"We shouldn't be doing this, Sheryle," said Michael, a little apprehensive about the cars zipping along the freeway so close to where they stood. "I mean, God, running away from home like this is so childish."
"I don't think so," she said primly. She shifted her feet near the single suitcase she carried. It seemed such a pitiful amount to bring with her after the stuff she had in her bedroom back home.
She quickly changed that. It had been her home. No longer. She was tired of being treated like a small child. She was a woman and had a woman's needs. If her parents refused to let her fulfill them at home, then she would leave. Period. It seemed so simple when she and Michael had talked about it right after he had finished fucking her tits.
If he had been able to get it up again, she would have let him fuck her up her virgin cunt. She had been that hot. But the passion faded and she had begun scheming. Her mother and father demanded that she act like a child. She was sixteen and wouldn't take it any more.
"I mean it, Sheryle. This is dumb. Where are we going? What'll we do when we get there?"
"We're going to California." That had always seemed such an attractive place to her. No cold winters and everyone had such great tans. At least in the pictures she saw in her magazines. And movie stars! They were everywhere.
She'd like to see what it would be like making love to one of her matinee idols. They were so much bigger than life, up there on the screen. In California, all things were possible.
"But what will we do to make some bread? I don't have but about fifty dollars with me and you don't even have that much."
"You worry too much, Michael. We'll figure out something."
She wished she was as confident as she sounded. They had been trying to get someone to stop and give them a lift for over an hour. It seemed as if the cars with families speeded up and kept on going. The ones with a single man – or more than one man – slowed down, looked her over, saw Michael and then sped off. Sheryle realized without her boyfriend she could have been out of the state by now. But she couldn't leave him behind. She loved him.
"I hope someone stops soon. I'm freezing my ass off."
"Don't be vulgar," she said. "Somebody will be kind enough to give us a ride. Or maybe I should help us along a little." She began unbuttoning her blouse until her naked tits were on the verge of spilling out. The cold wind whipped across her bare skin and raised gooseflesh, but it also hardened her nipples. Even down the road, the twin points pressing hard against her thin blouse were visible. She shifted her tight jeans a little, making sure they were even tighter around her ass.
"Shit, Sheryle, you're making me horny just watching you," said Michael. His hand slipped into her tight back pocket. He began kneading the firm assflesh beneath his fingers.
"Stop that. I'm bait. I'll try and make some horny salesman or someone stop and give us a ride. Sex sells everything. No reason why I shouldn't give it a try, too."
"Nope," said Michael vehemently. "You're sexy enough to sell most anything. Maybe in California you can get a job as a model."
"I'd like that. I… hey, look, it's working! That trucker is slowing down." She watched as a rough-looking trucker applied the brakes and brought his 18-wheeler to a screeching halt some hundred yards down the road.
"Let's go before he changes his mind."
Sheryle scrambled up the outside of the truck and jumped into the shabby seat beside the trucker.
"Hey, thanks, mister. We were getting cold out there. And it wasn't too good an idea for us to try and hitchhike in the dark," Sheryle said to the man.
The trucker looked up from Sheryle's tits and saw Michael climbing in beside her. He looked puzzled for a second, then said, "I didn't see him standing there. Was he down off the road or something?"
"Nope, I was right behind her."
"I guess you never got past me," said Sheryle naively. "But that's okay. The two of us won't take up much room. And it's so nice of you to do this for us. Really, I mean it."
"That's all right," the trucker said, beginning to shift up through the gears to get his rig running again.
About a mile down the road, the trucker said to Michael, "Why don't you crawl into the back, kid, and get some sleep? Forty winks would do you good. And it helps to be able to stretch out, you know?" He gestured with his head, showing the tiny bunk in the back of the rig.
"Thanks, mister, don't mind if I do," said Michael, crawling over Sheryle to get into the back.
The red-haired girl had been dozing. Michael's motion disturbed her enough to wake her up. "Hmmm, whatsa matter?"
"Nothing, chickie, nothing. Everything's just great now," said the trucker. She didn't see his broken-toothed smile in the dim light. The man smiled more broadly when he heard Michael's snoring from the back of the rig. Everything was going to be just great – for the trucker.
Sheryle awoke again to the feel of a heavy hand pawing her tits. She moved away and tried to pry the groping hand loose. "Ummin, that's nice, Michael, but not now," she said sleepily. "Later. When we leave the truck."
"This ain't Michael, kiddo. This is Pete and I want a piece of ass. Your tits are nice, but what you're hiding is a lot nicer, I'll bet!"
"What?"
She came fully awake. The man's hands clawed at her jeans, pulling them down around her trim legs. She tried to kick him but it was too late for that. He had immobilized her legs with her own jeans. And she couldn't fight him off with her hands, either.
One hairy paw of a hand easily held both her slender wrists in a grip too tight for her to break. She was trapped in the front of the truck with a sex-crazed man.
"Michael!" she cried out. "Get him off me!"
"Sorry, kid, but your boyfriend's not going to help you. I got him tied and gagged in the back. He might be able to watch, though. Maybe he can pick up a few pointers from a real cocksman."
He bent her over in the seat and ran grimy hands under the thin band of her panties. He didn't bother trying to slip them off the firm, smoothly rounded bottom. He ripped. She shrieked as the elastic band cut into her waist, but there wasn't a thing she could do. He was too strong and held her in an unbreakable grip.
"Goddamn, what an ass. This is gonna be even more fun than I thought. All I get out on the road is a bunch of cheap whores. A piece of fine ass like yours doesn't come along too often."
Cringing didn't help the young girl. She felt his thick cock pressing hotly between the globes of her ass and heading for her virgin cunt.
"No, please, don't do this to me. I… I never had a man's thing up me before!"
"A man's thing up you?" he, roared out loud. "Ain't that a pisser. The little girl is playing like she is a cherry-carrying virgin so she won't have to pay for her ride. That's too damn bad, kid. I'm gonna collect for this taxi ride. You knew I would, so shut that mouth of yours and relax."
"Michael!" she screamed. "Don't let him do this to me!"
"I told you, he's all tied up. And Goddamned if you ain't right. Is that a cherry I feel pressing into the end of my cock?"
Sheryle couldn't answer. Her body was filling with abject pain. She had never thought it would hurt this bad. She mentally changed that. It didn't merely hurt, it was tormenting!
The man's thick cock pressed between her puffy cuntlips and then plunged about two inches up into her. She could feel her hymen straining to keep out the thick male invader. The girl was about out of her head with the pain. She knew he would rip her apart. She would bleed to death in the cab of this tacky truck and no one would know.
Sheryle thought she heard Michael struggling in the back of the truck, but it didn't matter to her. All that counted was rammed hard into her tight, hot cunt. She had wanted Michael to fuck her earlier, but she hadn't thought it would be this bad. The trucker suddenly pulled out, leaving her feeling hollow and abandoned.
"Damn, I do want to fuck you, kid, but I'm not going to. I got better things to do with you."
"Thank you, mister, thank you!" she sobbed. Her relief was more than she could bear without crying. She didn't care if she openly showed her emotions. She was too grateful to the man. Some small bit of Christian charity remained in him.
"Naw, I ain't gonna fuck no virgin cunt. I want to save that cherry. I can sell it. I'm gonna fuck you up the asshole. I always did enjoy greeking a chick. Ain't too many of them that'll let me because I've got such a huge pecker."
For a second, she didn't understand what he was saying. She thought she had been given a reprieve from a fucking she didn't want to get. Then she knew what he meant. His huge prick forced its way back between the tensed half-moons of her asscheeks and headed for the pink ring of her asshole.
"No, not there!" she screamed. "Not up the ass!"
"So the little girl knows all the big, bad words, huh? Tell me what you want me to do to that tight little asshole of yours. Tell me!"
His hands clamped viciously on the twin mounds of her tits. She felt the flesh flow between his fingers. He squeezed harder on her nipples and then began to roll them around in tiny circles. As she moaned, he increased the size of the circles until he threatened to rip her nipples entirely off the tips of her boobs.
"Ahhhh, ohhh! Please, don't do this to me!"
"Why the fuck not? Tell me what I'm gonna do to you. Tell me!"
"Y-you're going to fuck me up the asshole," she groaned out. In spite of herself, she felt her pussy beginning to churn and grow damper. The idea of being raped had entered her fantasies a lot, but that was all. She had wished for a man to come up and desire her enough to rip off her clothes and then fuck her. She would yield gradually to him, her passions mounting as he fucked her.
But it had all been a fantasy. The reality of the rape was more than she could handle. And he wasn't even raping her up the cunt. He was going to drive his impossibly thick cock all the way up her back. He was going to rape her ass.
"More. Tell me more!"
"You're going to f-f-fuck me up the asshole with your p-prick!"
"Yeah."
And then he began to apply the pressure. She felt his heavy body moving behind her. His hips lunged forward driving his cock into the tight hole of her rectum. She didn't want him fucking her up her shit chute. Her body resisted and this made the pain almost unbearable for her. She had thought it was bad when he had dived into her cunt and found her cherry. This was a dozen times more painful.
And degrading! She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was out of some nightmare. She knew she would wake up any minute, safe and sound in her bed at home.
And then she felt his cock slide into the tight ring of her asshole. The hood of his purpled cockhead told her this wasn't a dream – it was a living, breathing, fucking nightmare. "Aieeeee!"
He laughed at her pain. Inch after inch of his prick slipped slowly into her tensed-up asshole. She felt his strong fucking motion carry him up her back in spite of her tensed muscles. Relaxing a little relieved some of the pain she felt. She didn't want to be ripped and torn apart. The mere presence of his cock so far up her guts would make her sore for weeks to come.
"That's the ticket," he said. "Relax. Enjoy it while ole Pete fucks the merry shit out your ass, girl. Damnation, this is my lucky day. Never felt an asshole this hot and tight before. You're a virgin all around, ain't you, girl?"
She bobbed her head up and down, sending cascades of bright red hair flying about her shoulders and face. His hands still gripped her wrists tightly above her head. With her jeans pulled down the way they were, she might as well have had on chains. She couldn't kick or scratch. All she could do was stay bent forward in the seat, the man's prick reaming out her butt.
"Fucking tight, just the kind I love to get my pecker into. This is my lucky day, yessir!"
She thought it was terrible when he was driving his cock into her dry ass. It was even worse when he began to retreat. She thought the suction formed in her guts would kill her.
It didn't. She managed to survive, but it was horrifying. Never in her life had she been so humiliated. As his prick slid from her tight asshole, there was a loud squishing noise, almost like a fart.
"Hey, I like that, kid. You got a tight behind. Keep those asscheeks of yours clutching down on my cock. It makes me feel even hornier for you. And baby, I'm so fucking horny I may never stop banging your ass!"
Sheryle knew she should be offended at that. But she wasn't. The feelings in her lush, young body were just now coming alive. She was responding to the man's butt-fucking. She hated herself for wanting more, but she did. She felt the need for him to humiliate her, to use her, to fuck her up the rear and then go on to do whatever he wanted with her.
The need to be dominated by a strong man had never occurred to her before. She realized that her virginity was due to the fact that she had never found a man who would tell her what to do, to make her bend to his wishes.
"Fuck me, fuck me good!" she moaned out.
"SO you're getting with it, huh? Good. Cuz I'm gonna bang your bottom till it's red – and then I'll fuck it some more. Nothing I like in the world more 'n cornholing a chick who's willing and eager."
She felt the wrist-thick cock enter her ass again. Relaxing wasn't easy, but she managed to do it. She had to or he would rip her most sensitive tissue and keep right on fucking her ass. She felt the contours of his prick as the entire length shot up her back again.
Tensing and relaxing her inner muscles brought her to life. She felt each and every contour of the trucker's huge cock. And she loved it. The teenager was confused and didn't know what was happening to her. She shouldn't be liking this ass-rape. But she was. And she wanted more of his prick.
"F-fuck faster!" she moaned out, her passions totally devouring her now. She didn't care if Michael heard or not. She had to have that cock ramming deep and fast up her asshole. She had to, or she would go mad from the ill-suppressed lust in her nubile young body.
"So your boyfriend's never greeked you, eh? Didn't figure he would have. But I did think you would like it. You're the kind of chick that makes a man hard just looking at her. Those tits of yours, wow!"
He squeezed down on her boobs to let her know how much he liked them. She found herself shoving out her chest to get as much of her tits into the palms of his hands as possible. She loved it when he crushed them flat. The way her nipples dipped into the softness of the surrounding titflesh turned her on in a big way. And he was so strong.
The more she struggled against his grip, the tighter it became. She knew it wasn't possible to escape. And this pushed her inner desires to the breaking point. She was helpless. She couldn't be blamed for what he did to her. She could let her emotions run wild. And she did.
She came hard. His prick raced in and out of her butt until she felt as if he had dipped it in acid. Her flesh burned at the touch of his hard-fucking cock. And she couldn't get enough. She wasn't in the best position, bent double in the seat, her legs virtually tied together by her jeans, but she succeeded in ramming her ass backward into his groin to get even deeper penetration.
"That's it, kid. Give'em hell!" the trucker cried.
She felt her tender ass rubbing over his greasy jeans. But they fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Her ass molded itself perfectly to the curve of his crotch. And his prick filled her to the breaking point.
She screamed again, this time in stark carnal pleasure. No amount of ass-fucking had seemed possible to get her off when they had started. Now his mere presence was enough to make her quiver and thrust her ass back for more prick.
"Yeah, baby, keep moving like that. The way you clutch down around my cock makes me think I'm fucking a vise. One that's been shoved into a blast furnace. Shit, kid, don't let nobody tell you you ain't got a hot ass!"
His thrusts began to take on a jerkier movement. She felt his prick expand to impossible dimensions in her tightly held asshole. The girl was inexperienced but realized this meant he was going to come. That would give her the sexiest enema she could think of. His jizz filling her asshole!
"Ohhh, oh! Give it all to meeeee!"
Her entire body was wracked with pleasure. She moaned and whined and felt her asshole clenching again as an orgasm smashed through her. When the hot rush of his jism filled her rectum, she came again. When the white-washing with his cum was done, she almost felt cheated. His prick went limp and slithered from her ass amid a flow of his cum and her own shit.
"Damned fine, kid. And that's the gospel truth."
Sheryle couldn't even speak. Her entire body was still trembling like a leaf. And her cunt and ass burned with a fire that might never go out. She had hated the ass fucking – and she had loved it at the same time. The girl couldn't figure that out.
Maybe some day she would, but not now. She was too spent and confused.