Summer was furious. Most of all she was hurt. She felt the continual trickle of blood from her ripped apart ass. She cringed every time she felt her tender behind. Big Dick and then Burt had done a hell of a job on her.
Fred she didn't mind. But the least the bastard could have done was take her up to the state line, then dump her.
She was glad she had learned enough to expect something like this. She painfully dressed. Taking a tampon, she crammed that up her rear end. It was the best she could do to stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure how long that would work – or if it would at all – but there wasn't a first aid kit in miles. Besides, she wasn't sure a first aid kit would help a lot with a mutilated asshole.
After she had dressed, she took out the CB radio and looked at it. She figured it had come close to getting her killed, but on the other hand, she didn't know exactly where she was. It wouldn't hurt to see if it couldn't help her out of this jam.
She looked around until she found an old wreck that still had its battery in it. Summer didn't have much hopes for it to work. Batteries were the first thing to go in a junkyard.
She was pleasantly surprised. Enough juice had built up in the battery to let her put out a weak call. She spoke slowly and plainly into the mike, "I'm desperately in need of a ride. Is there anyone out there who would be able to give me a ride?"
She added that last because she'd heard Rock Hudson say it in a war movie.
Summer kept calling for twenty minutes. The power meter continually crept lower and lower as the charge in the battery trickled. When the teenager was about to give up hope, an answer crackled trough the static.
"…67 receiving your message. Can you give us your…" and the signal faded again.
Summer continued to broadcast her location as best she knew it. Finally, she received, "…think we know where. Be there in a few…" and the signal died.
She hoped whoever was answering meant a few minutes rather than hours. Summer hopped up on top of a wreck and waited. In less than den minutes, a station wagon came along. A man and a woman were in it. The CB antenna bounced around where it was fastened to the roof of the car.
She was happy to see someone besides truckers answering her CB call. Maybe this time would be different. Hell, it would have to be. This was obviously a middle class couple, sedate and well-off. They would be glad to take her along to wherever she wanted.
Summer was certain of it.
"Hey, you the girl that called for a ride?" the man yelled.
"Sure am. Can you give me a lift?"
"Where to, dear?" asked the woman. They were a couple in their middle thirties. Summer liked them a lot. They looked so staid and plain and commonplace after the rough and tumble men she'd been fucked by recently.
"Anywhere. I… I got lost. I was on my way to Chicago. Hitchhiking to meet my parents there," she lied. "I – promise you won't tell – I lost the bus fare my mom had sent. I've got to be there by the middle of next week. Can I get a ride from you? If you're heading in that direction?"
She knew they probably were. They had Illinois plates on their station wagon.
"No problem that I can see, is there, Sara?" The woman shook her head. "Climb on into the back. Just toss your knapsack on top of the junk in back. Be careful not to get any of the canvas out of place, though. We're moving some, uh, stuff up from California. It wouldn't do to have any of it… scratched."
The way he said it made Summer realize that whatever was under the canvas wasn't scratchable. But right now, she didn't care. All that mattered to her was getting on the road.
She lowered her butt to the seat with a hesitant motion. Gingerly putting her weight down, she sighed. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it might be. It would be bearable if they didn't insist on driving all the way through to Illinois.
"That's a rotten thing to do, trying to hitch all the way up to Chicago. Why didn't you just telephone your folks and ask for more money? It's no crime to lose bread these days. Damn easy, in fact."
"Larry!" snapped Sara. "Watch your language in front of her. Sorry, dear. But why didn't you telephone your parents?"
"They don't have the money," Summer lied. This was going to be a piece of cake, she thought. Sara didn't want Larry swearing in front of her.
Summer wondered how shocked they would be if she told them in complete and graphic detail all that had happened to her from early yesterday.
For a moment, the thought stunned her. Had it only been a day she'd been gone? Last night she and Bill had gotten it on, then the murder and rape. Then Big Dick and his buggering ways. Just a while back, there was Fred and his back door mail, Burt. It had been less than twenty-four hours.
She could hardly believe it.
"Well, anyway, you can come along with us as far as we're going. Do you have any money at all? We're going to be stopping for the night about two hundred miles on other side of Meridian."
"I've got five dollars. That's all."
"Oh, Larry, she can share the room with us!" Sara seemed excited at the prospect. Summer thought it must have been a frustrated mother complex coming to the surface. San probably had half a dozen poodles at home. And no kids.
"If you want… it, didn't catch your name. Summer? A pretty name. If that's okay with you, Summer, you can crash with us tonight."
"Groovy!" Summer sat back and enjoyed the first of the day. The countryside melted away as they raced across the country. They passed over one state line, and approached another. She was feeling fired and content when Larry pulled into a motel.
"Time to quit for the day. I'm just getting to the point where I'm tired."
He went in and registered. Summer wondered how he accounted for her. He probably told the room clerk that she was his daughter. It didn't really matter. She could sleep on a floor, and it would be fine.
Larry came back and drove to an isolated bungalow. He said, "This was all they had left. Sort of isolated but no one's going to hear any noise we might make."
Summer thought that was an odd way of putting it but didn't care. All she wanted to do was crash.
She thought it was odd when all the luggage Larry dragged out of the station was a singe suitcase. Of all their stuff, she would have thought Sara would have wanted more.
Inside the room, Larry locked and bolted the door. He said, "Damn, but I'm getting jumpy. Every cop on the road was staring at us, I swear!"
"Because of me?" Summer said guiltily.
"Huh? You? Don't be dense, kid. We've got a hundred and fifty keys of grass in the back end of that station wagon. When we breeze into Evanston, we'll be rich!"
"You're smuggling dope?"
"Damn straight," said Larry.
"Or not so straight," chuckled Sara. She pulled a joint out of her purse and toked up. The strong fumes made Summer cough. She'd never gotten into the drug scene in school, although most of her friends had. It just didn't suit her to lose control like she did after doing a couple numbers.
"Here, Summer, take a drag. You look like you could use it."
Summer was afraid not to. She didn't dare get Sara and Larry mad at her. They might dump her.
And she had a free ticket all the way to Illinois. She almost choked on the strong dope.
Sara laughed. "That's the best grass I've ever come across. The dealer down in Tijuana claimed it was Acapulco Gold. He was lying through his teeth, but it is good weed."
In a short while, Summer felt the room begin to spin around her. She was laughing and giggling at the oddest things. But most of all, her body started to tingle all over. The pain had left her ass, and she was feeling very mellow.
Summer felt Larry's arm around her shoulder. Through the dope haze, she heard something like a reverberation chamber. It was Larry talking to her.
He said, "Let's get those clothes off you, kiddo. I'm in the mood for a little action. And Sara, over there, she wants to watch us get it on, don't you, Sara?"
"Sure, Larry. I love watching you fuck another chick. It gives me a really neat feeling down deep inside. In my cunt, you know?" She giggled and took another deep drag off the joint.
Summer never felt the man's hands stripping her of her clothing. One minute, she was standing and toking on a joint. The next, the number was burned out, and she was sprawled naked on the bed.
Larry laughed. It sounded like he was miles away. She looked up and saw him standing at the foot of the bed. His cock stood out in a firm erection. As she watched, it seemed to flow back and forth. The purple head glowed with its own light. She laughed at the sight and thought it would be a real groove to have it shoved all the way up her twat.
She wondered if it would still be glowing all the way up her cunt.
Larry was in better shape than Summer. He looked at her naked body. It was everything he could do to keep from creaming all over the bed.
The way her jugs bounced and jiggled around made his mouth water. The tiny patch of bush between her legs was an open invitation to him. He longed to stuff his peter all the way up her cunt. He knew it would be something exciting.
"Spread'em, baby, your lover boy's got a boner!" He dropped onto the bed. The rocking motion made the girl chuckle. Her entire body tingled and felt more alive than she could ever remember it being in the past. All she knew was that she wanted to fuck.
The hands on her soft inner thighs sent tremor of delight into her groin. She felt her cunt flowing with love juice. The more she joked up, the hornier she seemed to get. The man kneeling between her legs had a prick that looked like it was ten feet long. She knew that was the effect of the dope but didn't care.
Be really kinky if he did have a dong ten feet long. He could touch people others wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole!
She started to laugh. Larry's firm hands slipped under her ass. He began squeezing her ass cheeks together until she moaned. She couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain she felt. It didn't even matter. She was having a blast.
"God, what a cunt you got! I can hardly wait to stuff my dick into that snatch!"
"Yeah, go on an' fuck her, Larry," slurred Sara. "I'm getting pissed waiting for your to do something. Stick it to her. Get it on! I wanna to action! Real action!" Her fingers were well up under her skirt. She had stuffed three fingers into her cunt and was plaiting with herself. All she needed was some visual stimulus to get off.
"Fuck it, I'll fuck her," he said.
Wiggling forward, he pressed his turgid cock against the gateway to her snatch. He felt the heat and liquid boiling out from inside. He gasped. This was going to be better than he'd thought it would be. His entire body tingling from the grass, he knew it was going to be really kinky.
He slammed his hips forward. His cock vanished between the girl's pink pussy lips in a quick swoop. She gasped and bucked up to meet his thrust.
Summer was sent sailing on the wings of the sudden insertion. Her entire body felt like a string pulled taut, then plucked. She loved the feel of his cock inside her twat. It was exactly what she'd been wanting. It felt so damn good!
"Fuck me, go on and fuck meeeee!"
His voice trailed off as Larry straightened upright on the bed. The girl's weight pulled his cock down to a ninety degree angle with his groin. The pressure on his prong felt great. He loved the heat seething inside her cunt. The wetness soaked into his cock and lubricated him for the fucking to come.
When he began pulling out, her muscles clamped down tight all around his length. He moaned but kept pulling out. This was such sweet torture and he loved every second of it!
He immediately fucked back into her gripping little cunt. With his prong feeling like it was an electric prod, he sensed every slight ripple in the cuntal walls. They all stimulated him. His cock burned with an inner fire. He started a slow, irregular fucking motion. He wasn't able to coordinate too well, but neither cared.
Summer was lost in the oddly distorted sexual paradise created by the dope and Larry's dong. The attempts to keep his dick inside her failed. Her cunt was just too slippery to keep his long piston of pleasure in her guts. It didn't much matter to her my more. She was more interested in letting him fuck her cross-eyed.
She felt every ridge and bulge along his length as he screwed his prick into her. She felt like she was growing fur all along her cuntal walls. And each hair was a living being. And each living hair was a sensor. She felt the huge purpled hood of his dong. As it pulled out, it was like a piston pulling against a huge vacuum in her guts.
The big blue vein on the top of his pecker pulsed and throbbed with life. She loved the jerking and bouncing of his dick inside her ultra-sensitive cunt. She'd never felt more alive than now. Having the cock burning its way back and forth along her well-greased lust channel gave her a sexual high that dope couldn't match.
He fucked her hard and long now. His prick sailed up and down her slot. There wasn't a nerve in her body that wasn't screaming pleasure at her. She loved every second of it.
The feel of his hands moving across her bottom turned her on even more. His cool hands soothed her tortured flesh. She needed more of it. But most of all, she needed his cock where it was. She needed it pushing in and out of her cunt.
When he rubbed against her cunt, he set off an orgasm. Her clit seemed to strain upward for the stimulation. The man's body dragged against it as he fucked in and out of the juicy manhole surrendering his peter.
"Ummmmm, good!" he moaned. "You're tight!"
"We all are," giggled Sara. "Keep fucking. I love watching the way your prick vanishes into her pink little lips. The look on your face is something else. Like a mask of pleasure. And hers, wow! She's getting off on your dong in a big way. Shit, I never thought that little bitch would have enjoyed your cock this much!"
Sara had urged Larry on enough for him to pick up the tempo of his fucking. He hurtled back and forth like a jackhammer now. His cock speared deep into Summer's little cunt. She was moaning and thrashing around on the bed in constant throes of ecstasy. She felt the tide of emotion rising in her body.
She came.
Shrieking out "Aaiieeeee!" wasn't enough. Before her body had fully come down from the pinnacle of the climax, she came again. And again. Like a machine gun firing its bullets, she had an entire series or orgasms.
Larry was drenched with sweat as he pumped back and forth. He fucked the girl as hard and fast as he could. The feel of her convulsing cunt walls around his prick turned him on. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
"Yeah, man, go, go!" cried Sara. Her twat was filled with four fingers now. She was getting off on watching Larry and Summer fuck and giving herself a hand-job at the same time. Masturbating while her man fucked another chick got her hot to trot every time.
Larry drove forward and ground his groin into Summer's. He felt their pubic hair mingling, tickling, intertwining. His cock felt like an overinflated balloon. It grew larger and larger. The faster he drove into the teenager's tight cunt, the hotter his dong got. The hotter it got, the more difficult a time he had holding back his cum.
Finally, there was no way he could control himself. He spewed out his jizz in a fiery flood. He whitewashed the girl's tunnel of love with his seed, then kept fucking as long as he was rigid. Due to the dope he'd done, he stayed up several minutes longer than he normally could have.
The teenager moaned and humped up to meet the powerful strokes into her twat. She took each one as deeply as possible. Her cunt was being well-fucked. The ecstasy pouring through her body was like warm honey. It was sluggish and flowed slowly. But it flowed. Soon, her entire insides were coated with joy.
Feeling the hot spike of manmeat poking into her juicy quim, she came. She shouted and writhed, impaled by the rod in her cunt. She screwed herself around the dong until she came again. The dope set off another chain reaction of orgasms in every nerve in her body. She was blasting off.
Finally, no longer feeling Larry's prick fucking her hot cunt, she came down and lay on the bed, panting. Her heart beat with a heavy throb that she'd never known before. It was a real strain fucking like this and getting off so many times in a row.
"You're a hot little bitch," said Sara, "a real hot little slut, believe me. I seen lots of them. Hell, I'm hot, myself. How about you and me getting it on while lover boy takes a break? His trusty tool is bent right now. When he gets it straightened out, we can see what'll happen."
Sara staggered over to the bed and collapsed full weight on top of Summer. The girl didn't care. Her body demanded more sex. It didn't care how it got it, as long as it got something.