed to be trying to outdo the other one. My body went into a tingling frenzy through the simultaneous assault on my two most erogenous zones.
Before I'd been too scared to resist. Now I was too aroused to do anything but give in. Manifesting themselves with a few spasmodic twitches at first, my natural impulses eventually took over until I was uncontrollably wiggling my ass. My pussy ground in Honeycutt's face. My throbbing tits squashed against Lambert's face, cramming one of my erect nipples halfway down his throat.
Catching Honeycutt's face between the cheeks of my ass, I jiggled it in my moist crack. The rest of my body writhed from the soles of my feet on the pavement to the tips of my fingers pushing against the side of the squad car. My tits were like glowing orbs on my chest, shimmering in Lambert's kneading hands. Pussy-juice was running down my legs.
Then, abruptly, I could feel Honeycutt's hot tongue pulling out of my cunt, his face leaving my ass. Instantaneously, my shimmying and wiggling stopped from the shock of his withdrawal. I anticipated the worst. Fear paralyzed me as something hard and round jabbed my backside. He had his gun out, I was sure. The games were over now. Honeycutt was a cop again.
I expected the stiff barrel to inch higher until it was plunked just under my ribs as before. But instead it moved downward, startling me when it unexpectedly began to slide down my ass. My God, was he planning to blow my cunt out of my body?
But there was something different about his gun. It wasn't as cold and impersonal as previously. It seemed warm. And it was bigger.
When it had traveled all the way down the ravine of my ass to the lips of my pussy, and nudgingly lingered there, it suddenly occurred to me that he wasn't pointing his gun at me at all. The blunt instrument that was now working its head inside my slobbering cunt was his stiff, throbbing cock!
"Oh, God, fuck me!" I cried out in relief, overjoyed at being screwed instead of being wasted. "Fill my cunt with your prick!"
"How do you know she hasn't got a booby-trap in there, Honeycutt?" Lambert chided from the vantage point of my tits. "This could be a trap after what she tried to do to us on the highway."
"If there's anything up there, I'll find it," Honeycutt panted. "I had dick-sensitivity training at the Highway Patrol academy."
For all intents and purposes Honeycutt might have been telling the truth about his educated cock. As he clasped my buns with his hands for support, he drove his prick to the limits of my cunt in one fell swoop. Incredibly, with the very first thrust, he gouged a pleasure point near the mouth of my cervix which sent my pussy fluttering. My body trembled from the stimulation of the most sensitive spot within my cunt.
"Oh, God, kill me… kill me…" I moaned uncontrollably, oblivious of the irony in my cock-induced whimpering. "Fuck me with your cock until it kills me!"
He answered by withdrawing his thick prick a few inches, and then ramming it back up my cunt to the hilt. The excess pussy-juice sprayed from my crotch as his balls slammed against my cunt-mouth. I met his second descent with twisting hips, wringing his hot, throbbing tool to its roots in my tight cunt.
Above, my tits were no longer enough for Lambert. I could feel his hot breath and hear him panting as he released my swollen jup and threw his hands to his fly. In a moment his Highway Patrol khakis were crumpled down to his Wellington boots, and almost ten inches of fiery hard-on was staring me in the face.
I expected his cock in my mouth momentarily, licking my lips in anticipation of its salty taste. But, instead, Lambert disappeared from view.
I couldn't imagine what was going on. Then, suddenly, behind me, there was a second probe added to the hilted one engorging my cunt. Lambert was pushing the head of his prick at my asshole. The ridged anal pucker flattened as he tried to get his prick inside. I could hear him snorting.
The two Highway Patrolmen had apparently done this before to stranded pedestrians, because they worked like the partners they were; I could feel the cock angling in my pussy, moving from left to right, as Honeycutt made room for Lambert. Coming in from the other side, Lambert's prick lanced at my asshole, the head moving under the lip of my asshole and chafing against the beginning of my delicate interior tissues.
Lambert's cock was so hard that with his hand guiding it, there was no way even the extreme tightness of my ass could deny its entry. Gradually his prick-head stretched my bung and worked its way inside me. The more it got in, the more I helped him, wiggling my ass in increasing excitement from every fractional inch of his penetration.
Within me the tunnel of my ass started to stretch out around Lambert's cock, and it slid like greased lightning up my ass-chute. All of a sudden two cocks were pumping inside me, divided only by a thin membrane, their pumping shafts rubbing hotly together within my fuck-racked body.
So pillaged by the two surging pricks was I that I lifted my head in the air and screamed. The exquisite agony of being double-fucked overwhelmed me. Orgasms were broiling inside me, charring the area from my navel all the way around between my thighs and up to my spine into sexual cinders.
Their pumping was unceasingly synchronized. First they stroked in perfect tandem. Then they tricked up the act, one of them partially withdrawing while the other plunged in to the hilt. When one hilted cock started to slide out, the other one took its turn in the maw of one of my gooey fuck-tunnels, slamming into the gushing core of my being.
Then Honeycutt's prick jerkingly missed a beat. The cum spurted like a gusher, swamping my pussy. Its hotness scalded my tissues. His sperm bubbled like molten lava. He buried his prick in me to the hilt and stayed there, spewing spurt after spurt of hot, sticky sperm into the furthest reaches of my convulsing cunt.
"Come in my ass," I begged Lambert greedily. "Now! Now! NOW!"
My ass sphincter desperately closed to its tightest around Lambert's prick, doing everything to make it explode. His cock began throbbing more than ever. Its girth bloated an extra inch in circumference, swollen with his impending wad.
Lambert pulled back just enough to be able to slam back into me with full force. As he charged his body back against my ass, I experienced one of the greatest thrills of my life. My butt muscles suctioned the sizzling cream from his prick into my asshole.
The raw excitement made me come and come and come, my body burning up inside. I grew increasingly dizzy, my senses reeling until my consciousness started to rapidly fade.
I dropped towards the pavement. My body was no longer under my control, only the twin cocks in my ass and cunt holding me up. But as their pricks stopped ejaculating and lost that extra fraction of total hardness, they started to slide out. My body slid loose and fell to the asphalt.
When I regained my senses, Honeycutt was straddling my chest. His ass rested on my squashed tits as he held his cock against my lips. When I opened my mouth, he pissed down my throat. Astonished at first, within a moment I couldn't believe how hot and sweet his piss was.
Between my forcibly spread legs Lambert was eating my cunt, lapping up his partner's sperm. As he licked away, my pussy heated up all over again, nowhere near satisfied yet.
My coming picked up where it had left off before I had passed out. Greedily I grabbed for Honeycutt's dribbling cock, lapping away the last drops of his hot piss while I worked my lips over the head. I seized his ass, pulling him closer.
My fingers seized his balls, vigorously pumping them for more cum. His piss had been sweet, but not half as succulent as I knew a load of his fuck-juice down my throat would be.
Before his prick had time to wilt, my mouth was sliding over it like a cunt, leaving Honeycutt no control over the use of his meat. His balls came alive in my kneading grip, gurgling with renewed vigor, the manufacture of fresh sperm churning them.
Between my legs, Lambert removed his face. He shifted his body so his cock slid into the well of my thighs. On top of me in the standard fucking position, he guided his prick into my waiting cunt. His face rested on my squashed, throbbing tits, licking my nipples while he looked straight at his partner's dick going in and out of my mouth.
Honeycutt and Lambert were just as good at fucking my mouth and pussy in tandem as they had been in their prior holes. I was oblivious to the rough pavement scraping my back as I writhed on the highway, the willing prisoner of the two fuck sticks within me.
Wrapping my legs around Lambert's waist, I brought him even closer to me. His loins slammed against me as we fucked.
Above, Honeycutt's groin smothered me. I reveled in the tangle of his bristly cock hair and musky crotch scent.
The moans and ales and squishing of our fucking filled the night. With the patrol car and our three bodies, we were spread practically across the entire width of the highway. If anyone had come along unexpectedly, the result would have been catastrophic. However, out in the middle of nowhere, with two stiff pricks up me to the hilt, it was impossible for me to conceive that there was anybody else in the universe except us three.
I wasn't interested in survival, anyway. I was interested in being totally, thoroughly and humiliatingly fucked. The more they brutally pinned me to the rough pavement with their pricks, the more I loved it. The erogenous sense of degradation that overwhelmed me was just as arousing and stimulating as the penetration of their two thick, pumping cocks.
My cunt, already wet from one load of male cream, squeezed Lambert's cock for more. When he came, it was even more exciting than when his partner had drenched my pussy.
Lambert's flow was somehow increased by this being his second orgasm within mere minutes. He choked my cunt with his thick rich cream. Singing against my pussy-mouth, his balls turned themselves inside out to spew forth their load.
His cum rolled within me. What didn't flood my womb slid back out of my pussy in excess, slopping against the cheeks of my ass and my upraised thighs. My asshole was quickly covered with it, the entire underside of my body a slick, sticky mess.
The sexual impact rolled my eyeballs back in my head so I could see the flashing blue light on top of the patrol car. It circled the sky like a beacon, its indigo beam eerie in the dark and limitless desert night. Then it turned red… yellow… green… orange… exploding in colors as my coming distorted my last perceptions of reality. The still desert sky suddenly became a Fourth of July fireworks display as I came and came and came.
Honeycutt answered my release, unleashing a hot, sticky load of sperm in my mouth. Like Lambert he was more potent the second time than the first. His cum filled my throat and clogged my breathing passages, gagging me with adhesive ecstasy.
When Honeycutt finally came in my mouth, my bodily defenses mercilessly took me out of it. A new orgasmic thrust struck me like I'd been hit with a flying brick and I abruptly passed out, Honeycutt's dick sliding from the smile on my lips.
This time when I fell into unconsciousness, it was certain that I was going to stay there awhile.
My body just couldn't take any more.