"You want a ride?"
There were
two of them in the truck. The driver was maybe thirty or so -- lean, unshaven,
an earring in one ear, and a gleam in his eyes that I should have been
wary of. His companion was younger -- not much older than me. He was wearing
a cowboy hat. I should have shook my head and kept walking, but something
made me say, "Yeah, sure," and all of a sudden the cowboy opened
his door, hopped out, and motioned for me to climb up. I did, conscious
of him behind me as I slid over, the leather seat cool on the backs of
my thighs. The cowboy grinned and slid over next to me, so I was squeezed
between the two of them. Then he closed the door and we started moving.
"Where
you headed?" It was the driver again. He seemed the more talkative
of the two. I shrugged.
"Anywhere."
"You
runnin' away?" Maybe runaways were common around here. I shrugged
again.
"Got
nothin' to go back to." I tried to sound tough.
"What's
your name?" asked the cowboy. He was looking at me, a smidgen of
the grin he'd given me earlier still remaining.
"Jo,"
I said.
"Well,
I'm Todd, and this here's Curtis," he answered, motioning to the
driver.
"Nice
to meet'cha, and thanks for giving me a lift."
"No
problem," said Curtis. "Anything for a pretty face."
I could feel
my cheeks flushing, and I overlooked the compliment. "So where's
the nearest city?"
"Oh,
not for a few miles yet," answered Curtis. "We got time to get
acquainted."
Something
about that last sentence gave me goose bumps, but I ignored it.
"Hey,
you wanna listen to some music?" asked Todd. Even before I answered,
he reached past me, his arm brushing mine, and flicked on the radio. Country.
I should've known. We drove for a little while in silence, listening to
a variety of twangy, acoustic ballads about two-timing men and faithless
women and dying dogs, and I watched the road. Curtis had a can of Budweiser
between his legs, and he'd sip from it every now and then. It made me
a little nervous, but he didn't start swerving or anything, so I figured
he wasn't drunk. Todd sang along to the radio under his breath. He had
kind of a nice voice.
"Wanna
make a pit stop?" It was Curtis, and already he'd turned off at an
exit, and the headlights pierced a deeper darkness ahead. There were trees
on either side of the road, hemming us in, so it seemed like we were going
down a long tunnel.
"I gotta
take a piss," Todd informed us. I figured we'd be pulling into a
gas station, but there were no lights or signs of civilization anywhere.
I began to get worried.
"Do
you know where we are?" I hazarded.
"'Course
I do," Curtis answered. "The middle of nowhere."
He and Todd
both laughed, but I didn't think it was very funny. The woods around us
were so dark. I tried to remember the last time I'd seen an oncoming car.
"Curt,
I gotta piss," Todd complained again, and suddenly Curtis pulled
off to the side of the road.
"Go
piss in the damn woods," he said. "Me and Jo'll wait for you."
So Todd hopped
out of the cab and slammed the door behind him, and I was left alone with
Curtis.
"You
wanna stretch your legs a bit?" he asked after a minute or two. I
figured anything would be better than sitting in that uncomfortable silence
with him, so I nodded. He opened the driver's side door and hopped out,
then helped me step down, and I thought it was oddly gentleman-like.
We walked
around to the back of the truck. The moon was out, and there were crickets
singing in the trees. Curtis put the end of the truck down, and invited
me to have a seat.
"So,
you got a boyfriend, Jo?" he asked once I was settled. I felt that
ache in my throat as I shook my head.
"Not
anymore."
"Why
not? Cute little thing like you ought to have guys after her all the time."
I snorted.
"Yeah, right."
"You
don't think I'm serious?" he asked, leaning closer to me -- close
enough that I could see the glimmer of his eyes in the darkness. "I
think you're real cute. You mind if I kiss you, Jo...?"
Before I
could protest, he already had. His mouth was soft and his breath tasted
like alcohol, and I could feel my stomach fluttering with nervousness.
"Mmm,
I like that," he whispered, kissing me again. This time he put his
hands on my thighs -- they were so warm against my bare skin -- and moved
my legs apart so he could situate himself between them. I could feel the
denim of his jeans against my skin, and the sensation made my insides
flutter more.
"You
kiss real good," he whispered after the second one. "I bet you
can do other things real good, too."
"Wh--what
do you mean?" I stammered.
"C'mon,
baby. You're out here hitchhiking all alone -- you gotta know that the
ride ain't free."
My breath
caught in my throat. I tried to swallow, and at the same time, my body
flushed with heat, and I realized I was more aroused than I'd ever been
in my life. My mind made one last-ditch attempt to reason its way out
of this.
"Can't
you just let me off here, then?"
"Uh
uh," Curtis answered. "Too late for that."
"Th--then
what do you want me to do?"
"Unbutton
your shirt."
My fingers
complied as my mind screamed at me to get away from him -- to run away
and keep running. But I didn't. I sat where I was, with him standing between
my legs, his hands on my thighs and his breath warm on my face as I unbuttoned
my shirt.
"Now
take it off," he instructed. "Then your bra."
Nervously,
I slid my arms free and tossed my shirt behind me into the back of the
truck. He just watched as I reached behind to undo the clasp of my bra.
It came free, and my breasts felt the first brush of a cool breeze as
I tossed my bra behind me as well.
"Nice,"
he said approvingly, then he bent his head to kiss first one breast, then
the other.
My nipples
were hard. He closed his teeth over one and suckled, and I gasped.
"You
like that?" he asked, lifting his head. I could only nod. But that
was enough for him -- he ducked his head and began kissing my breasts
again, sucking each of them until my nipples were as hard as little pebbles
and slick with his saliva.
"Unzip
my jeans," he told me. I felt drugged, dazed. I was turned on, as
much by my own shamelessness as by what he was doing to me. I did what
he said. My hands shook as I reached down for the fly of his jeans, and
I had to fumble for the zipper before I could catch it and ease it downwards.
He lifted his head away from my breasts and told me to climb into the
back of the truck. I didn't think about it, I just obeyed him. My nipples
were erect and tingling in the cool night air, and all I could think about
was how much I wanted his mouth on them again -- how much I wanted *him*.
This stranger I barely knew.
He hopped
up onto the back of the truck too, and moved in front of me, kneeling
down with his jeans still unzipped and his hard-on straining against his
jockey shorts.
"Get
on all fours," he told me as he started easing his jeans and shorts
down around his hips. I was entranced. I watched in fascination as his
cock finally sprang free of its confinement, and when he told me to start
sucking it, I trembled and felt the heat rush between my legs. I'd only
given a blow-job once, and I wasn't too experienced, but I was so turned
on it didn't matter.
I leaned
forward and gingerly touched my tongue to its tip, then slowly encircled
it with my lips and he let out an appreciative groan.
"Hey
man, you gonna share?"
The voice
came from behind me and I jumped, whipping my head around to glance over
my shoulder. It was Todd, back at last from his piss (what the hell did
he have in his pants, that it would take him that long?), and he had his
cowboy hat tilted back on his head as he watched us. He was smirking.
"I dunno
if she can handle both of us," Curtis joked. "Let's get 'er
warmed up and find out."
But I was
already warm. Warm and wet, and I looked coyly up at Curtis before sticking
my tongue out to lick the end of his cock again. He groaned and thrust
his hips forward, murmuring huskily, "Suck it." So I did.
While I started
going to work on him, Todd climbed up behind me, and I felt his hands
reach around my waist to unbutton my shorts. I wriggled a bit to help
him as he slid them down over my hips, and I eased from one knee to the
other as he worked them off my legs. Then I was just wearing my panties
and sandals, and he started rubbing my crotch through the thin cotton
cloth. I moaned and sucked harder on Curtis' cock, drawing him deeper
into my mouth until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I thought I'd
gag, and I still couldn't fit it all in.
"Oh
man, she's lovin' this," I heard Todd say as he slipped a finger
beneath the crotch of my underwear and started stroking my cleft. I knew
I was wet, and hot, and I wanted to feel something in me besides his finger.
I wriggled and pushed back against him insistently, and his finger probed
deeper. With his other hand, he began peeling my underwear down, and I
sucked and squirmed and started making little whimpery sounds in the back
of my throat.
"Yeah,
I think she's warmed up all right," Curtis muttered. He was breathing
heavily, and he buried his hands in my hair to scoop it out of the way
while my head bobbed back and forth, my mouth still clamped to his shaft.
Todd had my panties down around my thighs now, and I heard him unzip his
pants. Oh God, I was so ready. All I could think about was having him
inside me. I was on fire. I moaned around my mouthful, and then I felt
him rub the head of his cock against me, teasing me with it, as if he
knew exactly what I wanted but was deliberately making me wait.
I rocked
backwards, pushing against him, and I felt the tip of his cock start to
slide inside me. He pulled back and gave my bottom a little swat, chuckling.
"You
gotta say what you want," he taunted.
"Hey,
her mouth's a little busy," Curtis pointed out.
"I wanna
hear her say it." His slap against my ass had turned into a caress.
"C'mon," he cajoled. "Tell me what you want."
Curtis had
tight hold of my hair and wouldn't let me stop, so I just mumbled something
incoherent and pushed back against him again. But he eased away and this
time he used his hands to tease me. He started stroking me again with
his fingers and found the erect nub of my clit, and when he started lightly
flicking his fingertip back and forth across it, I grew frenzied. I whimpered
and moaned and writhed and sucked harder on Curtis' cock, my mouth full
of saliva and the salty taste of him. His hold loosened on my hair enough
that I could finally break free, and when I did it was only to plead breathlessly,
"Fuck me, oh God, fuck me now."
That was
all the urging he needed. He grabbed hold of my ass with one hand and
eased himself inside with the other, and my moan of blissful pleasure
became muffled as Curtis filled my mouth again.
From both
ends, I was being fucked, and I loved it. I started rocking back and forth
on my hands and knees, making small sounds of ecstasy deep in my throat
and feeling my breasts sway with the rhythm. Curtis was holding my hair
while Todd gripped my ass, and he started pumping into me harder until
I could hear wet smacking sounds and feel his balls slam against my pussy.
I felt like an animal -- like some wild, savage, primitive creature, just
fucking and being fucked with no thought beyond the pleasure of it all.
I could feel my excitement mounting with each thrust, could feel the way
Curtis' cock started quivering in my mouth, and knew he was going to come
the second before he did. His fingers tightened in my hair and he let
out a gasping cry as he started pumping his hot come into my mouth, his
body trembling with the force of it.
I swallowed
some of it, but most of it dribbled out of my mouth in sticky trails down
my chin as I gasped. Todd was still gripping my buttocks as he pounded
into me, faster and harder, but not fast enough. I wanted more.
"Fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me," I panted out, like a chant, a mantra -- both
begging and commanding. "Faster, harder," I cried out brokenly,
my head sunk low, my hair and breasts swinging, my hands scrabbling and
squeaking against the floor of the truck. I could feel it, that hurtling
rush toward ecstasy gaining by the second. I was beyond reason, beyond
will, beyond anything but sensation. Harder, faster, yes, yes, yes now
now NOW!
Oh god. I
floated. There was that pure, perfect second of oblivion, like that moment
of timelessness after you jump, before gravity takes control. That one
sweet moment of freedom.
Sublime.
Exhilarating. Eternal. Heaven.
And then
it was gone. Reality came crashing back. Todd was gasping, clutching at
me, giving a few last half-hearted thrusts while I felt the remains of
his own ecstasy trickle down my legs. I was sweaty and naked and in the
back of a truck with two guys I'd just met. I'd let them use me, but only
because I'd used them in return. For that one perfect moment, it had been
worth it. Regrets would come later.
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