by Q. Zayne
What could I say? Don’t visit your friends? Inconvenience yourself for a strange girl bumming a ride? I could ask him to take me to a bus station, but then I wouldn’t see him anymore.
“That’s fine.” I drank more coffee, proud of myself for being adventurous. I wanted to see new places, meet new people. Well, here I was doing it. Better to be brave than chicken shit, though I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that Mom and Dad wouldn’t approve.
“It’s pretty country through here. My buddy Lyle has a place in the forest. Nothing like being out in nature to restore my peace after days on the road.”
“Sounds good.”
“Me and Lyle and Tyrone go way back. Went to high school together and all became truckers. Lyle lost his shirt in a the dot-com collapse and Tyrone did some time for a bum rap. When he got out, I helped him get started trucking. He took to it fast, loves the independence the way I do.” He eyed me. “They’re good guys, gentlemen.” His smile lifted his mustache, revealed lips that looked like he was a good kisser.
“Okay,” I whispered. He could smile at me that way all day long.
He took the plates back to the restaurant. Clearly, they knew Buck here, too, to let him take their plates out to his truck instead of to-go containers. I took a deep breath. He was a trucker. People knew the man and liked him all along his route. He had a long-time friend who lived near here. Nothing wrong with continuing to ride with him.
I pulled my phone out of my jeans and sent Mom a perky text about stopping for breakfast and enjoying my trip. I let her know I’d probably be out of reach the rest of the day. All true. I just didn’t mention I was traveling by big rig instead of by bus. This way they wouldn’t worry. And someone knew my whereabouts. Gia So-and-so disappeared from—. I shut off my brain’s imaginary All Points Bulletin. I was fine. Buck was a good man. Plus, I kind of wanted him to touch me.
I put my phone away. He sauntered up to me smiling. I envied how his entire body moved all at once, super-streamlined like a super hero. No jiggling and bouncing all over like mine.
“There are showers here if you like, or you can use the private one at Lyle’s.”
“Oh.” My eyes widened. I didn’t know what to choose. “A shower would be great.”
“I like to shower at his place, cleaner than the public ones. Do whatever’s comfortable.”
“Okay, if you think it’s okay, I’ll shower at your friend’s.”
“Great. Lyle’s hospitable to travelers. He’s done a lot of traveling himself, likes to give back.”
“Alright.” Sounded fine. I’d rather be in a private home than a truck stop bathroom. As much as I relished the freedom of my road trip, I had in common with Buck that I liked things clean.
He stowed the chairs and tables. This time when he opened the door for me and held out his hand, I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t mind at all his big hand boosting my full ass right into his rig like he owned me. I didn’t even blush so bad.
He slid into place and started up the truck. Glanced over at me.
“I’m glad you’re sticking with me, Gia. You’re good company for the road.”
“Thanks for the ride.”
“You’re welcome.” His mustache moved, his smile deepening.
He turned on some classic rock and I half-dozed as his truck rolled over miles of road through towns and woods. He drove well, and I felt safe.
It struck me that we were way out in the country, off the main highway. That made me nervous, but of course his friend didn’t live right on the highway. Probably not all that far out, given that he was a trucker. Was I out of my mind going off the highway to some unknown place with three men? Buck didn’t mention any women.
He parked in a pullout that held two other big rigs in an area clear of trees. The other trucks gleamed, too, and I figured those were his friends’. Bet they’d picked the parking spot to avoid tree mess on their shiny trucks. Dad would miss me scrubbing the pine sap off his car this summer.
“It’s just a walk through the trees.” He helped me down and we set off into the forest.
“Okay.” My nerves kept jumping as we walked through the trees.
A lot of bad news stories involved girls in forests, their bodies, mostly. My Mom was big on pointing those out to me over breakfast.
Squirrels yelled at us. Thick mulch gave with every step. The air smelled fresh with an under note of redwood mulch. We could be on our way to a 4-H camp out. But we were heading for a stranger’s house, and no one knew where I was going to end up. No one would be able to find me. The trail didn’t take a trace of tracks.
I made myself calm down and keep walking. The path narrowed and Buck went ahead of me. That helped. My nerves got distracted by his fine rear view. Damn, the ass on that man. A tattoo tendril peeked out at the top of his T. His neck was kind of red. Okay, that might be a bad sign, but I had a writing class once and the instructor warned about stereotypes. The man could have a red neck and not be un-cultured or a rapist-killer.
My gaze slipped to his arms. Better. Was that a cheetah, leopard or jaguar snarling from his shoulder? The big cat looked ready to leap from his body and tear the throat out of his prey. I shuddered in the deep shade. His arms showed me a thorn-wrapped heart, a bleeding rose, a regal raven, and symbols I couldn’t make out. Maybe his buddy Tyrone wasn’t the only one who did time. The tats were pretty good, but sexy-crude, not the kind of slick things guys I went to school with got when they went to San Francisco for some upscale skin art. Had Buck been in prison? Would he tell me it was a bum wrap? Goosebumps broke out on my arms. I hugged myself and hurried to keep up with him.
I wasn’t so sure I should be following this guy to a stranger’s house, but I sure as hell didn’t want to get lost in the woods. My pack was locked in his truck. I didn’t even have a compass, or water, or food—or my knife.
Buck stopped and I bumped into him. He chuckled and reached back to steady me. It was eerie, like he was so aware of me, he didn’t have to look. He drew me forward in the curve of his powerful python arm, holding me against his body. I couldn’t breathe. He gestured at the rustic structure amid the giant redwoods. We’d ventured into the old-growth heart of a forest. The structure before us wasn’t what I’d envisioned for his buddy’s house. Split logs gave it a pioneer’s cabin appearance. It had no windows. A slit in the door looked wide enough for a rifle or a lookout’s eye. Put me in mind of a fort, a boys’ clubhouse—or the kind of place you see on the news surrounded by a SWAT team with armed criminals holed up inside it. My heart and stomach flip-flopped.
My instincts said, Do not fucking go in there. Get out of this. Now.
Buck’s arm held me so close I felt his heart beat. His skin felt warm and damp. I stood at about nipple-level to his powerful body. I caught his scent, musky and all male. The man didn’t need a shower as far as I was concerned. He smelled fine. I inhaled again. Damn. I read men’s pheromones can calm a woman. Seemed that was true. I all but nuzzled him to drink in more of his sexy scent. I forgot to be scared.
He howled like a coyote and marched me right up the porch.
The howl didn’t make me jump, I was so comfortable with his arm around me. I figured it was a signal, so we wouldn’t get shot. What was he hauling in his truck? He never said. I took a deep breath. I wouldn’t ask. I didn’t want to know.
The door opened. The handsome older man smiling out at me stood as tall as Buck. He had one hell of a dazzling smile.
“Welcome to my humble home. I’m Lyle.” He had a deep, sexy voice.
“Thank you.” My voice trembled. I couldn’t help it. My nipples got hard. Damn. No way those hot gray eyes missed that.
We stepped inside, me standing close between the two of them in a room that looked larger than it had from the outside. If it had been a cold day, the body heat from the two of them would have thawed me out fast. As it was, I felt a heat flash taking my entire body. It about slayed me to notice, but Lyle was as attractive as Buck, and older.
His long hair, sideburns, mustache and beard had silver shot all through them. So much silver, I couldn’t hazard his original hair color. Struck me maybe Buck lied to me about being high school friends. Either that, or he was older than he looked, and his buddy aged fast. My head throbbed. One more thing I wasn’t going to ask. I read enough crime books to know that in a dicey situation, you don’t want to know anything that might make you a threat.
Before I could pass out from excess male hotness, Lyle stepped back and allowed us to walk the rest of the way into the room. Comfy sofas, stuffed armchairs and a big redwood coffee table furnished the place. A neat kitchen and long kitchen table took up about a third of the space.
“Good to see you man, thanks for bringing such beautiful company.” Lyle clapped Buck’s shoulder right on the big cat and gave him one of those manly half hugs some straight guys do. “Make yourself at home, Gia.”
Surprised me he knew my name, but Buck must have radioed or called him while I slept to let him know he was bringing a guest. I stared around the place while they dropped their voices and caught up with each other. It looked like a cozy, surprisingly clean bachelor place, not an outlaw’s hideout.
Everything was going to be okay. I sat down on the sofa, on the spot closest to the exit.
The one other door in the place opened and the biggest, blackest man I ever saw entered the room. He towered above the other two truckers. My heart hammered in my chest. Oh.
“Gia, this is a special day,” Buck announced, as though he’d just been waiting for his other buddy so he could make a speech. “I hope you’ll help us make it even more excellent. Once in a while, a member of our trucking brotherhood meets a woman deserving of being initiated into our company, and today, that’s you. You’re beautiful, smart and good company. I’d like to keep you riding with me as long as you want.”
“Thank you.” My heart slammed harder, like it was trying to get out. Now two men had called me beautiful. That didn’t happen to me often, at my size.
“This is Tyrone. We go way back, like I said. Tyrone, this is Gia. Our possible initiate.”
A trucker brotherhood initiation? He made it sound special and important. I felt excited, even though my nerves said I should run the fuck out the door and hope to hell they didn’t catch me. But not only were Buck’s friends as handsome as he was, they looked as powerful and athletic as he was, too. If Tyrone did time, he spent all of it lifting as much weight as he had body mass, and that was a lot. He was built like a bodybuilder, all chiseled muscle gleaming like onyx. He was too freaking beautiful to be real.
He walked right over to me and kissed my hand. He was real. I was too shocked to do anything but stand there. His lips felt velvety.
“Hi, Tyrone. Pleased to meet you.” My voice squeaked.
“The pleasure is mine, lovely lady.”
Tyrone gave me a gleaming smile. I wondered how his neat beard would feel against me.
Buck put his arm around me again, sexy-possessive this time.
“I want you, Gia. To belong in our group and keep riding with me, you just have to have your initiation now.” He grinned. “We can skip the shower until afterward. I can tell you’ve washed up every time we made a stop.”
He was right. I blushed. I want you. Did he mean—?
“Yes. The deal is all of us, Beautiful. I know you want what I have for you.” He reached down, hefted his heavy package. “My friends here want to take care of you, too. All three of us want to give you the greatest pleasure of your life. We never had a girl who wasn’t happy with how we treated her. Ecstatic even. Only complaint we get is for being so big and making them come so much they’re weak as kittens when we get done.”
The way he said yes, the man was a mind reader.
“And walking funny,” Lyle chimed in with a wink.
“Yes, that’s true. A girl doesn’t walk right for a few days when we’re done with her.” He chuckled. “The first one—we were so enthusiastic we fucked her all night long—she couldn’t stand up for a few hours. By then, we wanted to do it all again. Girl didn’t get back on the road for three days and I’m damned sure she was knocked up good by then.” His grin stretched his entire face.
Did he mean? Were they going to? He couldn’t mean the three of them were going to take me without protection and try to get me pregnant? His gaze didn’t waver from my face. It hit me that’s exactly what he meant.
I was so turned on my pussy ached.
I couldn’t object. I couldn’t say or do a thing. The only thing I could stand to do was surrender to three trucker studs and let them do just what they planned. I wanted Buck. His friends were a package deal. I wasn’t going to argue.
“So what do you say?” Buck stroked my hair.
“Oh, Buck.” I choked on his name, fear and desire warring in me.
He squeezed me, making me melt. They were all so big. A chill went down my spine. It struck me that they might all, oh damn, they might all want to get in me at once.
I found a movie like that when I was babysitting last month. Three big men and a short girl with big breasts like me. They did everything to her, and in the last scene they crammed all their cocks into her and pumped her like pile drivers. I watched it three times. Fascinated to see a thick cock in her pussy and one in her ass, stretching her and pounding up her deep and hard, the third one making her gag as he crammed it down her throat. She became holes for their cocks to use, and they made the most of her, a long, rough fuck with them changing angles, milking her tits, pulling her hair and slapping her breasts and ass. She moaned and whimpered a lot. At the end, with all of them shooting inside her, she quaked like crazy, coming hard from being treated like that and getting filled with their sperm. The guy in her throat withdrew his long cock and gave her a big spurt in her face. It dripped down her cheek and she licked it up while he wrapped his fist in her hair. Her resemblance to me gave me chills.
I didn’t feel the same about Mr. Reynolds afterward. Maybe because I was of age, he wanted me to find that movie, to tell me the kinds of things he thought about me. It made me nervous, but it made me wet, too. I touched myself imagining myself in that girl’s place, with three big men using me like that, hard and dirty. It’s like one of my New Age friends said, the universe hears what you want and gives it to you. I was in for it now, the dirtiest thing I’d ever imagined happening to me.
“You want it, don’t you, Gia? This is your chance to be my girl all the way.” He squeezed my ass.
“Yes, Buck,” I whispered. I looked at his huge boots. Was it true about shoe size and cock size? I was about to find out.
Buck stripped, yanking off his shirt, his belt, and pushing down his jeans. I feasted on the sight of the tats flowing over the muscles of his abdomen and chest. The flames, forked-tongued Satan, and coiling snakes didn’t surprise me. They fit his body like the art was his natural skin.
He sat and got his boots off. He had dark body hair—in a sexy way, not way too much, just right: a hot pelt on his chest and delicious treasure trail to his—oh fuck, heavy cock. Damn, he was big. Yeah, I was in for it.
Initiation
BUCK MOVED HIS possessive grip to my waist. Locking my eyes, he slid my T-shirt up, guided my arms to raise, and skinned it off me. Lyle and Tyrone let out low whistles.
“Such a beauty.” Lyle’s hand slid down the front of his jeans to grip himself.
Buck unclasped my bra. I resisted the urge to cover myself as the lacy cups slid away from my big breasts. My rosy nipples crinkled. Buck’s incendiary grin made me tingle in my panties.
He unfastened my jeans and slid his hands down my panties in the back, taking handfuls of my ass and squeezing. I couldn’t help myself, I rocked forward on the thigh he had waiting to press against my enlivened sex.
“Oh.”
Lyle got behind me and grasped my breasts, caressing, squeezing, making me moan and whimper with his careful, sexy touch. They weren’t bad man, they weren’t. But I was never going to tel
l anyone about this. Three truckers, 30s to 50s, on one 19 year-old girl? No one would understand, and I didn’t want to be called slut and tramp from my freshman year in college through the rest of my life. Like Dad’s joke, ‘two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead.’
The oldest trucker rolled my nipples between his fingers and made a deeper cry come out of me.
“Good girl. Just surrender. Obey us. We’re going to have a good ride on your beautiful sexy body and take everything you’ve got. Your only job is to give us a good time. Got that, beautiful?”
“Got it.”
Buck took my face in his hands and kissed me.
He knew how to play me like an instrument. His lips and tongue captured my mouth. His strong fingers pressed into my cheeks and jaw just a bit too hard, filling me with heat. He stood back and smoothed his mustache, smiling as I wavered on my feet, dizzy from all the energy he made surge through me.
I wished I could photograph them all. In the mirror next to the door I could see all of them surrounding my naked body. For once, I looked in a mirror without picking on myself. The desire from the three of them was so thick in the room, it buoyed me up and made me feel as beautiful as they kept saying.
Lyle, the silver-haired stud behind me, looked like the guy a casting agency would send for a call for a silver fox. The man was fine. Tyrone was so big and beautiful, he scared me. His broad, flat cheeks, wide nose and plush lips gave him a timeless majesty. He could be a king or warrior from ancient times, or a contemporary hero parachuting out of a helicopter to save lives. His bulging anaconda arms made me quiver. His tats weren’t as blatant on his ultra-dark skin as the ones on the other two, but as he pulled off his T-shirt and jeans, the primal markings moved with him like tiger stripes.
