Big Dick rolled into a diner and said to her, "Go get yourself some food while I get this rig tanked up." He tossed her a five dollar bill. "And get a thermos of coffee while you're at it. The bennies I dropped down the road are starting to wear off. I gotta pop a few more. With the coffee, I can make the state line before sunset."
Summer took the money without comment. She grabbed her pack and trudged into the diner. Just as the door was closing, she turned and saw Big Dick pulling out. He'd left her.
She shrugged it off. It was just as well. She hadn't wanted to stay with him much longer. She could see he was getting randy looking at her. There just wasn't much more she wanted to do with him sexually. The thought of sucking that black cock didn't exactly turn her on. She figured he would have delighted in face fucking her.
There was no way in hell she could have swallowed all nine and a half inches of his prick.
Better to take the five bucks he gave her and put some food into her belly. It'd been a long time since she'd eaten.
The aroma from the diner wasn't particularly appetizing, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She'd eat whatever they put out and like it. She was that hungry.
She dumped her pack beside the counter and sat on one of the small stools. It had part of the stuffing coming out of it. The rest of the place was as elegantly decorated. It was all early orange crate decor.
And the people inside fit the decor perfectly. A few truckers were seated in the back of the room under a sign saying "Truckers Only" and the other patrons in the cafe were apparently locals.
"What can I get for you?" the waitress asked.
Summer looked at the menu, scraped away a ketchup stain, then said, "Number three looks edible. And a glass of milk."
The waitress shrugged as if the teenager had made a bad choice and walked off, chewing viciously at her gum.
Summer sat, playing with her fork and knife until she heard a voice say, "Hey, Madge, I'll pick up the bill for the kid."
"The hell you say, Fred."
"No back talk." Turning to Summer, the man said, "Mind if I sit down with you?"
"Why not? You just bought my breakfast for me." She looked the blond, crew-cut man over. He wasn't bad-looking. She asked, "Why'd you shell out the money for my food?"
"You look like you can use the help. I've been down. I know what it's like. So, since a guy helped me out once, I figure I'll do what I can to help others. When you get on top of the heap, do the same."
"Son of a welfare thing?"
"Mutual protection is more like it. People on the road got to do that or we'd get stomped an all the time. And maybe die of starvation, to boot. Hell, I remember being so hungry I could've eaten my own boots, if I'd had any."
Summer laughed. She liked his easy going attitude. "The waitress called you Fred. That your name or a handle?"
"My name. You have to be into CB to ask something like that. Nobody gets stuck with Fred unless it's given to him at birth."
"It could se worse. A girl could have the name Fred given to her at birth."
Fred smiled. "Right, though I did know a chick named Freddie. I guess her real name was Fredericka or something like that. Said she was named after a queen. Not that kind of queen," he hastily added.
"I know what you mean. That your partner over there?" Summer pointed to a dark-haired guy sitting in a booth.
"Yet. That's Burt. Me and him, we been on the road for too long. We're starting to think alike. And when two guys do that, we're at each other's throats all the time."
"Where you heading?" The food was placed in front of Summer. She realized she had made a mistake in what she'd ordered. But since Fred way paying far it, she couldn't be too fussy. Free was free.
"We all take our chances these days. You willing to take a chance? I'm willing to take one with you guys. I like your looks."
"Then finish up your rood, if you can call that swill food. We're ready to roll." Yelling at his partner, Fred said, "Get your ass in gear. We're splitting in ten."
"Gotcha," said Burt. He stood and left. Summer heard the muted roar of a diesel engine from outside. Burt was warming the rig up to running temperature.
"Let's go. You get too much of that slop in your gut and you'll pop. It's bad news."
Summer shrugged. As she left, she wondered how much she'd have to do to catch her ride all the way to Chicago. Chicago was such a romantic town in her mind. The Great Lakes and all the fancy building and the sprawl of a big metropolis. Chicago was a damned sight better place to end up than Boston. She was sure of that.
She climbed into the rig. Burt said, "Into the coffin box." When she heaved her pack into the small bunk and followed it, he muttered, "She's sure been around. She knows the lingo."
"Yeah. Pull over when you find a nice place. Let's you and me collect on our investment."
Burt smiled but said nothing. Summer knew exactly what Fred was talking about. They wanted to fuck her. She wondered if they'd take turns until they were tired out, or if one of them would fuck her while the other watched.
She was wrong on both counts. Fred and Burt were a team. And like a team, they did everything together.
"This is a good spot, Burt," Fred told his partner as they passed by a junkyard. He pulled the big rig over with the ease of a veteran trucker.
"Okay, get those duds off. Burt and me want to see how you look naked."
Summer began to strip. She did it slowly, tantalizingly. She figured if she could get them worked up enough, they might not take too long in getting their rocks off. And the quicker they shot their wad, the sooner they would be back on the road, satisfied with their deal.
Her blouse came off first. She undid it one button at a time. She licked her lips, running her coral-tipped tongue around her lips and letting her eyelids half close. It was obvious she was giving them the full treatment.
She coyly pulled the blouse open to reveal her twin mounds of tit flesh. She heard Burt gasp in amazement, "Damn, what a set a chabombas!" As if she never heard him, she kept up her slow strip.
She pulled her shoulders back to make her boobs stick out even more. The ruddy plains were crested with the bright red of her nipples. She was finding that the strip tease was getting her hot doing it. Smiling, letting her tongue slowly circle her ruby lips, she continued her undressing in the small compartment.
"God, those jugs!" Fred exclaimed. As he reached out, she swatted his hand and shook her head. She didn't want him feeling up the merchandise yet. She wanted him rock-hard and ready to fuck a hole in the ground.
Wiggling her hips, she began working out of her jeans. Since she couldn't stand up, this was less sexy. But the effect on the two men was obvious. Burt was rubbing his crotch. Fred was beginning to show every sign of already having a painful hard-on.
"How do you guys like what you see so far?" she said in a throaty voice.
"I like, I like!" Fred exclaimed. He began stripping off his own jeans. Burt had already begun the task and was about out of his.
Clad only in lime green panties, Summer stretched like a jungle cat. Her body seemed to glow in the morning light. It had a clear, clean look to it. She could have been a fashion model.
"Outside," said Burt. "I'm too Goddamn horny to wait for sloppy seconds like I did last time."
"Both of us at once?" Fred inquired. His eyes never left that naked teenager in the back of the truck.
"Yeah."
"Okay, chick. Out."
"Here?" she asked. Looking out the window, all she could see was a junkyard.
"Yeah, here. And get those panties off. We wanna look at your bush. I wanna see what it looks like."
Summer wormed free of her panties and stuffed them in the top of her pack. She had bad vibes about what was going to happen. She wasn't going to get stranded here without her pack. As she climbed out of the cab, she tossed her pack with her clothing in it behind a wrecked Ford. Neither of the men took any notice. They were too busy stripping for action.
Shirts off, too, they turned to her and said, "Get your little ass over here. I'm going to take you up your gooey little cunt. Burt, there, he's got a thing for ass fucking."
"Now wait," Summer said, backing away, "I don't mind it up the cunt but not up my rear! I…"
Burt streaked across the gap between them, turned her around and had thrust his prick between the meaty slabs of her ass before she could say anymore.
Fred came over, his cock bouncing up and down as he moved. He held it in a callused hand. "And this goes up the front slot. And a hot slot I'll bet it is, too."
"Shut up with your gab and get it on, Fred," Burt told his partner.
Summer shuddered at the feel of Burt's cock nudging into her anus. She was still torn and raw from the monster Big Dick. Even though Burt wasn't anywhere near as huge as the black trucker, he was still pretty big. She didn't want that prong diving into her rectum any more. She would surely bleed like a stuck pig if he began fucking her with any power or skill at all.
She gasped as Fred stuffed his fuck stick up her cunt. The sudden invasion took her mind off what Burt was doing behind her. The filled-to overflowing feeling was a good one. She felt her cunt growing damp at the anticipation of getting fucked by Fred. His cock was enough to fill her up with ripping her apart all the way to her chin.
"Ready for it, kiddo?" Burt asked. He didn't wait for an answer. His hips shot forward and his prick sailed up her rear passage. They both gasped in unison. Burt groaned, "Damn but you're a hot one! Feels like I got a cock in a blast furnace!"
Summer wasn't able to say a single coherent word. Her body was being assaulted with the odd combination of pleasure and pain once more. Her ass hurt her terribly. Her entire ass was on fire. It was as if she'd sat down in a puddle of molten lava.
For all the pain assailing her from behind, there was nothing but joy in her cunt. She was freely lubricating Fred's prick now. The man was slowly, methodically, fucking her. The passage of his dong generated just enough friction to warm her erotically. Her need for sex was being fulfilled by the man in front of her.
She pressed her tits firmly against his body. She could feel her tits mashing down against his hairy chest. Their baffles worked together. Hanging on to his shoulder, she knew every time he reached full penetration in her twat.
It was so pleasant she could forget momentarily about the pain in her ass. Fred used a rotating motion to enter her that made sure each part of her cunt received the full attention of his turgid prick. Her pussy lips compressed and closed around his driving cock.
She began to work her sex lips around the huge bludgeon of dang going in and out of her carnal passageway. She loved the feel of her rigid pussy lips on the sides of his shaft. The way it sent tremors of joy into her body made up for the pain Burt was inflicting on her rectum.
"Let's do it right," said Fred. "All together now, one, two, three!"
On the count, they both rammed full bore into her. She screamed her pain and joy. The conflicting emotions became confined in her body. The ecstasy of Fred's cock driving into her cunt, the wonderful way his pubic hair stimulated her clit, the way her tits rubbed against his hairy chest, all these gave her the ultimate in human enjoyment.
The pain of Burt's cock driving through her tightly clenched ring of anal muscle was almost too much to bear. She sagged weakly against Fred. Burt said, "Again. Let's GO!"
They surged upward into her body again. She felt both their cocks deep in her guts.
When the two cocks collided, she felt it through her thin inner membrane. They drove straight upwards for her neck. She was positive that the two pistoning pricks would tear her throat out. The intensity of feeling in her body made her weak in the knees, her insides feel like a plate of jello.
"Hey, I can feel your cock rubbing against mine. That's really something, ain't it, Fred?"
"Yeah. Now shut up and fuck!"
They did. Their cocks began a steady, rhythmic in-out motion that alternately drove Summer mad with desire and insane with the agony of her situation. She was being fucked by two men at the same time. Her abused asshole was being reamed out again. The torture of that was enough to cause her to pass out.
But she couldn't. Not while the ecstasy of having her cunt fucked kept her nerves alive and jangling with pleasure. Her brain was filled with good sensations, but her ass hurt badly.
The emotions mixed in her belly. She tried to sort them out. It wasn't possible. She had to endure having her tender ass ripped apart again if she was to enjoy the way Fred was fucking her cunt.
"Please, ohhhh, aiieeee!"
The assault on her body was too much to bear. She was overwhelmed by the force of Fred's fucking. She felt his cock begin to expand with lust for her. The cockhead buried all the way up her twat had enlarged. She knew that meant he was only seconds away from his orgasm.
That thought added fuel to the fire of her own lust.
He stoked back and forth with the timing of a metronome. He didn't miss a beat. He was a love machine fucking her. Through lust-glazed eyes, she managed to get a look at his face.
It was a mask of sheer, undiluted delight.
She wished she could have seen Burt's. The way his cock was driving deeply into her anal passage, she thought he must be getting off on his Greeking in a big way. Her tissues were too damaged for her to be able to sense the condition of his prick.
She thought it must be growing in lust, too. The head seemed larger now than when he'd started butt fucking her. It might have been her imagination, though. Not being able to see what was going on made her mind fill in all the blanks.
She would always imagine more happening than actually was occurring. One thing she could be sure of, she dug Fred's cock screwing her in the cunt a lot more than Burt's digging into her ass.
The way Fred was fucking, she knew he'd already lost control of his hips. They quivered and shook as they pistoned upward. She could feel the jerking of his dick as it buried itself balls deep in her body. The wet slapping of his balls against her cunt-mound added to her stimulation. She was pushed further up the slope to orgasm.
The man had never found so tight and hot a cunt in all his life. Even the one virgin whose cherry he'd popped hadn't been this tight. In comparison, she was as big as a sewer pipe. He wanted to get the maximum out of the screwing. He let his hips do as they would. All he wanted was the delicious feeling of fucking into the tight blast furnace of the girl's twat.
He felt his balls begin to compress. They were loaded with a heavy load of cum. The pearly jizz was like ignited napalm in his sac. It demanded release.
There was only one thing he could do. As he fucked past the velvety cuntal walls and felt their ripply massage of his prick, he let loose with the fierce tide of his passion. His prod blasted out all the trapped jism. Spurt after spurt whitewashed the girl's cunt. His juices and hers mixed until her cunt was completely filled.
Limp and deflated, Fred's cock dribbled put of the manhole. He watched a thin trickle of the mixture go down the inside of the girl's leg. It was almost enough to make him hard again, watching that outpouring of pearly cum.
But not enough. It would be quite a while before he could get it up again. She'd taken quite a toll on his body. He was completely drained of strength and jizz.
Burt kept tap his ass fucking until he couldn't stand the strain on his body any longer. He noticed that his prick was coming out bloody. It didn't bother him. He'd been a biker for a while. He'd fucked the gang's momma's while they were in the middle of their period. A little blood even turned him on.
He fucked harder.
Summer was moaning wildly now. He didn't even notice. The sound of his own blood pounding in his ears was all that mattered. His cock was a living thing, alive and fucking. He kept it in motion until his wad exploded into her bowels. He creamed and jetted and blasted until his balls were drained of their load.
They pushed the naked, well-fucked girl down to the ground. She looked up at them, pleading.
Fred was the first to speak. "Get into the rig, Burt."
"Damn it! You just can't leave me out here."
"Why the fuck not? I bought your breakfast, didn't I?" Without another word, he turned and climbed into the truck. Burt was already dressed.
Summer watched them drive off, leaving her naked and angry and hurting like hell in the middle of a junkyard.