Ted's crisp crotch bush ground into the fine soft curls of her beaver, and their bellies smacked loudly together. She'd asked him to be gentle, but in his excitement he got carried away and began fucking her fast and hard and deep. Cindy didn't mind. Her own instincts told her to fuck faster, too, to take his rigid prick as deep into her boiling cunt as she could. The faster and harder they fucked, the hotter the friction, the more dizzying the pleasure.
"Ooohhh!" Cindy squealed. "It's great, Ted! I love it! Keep doing it hard like that! Yeah, yeah!"
If this was fucking, she definitely liked it. Or at least she liked it with Ted. Pop had made it seem so brutal and disgusting, but Ted only excited her more and more. His stiff adolescent prick dug into her hole deep and hard and fast, making her horny little cunt burn and flood. She felt mounting pleasure, the urge to arch her body sharply under his so that her greedy clit was rubbed hard each time he lunged into her gushing twat.
"Ahhhh!" she wailed. "So fuckin' good! Aaaggghhhh!"
Ted felt her coming. There was no mistaking it. Some girls hardly moved or even quickened their breathing, but Cindy pulled out all the stops. Her tight little cunt grew even tighter around his plunging rod, squeezing and gripping his cock like a velvet vise. Her cunt-cream showered out, hot and steamy, all around his buried prick. She screeched and wailed her pleasure, and her delicious little body went into violent spasms.
Ted valiantly fucked away, letting her spin out her orgasm before he took his.
He moaned hoarsely, and then she felt a flood of hot, wet jism deep in her cock-stuffed cunt…
CHAPTER THREE
Ted had wanted to fuck her again, but Cindy felt she ought to be on her way. The sun was coming up, and it was just remotely possible that Pop might wake up early, notice her absence, and send the pigs after her. He didn't love her, of course. He'd complained for years that she was a nuisance, a drag on his freedom. But after last night he had a powerful motive for keeping her. "From now on," he'd said, "you're my whore."
Cindy imagined how it would be not only to take his beatings and endure his drunken raving, but also to have to fuck him anytime he wanted it – or be beaten even worse. No way. Nothing could persuade her to return to that life. She was going to find her mother and live decently for a change. California seemed a million miles away, and she was scared and almost broke, but she felt she had no other choice.
Ted let her off on the freeway, and Cindy almost panicked when he drove away. She hadn't known him long, but he seemed like the only friend she had. Then she got her courage up again by thinking of Pop and how he'd brutally raped her.
Cindy put out her thumb and waited. The early April dawn was foggy and cold, and she hoped she wouldn't have to wait very long. In the distance she saw an enormous truck approaching, one with two huge trailers. Its roaring almost deafened her, and it seemed to strain with its load. She smiled and waved as it approached, and the driver grinned and waved back.
The huge truck groaned past her and slowly drew to a stop. Cindy gawked at it for a moment, then ran to catch up. She'd been lucky. She had a ride already.
The driver had the passenger door open and was leaning out to grin at her when she got there. He helped her climb up – it was a very long way. Cindy shivered deliciously in the warmth of the cab. She felt excited about riding in one of these giants of the road – it would be much more interesting than a car.
"I'm not supposed to give rides," the driver said in a raspy voice. "So if any other trucks come by, you duck, okay?"
"Sure, mister," said Cindy. "Thanks a lot for picking me up. It was so cold out there."
He laughed, a pleasant throaty sound. "Where you bound?"
"California," Cindy said dreamily. "Los Angeles. I'm going to see my mother."
The driver glanced at her intently, then got the rig back on the freeway. Mike Polanski had been around, seen it all, and he knew a runaway teenager when he saw one. In a way he was a fool to pick her up. It could spell lots of trouble. But when he saw that cute little blonde chick standing all alone on the road, he just couldn't resist. He'd heard other guys talk about picking up these hippie chicks, about how easy they were… Maybe it was bullshit, but he had to find out.
"California, huh?" he said. "That's a long way. I'm going to Indiana, though, and that'll be some help. I can take you as far as Indianapolis."
"Indiana," said Cindy. "Where's that?"
Oh, Jesus, thought Mike.
"Quite a ways, honey," he said pleasantly. "We won't get there till it's dark. So relax, take a nap if you want. We'll stop for breakfast pretty soon."