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 Teen Hitchhiker Gets a Horse Ride (Mf, rape, best, oral, anal)

   By billy69boy



   Disclaimer: All of my stories, and all the characters, are fictional,
and are not meant to resemble any real persons.  No underage people have
been harmed or otherwise exploited in the creation of this, or any, of my
fantasy stories.



   The crusty old man chewed on the stub of his long ago extinguished cigar
butt, as he ambled down the two lane road in his old pickup.  He was
pulling a horse trailer from Maryland to Kentucky, and he was in no great
hurry.  He worked by the hour, so what the hell, he thought.  He did like
his boss, who treated him well, he had to admit.  Gus had a way with
horses, having worked with them since he was a kid, and he was reliable. 
He'd been with the X bar X ranch for over 40 years now, and he didn't mind
his job as a stud specialist.  He especially enjoyed the long rides
delivering the horses to other ranches.

   He'd set out from Maryland before dawn, with two stud horses in tow, and
reached his first stop in Virginia in the early morning hours.  He dropped
off his first delivery, and then headed towards western Kentucky where he
was to drop off the other stud horse.  It was a beautiful spring day, sunny
and warm, and old Gus couldn't keep from smiling.

   He was about halfway across Virginia, in the middle of nowhere, when he
saw the hitchhiker on the side of the road, thumb sticking out.  Odd, he
thought, seeing a hitchhiker out here on a lonely back road.  He pulled
over and stopped.  He watched the figure run towards his truck, a baseball
cap pulled way down, and a backpack bouncing with each stride.  Brazenly,
the stranger opened the door and jumped in the pickup truck before saying a
word.

   "Where you headed?" Gus asked.

   "Outta here!  Let's move it!" was the response.

   With that, Gus stepped on it and they hurtled together down the road for
a bit before he finally slowed down some.  He was carrying a prize stud
horse, after all, and he didn't want to spook him.  After driving for a few
miles in silence, the scruffy old man spoke: "What's yer name?" he asked.

   "Jodi," was the reply.

   "How old are you?" Gus inquired, giving his new companion the once over.

   "Old enough, I reckon", Jodi shot back.

   Jodi was on the skinny side, with long legs and a face so angelic, he
wondered how a boy could look so...pretty.  He wore short-shorts and a
t-shirt that looked kind of feminine, if you asked him.  It was actually a
little disturbing, he thought to himself.

   "Where'd you say you're going?" Gus continued.

   "I didn't.  But if you must know, I'm goin' to Missouri.  Got kinfolk
there," Jodi explained.

   "Looks like you was in a big hurry to get out of here, that's fer sure,"
the old man offered, "runnin' from somethin' particular?"

   His question was met with silent contempt, so he didn't pursue it.  They
had plenty of time for chitchat, after all.

   "My mama died in the winter, and it was just me an' my no good drunken
stepfather after that.  He kept getting' worse and worse, until this
morning, that was IT!" Jodi exclaimed adamantly, and then grew silent
again.

   "What happened this morning, then?" Gus finally asked.

   Jodi paused, then explained: "When I woke up, he was lyin' on the floor
at the foot of my bed, out cold.  His pants were down around his ankles and
his empty whiskey bottle was still in his hand.  I looked down at myself,
and I almost threw up: My nightshirt was up around my neck, and there was
his sticky stuff all over my chest." Just then, Jodi pulled off the
baseball cap, and her thick head of blonde hair fell down around her face.
Gus almost ran off the road when he finally realized that "Jody" was
actually "Jodi", and she was quite fetching, indeed.

   "So, you're a girl!" gushed the old man.

   "Yeah, what of it, Mister?" she asked.

   "Oh nothing, dear, I just thought..." his voice trailed off.

   "Well, I can tell you that I am 100% female, so no need to worry," she
said sarcastically.

   "Hmph!" Gus grunted, "Well, what makes you think you're safe with me?"

   Jodi looked at the heavily bearded, pot-bellied old fool and smirked: "I
ain't afraid of you mister, believe me!  There ain't nothing you could come
up with that'd surprise me no how.  I reckon I've `bout seen it all, and
done most of it myself!"

   The old man stared at her intently.  His imagination ran the gamut of
all possibilities, some of which were not very nice, and he felt himself
blush a little.  He could feel his manhood stirring in his khaki shorts. 
Just the thought of having his way with this slim blonde spitfire was
almost more than he could process.  He was brought out of his reverie by
Jodi's voice:

   "Why do you only have one horse back there?" she asked.

   "I dropped the other horse off right before I picked you up."

   "Where's this one goin' then?"

   "Champ's going to a stud farm in Western Kentucky."

   "Champ?"

   "Well, his real name is Straight Shooter.  He was a champion racehorse
back in his day.  Now we just call him Champ," Gus explained.

   "Oh good, Missouri's just the next state over, so that'll work.  Hmmm, a
stud farm, huh?  Ha!  I wouldn't mind getting "studded" by Champ," Jodi
made herself laugh with her bold declaration.  She just said it for effect,
to see if she could get the old man to veer off the road again.

   "Be careful what you wish for, young lady," Gus warned, as he leered at
the girl shamelessly.

   "Ha Ha!  I ain't worryin' about it none, Mister," she responded bravely,
and turned to stare out the truck window.

   Gus couldn't keep his lustful eyes off the lithe young girl's slender
body and her long, bare legs, which seemed to take up the entire passenger
side of his truck.  It almost seemed like she was challenging him to try
something with her.  Gus might be old, but he could still think of all
kinds of things to do with her.  They drove along in silence, each absorbed
in thought.  As they made their way into the Appalachians, the driving got
a little trickier, and Gus had to force himself to concentrate on the road.
Jodi seemed to be getting antsier the higher up into the mountains they
drove.  Gus caught glimpses of Jodi with her hand between her legs.  Soon,
it was obvious that she was masturbating shamelessly right in front of him.
She didn't try to hide what she was doing in the least.

   "Like what you see, dirty old man?" she asked coyly, "I'll bet this
turns you on, watching an innocent young girl fingering her tight pussy,
doesn't it?  You should be ashamed of yourself, staring at someone who is
old enough to be your granddaughter."

   With that, she slid down lower on the seat, and pulled her legs tight
against her chest.  He watched as she slowly pulled her shorts to one side,
and ran her finger teasingly over her clit and up and down her slick pink
slit.  He was literally drooling as he watched her exercise complete
control over him.  Finally, he shook his head as if to awaken himself,
gripped the steering tightly with both hands, and rededicated his attention
to the road.

   She thinks she's in control, he thought, but this sassy little gal ain't
seen nothin' yet.  Lustful, even depraved thoughts ran through his head, as
he continued to feast his eyes on the young hitchhiker pleasuring herself
vigorously.  Just when he thought he could handle the erotic scene, Jodi
scooted further down in her seat, and put her sneakers against the
dashboard.  The old man was about to protest until she tore her daisy dukes
clean off in one quick motion.  Then, she opened her legs wide, and
revealed no panties, or even a tiny thong: just a bald young pussy, wet and
glistening in the morning sun.

   Old Gus swerved a little, but regained his composure quickly enough to
avert disaster.  He took a few deep breaths as he tried in vain to keep his
eyes on the road.  Jodi's fingers proved to be quite experienced, using two
of them to rub her clit in circles, while two others plunged deeply into
her love canal again and again.

   Jodi barely noticed that Gus had pulled off the main mountain road onto
a narrow dirt stretch that was more path than road.  The old man drove
slowly, as he navigated the bumpy, winding road deep into the woods.  All
the while, Jodi had her eyes closed as she continued to finger-fuck herself
to orgasm after orgasm.  She bucked up and down in her seat, oblivious to
her surroundings.

   Old Gus stopped his truck when they came across a small patch of grass
next to a fast moving stream.  Jodi opened her eyes in time to see the old
man jump out of the truck, reach behind the seat for something, and walk
briskly around to the passenger side door.

   "Why'd we stop?  Where are we?" she asked, as Gus pulled her out of the
truck, grabbed her wrists, and spun her around.

   "What the hell do you think you're doin' old man?" Jodi asked angrily,
as she was forced to her knees, and then pushed face down in the grass, her
hands yanked behind her back.

   "Nobody's ever disrespected my truck with such shameless behavior, young
lady," Gus grumbled in response, as he lashed the girl's wrists together
with his length of rough, brown rope, "now, you're gonna PAY!"

   Jodi laughed, "Oh, now I get it...you're fixin' to "punish" me for
fingerin' my pussy in front of you!  Hah!  That's a good one, mister," she
shot back tauntingly, as Gus pulled her to her feet, and pushed her along
until they came to a low branch on an old oak tree growing next to the
stream.  All the while, Jodi spoke continuously: "Well, let me tell you,
mister, you might try to justify raping me with that `disrespect' line, but
I've got news for you: whatever you decide to do with me, it ain't gonna be
called `rape'.  Rape would mean I don't want your sex, and you would have
to force yourself on me, but that ain't the case.  I WANT your sex, and I
CAN'T WAIT to see what you want to do to me, so there!" she announced
defiantly.

   Gus was silent as he stood her under the thick tree branch.  He slung
the rope over the branch above her head, and pulled on it until her arms
slowly rose up behind her back.  She escaped the pain in her shoulders by
bending forward at the waist as far as she could go.  When she reached her
limit, Gus tied the rope off and she could not move.  So, she decided to
keep on talking: "I hope you don't think you'll be gittin' some fresh
virginal pussy, Mister, because you're way too late for that.  I've been
around the block many times in my short life.  Hell, I been suckin' cock
since I was five, and fuckin' since I was six, so don't think you're gonna
show me anything I ain't already seen or tried," she rattled on.

   Gus let her talk without interruption.  He stood behind her bare ass,
and admired his prey: smooth, tight ass, a noticeable curve to her young
hips, and long legs like a newborn filly.  He reached his calloused hands
out and allowed them to explore her soft ass cheeks as she continued: "I've
had more cock than you could shake a stick at, mister.  Hell, I've had more
schlong inside my cunt than a sausage factory has meat!" She was delighted
with her analogy, and while she reacted to the old man's manipulation of
her ass, she became even more brazen: "Besides, old man, I doubt you can
even get it UUPPP!!" she shouted, as she felt his stiff, fat prick invade
her slick pussy.  "Fucking Christ, mister, you could have warned me at
least!" she admonished, as Gus held onto her slim hips, and fucked her
well-lubed vagina with all he had.  He was determined to teach her who was
boss.

   He reached under the bound girl, and pushed her thin shirt up over her
budding tits, and pulled it back over her head.  He groped and pinched her
swollen nipples until she tried to wriggle away from his rough treatment.
He fully expected her to protest, but all she did was moan in ecstasy, and
push her ass back towards his cock, as if trying to force more of his girth
inside of her wanton cunt.  The old man continued to pound his meat into
the skinny girl's pussy, as he tried to remember the last time he had sex
with anybody but his own hand.  His wife had died seven years ago, and they
weren't all that amorous since a few years before that.

   No matter, he thought, as he turned his attention on the spastic feeling
in his loins.  He knew it wouldn't be long, so he abruptly pulled his cock
out of the little vixen's cunt, and walked around in front of her.  He
grabbed her head in both hands, and dangled his slimy erection inches from
her angelic face.

   "You want me to suck your cock, and swallow your cum, that's fine with
me, mister.  I love cum.  So, don't try getting off thinking you're forcing
me to do something against my will, because it's not....MMMMPPPHHH!!" her
voice abruptly cut off by a rather large male member pushing into her hot
mouth.  Gus fucked her mouth with vigor equal to the pussy fucking he gave
her.  He held her head steady with a hand behind her neck, and he squeezed
and pinched her vulnerable tits with his free hand.

   He was so fed up with her insolence, that he thought it best to teach
her a lesson: He gripped her head firmly in both hands, and tried to get
his entire length down the young teen's throat.  She brags about having
done it all, he rationalized; let's see if she can deep throat my
formidable manhood.  He pushed forward as he held her head steady.  She
choked initially, not having expected the old man's new tactic.  As he
plunged deeper, she swallowed at just the right moment, and she felt his
rod slide down her gagging throat.  Sensing that he was successful in his
quest, Gus slowly pulled back, while he held his hand to her throat.  He
could feel her neck shrink up when his cockhead was just barely inside her
mouth.  Then, he slowly but steadily pushed his stiff pole past her
tonsils, and slide smoothly down her throat.  The hand on her neck felt the
swelling in her throat, as his intruding prick passed down her gagging
throat once again.

   This time, he didn't pull out right away.  He held her head tightly, and
pushed even more of his dick further into her throat, as far as it would
go. He held it in there, and thrust forward rapidly.  He could feel his
balls slapping against her chin slick with her saliva.  He looked down at
the captive girl's face, and noticed that her eyes were watering, and there
was constant drool seeping from each side of her desperate mouth. 
Emboldened, he pulled back out a few inches, then immediately shoved his
cock back in to the hilt, causing her eyes to widen.  This amused the old
man, and he continued to fuck the girl's throat with short, rapid strokes,
until he could hold back no longer.

   He didn't alter his tempo, and he didn't make any noises that would
alert the young teen: He just started pumping his sticky jizz down her
throat, load after load, until she choked, and he delighted in watching his
cum flow out of her nose and the sides of her mouth, as he emptied his sac
down her throat to the last drop.

   "MMMMMM!  That felt real good, child," the old man remarked, as he
walked toward the horse trailer.  "Yeah, well I reckon I've done that about
a thousand times before, so it's really no big deal to me, mister.  I loved
it too, so there!" she jeered at him.  "You're gonna have to do better than
that to impress me, you nasty old fuck!" she challenged.  Her defiance was
beginning to wear thin on the old man, and he silently accepted her
challenge.

   "Hey!  How `bout untying the rope!" the girl yelled.

   "Not yet, you're not done, not by no means!" Gus yelled over his
shoulder, snickering loud enough for the girl to hear him.  After a few
minutes in the trailer, Gus emerged with Champ, a riding crop, and a
bucketful of various grooming items.  They walked towards Jodi, who watched
in silence, for a change.  Gus put the bucket down by her feet, and
proceeded snap the riding crop on her inner thighs, her hips, and her ass
cheeks.  He stopped long enough to fondle and spread her ass cheeks wide.
She could feel Champ's breath on her back.

   "What the fuck do you think you're doin' now?" she asked, a note of
panic in her voice.  In response to her foul-mouthed question, he pushed
her legs open wider, and slapped her several times, directly on her pussy,
with the riding crop.

   "OUCH!  THAT HURTS!  WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, MISTER??"
she shrieked in agony, her vagina stinging hot.

   "I thought you liked everything I'm doing to you?  Now, spread your legs
nice and wide, and tell me how much you like having your tender little cunt
whipped!" Gus sneered, as he snapped the riding crop deftly, getting the
maximum sting from each stroke.  The girl took the remaining lashes
silently but defiantly.  Gus dropped the whip, and began to smack Jodi's
ass cheeks repeatedly with his rough hand, until they were bright pink.  He
jammed three fingers inside her moist love box, and fucked them back and
forth rapidly.  He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them all over her red
bottom.

   "This'll help him smell yer sex real good," Gus explained.

   "My what??" Jodi asked suspiciously.

   "You'll see soon enough," the old man reassured her.  With that, the old
man picked up two grooming brushes from the bucket, and began brushing the
big stallion's hind quarters.  The more he brushed, the more the horse
edged closer to Jodi's exposed rear.  The young teen could feel each exhale
of the horse's mouth and nose on her ass now, but she dared not move, not
that she could go very far.  She looked back at Gus, who was now brushing
between Champ's upper legs.  The horse seemed to get more excited with each
brush stroke.

   "Watcha doin' that fer?" the girl asked impatiently.

   "This is what we do when we prepare him for studding.  When he gets his
hind quarters groomed, he knows it's almost time to perform," The old Stud
Master explained.

   "Studding??" she asked nervously.

   The old man laughed gleefully.  "Surely you've done this sort of thing a
thousand times already, right?" he asked mockingly.

   "Hmph!  Well, maybe not a thousand times, but enough!" she shot back. 
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She was caught off guard when the horse's velvety
tongue came in contact with her drenched pussy for the first time.  Champ
pulled his head back and whinnied in response to Jodi screaming out, but he
immediately went about his business.  He licked her reddened pussy
fervently, slipping his long tongue deep into her love opening.  As Gus
continued to brush Champ's inner thighs, he let the brushes gently graze
his massive testicles, causing the horse's rear to twitch excitedly.  In
response, the horse licked the swooning girl's crack, from her brown pucker
down to her throbbing clit, and back again.  She writhed in ecstasy, and
moaned uncontrollably, as that thick, soft horse tongue licked her to
orgasm after wonderful orgasm.

   In the meantime, Champ now sported a full erection, and he anticipated
his reward.  Instead, Gus dropped the brushes and picked up the riding
crop. He used it to direct the horse around to the front of the bound girl.
He tapped the horse on the neck and motioned for him to rise up and put his
hooves on the overhead branch.  Champ and the old horseman had a very close
rapport, and he rose up obediently, even though he was confused.  As champ
rested his front hooves on the branch, his considerably large penis dangled
only inches in front of Jodi's face.  Her eyes were so wide; the old man
couldn't help but laugh out loud.

   "I reckon you done this here sorta thing at least a hundred times,
right?" he teased the frightened girl.

   "Yeah, probably that many times," she lied.  Gus stood behind her, and
eased her body forward until her lips touched the head of Champ's shiny
cock.

   "Open up your mouth, or I'll open it up for you!" the old man demanded,
"I thought you LIKED this sorta thing!" He yanked the girl's head back by
her hair, and put a finger up each of the girl's nostrils, and pulled until
she had no choice but to open her mouth.  He pushed her head straight
forward, until Champ's slimy cock was buried several inches into her
gagging mouth.  Gus removed his fingers from her nostrils, so she could
breathe through her nose.  She quickly regained her composure, and Gus
continued to push her face forward to accept more of Champ's cock.

   The horse whinnied in delight, as he received his first blowjob from a
young teen girl.  Sensing the rhythm that Gus was establishing, Champ began
to thrust his hips forward in time with the girl's dripping mouth, and soon
he was face-fucking the overwhelmed teen with stroke after stroke of horse
meat deep into the back of her throat.  Needing no more prodding by Gus, he
commenced to "groom" Jodi's tits with the stiff grooming brushes.  She
winced in discomfort, and tried to shake Gus off, to no avail.

   "Oh, c'mon, you must like having your tits brushed, don't you?" the old
man cajoled.  "Better yet, I've got something in this bucket you probably
already know plenty about...this here horse liniment ought to do the
trick." He opened the bottle and poured some of the heavy liquid in his
hand.  He rubbed it all over Jodi's sore red tits, and it burned like hell.
The poor girl was getting face-fucked by a horse cock, and now her tits
were on fire to boot.  Gus picked up the brushes, and picked up where he
left off.  He rubbed her raw tits unmercifully, as she writhed, and gagged
on Champ's stiff pole.

   "I reckon you must really be lovin' this, huh?" Gus offered.  But, just
then, he saw Champ's balls twitching, and he knew it was time: he dropped
the brushes, and held the slim girl's head in a head lock, while he reached
over with his other hand and gently squeezed Champ's balls.  He rubbed them
and kneaded them, and the horse reared his head up and shook it wildly in
the air.  He whinnied loudly, almost desperately, as he released his first
big spurt of hot horse cum into the back of Jodi's mouth, and down her
throat.

   "Swallow it all, you little slut!  You know how much you love to swallow
cum!" Gus commanded.  Jodi was determined to stay one step ahead of the
nasty old man, and she did her best to swallow as much as she could.  The
second wave of horse jizz squirted into her mouth, then the third and the
fourth, and she struggled to gulp it all down.  Her chin and throat
glistened with gooey horse cum, as she struggled to take as much of his cum
as she could.  As the horse was finishing with his last series of thrusts,
Gus wrapped his fingers around her throat and pushed her head forward until
the massive bulge of horse cock filled her throat, impaling her head on the
horse's cock.  She almost passed out from lack of oxygen, as all that hot
jizz tried to force itself out of her body through her nostrils and past
her stretched mouth.  Gus held her head in that position for what seemed
like forever, but it was only for a minute or so.  When he saw her face
turning blue, he pulled her head back slowly until Champ's semi-flaccid
cock meat plopped out of her mouth.

   He motioned for Champ to come down from the branch, and the horse seemed
happy to oblige.  Next, he untied the rope from the tree, and freed Jodi's
hands from behind her back.  He rubbed her shoulders to loosen them up, and
slowly she brought them around to the front of her prone body.  She lay on
the grass in a state of semi-consciousness.  Gus took advantage of the
moment, and tied her wrists together and placed them on her stomach.  He
led Champ down to the stream for a cool drink.  The horse seemed puzzled
but contented, as he slaked his thirst.

   Old Gus led Champ back to the girl who was still lying motionless.  Her
breathing had returned to normal, but her eyes remained closed.  He walked
over to the trailer and brought back some extra rope, and two wide leather
straps.  He motioned for the horse to stand over top of the exhausted girl.
He maneuvered each strap under the girl, one underneath her shoulders, and
the other one under her hips.  He untied her bound hands, and retied them,
outstretched, onto the shoulder strap.  Her ankles were tied to the hip
strap as well.  Jodi was still too out of it to protest.  But, when Gus
slung the two straps over Champ's back and secured them with the big
buckles attached, she became aware that she was swinging in the air,
dangling from underneath the patient horse.  Her arms and legs were
thoroughly immobilized, tightly bound, as they were, to the straps.

   Satisfied, Gus once again began to stimulate Champ's balls and hind
quarters with the grooming brushes, causing the horse to buck his head up
and down, and emit a few excited whinnies.  Jodi seemed to come to when she
heard him.  She opened her eyes, and took stock of her rather tenuous
position.

   "Hey, what the fuck do you think yer doing, you fucking creep?" she
wailed.  Gus let out a big guffaw at the sound of her protest.

   "Well, looky here!  She finally woke up, and just in time too!  I know
you done this a million times before, so I won't bother explainin' it to
ya," Gus teased, as he noticed Champ's erection growing to almost its full
length.

   "Well, yer plum crazy if you think that horse is gonna fuck my little
pussy, mister!" she shouted in defiance.

   "Hmmm, I guess we're about to find out, little missy!" Gus shot back
with glee.  He put down the grooming brushes, and poured some liniment into
his weathered hand, and began applying it to Jodi's defenseless cunt.

   "OW, motherfucker that shit is fuckin' HOT!  Are you tryin' to kill me?"
the bound girl yelled, as she squirmed around helpless to move out of
harm's way.  Emboldened by her protest, Gus worked the liniment deep into
her young sex, finger fucking her mercilessly; until he was satisfied she
was properly lubricated.

   Grabbing Champ's cock in both hands, he guided it forward until the head
came in contact with her shining entrance.

   "You are one sick sonofabitch, you know that?" Jodi cried out.

   "Well, darlin' you was the one who bragged about getting studded by
Champ, so I'm just giving you what you want!" Gus shot back.  With that, he
grabbed hold of the hip strap, and pulled Jodi's skinny body back into
Champ's loins, and his cock head entered her love canal.  Champ caught on
quickly when he felt her wet heat, and he thrust forward into her stretched
out sex, while she wailed loudly.  Back and forth, Gus would push her
naked, slung body back, and Champ would push forward at the same time.  She
was taking more and more of his thick shaft each time, and Gus' eyes bulged
out gleefully as he watched her hairless body get impaled again and again
by the eager horse.

   Jodi ceased complaining after 20-30 strokes.  After the initial shock
and fear wore off, she instinctively got into the rhythm and relaxed enough
so that the thick horse meat actually felt kind of good.  She felt fuller
than she had ever had before, but there was no longer any pain.  She just
went along for the ride, and before long, she erupted in a fantastic
orgasm. The extra lubrication from her girl juices allowed Champ to
penetrate her even deeper, and she had another orgasm, then another one
right after that, and she finally passed out, more from satisfaction than
pain.  She hardly was aware when the horse finally exploded, and filled her
with his hot fluid.

   After the commotion subsided, Gus slowly walked Champ back down to the
stream, where he untied his exhausted victim and laid her along the stream
bank.  Champ wandered down to the water for another drink, while Gus busied
himself removing all the ropes and straps until Jodi was free.  He decided
he should clean her up a bit, and he dragged her onto the narrow bank of
sand that built up along the stream.  As he swished water over her body, he
found himself rubbing her tenderly, and he stopped to admire her cute shape
and adorable face and long blonde hair.

   He also became aware that his own erection was pushing against the front
of his shorts.  He figured he might as well fuck her good and proper while
she was still knocked out.  He positioned her body doggie style on the
beach, with her head facing the stream.  Her ass was now fully accessible
and quite vulnerable.  Why not?  He thought, as he dipped two fingers into
her well-worn cunt, extracted some slippery liquid from it, and applied it
to her tight brown pucker.  He went back several times to scoop up more and
deposit it into her ass, as he massaged her sphincter muscle, which began
to relax more with each stroke of his fingers, first one, then two at a
time.

   He heard a soft moan coming from the girl's awakening body, as he
quickly pulled off his shirt and shorts.  As he stood straddling her
kneeling body, Jodi began to stir under him.  He did not hesitate to align
his tingling cock with her well lubricated rectum, and push it deep inside
her forbidden entrance.  She was so tight back there; it made him shake
with lust.

   "Hey!  What do you think yer doin' now, you fuckin' creep?" she spewed
out, her voice back to normal and fully functioning once again.  Gus said
nothing, and just kept pounding her ass hard and deep and without mercy.

   "Mister, you better git the fuck off me right now!" she demanded loudly.
Gus just grunted like an animal, and kept fucking her ass.  Pure lust
welled up inside him, and he slammed his cock to the hilt with every
stroke.

   "I'm tellin' you now, you old fuckin' goat, you better..." her protest
ceased abruptly when she found her head suddenly underwater, with the old
man's hands wrapped around her throat.  He didn't ease up, and his large
frame came down hard on her thin shape relentlessly.  After several
seconds, he pulled her head back out of the water so she could breathe, but
she was more interested in complaining, so he plunged her face underwater
again, only this time he tightened his grip on her neck...that would teach
the smart-mouth girl a lesson, he rationalized.

   Feeling himself getting ready to unload his cock into her tight ass, he
pulled her head out once more, and this time she gasped for air silently,
as she felt him pumping her full of his vile jizz.  She finally gave up
fighting him, and took his hard driving cock until it was empty.  After
collapsing on top of her bent over body for a few minutes, Gus stood up
over her.  He easily picked the girl's well used body up and threw her into
the stream.

   "Wash yerself off, little slut," he ordered, as he walked back to the
trailer.  He returned with a towel, a roll of toilet paper, and a shovel.
He dried himself off with the towel, and then tossed it onto the sand in
her direction.  As he put his clothes back on, he told her to dry off and
get dressed.  They would be heading out soon, right after he took care of
some business.  With that, he disappeared into the woods with his shovel
and toilet paper in hand.

   Jodi knew she only had a few minutes to act: once Gus was out of sight,
she ran to the trailer and unhitched it from the pickup.  She might have
been bluffing about all her sexual exploits, but she did grow up on a farm,
and she knew all about trucks and trailer hitches.  She quietly opened the
truck door and climbed in.  The keys were still in the ignition, and her
clothes and her backpack were on the passenger seat.  She closed the door
silently, and started the engine.  Without hesitation she put it in first
gear, floored the pedal, and the truck quickly lurched down the bumpy dirt
path and back onto the main mountain road.  She didn't look back.  She
remembered that there was a saddle in the trailer, and smiled because she
knew Champ would be alright.  She might have despised the old man, but she
wasn't really mad at the horse.  In fact, she was pretty impressed,
thinking how well she managed to ride him...from underneath, that is.  The
image in her mind made her grin from ear to ear.

   As she barreled down the two-lane road, she noticed Gus had left his
cell phone on the dashboard.  She tried to think of someone she might want
to call: nope, not really.  First, she pulled out the battery and memory
card and flipped them out the window and down the mountain.  The cell phone
followed a few seconds later.  Sitting next to her on the bench seat was
Gus' wallet.  She shook her head, as she picked it up...so careless of him,
she thought to herself.  She opened it up to see a wad of cash inside.  She
took the money, and glanced at it.  There were several hundred dollar bills
in the pile, she noted.  Old Gus must have just gotten paid, she thought.
She put the wad of bills between her legs for safe keeping, and then threw
the wallet out the window, and over the mountain side.

   She figured she earned that money and then some.  And the truck would
come in handy too.  It was a clear, warm afternoon, and it felt good to be
speeding down the road, wearing nothing at all.  She vowed to stop and get
dressed before the next town came into view, but for right now this felt
good: freedom and liberation, and victory over her despicable enemy.  She
had to chuckle to herself when she thought about how expensive it was for
old Gus to decide to take that shit when he did.
Life was good, Jodi smiled to herself, and Missouri was getting closer

by the minute.