Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

She was happy to see someone besides truckers answering her CB call. Maybe this time would be different. Hell, it would have to be. This was obviously a middle class couple, sedate and well-off. They would be glad to take her along to wherever she wanted.

Summer was certain of it.

"Hey, you the girl that called for a ride?" the man yelled.

"Sure am. Can you give me a lift?"

"Where to, dear?" asked the woman. They were a couple in their middle thirties. Summer liked them a lot. They looked so staid and plain and commonplace after the rough and tumble men she'd been fucked by recently.

"Anywhere. I… I got lost. I was on my way to Chicago. Hitchhiking to meet my parents there," she lied. "I – promise you won't tell – I lost the bus fare my mom had sent. I've got to be there by the middle of next week. Can I get a ride from you? If you're heading in that direction?"

She knew they probably were. They had Illinois plates on their station wagon.

"No problem that I can see, is there, Sara?" The woman shook her head. "Climb on into the back. Just toss your knapsack on top of the junk in back. Be careful not to get any of the canvas out of place, though. We're moving some, uh, stuff up from California. It wouldn't do to have any of it… scratched."

The way he said it made Summer realize that whatever was under the canvas wasn't scratchable. But right now, she didn't care. All that mattered to her was getting on the road.

She lowered her butt to the seat with a hesitant motion. Gingerly putting her weight down, she sighed. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it might be. It would be bearable if they didn't insist on driving all the way through to Illinois.

"That's a rotten thing to do, trying to hitch all the way up to Chicago. Why didn't you just telephone your folks and ask for more money? It's no crime to lose bread these days. Damn easy, in fact."

"Larry!" snapped Sara. "Watch your language in front of her. Sorry, dear. But why didn't you telephone your parents?"

"They don't have the money," Summer lied. This was going to be a piece of cake, she thought. Sara didn't want Larry swearing in front of her.

Summer wondered how shocked they would be if she told them in complete and graphic detail all that had happened to her from early yesterday.

For a moment, the thought stunned her. Had it only been a day she'd been gone? Last night she and Bill had gotten it on, then the murder and rape. Then Big Dick and his buggering ways. Just a while back, there was Fred and his back door mail, Burt. It had been less than twenty-four hours.

She could hardly believe it.

"Well, anyway, you can come along with us as far as we're going. Do you have any money at all? We're going to be stopping for the night about two hundred miles on other side of Meridian."

"I've got five dollars. That's all."

"Oh, Larry, she can share the room with us!" Sara seemed excited at the prospect. Summer thought it must have been a frustrated mother complex coming to the surface. San probably had half a dozen poodles at home. And no kids.

"If you want… it, didn't catch your name. Summer? A pretty name. If that's okay with you, Summer, you can crash with us tonight."

"Groovy!" Summer sat back and enjoyed the first of the day. The countryside melted away as they raced across the country. They passed over one state line, and approached another. She was feeling fired and content when Larry pulled into a motel.

"Time to quit for the day. I'm just getting to the point where I'm tired."

He went in and registered. Summer wondered how he accounted for her. He probably told the room clerk that she was his daughter. It didn't really matter. She could sleep on a floor, and it would be fine.

Larry came back and drove to an isolated bungalow. He said, "This was all they had left. Sort of isolated but no one's going to hear any noise we might make."

Summer thought that was an odd way of putting it but didn't care. All she wanted to do was crash.

She thought it was odd when all the luggage Larry dragged out of the station was a singe suitcase. Of all their stuff, she would have thought Sara would have wanted more.

Inside the room, Larry locked and bolted the door. He said, "Damn, but I'm getting jumpy. Every cop on the road was staring at us, I swear!"

"Because of me?" Summer said guiltily.

"Huh? You? Don't be dense, kid. We've got a hundred and fifty keys of grass in the back end of that station wagon. When we breeze into Evanston, we'll be rich!"

"You're smuggling dope?"

"Damn straight," said Larry.

"Or not so straight," chuckled Sara. She pulled a joint out of her purse and toked up. The strong fumes made Summer cough. She'd never gotten into the drug scene in school, although most of her friends had. It just didn't suit her to lose control like she did after doing a couple numbers.

"Here, Summer, take a drag. You look like you could use it."

Summer was afraid not to. She didn't dare get Sara and Larry mad at her. They might dump her.

And she had a free ticket all the way to Illinois. She almost choked on the strong dope.

Sara laughed. "That's the best grass I've ever come across. The dealer down in Tijuana claimed it was Acapulco Gold. He was lying through his teeth, but it is good weed."

In a short while, Summer felt the room begin to spin around her. She was laughing and giggling at the oddest things. But most of all, her body started to tingle all over. The pain had left her ass, and she was feeling very mellow.

Summer felt Larry's arm around her shoulder. Through the dope haze, she heard something like a reverberation chamber. It was Larry talking to her.

He said, "Let's get those clothes off you, kiddo. I'm in the mood for a little action. And Sara, over there, she wants to watch us get it on, don't you, Sara?"

"Sure, Larry. I love watching you fuck another chick. It gives me a really neat feeling down deep inside. In my cunt, you know?" She giggled and took another deep drag off the joint.

Summer never felt the man's hands stripping her of her clothing. One minute, she was standing and toking on a joint. The next, the number was burned out, and she was sprawled naked on the bed.

Larry laughed. It sounded like he was miles away. She looked up and saw him standing at the foot of the bed. His cock stood out in a firm erection. As she watched, it seemed to flow back and forth. The purple head glowed with its own light. She laughed at the sight and thought it would be a real groove to have it shoved all the way up her twat.

She wondered if it would still be glowing all the way up her cunt.

Larry was in better shape than Summer. He looked at her naked body. It was everything he could do to keep from creaming all over the bed.

The way her jugs bounced and jiggled around made his mouth water. The tiny patch of bush between her legs was an open invitation to him. He longed to stuff his peter all the way up her cunt. He knew it would be something exciting.

"Spread'em, baby, your lover boy's got a boner!" He dropped onto the bed. The rocking motion made the girl chuckle. Her entire body tingled and felt more alive than she could ever remember it being in the past. All she knew was that she wanted to fuck.

The hands on her soft inner thighs sent tremor of delight into her groin. She felt her cunt flowing with love juice. The more she joked up, the hornier she seemed to get. The man kneeling between her legs had a prick that looked like it was ten feet long. She knew that was the effect of the dope but didn't care.

Be really kinky if he did have a dong ten feet long. He could touch people others wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole!

She started to laugh. Larry's firm hands slipped under her ass. He began squeezing her ass cheeks together until she moaned. She couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain she felt. It didn't even matter. She was having a blast.