"Summer in bondage" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER THREE

Summer hastily packed her brother's knapsack. She figured that was easier to carry than a suitcase and wouldn't look so obvious. The last thing she wanted was some cop to pick her up as a runaway. In her mind, lugging a suitcase down the highway simply screamed "RUNAWAY!"

She carefully put the CB radio in the top of the knapsack and then fastened the straps on the sides of the pack. She was ready to go.

The teenager looked around her room with some regret. This was home. This was where Mom had been before she'd waffled the murdering son of a bitch who'd killed Bill and raped her. Summer had no compunction against leaving when she thought about the drunken man out in the garage.

She considered calling the cops and having them come over. It would serve the old man right getting busted while he was still drunk. There was no way she could do it from here, though.

She'd have to get away – far away – before calling in the police. The heat would be sure to hold her as a material witness, toss her in the slammer for her own protection. For all she knew, it might be for her own good if they would. Her stepfather had a violent temper. He'd get out on bail and might decide to kill the only witness against him.

Summer shuddered. She finished tying the knot just below her tits. Her blouse was all fixed up now. A bread expanse of belly showed. With the skin-tight jeans she had on, she was quite an eyeful. She didn't think she would have any trouble getting a ride out on the freeway. Hitchhiking was something new to her so she'd have to play it by ear until she learned the tricks.

One thing she was certain about, though. Sex would get her a ride sooner than anything else.

She never considered the dangers that were inherent in her thinking. She biked out of the house and down to the highway. In the dark, the cars couldn't see her until they were almost past. She ended up walking almost all the way into town. There, at an interchange, she finally got a ride.

The kid driving the flashy car called out, "How far you go?"

Summer overlooked the obvious double meaning. She wasn't going far – sexually – with this clown. She just wanted a ride as far away from her stepfather as she could get.

"Wherever you're going, I'm headed that way."

"Can't be bad, can't be bad!" the boy chortled.

Summer climbed in and tossed her pack into the back seat. She felt the boy's eyes moving all over her body. She didn't mind that. She just hoped he didn't try anything else. Getting raped, once that night was more than enough.

She noticed the bulge in the crotch of his pants expanding. He was seeing her fully for the first time. Her long, slender legs were thrust out in front of her. But it was her tits gleaming whitely in the light from the streetlights that turned the teenager on. He saw the impudent swell of high placed tits. The nipples poked against the thin fabric of her blouse.

To the driver, this was a definite come-on.

"Hey, babe, let's cut out this 'anywhere you're going' shit and get down to it. Let's fuck."

"You're not very subtle are you?" Summer was rapidly thinking how to avoid a nasty encounter. On impulse she asked, "You know the way to San Diego?"

"Why?" He looked puzzled.

"I hear they got the best VD clinic on the coast there."

She could almost hear the kid swallow hard. His Adam's apple bounced up and down a couple of times. Summer didn't quite laugh. But she knew she'd be safe from this one for a while.

It just wasn't in the cards that he was going to put up with her, however.

"Uh, look, chick, there's a truck stop. I'm letting you out there. You can get some trucker to give you a lift. So long." He virtually pushed her out of his car. She barely had time to recover her pack before he roared off into the distance. She'd scared him more than she'd intended. Now she was on foot again and having to hitch another ride.

She sighed and began hooting it. Less than a quarter of a mile down the road was the truck stop, but Summer wasn't about to go into that place at three a.m. She knew the kind of men that hung around the place. Most of them weren't even truckers. They were pool hustlers, the types her mother had always warned her about.

When she came up to a car on the freeway with its hood lifted, she considered stealing the car. Then she realized that the reason the hood was lifted was due to some sort of breakdown. Never steal a car that doesn't work, she thought to herself.

Looking into the engine, she could see immediately that it was something major wrong. The air filter was off, and all the mechanical stuff underneath was scattered out on spare ledges in the engine compartment.

The battery caught her eye. It looked all right. The emergency flasher lights were working which meant it must be okay. She dug around in her knapsack and took out the CB. She peered at the leads and saw a positive and negative signs on the leads. Matching them to with the battery terminals, she hesitantly flipped on the switch. To her delight, the radio hummed with power.

She didn't really know much about her brother's radio. She figured it out quickly enough. There were 23 channels, each one preset for her. She played with the dial until a voice came over one of the channels.

"Have to pull the pin, Big Dick. If I miss you at Flag, be sure to catch you in Bean Town."

"Big 10-4 on that, Fat Rat. Catch you on the reverse. Eighty-eights."

"10-4 and big eights to you. Bye-bye." Summer didn't understand what the hell they were talking about, but she figured from the strength of the signal, they were coming in this direction. She could hitch a ride from one of them using the CB.

"Uh, Big Dick, could you use a rider?" "Who is this? Sounds like a beaver." "I'm looking for a ride. I, uh, just hooked up the radio and heard you talking on… Fat Rat. I was wondering if I could get a ride with you."

"10-4 on that. Need someone to keep me from making zzzz's all the way across the big and burning tonight. What's your 10 – never mind that. Where the fuck are you?"

Summer told him the best she could. In less than fifteen minutes, a big semi rig came hurtling down the highway. She called Big Dick back, saying, "I think I see you. Blink your lights so I can tell."

The truck lights blinked.

"You're about a quarter of a mile away. I'm waiting beside the abandoned car. I'm signing off. Please don't leave me stranded out here. Please," she pleaded.

"Don't worry, Little Beaver, I won't."

The truck came to a hissing halt, air-brakes squealing. She climbed up the side of the cab and opened the door. Sliding into the seat, she saw the truck driver who was giving her the ride. She almost climbed back out but stopped. Summer was desperate to get away from town. She couldn't afford to turn down every ride just because she didn't like the guy's looks. And there was always the VD clinic dodge if he got to the point of wanting to screw her.

The driver was big, powerfully built and black as the ace of spades. She knew why they called him Big Dick. Anyone this large would certainly rate a handle like, that.

"My, aren't you a cute little honkey. How come you got that CB rig? Usually see them all fixed up right nice in a car."

"Brother's." She didn't want to say more than she had to. She was uneasy with this huge man.

"What's your handle?"

"Huh?"

"What you called? Hell, you don't know nothing about CB. I'm going to call you Little Beaver. How's that for a handle? A nickname to use when you it on the air?"

"All right I guess."

"And this stretch looks okay to me. Crawl back in the coffin box."

"The what?"

"Behind the seat, honkey. Don't be stupider than you got to be. I like 'em on the lively side. I hope you know how to fuck. You're a sweet looking piece of ass, that I gotta admit."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I'm on my way to the VD clinic and…"

"And I heard that line already. Don't work with me. I'll take my chances of getting a dose. Hell, they don't call me Big Dick for nothing."

"I thought Dick was your name." In spite of herself, Summer was fascinated with the black man.

"Hell no, name's Jefferson. Here's why they call me Big Dick." He unzipped his jeans and a huge ebony shaft snapped to attention. In the flashing light of the streetlight standards, it seemed to change colors as Summer stared at it. The prick was huge. Not only was it the longest cock she'd ever seen, it was equal to her stepfather's in girth. Long and thick, it looked like it could rip her apart all the way to the chin.

"Into the back. You're gonna pay for your ride. And the pay's gonna be gettin' ridden!"

Summer tried to get out the door. A huge hand grabbed her and dumped her into the bunk behind the driver's seat. She sat up and banged her head.

Before she could recover, Big Dick was parked by the side of the road, crawling into the back and hanging onto his prick. "Here I come," he said. "Ready or not!"

She struggled. Against a man as powerful as Big Dick, she didn't have a chance. In fact, her struggles just seemed to good him on. He was enjoying the activity. In less than two minutes he had her out of her jeans and panties. Her snatch gleamed nakedly in the dim light invading the back of the cab.

"Oooow, you're a pretty one, honkey bitch, a right pretty one. I'm going to have a lot of fun fucking you. Bet your snatch is all tight and gooey for me, right?"

Summer was too dazed to put up much of a fight when Big Dick spread her legs wide. Her hairy clam opened up for him in a wanton invitation. He quickly slid between her legs and put his hands under her pert, tight ass. He lifted up until her match was on a level with his cock. With a deliberate, slow motion he moved his hips forward.

The gleaming black head of his cock pressed into her sex lips. Summer shuddered. The blunt nosecone of his cock moved forward a half inch. A thrill of anticipation went through her body. This seemed so depraved, so horrid, and yet she was starting to get wet. She was actually looking forward to being filled with that huge black dong!

Her pussy lips were clutching around the head of his dick in a lewd kiss. On impulse, she began using her muscles so that she could stroke and caress the big cock with her inner pussy lips. He groaned. She knew he was getting aroused now. The way his glans shivered inside her sex gates told her all she needed to know.

When he shoved in another inch, she gasped. Her inner tissues were being stretched and pulled out of shape. This was no pussy cock going into her match. This was a fucking telephone pole!

"I never just ram. Tore up too many ladies doing that," said Big Dick. "They don't call me Big Dick for nothing. I know what I got and I'm good with it."

He shoved his pelvis forward another half inch. Summer groaned in pleasure. Pleasure vibrated through her body. She was lost in the carnal paradise of having her cunt filled with a vibrant, throbbingly alive cock. She couldn't ask for more.

Big Dick began sliding his prick along her greased channel until he was buried a full nine and a half inches. She felt his prick pressing firmly into the soft padding of her cervix. The man was so long he was able to penetrate almost all the way into her womb.

"You just about oiled up and stretched out for me? Good. Now I'll begin to fuck you."

The way he said it promised a lot more than Summer had ever received before. She found her dread disappearing and a morbid anticipation setting in. She wanted to see, to feel, to enjoy, what this giant could do to her with his mighty battering ram of flesh.

She found out quickly.

The man withdrew until just the head of his dong was inside her sex lips. Then he slammed his body forward with all the strength in his hips. She gasped with the sudden intrusion into her cunt. He had fucked into her with incredible power. She thought she could take him without any problem, that her cunt was ready for him.

She was wrong. He ripped his way the entire length of her pussy. The flood of her fuck fluids helped lubricate the sudden entry. When he pulled back again, there was a lewd slushing noise. Her juices were flowing all over his ebony shaft. In the dim light, it looked like it was greased with a rainbow of oil.

Her pink pussy lips were obscenely, wantonly kissing the huge black spike sticking in her cunt. She was intrigued by the odd scene. The black on white heightened her passions. She began to breathe harder, her tits rising and falling.

Big Dick said, "For a little girl, you sure got big tits. Maybe I should use them as your handle, huh?" He gripped her boobs and began to play with them. She felt carnal stabs of delight arrow down into her chest. She was soon breathing liquid fire, her insides burning and quivering in anticipation of being fucked by his mighty prick.

Big Dick continued his rhythmic fucking. He smiled as he said, "Little Beaver, you sure got a tight hole. Been years since I screwed a chick this tight. I almost think you might be a virgin except you don't have a cherry. You wear your cherry for a taillight, maybe?"

Summer couldn't answer. She was wracked with the dual pleasures of having her tits fondled and manhandled and the incredible mass of manmeat fucking into her quim.

Her belly was on fire with lust. She arched her back up to take in even more of that big, black dong into her body. There wasn't anything else in the world as important as having Big Dick ball her with his tremendously large prong.

"So the honkey wants some black cock, huh? Well, Little Beaver, I'm gonna spread your little cunt and give it to you!"

He began fucking her with long, hard, powerful strokes. She felt each one's impact. Their crotches ground together. Their pubic hair became wet with her overflowing juices and their sweat. The frantic lovemaking was causing them both to be drenched in a never ending river of sweat.

Summer was lost in the throes of orgasm. She wasn't able to distinguish what was happening any more. All she knew was that her cunt was being expertly fucked by the hugest prick she'd ever seen. It didn't matter that it was black. All that mattered was that it was long and thick and driving back and forth in her tunnel of love so fast it seared all her nerves.

She felt like add was searing her nerve endings. Her hips lifted off the thin pallet hunching up to take even more of the black fuck stick into her twat.

The big knob on the end of his prick swelled inside her. She knew it would explode and blow her apart. She moaned out, "Fuck me harder, harder, ohhhh, shiiiiit!"

"So the little honkey likes black cock. Develop quite a taste for it, can't you, huh?"

He drove his hips into her crotch with even more power. Starting a corkscrewing motion, he continued fucking her with all the expertise he could summon. He felt the tight walls collapse around his prodigious prong. He knew she was going through an orgasm. The already tight hole seemed to grip his length, try to crush it, hold it inside.

The flood of fuck juices prevented his cock from being trapped. Big Dick fucked on. The girl was tossed around on the winds of her orgasmic high. All the while, he fucked with the pent-up emotions of forty hours of constant driving on the road. It had been too long since he'd had a tight, hot cunt like this wrapped around his black dong.

He knew that his climax was almost at hand when he felt his balls begin to burn with desire.

The lead-heavy jism dragged down on the sac under his flagpole-long cock. He kept up his frantic fucking. The friction warmed his rod, then creeped down wand set fire to his balls.

The powder keg buried in his loins exploded. He came. His prick hosed down Summer's cunt with blast after fiery blast of white hot jism. Big Dick's prick jerked and bounced inside the girl's twat until he'd pumped out gallons of jizz.

He gasped for breath. His passions momentarily spent, he said, "You sure are the best thing to ever happen to this trucker, Little Beaver. Damn, but you're so tight you're like a vise around my cock!"

"Let me go, will you, please? You got what you wanted. Let me go." Summer didn't care if she was picked up by the cops or not. She couldn't take much more of this humiliation. Raped twice in one night was too much to bear.

"Hell no, Little Beaver. I got my pay. You wanna ride, you can ride as far as I'm going. All the way to Bean Town – Boston, to you."

"Boston?" The name seemed to conjure up visions of strange sights, a totally different world. She would head for Boston with Big Dick. After all, hadn't he said he'd already gotten his pay?

It seemed little enough to get all the way across the country.

"Just go to sleep for a while, Little Beaver. We'll be off when I get some shuteye."

Big Dick curled up and was asleep in a few minutes. Summer thought about tiring to crawl over him and escape. But the thought of Boston haunted her. She wanted to see that famous city.

In a few minutes, she was asleep, pressed close to Big Dick.