And her father had spanked her like a little girl! She'd shown him! This was living and he had been lying to her. She'd really show him she was a woman!
CHAPTER THREE
"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.