Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

"Why?" He looked puzzled.

"I hear they got the best VD clinic on the coast there."

She could almost hear the kid swallow hard. His Adam's apple bounced up and down a couple of times. Summer didn't quite laugh. But she knew she'd be safe from this one for a while.

It just wasn't in the cards that he was going to put up with her, however.

"Uh, look, chick, there's a truck stop. I'm letting you out there. You can get some trucker to give you a lift. So long." He virtually pushed her out of his car. She barely had time to recover her pack before he roared off into the distance. She'd scared him more than she'd intended. Now she was on foot again and having to hitch another ride.

She sighed and began hooting it. Less than a quarter of a mile down the road was the truck stop, but Summer wasn't about to go into that place at three a.m. She knew the kind of men that hung around the place. Most of them weren't even truckers. They were pool hustlers, the types her mother had always warned her about.

When she came up to a car on the freeway with its hood lifted, she considered stealing the car. Then she realized that the reason the hood was lifted was due to some sort of breakdown. Never steal a car that doesn't work, she thought to herself.

Looking into the engine, she could see immediately that it was something major wrong. The air filter was off, and all the mechanical stuff underneath was scattered out on spare ledges in the engine compartment.

The battery caught her eye. It looked all right. The emergency flasher lights were working which meant it must be okay. She dug around in her knapsack and took out the CB. She peered at the leads and saw a positive and negative signs on the leads. Matching them to with the battery terminals, she hesitantly flipped on the switch. To her delight, the radio hummed with power.

She didn't really know much about her brother's radio. She figured it out quickly enough. There were 23 channels, each one preset for her. She played with the dial until a voice came over one of the channels.

"Have to pull the pin, Big Dick. If I miss you at Flag, be sure to catch you in Bean Town."

"Big 10-4 on that, Fat Rat. Catch you on the reverse. Eighty-eights."

"10-4 and big eights to you. Bye-bye." Summer didn't understand what the hell they were talking about, but she figured from the strength of the signal, they were coming in this direction. She could hitch a ride from one of them using the CB.

"Uh, Big Dick, could you use a rider?" "Who is this? Sounds like a beaver." "I'm looking for a ride. I, uh, just hooked up the radio and heard you talking on… Fat Rat. I was wondering if I could get a ride with you."

"10-4 on that. Need someone to keep me from making zzzz's all the way across the big and burning tonight. What's your 10 – never mind that. Where the fuck are you?"

Summer told him the best she could. In less than fifteen minutes, a big semi rig came hurtling down the highway. She called Big Dick back, saying, "I think I see you. Blink your lights so I can tell."

The truck lights blinked.

"You're about a quarter of a mile away. I'm waiting beside the abandoned car. I'm signing off. Please don't leave me stranded out here. Please," she pleaded.

"Don't worry, Little Beaver, I won't."

The truck came to a hissing halt, air-brakes squealing. She climbed up the side of the cab and opened the door. Sliding into the seat, she saw the truck driver who was giving her the ride. She almost climbed back out but stopped. Summer was desperate to get away from town. She couldn't afford to turn down every ride just because she didn't like the guy's looks. And there was always the VD clinic dodge if he got to the point of wanting to screw her.

The driver was big, powerfully built and black as the ace of spades. She knew why they called him Big Dick. Anyone this large would certainly rate a handle like, that.

"My, aren't you a cute little honkey. How come you got that CB rig? Usually see them all fixed up right nice in a car."

"Brother's." She didn't want to say more than she had to. She was uneasy with this huge man.

"What's your handle?"

"Huh?"

"What you called? Hell, you don't know nothing about CB. I'm going to call you Little Beaver. How's that for a handle? A nickname to use when you it on the air?"

"All right I guess."

"And this stretch looks okay to me. Crawl back in the coffin box."

"The what?"

"Behind the seat, honkey. Don't be stupider than you got to be. I like 'em on the lively side. I hope you know how to fuck. You're a sweet looking piece of ass, that I gotta admit."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I'm on my way to the VD clinic and…"

"And I heard that line already. Don't work with me. I'll take my chances of getting a dose. Hell, they don't call me Big Dick for nothing."

"I thought Dick was your name." In spite of herself, Summer was fascinated with the black man.

"Hell no, name's Jefferson. Here's why they call me Big Dick." He unzipped his jeans and a huge ebony shaft snapped to attention. In the flashing light of the streetlight standards, it seemed to change colors as Summer stared at it. The prick was huge. Not only was it the longest cock she'd ever seen, it was equal to her stepfather's in girth. Long and thick, it looked like it could rip her apart all the way to the chin.

"Into the back. You're gonna pay for your ride. And the pay's gonna be gettin' ridden!"

Summer tried to get out the door. A huge hand grabbed her and dumped her into the bunk behind the driver's seat. She sat up and banged her head.

Before she could recover, Big Dick was parked by the side of the road, crawling into the back and hanging onto his prick. "Here I come," he said. "Ready or not!"

She struggled. Against a man as powerful as Big Dick, she didn't have a chance. In fact, her struggles just seemed to good him on. He was enjoying the activity. In less than two minutes he had her out of her jeans and panties. Her snatch gleamed nakedly in the dim light invading the back of the cab.

"Oooow, you're a pretty one, honkey bitch, a right pretty one. I'm going to have a lot of fun fucking you. Bet your snatch is all tight and gooey for me, right?"

Summer was too dazed to put up much of a fight when Big Dick spread her legs wide. Her hairy clam opened up for him in a wanton invitation. He quickly slid between her legs and put his hands under her pert, tight ass. He lifted up until her match was on a level with his cock. With a deliberate, slow motion he moved his hips forward.

The gleaming black head of his cock pressed into her sex lips. Summer shuddered. The blunt nosecone of his cock moved forward a half inch. A thrill of anticipation went through her body. This seemed so depraved, so horrid, and yet she was starting to get wet. She was actually looking forward to being filled with that huge black dong!

Her pussy lips were clutching around the head of his dick in a lewd kiss. On impulse, she began using her muscles so that she could stroke and caress the big cock with her inner pussy lips. He groaned. She knew he was getting aroused now. The way his glans shivered inside her sex gates told her all she needed to know.

When he shoved in another inch, she gasped. Her inner tissues were being stretched and pulled out of shape. This was no pussy cock going into her match. This was a fucking telephone pole!

"I never just ram. Tore up too many ladies doing that," said Big Dick. "They don't call me Big Dick for nothing. I know what I got and I'm good with it."

He shoved his pelvis forward another half inch. Summer groaned in pleasure. Pleasure vibrated through her body. She was lost in the carnal paradise of having her cunt filled with a vibrant, throbbingly alive cock. She couldn't ask for more.