Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

Using her stomach muscles, she tried to trap the huge prong inside her. When she heard him gasp, she knew she was succeeding every time Big Dick slammed forward, the teenager shoved her ass back to take him even deeper up into her bowels.

"Give me a creamy enema, boy!"

"Boy!" he panted. "I'm going to give you the Goddamnedest fucking you ever got, whitey!"

His muscles stood out in bold relief. He was gleaming with sweat. The exertion of driving into the girl's body was physically demanding. He was summoning up hidden reserves of strength to break her, to make her beg him to stop. And when she started begging him to stop, then he'd really fuck her!

The girl didn't beg him to stop. Her words just pushed him on, making him fuck her even harder.

"Go on, if you're such a stud, fuck me hard! HARD! Ahhhhh!"

Big Dick was panting, his heart trip-hammering with the exertion. Blood pounded like the surf in his ears. He was feeling the first pangs of a climax in his balls. The churning, boiling, trapped feeling was building up. It wouldn't be long before his lead-heavy load of jism came spewing out the end of his black cock.

He wanted to get the white girl to admit he was her better. He wanted her to beg.

She was starting to enjoy the fucking. Her ass no longer hurt. It radiated a dull warmth that spread throughout her loins. Most of all, the pleasure from her go-button was turning her on the most. Having her insides rearranged didn't give her that big a lift. Butt-fucking wasn't much of a turn on for her. But having her little nubbin of clit toyed with gave her all the stimulation she needed to get off.

She felt the tides of orgasm begin to swell in her body.

"Fuck harder, damn you, you black son of a bitch, fuck harder! I need you in me!"

Big Dick tried his damnedest to meet her demands. He couldn't believe her endurance, her sexual appetite. When she climaxed, it almost took him by surprise. He felt her muscles convulse the entire length of his prick. He tried to work it out of her clutching bowels but couldn't. It was firmly lodged in the fiery hot pit of her rectum.

As the orgasm died in her body, he kept up his fucking. The heat of her steamy interior began to work its sexual magic on him. His thick diametered cock was heated to the melting point. He had no choice. He came.

He fountained out a geyser of white seed. As soon as it touched the girl's aroused, ultra-sensitive asshole, she came again. Her muscles locked down on Big Dick's glans. He felt like he was being milked for even creamy drop of his cum.

He groaned and rocked back and forth in reaction to his come. He'd never found a bitch this hot before. She was actually giving him a hell of a lot of pleasure – and it was obvious she'd gotten off a couple of times before he did.

Not understanding it but accepting, he continued to pump back and forth into the tiny asshole until his unbelievably long pecker went flaccid. He looked down as his tool in disbelief. This was the first time any chick had ever worn that out so fast.

"Honey, you are the hottest one I ever seen. You got the hottest, tightest, most clutchingest ass ever."

Summer had fallen forward onto the bed. She was drenched with sweat. Her ass dribbled out a tiny flow of pearly white cream mixed with bright red blood. He had ripped her up good inside. She knew that it would be some time before she was ever able to take a cock up her roar and enjoy it.

And the enema he'd given her would be at work for some time. She didn't much appreciate that either. But this was the way the game was played out on the road. She'd found out the hard way. And that was the only way she could be now – hard.

"All right, you black bastard. You've gotten paid for your chauffeuring duties. When the hell are we going to get rolling? You said you had to be in Boston."

"Right on, honey. I suppose I'd better get to gear grinding and double clutching and all that jive stuff."

He pulled on his pants and slipped into the seat of the rig. He kicked the diesel to full power and they went rolling down the highway. Summer quietly dressed and packed her knapsack. She wasn't going to stay with Big Dick all the way to Boston. He would bugger her again. She knew that just as sure as the sun was in her eyes.

She had held onto her sanity once while being cornholed. She wasn't sure if she could do it again. The only solution for her was to jump out and make a run for it when the first opportunity presented itself.

With the initiation into hitchhiking she'd had already, she figured she could do all right.

After all, it didn't matter where she ended up as long as it was far away. Boston was just where Big Dick was headed. She might find someone more congenial who was going somewhere else.

Big Dick rolled into a diner and said to her, "Go get yourself some food while I get this rig tanked up." He tossed her a five dollar bill. "And get a thermos of coffee while you're at it. The bennies I dropped down the road are starting to wear off. I gotta pop a few more. With the coffee, I can make the state line before sunset."

Summer took the money without comment. She grabbed her pack and trudged into the diner. Just as the door was closing, she turned and saw Big Dick pulling out. He'd left her.

She shrugged it off. It was just as well. She hadn't wanted to stay with him much longer. She could see he was getting randy looking at her. There just wasn't much more she wanted to do with him sexually. The thought of sucking that black cock didn't exactly turn her on. She figured he would have delighted in face fucking her.

There was no way in hell she could have swallowed all nine and a half inches of his prick.

Better to take the five bucks he gave her and put some food into her belly. It'd been a long time since she'd eaten.

The aroma from the diner wasn't particularly appetizing, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She'd eat whatever they put out and like it. She was that hungry.

She dumped her pack beside the counter and sat on one of the small stools. It had part of the stuffing coming out of it. The rest of the place was as elegantly decorated. It was all early orange crate decor.

And the people inside fit the decor perfectly. A few truckers were seated in the back of the room under a sign saying "Truckers Only" and the other patrons in the cafe were apparently locals.

"What can I get for you?" the waitress asked.

Summer looked at the menu, scraped away a ketchup stain, then said, "Number three looks edible. And a glass of milk."

The waitress shrugged as if the teenager had made a bad choice and walked off, chewing viciously at her gum.

Summer sat, playing with her fork and knife until she heard a voice say, "Hey, Madge, I'll pick up the bill for the kid."

"The hell you say, Fred."

"No back talk." Turning to Summer, the man said, "Mind if I sit down with you?"

"Why not? You just bought my breakfast for me." She looked the blond, crew-cut man over. He wasn't bad-looking. She asked, "Why'd you shell out the money for my food?"

"You look like you can use the help. I've been down. I know what it's like. So, since a guy helped me out once, I figure I'll do what I can to help others. When you get on top of the heap, do the same."

"Son of a welfare thing?"

"Mutual protection is more like it. People on the road got to do that or we'd get stomped an all the time. And maybe die of starvation, to boot. Hell, I remember being so hungry I could've eaten my own boots, if I'd had any."

Summer laughed. She liked his easy going attitude. "The waitress called you Fred. That your name or a handle?"

"My name. You have to be into CB to ask something like that. Nobody gets stuck with Fred unless it's given to him at birth."