"Got one," Carla spoke into the microphone of the compact CB radio under the dash of her sports car. She could see the van Carl was driving a few blocks behind her. "The redhead at the far end of the line."
"Gotcha," Carl replied. As his sister's Alfa Romeo shot onto the approach ramp to the interstate, he accelerated a little to insure that he was the first person to offer the intended victim a ride. Already they had missed one prospect when the car immediately behind Carla's had stopped for the girl.
The had discussed the possibility of that happening and had agreed that they could do nothing to prevent it. Because they didn't want anyone connecting the two of them, particularly by seeing both of them conversing on a CB just before he stopped, they had decided that he would hang back a block or two behind her. Luckily the entrance ramp they were cruising this pass wasn't very well traveled. There had been no vehicles between the Alfa and the white van that he was driving. And it was aged and battered enough so that it wouldn't stick in people's minds.
Carla's little vehicle was already out of sight as Carl slowed to a stop just past the redhead. Even before he was completely to a halt, she'd grabbed her small bag and started trotting toward the van, the door of which he was swinging open even as she came up the shoulder of the road.
Damn but she's got a nice set of tits, Carl thought as he watched them jounce under the T-shirt the redhead was wearing. From the wildness of the way the twin projectiles moved, it seemed to Carl as if the girl had to be braless under the thin garment that covered her shoulders and torso. Beneath the shirt, which advertised a brand of beer that he'd never heard of, the girl was wearing cut-off denims that left almost the entirety of her thighs exposed. Indeed, the shorts were so cut that they barely managed to conceal her snatch.
"Toss your bag in the back," he advised as the girl reached the open door. She did so, revealing that the shorts were cut high in the back, too, enough so the crevice where her asscheeks merged with her legs was revealed. Up close, he could see her nipples as they thrust against the T-shirt. Ooooohhhh, damn, isn't she going to be fun? he asked himself as he wiped his sweaty palms on the legs of his jeans and stole a glance out of the corner of his eye at the voluptuously endowed young woman as she twisted in the seat and settled herself with one knee against the dashboard and the other leg extended as far as possible. "How far you going?" he asked as he eased the van back onto the road.
"Clean into the next state," the girl replied in a soft voice. "Got a couple of friends there that I'm going to visit. I sure hope they haven't taken off for somewhere over the holidays, because it'd be a real bummer to be stuck in a strange town without knowing anybody there."
"Don't they know you're coming?" Carl asked. Christ, be said to himself, this'll be too good to be true if they don't. No one will have any idea that this chick is missing until next week if that's the case.
"Nope," the girl answered. "They live in a dorm and the phone was busy every time I tried to call. I finally decided to hell with it, that I'd just go." Actually, she went on to explain, she hadn't decided to make the trip until late the evening before, when she'd learned that her boyfriend was going to go on a road trip with the football team after all. "See," she explained, "he had problems with his knee and they weren't sure if it was going to be recovered enough for him to play or not. But it is, so he went with the team. That's when I decided to take off."
"Oh?" Carl asked, although he didn't really care, "Is he a star?"
"Not really," the sexily built redhead replied. "He's a second-string receiver. But he's only a sophomore," she was quick to add in his defense, "and they've got two guys that're seniors on the squad. He's ahead of a couple of guys that're juniors this year," she continued, as if she were proud of his achievements.
"Yeah?" Carl said in response to her enthusiastic gushing. "He must be pretty good with his hands." He leered slightly as she caught the double entendre in his words and actually blushed a little. I'll bet he is good with his hands, Carl though to himself as he let his skitter over the abundant mounds of the redhead's tits, with a pair of knockers like that to work on, anybody would be good with their hands.
He reached out and detached the CB microphone from the clip on the dash. "Let me tell the chick up ahead that's been running interference for me that I'm not going to be watching the road behind her," he suggested. Quickly he alerted Carla as to the route he was going to be taking as far as the redhead was concerned. It would take her within a few miles of her destination and she gave a sigh and settled back comfortably, under the impression that she would be seeing her friends in a little over three hours if all went well.
"I'm Kevin," he announced, after they'd covered about 20 miles. It was actually his middle name, but no one ever used it.
"Hi," the redhead said, grinning at him, "I'm Wendy Hiller. You go to school?"
"Naw," he answered. "I used to, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to do, so I dropped out until I could pick something. I couldn't see any sense in taking a bunch of subjects I might not need later on."
"I guess I've always known what I wanted to do," Wendy said. "I'm majoring in fashion design. I already made costumes for a band," she added proudly.
"You get high?" was his next question. She nodded so enthusiastically that it started her spectacular tits to jiggle again. Carl told her to look in the glove compartment. There, in a small metal box, were half a dozen already rolled joints of highly potent marijuana. It was a good thing Wendy turned on, because it would make it easier for him to carry out the plan he and Carla had concocted as they ate a leisurely lunch at home before they'd left on their journey to locate another victim to subject to her cruel desires.
When the joint was too short to hold, Wendy popped it into her mouth. "Go ahead, light another," Carl suggested. Wendy needed no more encouragement than that. By the time they'd smoked the second joint, Carl's mouth was dry and he was sure that Wendy's was, too. "Gotta make a rest stop," he announced as he cut over to the slow lane and pulled off into a roadside. "You like a soda of some kind?"
"Yeah, that'd be super," Wendy replied. "Some sort of diet drink if they have it."
Luckily, they did. And, by the time Wendy returned to the van, Carl had opened the can and dumped the contents of a pill into it. It was a harmless sleeping pill, but it would knock Wendy out for several hours, keeping her unconscious for more than the time he'd need to get her to the house.
To Carl's delight, the girl practically drained the can in one gulp. "That's super grass," she murmured, "really gave me a case of cotton-mouth."
"Most good grass does," Carl agreed, stealing another glance at her tits. This time he was a little more open about it, but it didn't seem to bother Wendy. Of course, Carl figured to himself, she's probably used to people looking at her. Put together the way she is, she'd have to be used to being looked at.
The truth of the matter was that Wendy hadn't always been put together the way she is. In fact, as she'd started her senior year in high school, she'd been almost flat as a board. But she had blossomed that year until she'd had the biggest set of tits of any of the girls in her graduating class. As she had grown, she'd begun to get used to the attention men had started paying her. And she'd spent the summer working as a flag-person on a highway construction job, dressing in even more abbreviated costumes that she was wearing at the moment, because she'd discovered she liked having men stare at her only half-concealed tits.
The van cruised smoothly down the road. Before long, as the drug started taking effect, Wendy yawned. "Golly," she mumbled in apology, "I don't know why I'm so sleepy all of a sudden. But I can't seem to keep my eyes open."
"Crawl in the back and flake out," Carl advised. "There's a mattress back there."
"You sure you won't mind?" the teenager asked.
"Naw, go ahead," Carl replied. With a grateful smile, Wendy did as he'd bid her. Within moments, her chest was rising and falling steadily in the rhythm of sleep.
Carl shot her a glance in the rearview mirror and gulped as he saw that her legs were parted to such a degree that one of her cuntlips had escaped from under the narrow crotchband of her shorts. Ohhhh, baby, am I gonna have fun with you, he thought. The idea excited him so much that he reached down and rubbed his hand along the stiffening rod of his cock. I can hardly wait until I'm somewhere that I can pull off the road without being bothered, he said to himself. But I'm going to fuck that sweet little thing good as soon as we're somewhere that no one's going to disturb me. That Wendy would sleep through the fuck he was going to give her didn't disturb Carl at all. The first piece of ass the callous young man had ever gotten had been from a girl that'd been so drunk that she'd laid across a picnic table in a secluded part of a state park and puked all the while he'd thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. Apparently, the girl hadn't ever realized she was being fucked, so upset had her system been because of the amount of alcohol he'd slipped into her drinks. Towards the end of the evening, Carl had been barely coloring the vodka with cola and the girl had continued to toss down the drinks as if they were nothing but soda.
He and Carla had decided that he'd get off the interstate as soon as he could after their victim was asleep. Then by driving over back roads, he could make sure that no one was following him. Not that they thought anyone would. Why should they? People gave hitchhikers rides every day without anyone getting suspicious as to what else the drive might have planned for the person who'd been picked up. Thus, as Wendy lay on her back asleep, Carl drove at a slower than normal pace, to allow anyone behind him who might have seen Wendy get in the van at the rest stop time to get ahead of them.
If he'd known what was going on in Wendy's mind, he might have driven faster, for the girl was thinking about sex and her body was reacting to her thoughts.
Thinking about sex wasn't unusual for Wendy. It was something she's been curious about for a long time. Because of her slim, titless body, she hadn't dated much at all until college because guys didn't want to go out with a girl that had nothing for them to fondle. And, when her tits had started developing almost over night, it had taken Wendy a little while to get used to the fact that guys suddenly began becoming interested in her. It was also a little disconcerting that gyres that hadn't bothered to return her hellos a few months earlier were now calling her on the phone and trying to get her to go out with them.
Thus, Wendy had retained her virginity when she'd arrived at the campus of the university. She had, by then, gained some experience in erotic matters; she'd had her tits sucked by more than one young man who'd seemed in awe of them. And she'd jerked off several guys while letting them caress her cunt until they made her cum. But she hadn't gone all the way with anyone. Not had she been more than remotely tempted by the guys she had dated at home. All of the guys that she might have given her cherry to had been going out with other girls and Wendy had turned them down whenever they'd suggested getting together with her in the absence of their steady date for some reason or another.
Therefore, Wendy had spent lots of nights with thoughts of sex troubling her sleep. And, it seemed as though lately the thoughts had been coming with increased frequency. However, there was an even bigger difference between the thoughts the lusciously built redhead had been having recently and those she'd been having six or seven months earlier. The more recent the thought, the more specific it was. Six or seven months ago, when Wendy had thought about sex, it had always been vague and nebulous. Now, in the past few weeks, the images had gotten much clearer. But then, it had been just a month ago that Wendy had lost her cherry.
The previous day, they had played their arch rivals at home. Their squad wasn't expected to do very well that year, so the visitors had been concerned with how they were going to do the following weekend against a major college team. The game they had that afternoon was one of the two "easy wins" they had on their schedule.
Unfortunately for the visitors, the home team had known it was going to take a miracle for them to achieve a winning season. Their schedule was even tougher than the visitors' were embarking upon. Even more unfortunate was the fact that the home team really wanted to beat the others. And they had worked hard to be able to do so.
Thus, at half time, the score was 21 to 3 in favor of the locals and the fans were delirious, Wendy among them, for Jimmy Harrelford, her boyfriend, had made a couple of key catches. As she chatted with the people around her during the ceremonies, Wendy was convinced she was the luckiest girl on campus; she had been going out with Jimmy since before school actually started. Wendy had a job working for the school and had had to arrive to be trained before the other students started arriving. Jimmy, of course, had already been there a couple of weeks for the football practice. He had noticed Wendy almost as soon as she'd arrived on campus and had managed to monopolize her time ever since. This was much to the regret of many other young men who were just as impressed with Wendy's frontal development as Jimmy had been.
And Jimmy was a man that thought its were the most important thing a girl could have. Jimmy's room was decorated with a poster of Dolly Parton and he didn't even like country music.
The teams came back out on field and the home team kicked off. They scored two touchdowns, but the visitors scored five. In the closing minutes of the game, the local were down by three points. Then a punt gave the ball to the home team on their own fifteen yard line only 34 seconds to play.
It was obvious that the home team was going to pass. They even sent Jimmy in to give them an extra receiver. As the quarterback dropped into his pocket, the three ends shot down the field. The quarterback sent a tremendous pass over the middle that soared a good five feet over the head of their star receiver and the crowd sighed. But then Jimmy came charging across the field and grabbed the ball at about knee level. He took two more steps toward the sideline, then cut downfield and took off as fast as he was able. The opposing safeties were almost close enough to tackle him as he crossed the goal line to a standing ovation.
That night, Wendy had let him fuck her for the first time. She'd suspected that she would surrender her cherry to him sooner or later. Already, he'd gotten farther with her than anyone else had. They not only gave each other hand-jobs all the time but he had sat astride her flat belly and slid his cock between her tits, then squeezed them together as he'd rocked back and forth. Wendy had really liked it when he'd fucked he between the tits, liked it so much she hadn't minded that he'd shot his cum all over her lust-contorted face. She had just opened her mouth and tried to catch his spurting jism in her mouth. Jimmy had wrapped his hand around his cock, choking off his last burst of cum. With a lunge he had surged upward on the bed, frantically thrusting his red, slippery cock into Wendy's open mouth. Before the startled girl had had a chance to react, Jimmy had unloaded his final spurt of cum. As the hot, slippery strands had jetted into her mouth, Wendy had caught it on her tongue and savored the taste of Jimmy's jism.
It hadn't tasted bad to her at all. Her lips had closed around the mushroomy cockhead and her tongue had slithered over it as she'd hollowed her cheeks and sucked on the spongy glans in reaction to her boyfriend's impassioned plea. Wendy hadn't been able to draw any more cum from the still stiff cock, but she had enjoyed having it in her mouth. A couple of days later, when he had asked her to suck his cock, Wendy had done so willingly, even eagerly. And she'd swallowed all of his cum that time.
Of course, the fact that Jimmy had been licking like mad at her pussy at the time might have had something to do with the wantonness with which she gave him head.
On the night after his shoestring catch had saved the day against their teams arch rivals, Jimmy and Wendy left the big dance early. As soon as they were out of sight the guys on the front porch of the fraternity house they slipped into the shadows caused by several ancient evergreen trees and made their way to the side entrance to the old house. Carefully they went up the stairs and through the twisting hall until they reached Jimmy's room.
The first thin Jimmy did when they were inside with a dim light on was draw Wendy to him and kiss her hungrily. The second thing he did, almost immediately after that, was unhook her dress lower the front of it, baring her tits in the process, since the dress had a built in bra.
With his tongue half-way down her throat and his hands busy on the voluptuous mounds of her tits, Jimmy urged Wendy to shuffle backward toward the bed. When the girl's legs touched it, however, she twisted away from him. "What the hell?" he muttered, reaching for her again.
"Just a minute, will you?" Wendy snapped, slapping playfully at his hands. "This dress took me hours to make, I'm not going to get it wrinkled all out of shape wrestling with you." She reached behind her back and lowered the zipper the rest of the way, then eased the dress over her tyre-shaped hips and let it fall to the floor. Stooping she gathered it up and draped it over the back of a chair. As he watched her moving about in nothing but a pair of sexy, black bikini underpants, Jimmy commenced tearing at his own clothing. Thus, when Wendy moved toward him, all he had on was a pair of jockey shorts that did nothing to hide the fact that he had a hard-on. Indeed, his cock stuck out against the cloth of the shorts as if he had a flagpole inside them.
They gripped each other almost savagely, their mouths fusing as they hugged each other so tightly that Wendy's tits flattened and bulged towards each other at the cleavage while billowing outward below each of his arms. Jimmy clutched at her ass and the feelings produced by his massive hands kneading and fondling the resilient mounds of her ass made Wendy shiver and caused her hard-tipped tits to skitter against the skin of his chest.
Without her being aware of how she got there, Wendy found she was flat on her back in the middle of his bed with her panties well below her knees. Jimmy was resting half over, her, his lower hand twisted so it could be held to one of her heaving tits, his mouth working avidly on the other abundant mound. His other hand was between her thighs, the fingers moving expertly on the swelling, hot flesh of her dampening cunt.
He caught her panties with his foot and straightened his leg, pushing the tiny garment off of her feet. It wasn't the first time she she'd been totally naked with him, but this time seemed different. This time he was completely naked, too. Before he had usually just opened his trousers and taken out his cock. Even when he'd fucked her between the tits or they'd eaten each other, he had had his jeans and shorts around his ankles. Now he was as naked as she was. "Jimmy?" she asked, her voice husky with passion.
"I want to fuck you," he replied, lifting his lips from her aching nipple. "Please, Wendy, let me fuck you."
Even as he was asking, he was shifting upon the bed, moving to cover her writhing body with his own. Wendy could've locked her ankles together to prevent him from coming between her legs but she didn't. Instead, she spread her luscious thighs even farther apart, as if welcoming him between the slender columns.
But, when he reached down to steer his cock to the opening of her pussy, he found her hand in the way. "I… I'm not sure," she whimpered.
"Why not?" he insisted. "You know we're going to. Why wait? It would be so perfect to do it now, tonight. It would make this the greatest day of my life, making that play and getting you. I'll never have another chance at having so many great things happen to me at once."
Slowly, Wendy shifted her hand, replacing it around his hot, stiff cock. "Wouldn't… wouldn't it be just as good if I sucked it for you?" she inquired in a husky voice that she had trouble recognizing as her own.
"Noooo," he moaned, hunching his hips forward in an effort to push himself into her. "I want to fuck you, Wendy, fuck you. I want to put in, in you and make both of us cum by fucking you."
He couldn't have picked better words if he'd thought about it all day. Hearing him say that he wanted to make her cum as well as himself melted down any reservations she might have had about whether she was ready to fuck. Hungrily, almost desperately, she steered the bloated head of his cock down to the dilating opening of her snatch. "Yes," she whimpered, "yes, Jimmy, I want you to do that, I want you to fuck me good and make me cum like nothing before."
For a moment there was no reaction, as if he were thrilled enough by the words that signaled her surrender. Then Jimmy let his hips start to sink downward. "Uuuhhhhh," he moaned as he felt his cockhead being compressed by the tightness of her twat.
Sweat beaded his forehead as he propped himself up on his elbows and peered down between their bodies. Wendy lifted her head and bent her neck, letting her gaze follow his. Together they watched as his cock was pushed into the wet, clutching tunnel of her twat.
Wendy cupped her hand under Jimmy's chin and lifted his head, the pressed her mouth to his and kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth as he worked his cock further into the wet tunnel of her cunt. Each thrust of his trim hips breached the narrow passage a little and brought a choked cry of pleasure from the depths of Wendy's throat. As he stroked farther and farther into her clutching twat, Wendy's excitement rose rapidly. At first she had been passive about accepting his cock into her pussy, but, as he drove it in deeper and deeper, she started responding. Awkwardly at first, then with greater grace and skill, she thrust her sleek hips up to meet his downward thrusting cock.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured against his demanding mouth as he shifted his hands and wedged them between their hot, damp chests, closing his fingers around the stiffened spears of her nipples. Almost of their own accord, Wendy's legs kicked up into the air, then folded themselves across his back, forcing his cock even farther into her oozing twat.
Just then the blunt end of his cock nudged the thin membrane of her cherry. "Aaaahhh," Wendy moaned as she prepared to say goodbye, forever, to her innocence. But, to her dismay, Jimmy stiffened above her. It seemed that his cock was actually getting bigger inside of her. And then it began to spray the interior of her pussy with cum as he shuddered and let his balls empty themselves into her.
"Oooohhhhh," she groaned in her disappointment. "More! Jimmy, don't stop, keep fucking me, keep fucking me!"
At first, it was all he could do to continue moving his stiff cock in and out of her. But, as he recovered from his cum, he began stroking his cock in and out of her wanton twat with ever-increasing vigor. One of his hard thrusts tore away the thin layer of flesh inside her pussy and Wendy gave a sharp gasp of pain at the rupture, then returned to a series of gasps and snorts as she welcomed him deeper and deeper into her writhing body.
"Ohhhhh, yessssss," she whispered in his ear, "yesssss. Fuck me good, Jimmy. Fuck me so good I'll always think of you pumping your cock in me. Make me stay hot and wet and ready for your lovely cock all of the time."
His balls slapped at the upturned flesh of her ass as he ran his cock all the way to the opening of her womb. Wendy's body was in constant motion under him, her tits skittering against his hard chest, her thighs chaffing themselves against the movement of his hammering hips. Her own cum was imminent and she tossed her trim ass up harder and faster, working her pussy around the thick pole of his cock an it bisected the neat triangle of her cunthairs. "Give it to me," Wendy begged huskily, "give it to me good. Make me cum, Jimmy, make me cum hard."
Faster and harder he fucked her, drawing his cock back until she gasped with fear that he was going to pull it out of her before slamming it all the way back in with one hard thrust. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back until only white showed. "More," she moaned, "moooorrreeee!"
He crumbled her cookies twice before his cock deflated.