Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

"It could se worse. A girl could have the name Fred given to her at birth."

Fred smiled. "Right, though I did know a chick named Freddie. I guess her real name was Fredericka or something like that. Said she was named after a queen. Not that kind of queen," he hastily added.

"I know what you mean. That your partner over there?" Summer pointed to a dark-haired guy sitting in a booth.

"Yet. That's Burt. Me and him, we been on the road for too long. We're starting to think alike. And when two guys do that, we're at each other's throats all the time."

"Where you heading?" The food was placed in front of Summer. She realized she had made a mistake in what she'd ordered. But since Fred way paying far it, she couldn't be too fussy. Free was free.

"We all take our chances these days. You willing to take a chance? I'm willing to take one with you guys. I like your looks."

"Then finish up your rood, if you can call that swill food. We're ready to roll." Yelling at his partner, Fred said, "Get your ass in gear. We're splitting in ten."

"Gotcha," said Burt. He stood and left. Summer heard the muted roar of a diesel engine from outside. Burt was warming the rig up to running temperature.

"Let's go. You get too much of that slop in your gut and you'll pop. It's bad news."

Summer shrugged. As she left, she wondered how much she'd have to do to catch her ride all the way to Chicago. Chicago was such a romantic town in her mind. The Great Lakes and all the fancy building and the sprawl of a big metropolis. Chicago was a damned sight better place to end up than Boston. She was sure of that.

She climbed into the rig. Burt said, "Into the coffin box." When she heaved her pack into the small bunk and followed it, he muttered, "She's sure been around. She knows the lingo."

"Yeah. Pull over when you find a nice place. Let's you and me collect on our investment."

Burt smiled but said nothing. Summer knew exactly what Fred was talking about. They wanted to fuck her. She wondered if they'd take turns until they were tired out, or if one of them would fuck her while the other watched.

She was wrong on both counts. Fred and Burt were a team. And like a team, they did everything together.

"This is a good spot, Burt," Fred told his partner as they passed by a junkyard. He pulled the big rig over with the ease of a veteran trucker.

"Okay, get those duds off. Burt and me want to see how you look naked."

Summer began to strip. She did it slowly, tantalizingly. She figured if she could get them worked up enough, they might not take too long in getting their rocks off. And the quicker they shot their wad, the sooner they would be back on the road, satisfied with their deal.

Her blouse came off first. She undid it one button at a time. She licked her lips, running her coral-tipped tongue around her lips and letting her eyelids half close. It was obvious she was giving them the full treatment.

She coyly pulled the blouse open to reveal her twin mounds of tit flesh. She heard Burt gasp in amazement, "Damn, what a set a chabombas!" As if she never heard him, she kept up her slow strip.

She pulled her shoulders back to make her boobs stick out even more. The ruddy plains were crested with the bright red of her nipples. She was finding that the strip tease was getting her hot doing it. Smiling, letting her tongue slowly circle her ruby lips, she continued her undressing in the small compartment.

"God, those jugs!" Fred exclaimed. As he reached out, she swatted his hand and shook her head. She didn't want him feeling up the merchandise yet. She wanted him rock-hard and ready to fuck a hole in the ground.

Wiggling her hips, she began working out of her jeans. Since she couldn't stand up, this was less sexy. But the effect on the two men was obvious. Burt was rubbing his crotch. Fred was beginning to show every sign of already having a painful hard-on.

"How do you guys like what you see so far?" she said in a throaty voice.

"I like, I like!" Fred exclaimed. He began stripping off his own jeans. Burt had already begun the task and was about out of his.

Clad only in lime green panties, Summer stretched like a jungle cat. Her body seemed to glow in the morning light. It had a clear, clean look to it. She could have been a fashion model.

"Outside," said Burt. "I'm too Goddamn horny to wait for sloppy seconds like I did last time."

"Both of us at once?" Fred inquired. His eyes never left that naked teenager in the back of the truck.

"Yeah."

"Okay, chick. Out."

"Here?" she asked. Looking out the window, all she could see was a junkyard.

"Yeah, here. And get those panties off. We wanna look at your bush. I wanna see what it looks like."

Summer wormed free of her panties and stuffed them in the top of her pack. She had bad vibes about what was going to happen. She wasn't going to get stranded here without her pack. As she climbed out of the cab, she tossed her pack with her clothing in it behind a wrecked Ford. Neither of the men took any notice. They were too busy stripping for action.

Shirts off, too, they turned to her and said, "Get your little ass over here. I'm going to take you up your gooey little cunt. Burt, there, he's got a thing for ass fucking."

"Now wait," Summer said, backing away, "I don't mind it up the cunt but not up my rear! I…"

Burt streaked across the gap between them, turned her around and had thrust his prick between the meaty slabs of her ass before she could say anymore.

Fred came over, his cock bouncing up and down as he moved. He held it in a callused hand. "And this goes up the front slot. And a hot slot I'll bet it is, too."

"Shut up with your gab and get it on, Fred," Burt told his partner.

Summer shuddered at the feel of Burt's cock nudging into her anus. She was still torn and raw from the monster Big Dick. Even though Burt wasn't anywhere near as huge as the black trucker, he was still pretty big. She didn't want that prong diving into her rectum any more. She would surely bleed like a stuck pig if he began fucking her with any power or skill at all.

She gasped as Fred stuffed his fuck stick up her cunt. The sudden invasion took her mind off what Burt was doing behind her. The filled-to overflowing feeling was a good one. She felt her cunt growing damp at the anticipation of getting fucked by Fred. His cock was enough to fill her up with ripping her apart all the way to her chin.

"Ready for it, kiddo?" Burt asked. He didn't wait for an answer. His hips shot forward and his prick sailed up her rear passage. They both gasped in unison. Burt groaned, "Damn but you're a hot one! Feels like I got a cock in a blast furnace!"

Summer wasn't able to say a single coherent word. Her body was being assaulted with the odd combination of pleasure and pain once more. Her ass hurt her terribly. Her entire ass was on fire. It was as if she'd sat down in a puddle of molten lava.

For all the pain assailing her from behind, there was nothing but joy in her cunt. She was freely lubricating Fred's prick now. The man was slowly, methodically, fucking her. The passage of his dong generated just enough friction to warm her erotically. Her need for sex was being fulfilled by the man in front of her.

She pressed her tits firmly against his body. She could feel her tits mashing down against his hairy chest. Their baffles worked together. Hanging on to his shoulder, she knew every time he reached full penetration in her twat.

It was so pleasant she could forget momentarily about the pain in her ass. Fred used a rotating motion to enter her that made sure each part of her cunt received the full attention of his turgid prick. Her pussy lips compressed and closed around his driving cock.

She began to work her sex lips around the huge bludgeon of dang going in and out of her carnal passageway. She loved the feel of her rigid pussy lips on the sides of his shaft. The way it sent tremors of joy into her body made up for the pain Burt was inflicting on her rectum.