stinking goo. Both of us slipped and went completely over our heads before we were able to get our balance.
The rest of the afternoon and night were the worse I have ever spent. Flies buzzed us, people shit on us and sprayed us with their urine. We couldn't walk because we'd slip if we moved. We couldn't sit or lay because it was too deep. All we could do was stand, covered almost to our chins, for long hours as the filth dried on our faces and in our hair. It was unbearable. It took me nearly a month to wash away the last of the feeling.
Trinket almost went crazy down there. I didn't fare much better. Every time we saw an ass appear in one of the holes, we'd cringe away from that hole. Most of the people using it deliberately tried to get us and we had to turn our backs to keep from getting hit in the face. Our efforts exhausted us and there wasn't any relief. We huddled together in spite of our horrible condition. It was rough trying to keep each other warm and awake during the long night.
By nine the next morning Jack Rabbit felt we'd suffered enough and had the boys throw a rope to us. Everyone gathered around and laughed as we tried to climb up the slick, shitty rope. When we'd proved we couldn't do it, someone lowered us a ladder and we carefully climbed out.
We walked slowly, holding hands in a vain effort to ward off the hoots of those gathered around to torment us. It seemed like it took forever to get to the single garden hose at the back of the shower. I hosed Trinket first and then she hosed me. Then we went into the shower. Once there, we spent an hour scrubbing ourselves raw in an effort to get clean.
I made up my mind right then that I was going to leave, even if it meant going to jail. I'd finish out the day. I didn't feel like eating, but I'd need some sleep if I was going to leave. I tried to convince Trinket that she should come, but she wouldn't. As rotten as this life was, she felt at home in it now. Then too, if she went, and we were arrested, I could get in a lot of trouble because she wasn't of age.
CHAPTER TEN
I'd no sooner stuck my thumb out this time than a big, long-haul truck ground to a halt and offered me a lift. 'I'll give you a ride to Barstow -if you make it worth my while,' he grinned as he helped me get Hitler into the cab. 'What do you have in mind?' I asked, pretty damned sure I already knew. 'You,' he said matter-of-factly. 'Fair's fair.' I smiled, spotting the highway cop who'd almost pinched me the last time, as he cruised by on the other side.
It won't always be this way, I thought. I won't have to fuck for rides too much longer. The driver didn't look like a weirdo. He just wanted to be able to fool around while he drove and have the chance to drain his cock in me. I let Hitler have the window and scooted over next to him. I'd found my bra before I left this time, so it wasn't quite as exciting for him when I rubbed my tit against his arm. It was still good enough to give him a hard-on, which really pleased me.
He wheeled the big rig back onto the highway, shifted a whole bunch of times, and made himself comfortable before he dropped a hand on my thigh. It sent tingles shooting to my crotch. If I kept heating up like I was, I wouldn't have a thing in the world to worry about. I was surprised that I didn't hate men after what I'd been through, but I didn't. I knew that they might be using me and didn't really care. The world was full of people using people for their own ends. I had a body that enjoyed being touched by men and I'd learned to use it to my advantage. Life, I had found out, could be hard enough without hang-ups. There wasn't any sense in making it rougher by feeling guilty about a silly little thing like sex.
The truck driver's hand fondled my leg before working up to my belly. I felt the stubby, strong fingers running over my jeans. It was pleasant. I didn't wait for him to unzip my pants. The thought of him struggling with that, while trying to drive the huge truck, was scary. I unsnapped them myself. Not only undoing the zipper, but working them to my ankles as well. I wanted to give him plenty of room to work on my cunt.
The big, barrel-chested man with tatoos and a dark complexion didn't wait to be invited. His fingers ran up my smooth; soft, inner thigh to my panties. He traced the outline of the elastic bands. He teased my naked tummy. His fingers strolled over the tight, powder-blue cloth covering my privates and dipped between my legs. I let him fool around without starting in on him. I didn't know just how horny he was and didn't want to waste his excitement on a quickie. I scooted as low as I could and just let him do all the work for the time being. It seemed better that way.
He knew what he was doing. He slid all four fingers up and down, across the crotch of my panties. Then he hooked the elastic band at the top of them and slid his hand inside. His fingers gingerly pinched and rubbed my cuntlips until they began to make my hole drip. He got my cuntjuice on his fingertip and drew it back up. It began to race around the top of my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasant chills shooting into my cunt. He was delighted when I began to squirm.
'Feels good, doesn't it?' he chuckled. 'Umm-hmm!' I grinned back. He rolled the heel of his hand on my pubic bone and slid his middle finger down. It dipped between my cuntlips and into my snatch again. I squirmed hotly as he curled the finger and hooked the upper opening. 'Wow!' I gasped, as he applied pressure and his finger moved back and forth, rubbing my twat.
He slid his ring finger in too, opening my cunt wide. I felt a rush of air sucking into me. I wiggled at the temperature change. My pussy started drooling again and got all gushy inside. My passions rose as he diddled and I burned hotter and hotter. The sweet scent of sex rose rapidly as I simmered and burned. His fingers probed my soft, yielding cunt.
I glanced over and saw his giant prick making his loose pants rise like a tent. I was so hot now that it took a lot of will power to keep from fondling his prick. His fingers and hand looked odd, wiggling around inside the confining nylon of my panties. They were being hampered by the tight cloth. I raised up enough to roll them down. As I did, his finger slipped and went inside my cunt. It was still bent. I gasped with lust as his finger scraped my pussy.
The man chuckled. His finger pulled out of my box and began to pinch the buttons on my blouse open. I was going to help him, but quickly found that he didn't need it. My blouse was gaping wide within seconds. The twin mounds of my frayed, lacy bra stuck out, fully exposed. The man didn't waste any time. He ran a finger under the shoulder straps. He pushed them down onto my arms. I giggled hotly as he turned the cups inside out. My tits jutted provocatively. My nipples hardened as he lifted my tits out of the bra. The areolas crinkled in excitement and rose to diamond-hard stiffness. His hands rested against the bunched-up material of my bra. Then he started to worry the nipples with his fingertips.
I checked on the state of his hard-on and noticed a bead of cooze oil wetting his pants. I couldn't stand it any longer. My left hand snaked out and I scratched the damp spot with my fingernail. The man shivered with delight. I found his fly and worked hurriedly on his zipper. Suddenly I couldn't wait to have a cock in my hand. I needed to look at it, caress it, feel its warmth and ruggedness. I needed to thrill to its touch and the lush color of its sculptured head. I needed to smell the sweet, strong scent of his cum and taste the salty jizz.
He was wearing boxer shorts and it was easy to get his cock out. I wasn't disappointed. It was beautiful. The cockhead was red and already dripping. Its veins were rugged and prominent. It was seven inches long and powerfully stiff. I slid my fingertips lightly, like a feather, along the top and bottom of his prick, and watched as his prick bounced to my thrilling touch.
I kept this up for a long time, running my fingers first up and down, and then around and around the head. The more I played with his cock, the more my pussy drooled. It was wild. It was as if our nerves were tied together. Dipping into his pants again, I worked his balls out so they could share in my caresses. When I'd properly heated his cock, I scooted my butt over against Hitler. Resting on my elbows, I sank my mouth onto the man's delightful prick. The salty taste was wonderful. He was sweating and emitting his cum. I lavished the hot cock with kisses and ran my tongue over it. He reached over and caught one of my dangling tits and started playing with it. Both of us squirmed in heated passion.
I was as happy as a baby sucking on her mother's tit. It was like I'd gone without food for a long time. I could have gobbled the whole thing up without a second thought. That is, I could have, if I hadn't wanted to taste his cum and maybe have him sink it in my cunt. I ran his cock in and out of my mouth twice, just to savor the delicious taste. Then I took his prick out. Starting at the base of the beautiful thing, I ran my tongue up and down the sides, all the way around his prick. God, but it was nice.
