She could never have explained it, but suddenly, she began to feel it, herself; his pummeling cudgel wasn't hurting as much. The abraded passage adjusted to his vicious pounding, and before she knew it, she was fully aroused and wanting it.
Her hips began to move, countering his pile-driving thrusting hips, undulating them up to him, wantonly, as she took his massive cock deep up into her vaginal tunnel.
I didn't want it this way!
Suddenly, she knew that Jeff was driving for his ejaculation. He panted and groaned on top of her, his lustful prick soaring in and out like a runaway steam engine.
Jeff felt it, too. Then, it was there. He drove his cock deep in her gently clasping pussy, his balls slapping up against her full, white buttocks… and held himself there, unmoving, while his lewd, hot sperm hosed through him to splash, forcefully, against the back wall of her womb.
"AAAuuughh! Chriiiiiist!" he exploded.
Desperately, she bucked up against him, wanting him to continue, but his rapidly deflating penis could not function, now. He would have to have a period of rest. His frantic plungings into her had only served to arouse her, fully.
Jack Leonard stopped along the highway, several times, questioning cafe countermen, service station attendants and motel managers as to whether they had seen a runaway girl hitchhiking towards New Mexico. He had only a sketchy description of her and how she was dressed from Donnie, but he was dogged in his determination.
Many of these people knew him from long association.
One counterman told him, "Well Jack… I saw a girl who looked a little bit like that, but she was dressed in boy's clothes. She was in here with some of your drivers…"
"You sure they were my men?"
"Hell! Jack… I know your rigs when I see them!"
"All right… thanks…" he said, making sure to leave a dollar tip tucked under the saucer of his half-full coffee cup.
It was little enough to go on, but he decided it might be worthwhile to check some of his own trucks as he saw them along the highway. Let me see… there should be four or five east-bound rigs, today… Two from San Francisco… and three out of Los Angeles… and those two from 'Frisco are running together! That accounts for the counterman saying some of my drivers… and knowing my rigs. Let's see… who'd they be… Jeff Riggs and Peter Dolan… and the other one's Bradley Dawson and Matt Richardson…
Mentally, he pinpointed the two trucks he would be watching for, hoping that by some wild coincidence he might be able to find Dottie's daughter for her. He knew she would be pleased… and somehow, for longer than he wanted to remember, he felt like pleasing a woman. The memory of Dottie was strong in him. Then… he caught himself up short: What in hell am I doing… mooning over her? I swore I'd never give another woman a chance to get at me… inside of me, where I live! Come off it! She's just another cunt!
As Jeff's pounding cock stopped, for her, in mid-stream, and she felt his hot, white semen cascade into her, his rock-hard member deflating, she felt as though she had been left hanging in mid-air, unfilled and unfulfilled.
"OOOooooh!" she moaned. "Keep going! Keep fucking my cunt!" She groaned it out, spontaneously, from the core of her very being, and she couldn't believe that she had said it.
"Get the hell off of her, Jeff… and let a real man fuck her! You heard what she said!" It was Brad lying beside her. He scrambled up and gave Jeff a shove, rolling the older man to one side.
Brad came to kneel between her wide-splayed thighs and looked down at her young, now overheated pussy. Uncontrollably, her hips undulated her loins up to him, and she heard herself murmur, "Oh, Pete! Fuck me…! P-Please…?!"
"She's really wanting to be fucked, now!" Matt chortled. "Let's get her up ass-backward… so she can handle more than one at a time!"
Charity felt herself being turned over, her hips hauled up until she was on her knees, her round, full-sculpted buttocks upturned nakedly in the air behind her, as she rested on her elbows.
Kneeling behind her, Brad used his hands to spread her defensively clenching buttocks wide, then guided his steel-hard rod of flesh straight into her wildly clasping cuntal sheath. He flicked his hips and drove his aching cock deep up into her already sperm-filled depths. She gasped, as she realized the size of him. He was larger by far than Jeff who had just shot his alien cum up into her unsatiated cunt.
"My God! I–It's too big!" she wailed.
Several times, he worked it in and out of her, and she adjusted to its monstrous size. Then, as he began to fuck into her smoothly from behind, the wild sensations returned, again, to her, and she ground her naked buttocks back against the hair of his groin, counterpointing his virile thrusts, his huge cock soaring deep up into her belly, the blood-engorged head lodging with every stroke at the extreme capacity of her cuntal passage.
At the time, she felt it was the most natural thing in the world to take Pete's long, straight and thin cock into her mouth when she felt it brush her lips. He lay sideways in front of her, his hardened member lancing straight out at her side-turned face.
"Here, doll… suck on my cock!" he ordered.
Automatically, unthinking, responding only to the erotic stimulus, she opened her mouth and took the satiny, blood-filled head of Pete's prick between her lips, ovaling them over it, her tongue beginning to lave it in hungry little swirls around the corona; then she tried to push the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit, and she felt the shock of the sensations it caused him, as the long member jerked and throbbed in her mouth. Gradually, he began to push up against her, flexing his hips to force the long, hardened cock deeper into her mouth… and into her throat. She accepted it; almost all of it but a little stretch was now absorbed into her tiny mouth and deep into her throat.
"Damn it!" she heard Matt growl. "I've got to get some of that tight, little cunt, too!"
"Wait your turn!" Brad snapped.
"Hell no! I've waited too long, already! Anyway, we can both take her… at the same time!" Matt insisted.
"How…?"
"Easy! One of us in her cunt… the other one in her ass!"
Charity wanted to cry out in protest at the lewd suggestion, but she couldn't. Her mouth was filled with Pete's throbbing cock which he now fucked in and out wildly, as she hollowed her cheeks sucking voraciously on it. Dear God! Th-That's inhuman… impossible! They c-can't do THAT t-to me!
Then, she felt Matt's hands, cupping smoothing and caressing the rounded orbs of her buttocks, his hands sliding down between Brad's flexing pelvis that pistoned his big cock in her and her own quivering, clenching behind. One of his fingers delved into the crease, searching for her palpitant rear entry. He found the puckering, brown, nether entrance and pushed at it, experimentally, the tip of his finger going into her past the tiny clenching muscle barrier. Having found the route, he shoved hard, his finger moving into the soft, spongy flesh of her anus. Charity screamed, inwardly, her throat working, but no sound escaping her around the huge cock fucking up into her throat and mouth.
For a few moments, he sawed his finger in and out of her resisting back passage, in time to the thundering cock of the one called Brad, behind her. He added a second finger, thrusting both into her tortured anus, brutally.
Heaving herself up on her hands, kneeling now on all fours, she was able to clear her mouth of Pete's long, hard penis. She screamed. "OOOoooooohhhhh! Gooooddddd! D-Don't!"
Crack!
Jeff slapped a naked buttock. He gritted, "Shut up, bitch! We warned you not to scream!"
She sobbed out, "Wh-Why don't you j-just fuck m-me in the cunt… b-but don't d-do THAT t-to me."