Unknown - Bea_s pony

"I'll bite it off, so help me," I seethed out at him through clenched teeth. Probably remembering his nose he changed expression as if he were convinced I meant it. He backed away. I felt I had won some kind of a victory.

"She don't eat, Mach," Hank said.

"Shit she don't eat!" Macho exclaimed. "They all eat. There ain't a woman around don't want it. What do you think makes the dumb cunts so dumb? It's cock, man, cock," he bellowed.

Spitting into my vulva suddenly, he rubbed the spittle into the lips with his fingers. Leaning forward, he tried to run the spongy organ into my vagina in its flaccid state. The exercises I had been doing all morning evidently had made it possible to thwart him. He got nowhere.

I was afraid his continued frustration might lead to further violence so I relaxed. At one point in his struggles then, he succeeded, by careful tamping, in getting the hooded tip just inside the entrance. For some reason he could not feel the degree of success he had thus achieved and allowed it to fall right out again.

Hank and Bijou remained breathless, apparently afraid to make any comment. The truck slowed down to a stop, and I heard the motor turn off. The fat boy appeared through the curtain, combing his hair and staring at me.

"Tony, you fuck her," Macho said, getting off me. "I ain't ready yet." He sat back against the wall looking dazedly at his penis.

Tony unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a penis that quickly hardened. It had a long, thin look to it. He broke into a smile and knelt down between my legs.

He didn't quite know where to put it, but jabbed away at me anyway. He poked a few places that really hurt and I howled. Both he and Macho interpreted my cries as sexual. Macho crawled back over to me.

"You like that, huh? Fuck her good, Tony. She's loving every minute of it." He began to laugh softly.

Tony finally found the right spot, but got only two good strokes inside when I felt him come. Then, instead of leaving it there to pump the full load into me, he yanked it out. The stuff flew all over. Everybody backed away and I felt the pressure come off my arms. They, had fallen asleep.

"You some nut, Tony?" Macho yelled.

"He's crazy, Mach," Hank volunteered. "I keep tellin' you."

"Yeah," piped in Bijou.

"What did you take it out for?" Macho was still yelling at him, totally amazed. "You leave it in, dummy, 'til it's all dumped inside," he emphasized. "Ain't you never fucked?"

Macho had a lot of the come on his levi's and undershorts, and was daubing disgustedly at himself with a corner of one of the blankets.

I used my torn underpants to wipe it out of my pubic hair where most of it had lodged. Some of it was oozing out my vagina. I rolled the panties into a ball and stuffed them between my legs. Getting up, I smoothed down my dress, adjusted my shoulder bag, and made a move for the curtain.

Tony was standing closest to the partition. I winked at the inexperienced kid as I went by. He had seemed sheepish and ashamed of himself during the heap of abuse they had piled on him, and blushed at my wink, turning his face from me.

"Hey, Tony, grab her," Macho yelled, getting up from the floor and pulling up his pants.

I dashed past Tony who for some reason sought not to hold me, slid across the front seat and jumped out onto the ground. The truck had pulled into a wooded area off the road. The macadam was visible about fifty yards away, and I struck out for it, first taking off my shoes.

There was shouting and sounds of a scuffle inside the panel truck, then the back end opened, and looking back, I saw three of them pile out.

They were soon right behind me and closing fast. They caught me about five yards from the road, but I fought furiously now, with a shoe in each hand, screaming my head off.

I heard the brakes of a truck, and just as quickly as they had caught me, they let me go and ran back into the woods. I reeled out onto the road in the direction of the truck. A man was getting out. He was tall, slight, and fortyish.

"Am I glad to see a new face," I cried. "The last four were getting stale."

He came up to me and held me steady for a minute.

"I saw three. Were they kids?" he asked.

I nodded. "And consider ourselves lucky we're not school teachers." I was very much out of breath. I showed him my shoes, and he held me while I put them back on. "How do I look?" I asked. "If you say like a gang-bang, mister, you are batting two-fifty."

He laughed in a compassionate way that appealed to me and told me to get in the truck. It was a small pick-up, and I noticed he was only carrying a pair of tires in the truck bed.

"Snow tires," he said, noticing my curiosity.

"In Texas?"

"Mostly for mud," he smiled. "Where to?"

I explained what had happened to Helen and me, and described the road. He said it was about six miles from where we were but that he would be glad to take me. He put the truck in gear and drove off.

"I think some man must have invented heels," I said. I had turned the rearview mirror in such a way that I could use it for grooming. "If you only knew how hard it is to run in them." I was busily combing my hair. "All those movies when the girl runs away from some man in the woods. She always gets caught."

"Heels," he said.

"Heels."

"Did it ever occur to you," he began, "that maybe a woman might have invented them to make sure the man caught her."

"So what?" I said. "Either way it's a case of an equal human being handicapped to make another human took superior. It doesn't matter who did it, except if it was a woman as you suggest, that might mean women are more clever."

"I predict a long, enjoyable friendship," he said.

"Why not?" I asked. "Here's your mirror back." I turned it back a little, and he adjusted it to where he wanted it.

"By the way, don't you think you should report that little episode to the police?"

"And make folk heroes out of that bunch?" I blurted out.

"I feel a pun coming on," he chuckled.

"Exactly," I said. "I don't want to see that crew again in court or out of it. I'm leaving Texas in a few days, anyway. It's just a business trip."

"What do you do?" he asked.

"Write," I said.

"Don't tell me. Human interest stories. Our embattled youth, et cetera. Am I right?"

"Right!" I exclaimed. "And I want to find out first hand just how depraved they are on account of they're deprived. Actually, I work for a big tire company and go places where it doesn't snow looking for people who buy snow tires."

"It snows in Texas," he said.

"Not much, I'll bet."

"I told you they were for mud. I live off the highway on a winding dirt road," he told me.

"Alone?" I asked.

"When you're not there, yes," he answered.

"You're not a hermit or something like that, are you?" I asked.

"Would you rather I had said I lived with my mother?" he wanted to know.

"Well, I know a man who lives alone, that is, not quite," I added. "There's a little mare pony he keeps around the house, and the two of them are like an old married couple."

"No ponies," he said. "Just me and myself."

"Interesting arrangement," I remarked. "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh!" he pronounced. "It was love at first sight."

"You mean, when you passed that first mirror it hit you all of a sudden like."

"Yes," he said, "but now you've come along and broken us up." He brought the truck to a stop, reached over and embraced me.

It was a long, low-keyed kiss that said, let's take our time about this. He was filled with the strength of unhurried passion. I hadn't been kissed like that in a long time and savored the moment.

We broke, and I clung to him, wanting to forget somehow his maleness, his hardness of body for a brief time, and it was easy to pretend with him. He had that rare quality that blurs the sexes. Deep down inside me was a gnawing sadness that I was weaving fantasies again.