Summer awoke, her head splitting with a headache. She was bound and dumped in the corner of the room. She still smelled the strong odor of dope. Larry and Sara were stoned and out of their minds and asleep on the bed.
They wouldn't have awakened if an atomic bomb had gone off. They were out of it for a long time.
Summer felt the ropes cruelly cuffing into her wrists. She struggled to a sitting position and found that her legs were tied together, too.
She was still naked. They hadn't bothered to dress her. There was no reason. Especially if they planned to knock her off like they'd been talking about. A naked corpse was a lot harder to identify than one with clothing. The very clothes could be traced back and missing persons files could be checked.
Summer knew that her stepfather had probably filed a runaway report for both her brother and her. It would make things a lot simpler for him. He wouldn't be up on a murder charge, then.
She managed to press against the wall and push herself into a standing position. It was damned uncomfortable for her. They had tied her ankles so tight, the circulation was cut off. Her feet felt like someone was sticking pins in them. She knew that she'd have to get the hell out of this motel before Larry and Sara woke up.
They wouldn't hesitate killing her. She knew too much about them. She knew where they were heading, where they'd come from, she could even send them up on kidnapping charges. Maybe even rape and assorted other things.
They would have to kill her. That was their only option now that she had come along.
Summer painfully hobbled over to the bathroom. She managed to get to Larry's shaving kit. The can of aerosol foam clattered loudly onto the floor but neither of the stoned people even stirred. Summer held her breath as she took out the tiny packet of razor blades.
After much tongue-chewing and painful contortions, she had sliced the ropes around her legs. It was almost worse having the ropes, off than having them cutting into her ankles.
With a considerable amount of work, she finally cut the ropes on her wrists. She was free. She dressed quickly and took her pack with the CB radio in it. Opening and closing the door posed the biggest problem for her. The hinges squeaked.
Outside safely, she wondered what she should do. The quickest way for them to find her was to start hitching again. It could be hours before anyone picked her up. Seeing their car gave her a sudden inspiration.
She went and lifted the hood. Taking the CB radio, she hooked up the leads and began a steady, "Little Beaver needs help – bad. If you can give me a ride, I'd appreciate it. Little Beaver's at the Notel Motel on the highway. If you hear me, please answer."
She kept sending her message until finally an answer crackled on the rig. "This is Silver Tongue, Little Beaver. Heading in your direction. Pick you up in five minutes if you wave. Over."
"Thanks, Silver Tongue. 10-4, I guess. Over."
"Gotta 10-99, then I'll see you. Catch you on the flip-flop. Bye-bye, Little Beaver."
Summer quickly unhooked the CB unit, closed the hood of Larry's car and ran for the highway. It shouldn't take more than five or ten minutes for the truck to come by. She'd be more than happy to hitch a ride with another trucker, no matter what sexual price he asked her to pay. It was worth it just to be alive and away from Larry and Sara.
In five minutes, a double rig semi came into view. She began waving frantically. The truck didn't even slow down though the driver certainly gave her a once over. He leered at her as he raced by.
Summer was sure that had been Silver Tongue. She was sure he abandoned her to the fate behind her in the motel. Just as she was thinking about running for it, another truck came barreling up. Again, she started to wave frantically.
This time, the truck stopped.
She leaped up onto the side and yelled in the window, "You Silver Tongue?"
"Sure am, Little Beaver. Hop in and tell me what your big problem is."
She tossed her pack into the coffin and slumped down in the seat. She said, "Roll. I don't want to be seen."
"Okay. I'm behind schedule as is. Been on the road fourteen horns and I'm not up to guessing games."
"What do you mean by that?" she snapped.
"Something's wrong and you obviously aren't going to tell me about it. I just don't want to play Twenty Questions. Either tell me what it's all about or out you go. I'm not supposed to pick up hitchhikers, but you sounded so scared."
Summer looked at the man. She liked his clean good looks. He had long brawn hair and powerful hands on the wheel. His shoulders were broad. Every fiber in his body radiated power and confidence. He was taking the gentle curves in the road with the skill of long years at a wheel yet he wasn't much over thirty.
What turned her on the most about the man was the droopy mustache. It outlined his mouth and gave him sort of a cruel look that contrasted drastically with the way he acted.
"I suppose you should know enough about what's going on." She hadn't meant to tell him everything but once she started, it all came pouring out.
She told about how she and her brother were fucking when her stepfather came in. How Bill was killed, how she ran away and was raped twice by Big Dick. Then the way she was raped by Fred and Burt. Finally, she ended up spilling her guts about everything Larry and Sara had done to her.
Silver Tongue sat and listened. He didn't say anything until she'd run out of words.
"I guess you explained why you stink so bad with grass. You positively reek with the odor. What you want to do to those two back at the motel? I can have them fixed good for you."
"How?"
"A call to the cops. No names mentioned. Just a description of their station wagon. The stuff they have in the back would send them up for more years than you could count."
"I… I don't guess so. Just let them be. Even tough they were thinking about wasting me, they did treat me okay for a while. And they did give me a ride when I needed it bad."
"So you want to let it slide?"
"Yeah."
There was a long silence between them. The miles evaporated under the singing wheels of the semi. Occasionally, the CB rig would blare out a warning about Smokies. Once, the phrase "bear in the air" came over loud and clear.
Silver Tongue let up on his speed until he was moving at a sedate 55 MPH.
"What's up?" she asked. "Why are you slowing down?"
"Didn't you hear about the smokey? They got a chopper in the air clocking the traffic around here. The last thing I need is a ticket for speeding. That's why I listen close to the rig. But you know all that. You've got a CB rig in your, knapsack. I see the mike hanging out."
Summer hastily shoved it back into her pack. She wondered what was going on with this stolid trucker. He hadn't made a pass at her. He'd just listened to her story, asked if there was anything she wanted done to Larry and Sara and then nothing.
"What's your name? All I got over the radio was your handle."
"Summer," she answered. "What's yours?"
"Harry."
Finally, after another long silence, Summer asked, "Look, when are you going to pull over?"
"What for? You gotta take a leak or something?"
She stared at him. He wasn't stupid. She knew that. Yet he didn't seem to want to take his pay for picking her up.
"You don't want to fuck me?"
He glanced in her direction and smiled. He hadn't missed the swell of her breasts, the nipples poking impudently against the thin fabric of her blouse, the skin tight jeans. She was pretty and young and desirable. He hadn't missed a thing. He said, "Yeah, it would be nice, but it's not necessary."
"I don't have any money to pay you for giving me the lift."
He shrugged it off. "That's okay. You don't owe me anything."
Summer thought on that for a while. She could hardly believe she'd found a trucker who wasn't going to take his due from her, especially since she'd offered. And she wouldn't have minded being fucked by this guy.
He was good-looking, had a strong, silent, earthy look about him that appealed to her.
"You're not a fag or anything, are you?"
His eyes flashed anger. "No."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to get you mad. I, well, I guess I'm sort of messed up in the head right now. All this heavy stuff getting dumped on me has scrambled my brain."
"I don't want anything off you so just take it easy."
"But I want to repay you!" she protested.
He said nothing. He simply drove his truck. But Summer didn't miss the bulge at his crotch. He was turned on by her, but was too much of a gentleman to take her up on the offer. She decided to do something about that.
She reached over and unzipped his fly. He said, "Hey, what're you doing? Cut that out!"
"I don't think you'd want me cutting this out. Besides, it looks too nice for me to ever want to cut up. Suck on, yeah, but not cut out by the roots."
She took his cock firmly in hand and began to stroke up and down its turgid length. He was hung like a stallion. His pecker jutted up a good eight inches. She wondered what he would be like in the sack, fucking her. Would he be as good as his cock seemed to indicate? Or would it be even better? She knew length didn't mean a thing.
She relished the feel of his warm cock under her fingers. The prick jerked and bucked with every heartbeat. She felt it pulsing faster and faster. The loose flaps of skin vanished as the cock became frilly rigid. It was ready to fuck. But Harry wasn't slowing the truck down.
Summer decided she would have to do more than take things into her own hands.
She'd have to take them into her mouth!
She lowered her face into his crotch. The crown of his dick was a plum-purple. The knobby end of his fuck stick seemed to beckon to her, call her on. Her mouth was like iron being drawn to a magnet. In a flash, she had taken the head of his prong into her mouth. She began sucking.
He groaned and wiggled around in his seat. He was a captive audience and couldn't do much else.
"Mmmm, good," she mumbled from his crotch. His cock felt so warm and hard in her mouth. She sucked a little harder and began tonguing it. Her rough, agile tongue sailed out. She made a complete circle around the rim of his prick.
The hood spread under her oral onslaught. She kept up her tongue lashing until Harry was moaning constantly. There was a limit to his control and she wanted to see what it was. She wanted to push him to the edge until he gave in and fucked her.
The crinkly mass of pubic hair from his bush tickled her nose. She kept burrowing around as she took more and more of his cock into her hungering mouth.
She wanted to give him the best possible head. He didn't have to pick her up. She was grateful to him for that kindness. He didn't have to turn down her offer of a payment. That made her even more in his debt. He was the first one she'd met that had treated her decently. She was getting so darned hot for him, she'd let him do anything.
"Watch it, kid, my cock… ohhhh wow!" he moaned. Harry's driving had become more erratic as the suction on his cock increased. When she started tonguing and running her teeth back and forth along his shaft, he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his driving.
Without noticing, he'd speeded up to ninety.
"I want you, Harry! I want this lovely cock in me, fucking me! And I'm going to keep sucking on it until you stuff it up my twat!"
"Bitch," he hissed. But he said nothing more. He loved the way her mouth moved up and down on his prod.
He started lifting his hips off the seat in an effort to fuck her face. It was difficult. He had to keep one foot on the accelerator or pull over and park.
He decided to keep driving. There was an element of danger that appealed to him. He could have a disastrous wreck if he missed a turn. Just the feel of her mouth sucking in his prick was enough to make him lose control of the rig.
But the mouth simply added to his thrill. The sexual feelings acing into his groin set fire to even deeper smoldering embers of lust. His entire gut caught on fire. He burned as if his prick had been dipped in acid every time Summer's mouth touched his dong.
"You're tasty!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, a regular prick popsicle."
"Nice meaty flavor." She started licking his entire length. He felt his balls groan in protest. They longed to blast out the load of cum they held. He kept the feelings in check. It wouldn't do to cream all over himself like some teenager getting his first head.
He kept driving. And he kept enjoying the feel of her mouth on his cock. When she aimed his prick with her tongue, he had to held back the fiery flood of his come again.
His balls were tight and hard and churning in the rich sea of jizz. He couldn't hold it back very long. Not with this hot bitch sucking so expertly on his cock.
"Lemme drive, will you?" he begged.
"Fuck me. Say you'll fuck me!"
"Will you quit doing that! You're distracting me!" Harry had to pull hard at the wheel to take a curve. All he could think about was the hot mouth circling his cock. The way she licked and sucked on his prick, he was going out of his mind.
He certainly loved the wet, sucking feeling on his prick. There wasn't a male alive who wouldn't have enjoyed Summer's mouth clamped around his pecker. Harry had to struggle to keep control. Finally, he gave in.
"Okay, you hot little bitch. Go on and suck!"
"Ummmmm, good!" she moaned. She was getting hot just thinking about the spike of pleasure in her mouth. She loved the taste, even when the bitter bead of pre-seminal fluid trickled out of the end. She sucked as hard as she could, then she added a special touch.
She began running the length of cock in and out of her face. She used her teeth to lightly rub against the sides of his shaft. She could feel the way it excited bin, stimulated his cock to the point of erupting.
The prong bounced and jerked in her face, but she kept her mouth impaled with his cock so that he couldn't escape.
When his hips began driving up and down, she took his entire eight inches. She loved having him fuck her face. This was what she had been trying to rt him to do. She sucked harder. Her tongue flashed out and around the purpled crown of his dick.
She made sure that he came.
As his jizz blasted into her mouth, she greedily sucked up each and every drop. She didn't miss any of it. Her tongue swirled around until every gooey drop was tasted and swallowed. She sighed in contentment that she'd gotten this sexy dude off in such a hurry. She wanted more from him, though.
She wanted him to fuck her.