"Okay, Summer, you got me off. Now what exactly do you want?" he asked, gasping for breath. The quick mouth love had taken more out of him than he'd thought possible. The sexy teenager was a real hot bitch, hotter than he'd found in some time.
"I want that big, meaty cock of yours in me. I want to give you some payment for picking me up. You didn't have to give me a ride, and you did."
"I don't need any more payment. I don't want payment. Hell, does everything have to have a price?" He sounded angry. Summer just looked at him.
Finally, she said, "Yeah, everything's got a price. I found that out in a hurry when I left home. I get picked up, you gotta fuck me. That's the way it is."
"That's not the way it is with me. I did it because you were in trouble. So color me a do-gooder who stuck his nose in where it didn't belong. But don't try and get me fucked up with your bent out of shape ethics. You're still so screwed up, you don't know what you want."
"The hell I don't. I want you." Her voice was low, intense. "I think I'd like staying with you. A long time."
Harry hesitated for a minute. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. She was offering herself to him. No strings attached. She didn't even know him and yet she was offering her body to him. He almost laughed except he knew how serious she was about this. She wasn't kidding. She really dug him.
"Look, Summer, I'm flattered as hell that you'd want to tag along with me, but you don't know anything at all about me. I might be an axe murderer on the lam."
"So I'll sharpen your axe. I've got nothing to lose. Now let's get it on." She crawled into the tiny bunk behind the two seats. She started undressing.
Harry sighed. If all else was unavoidable, fuck it. And that was just what he was going to do. Fuck it. He was going to fuck her box so hard that she'd gladly leave. She'd tear out running and not touch pound until she was a hundred miles south.
"Okay, babe. You want it, you're gonna get it. All eight inches of it rammed through to your chin!"
He struggled into the tiny coffin. It was like fucking in a cracker box.
Her hands flew over his clothes. In a few minutes, they were both bare-ass naked and playing with each other's body. Harry surprised himself at how, fast he got his erection back. In no time at all, his prick was jutting proudly up from his groin. It looked like a red flagpole with a plum perched on top.
"Such a lovely cock. I want to suck on it some more!"
"The hell you are! You wanted to get fucked and I'm going to fuck you so hard your teeth will rattle!"
He pulled the teenager until she was straddling his waist. She reached down and took his turgid tool in her hand. She raised her body until she could guide his cock under her. Then she slowly lowered herself until the tip of his cock pressed into her pussy lips.
She looked down into his eyes. He was smirking at her as if she didn't really think she knew what was happening.
With sudden resolve, she dropped. She simply relaxed the muscles in her legs and dropped. She took in his full eight inches with a swoop. Both gasped in unison.
Summer got a full cunt of cock in a split second. She felt the massive dong rearranging her insides. Her tissues were stretched in all directions to accommodate the stiff invader. Her hole was still dry. The friction along her cunt was excruciating. But it didn't matter. She had his prick where she wanted it.
Hairy almost yelped with the sudden intrusion into the girl's pussy. One second his cock was in the cool air of the cab. The next instant, he was surrounded by hot flesh. Her cunt gripped firmly at his dong. The dry skin seemed reluctant to let his cock slip and slide up the channel as it should. He let out a deep sigh as he felt her pussy beginning to seep the oils necessary to properly grease her entire cunt. When the fluids ran down into his pubic hair and tickled his balls, he knew she was really ready to fuck.
"Get on with it, kid. I'm getting tired of waiting," he said.
She got her knees under her and slowly lifted.
Harry thought he was going to lose his mind. The vacuum on his cock was almost unbearable. It was as if she was drawing his guts out through the end of his dong. He'd never felt such an incredible build-up in a woman's cunt before.
He reached out and took hold of her jiggling boobs. The skin seemed to flow under his grasp. Although firm, the flesh of her tits was also plaint. Like putty, he was sure he could rearrange her boobs into any shape he wanted.
He tried. He squeezed down hard. He made sure that the tiny buttons of her nipples stuck out between his fingers. He clamped down hard on the lust pebbles.
She gasped as flames shot into her chest. Having the spike of cock impaling her body was one thing, having the man actively fondling her tits was another. He was manhandling her in exactly the way she loved the most. He was stimulating her, giving her the full benefit of his powerful hands.
She wanted him to crush her tits. She wanted to feel his fingers digging into her flesh, mistreating her, bruising her. It was only right. She was a tramp, a whore who sold her body for rides around the country. She wanted to be punished. And it felt so damned good!
"Ummm, more, harder, ohhhh!" she moaned.
He seemed to obey her demands. His fingers gripped her boobs until red stripes appeared. He left his handprints wherever he touched her. When he was finished with the flesh of her silky, creamy tits, he began working on the brown of her nipples. His fingers gripped and pulled them out from her body. He drew them out until they felt an inch long, ten inches long.
She was lost in the sensations flooding her body. An ocean of pain and longing washed over her, threatening to drown her in her own perverse desires.
As the pain and pleasure stabbed into her chest, she began moving up and down on the prick firmly lodged in her cunt. A wet, juicy noise sounded as she lifted high enough to break the vacuum formed in her twat.
Without hesitation, she relaxed and let gravity do the work. She fell down around the cock again. It surged into her cunt. It was a flaming arrow shooting through her body. It burned at her guts. It drove her mad with lust.
She began twisting around the column of manmeat inside her. She could feel his balls under her pussy lips. They pulsed and throbbed with life. She wanted total release.
There was nothing left for her except the sudden rush of his fiery jism into her manhole.
"God, you're tight!" he muttered between clenched lips. "So damn tight I can't believe it!"
"And I'll get tighter. If you want!"
"I want, I want!"
She squeezed down on his buried cock with all the power of her stomach muscle. She was in the prime of life where she could fuck forever and not stop. The pressure she exerted on the dong buried in her cunt was like that of a vise closing.
She could trace out every contour of the prick inside her. She could even feel the pulsing blue vein on the top of his prick. The jerking motion told her now hot he was to fuck, how much he really wanted her.
He was almost gone mentally. His body was taking over. All his world centered wound his prick and the hot, wet, clinging flesh of her female sheath surrounding it. There wasn't a singe time he could remember when he'd fucked into a tighter twat than now. Even a couple virgins he'd had were loose and floppy compared to this chick!
"Keep going!" he urged.
"Don't worry. I dig this as much as you. Maybe more."
"I doubt that. Damn, but you're tight." He arched his back and drove his cock an extra inch into her quim.
Summer hadn't been expecting it. She felt the added pressure inside her build, then explode. She came.
"Shiiit, ohhhhh, Chriiiist!" she moaned.
Her hips thrashed and bucked around. She wasn't able to control her body as the ice and iron grip of orgasm seized her. Her body was tossed high on the winds of lust.
She was totally lost in the carnal wonderland of Harry's prick. She didn't want anything else out of life. She knew, even in her disorganized way, that she'd follow him to hell. Nothing was more important to her than this man's powerful, driving, fucking cock! Collapsing around his dong only created more of a sexual hunger in her.
She had to feed her appetite. She began working up and down his shaft with a corkscrewing motion. Fucking herself as hard as she could, she made sure her cunt was compressed as tight as possible along his entire dick.
She wanted him to know what she felt for him. This was her only way.
"How do you do that!" he moaned. "That! With your body so that it makes me think I've fucked an oven! Damn, but you're hot. And so juicy! I love the feel of that cunt juice all over my balls. It… it makes me hot!"
He lost control of his hips for a few minutes. His loins burned with desire. All he could, do was lift himself off the bunk and cram his dick into her with the power of his strong pelvis.
As she came crashing down, his hips shot upward and he impaled her. Their bodies smashed together. Their crotches began grinding back and forth. He stimulated her clit as much as she rubbed against his balls.
She came again.
This time, her cuntal walls convulsed along the entire length of his cock. It almost robbed him of his jism. He felt a red curtain of delight cross his mind. He tried to keep from coming. He wasn't sure that he'd succeeded until he found Summer still avidly fucking herself on his upright spire of manhood.
Harry had never blanked out that way before. This was something totally new to him. She was robbing him of his very senses. He was a slave to her expert fucking.
And she was only eighteen!
He couldn't believe it, not the way she used her muscles, the way she plied his cock with all the attentions even long-time whores weren't able to.
He figured an enthusiastic amateur was better than a bored pro.
And he was right. Summer was hot and hungry for cock.
"Fuck me, fuck me, damnit!" she cried. It didn't make sense. It didn't have to. She was doing all the fucking. She was losing control of herself. She lifted and fell faster and faster on the dick inside her twat.
She kept up the motion. She wanted to get as hot as possible before she came again. She wanted to luxuriate in all the little feelings knifing into her body. She wanted to keep them locked up until they overwhelmed her with a huge orgasm. Not a little one. Not a medium sized climax. A huge one.
With a twitch of her hips, she felt the prick spiraling around inside her cunt. The juices continued to wash through her. She was well greased. His prick slipped back and forth in the slot to her belly. The girl was breathing heavily now.
Liquid fire scared her throat and lungs. She was not able to focus her eyes.
The entire world was out of shape, out of kilter. All that was important was between her legs. Vanishing between her pink pussy lips, slick with cunt juice, was the cock that gave her more pleasure than anything else in the world ever had.
She decided it wasn't the size that mattered. It wasn't the expertise. It was the anticipation, the caring and mutual giving.
She figured Harry would give her the fucking of her life. He was.
There wasn't any doubt in her mind that he cared for her as a person, as a human being. He'd gone out of his way to be nice. He was like that. He wasn't the miserable excuse for a human the others had been.
Most of all, there was the mutual fucking they were giving each other. She could have fucked herself on his spike of pleasure. It would have been good. She didn't doubt that. She might have enjoyed it more than any of her other screwing.
But the important thing in this case was that each was trying to give the other the best possible.
There wasn't any selfishness. She wanted Harry to get his rocks off in a huge fountain of come. She knew he wanted her to have the biggest and best orgasm ever. She knew that they were meant for each other.
Harry just lay on his back and gasped. He couldn't believe how fast the girl was moving up and down his pole. She was fucking herself with almost blinding speed. The friction burned and seared and pulled at his done. His entire body seemed to vibrate in time with the girl's motion up and down on his prong. She was fucking herself so hard now that her tits bounced and jiggled in front of her body.
The way her eyes were closed, her mouth set in a grim line, told Harry that she was going to climax again in a few seconds.
He braced himself. When the orgasm seized control of the girl's tender body, he was ready. His hands shot out and clutched at her boots. He squeezed and rotated the globes of flesh.
Summer was lost totally in her sexual high. She felt Harry's hands on her jugs. That seemed to push her even higher. She floated and soared on the winds of orgasm. It was the longest, most potent our she'd ever had.
She cried out and moaned and thrashed around. He held her firmly with a grip that wouldn't release her.
For an eternity, the orgasm lasted. Then, slowly, she came down from the intense joy that wracked her body. She was drenched in sweat. She felt little rivers of it running down her body.
She opened her eyes and brushed a vagrant strand of hair back. She saw Harry's smiling face in front of her. She knew that he was the one responsible for pushing her to the limits of her endurance, the heights she had attained with her come.
"That's super, Harry, just super!"
"Yeah," he grunted. With her cunt still firmly stroking up and down on his prick, he wasn't able to say much more. He had to keep himself firmly in control.
When she started twisting up and down on his rod, he knew that she was going to bring him off this time. His balls ached from the stain of holding his jism back. He was alive, his body more aware of things around it than ever before.
Most of all, he was aware of how alive this chick was fucking herself on his prick.
She squirted his cock out of her cunt, then neatly snared it between her pink sex lips. She massaged and stroked and lewdly kissed his dong. He was lost.
As she came hurtling down around his cock, he blasted up a high arching geyser of jizz into her twat. This set off another orgasm in the girl's body. The touch of his fierce hot jism was all it took to pluck her sexual string one more time.
Harry blew his wad in one huge gout of sticky, stringy jism. The second and third were of lesser intensity. The jets following were nothing compared to that first monumental release.
He felt like the top of his head was going to blow off. His climax lasted and lasted and lasted. He was twisted inside out and pulled through a knot hole.
And he felt great.
As the last waves of his orgasm washed out of his body, he said to the teenager, "You got a way of getting to me. Damn it, I don't know what it is, but you have it."
"I'm glad, Harry," she said tenderly. Her hand stoked his stubbly cheek. "I think you're the kindest, best, hardest fucking man in the whole Goddamn world."
"Shut up, bitch. You don't know what you're talking about. What the fuck do you know about what I'm like." He didn't like the idea of having her hung around his neck like a millstone.
"That buzz off, huh? I gotta get back on schedule which means I drive like a bat outta hell if I want to get to KC before they start docking my company. Got that? Out of the truck."
He knew he wouldn't have the heart to toes her out on her sweet little ass. But he wondered how he could get rid of that puppy-dog adoring look in her eyes.
An idea began to dawn on him. It was worth a try if it would get her off his case.