Individually Wrapped Horrors

by Eric Joel Kleinschmidt, Sr.

  “Thank you so much, my guardian cowboy.” I gave her an aww-shucks grin and told her ‘t weren’t nothin’ and I made that old Pete giddy up and go. “Pretty girl, huh?” She raised a playful eyebrow. I smiled a little nervously. We put a great many miles behind us before hitting another truck stop that night, all the while talking about how crazy it was in the world now and the fucked-up things we’ve seen. She told me she watched a lot of lizards get knifed in Dallas once upon a time. I told her that a married buddy of mine, traveling with his old lady—a notoriously bad-assed biker chick—was approached (while parked) by a lizard. The old lady was in the sleeper changing. The lizard broke a cardinal rule of…um…lizarding…and climbed up on the step of the truck before being invited to. The husband rolled down the window, the lizard made her offer with a smile of perfect teeth, the husband declined but said his co-driver might be interested, and a fist swung around from behind him and caught the lizard square in the jaw. Boom—bitch went down. On the gravel of the parking lot, the lizard spat out blood and two side-front teeth, then got up and ran away. We agreed it was truly a weird and tough ol’ world out there.

  “Well,” I began, “time to put this old bird into port for the night.” I instantly felt a mix of a pang of regret and a moment of anxiety. Would I kick her out into the night to sleep in the truck stop? Give her the bunk while I took the front seat in the sitting-up sleep position? Did I trust her enough to have her watching over my sleeping body? Did I want to try to work my way into bed with her? I’d begun to wish I had taken a different road. Well, what’s done is done. I got backed into my spot for the night and pondered at the place we had come to rest. A fairly goodish sized place up on a hilltop overlooking some spectacular panoramic views, but hardly a truck on the lot. Wasn’t a holiday. The place didn’t look diseased or anything. Just not a hot spot tonight, I’d guessed.

  “Let’s um…go grab a bite, shall we?” She unbuckled her seat belt and in an instant, she was over to me and kissing me, her hands traveling where they wanted to. This was an intensely sexy gesture and totally out of left field, coupled together with the fact that I’m 51 and my reflexes are somewhat slower than they once were. I never saw it coming and had slow-to-no defenses against it. This went on for a few seconds or hours or lifetimes, then I slowed and broke us apart. Gasping and a bit bulging in places, I croaked, “Why’d you do that?”

  She looked down at her hands—now sitting in the passenger’s seat again—and shyly she said, “Paul Newman.” I took in this retort, but my computer bank overloaded and short circuited.

  “Uh, come again?” I said, confused.

  “Paul Newman,” she went on. “My dad and I used to watch old Paul Newman movies together and no, I never had any daddy issues, but oh my god, I was in love with that man. That Paul Newman aged Marlboro man cowboy hard ass manly man. I was completely taken with you back in the truck stop the other day, I don’t think I could’ve hidden that if I tried. When you happened along tonight and actually gave me a ride, I knew I had to show just how I felt and make you know just how sexy you are. To me. I’m sorry if it was too bold.” Was I being played for a ride and a place to stay or was this girl telling me the truth? “Oh, and no, I’m not doing and saying this for a ride or a place to stay. I mean it.” Huh? I thought. “And no,” she continued, “I can’t read minds, just people. The thoughts you were just thinking are the logical thoughts you should be thinking right now.” She smiled coyly. “I took a course in college.” As if that explained everything. “Anyway,” she forged ahead, “as the old saying goes, you fly, I buy. Supper’s on me. And no argument about that. Just my way of saying thank you for the ride so we have nothing hanging over our heads for…well, later.”

  She blushed and climbed quickly down from the truck. I was still 15 turns back in the conversation but followed her willingly enough. I remembered an old song by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band called “Modern Day Romance” saying “so I ditched my old truck just to see where the party would end.” We ate well at the truck stop diner that night and she bought. We laughed the better part of two hours away in that little place getting to know all about each other. I started to think I was blind or just plumb crazy for thinking she was 15. She was hot as hell, but clearly in her mid-twenties. When it also became clear to me that she either was a tremendously good actress or really just traveling and not a lizard, I relaxed and decided to let fate take us where it may. I gave the old “I’m 51” speech a rest and by the time we were back to the truck, we were kissing like well-acquainted lovers and my hand was up inside of her white cotton tee shirt—exploring like a blind to a braille board—and not acting its age either.

  Panting, we climbed up into the truck. No sooner was the door locked and curtain drawn, she was unzipping my fly and tugging at the jeans in a downward motion. I watched in approving fascination as the jeans and briefs slid down and Benjamin Johnson leaped out at her. I had to hold onto the seat backs for support as she quickly slid the full shaft, head and all, into her mouth. It had been a great while since I’d seen any action and that woman was twice her age at least and rode hard, put away wet—like myself. This girl was a goddamned angel and she was like a starving person at an all-you-can-eat steak buffet. The wave overtook me with violent shudders and she caught every drop that escaped me. Trying to steady my shaking breath, I moaned, “Holy shit that was so fast.”

  Turning me around to lay down on the bunk, she said, “I did that so you’d last longer with this.” She began to pull her clothes off in every direction and lead my shaking fingers down to the wet epicenter of her volcano. She rubbed herself with my hand and I managed the fingers inside and all around the outside. “Taste me and I’m yours,” she prompted. So, I did…and then we did. Twice.

  Fast asleep later that night, a moderate breeze blowing things around outside and occasionally rocking the truck gently, we were cuddled up together beneath a thin sheet, skin on skin. The gentle respirations from our bodies fell in time with each other’s. I stirred a time or two and couldn’t help but be amazed at this young sweet perfection lying beside me, how tightly her body had gripped mine in the throes of passion. How utterly and totally she had drained me. I wanted a smoke, but did not want to disturb her. I lay still and drifted back to sleep.

  1 a.m. and all’s well. Well, all except for the knocking at the door. I leaned over in bed and grabbed my cell phone. Squinting to look at the time, I muttered, “Getting a late start tonight, huh, girls?” but nothing could enrage me tonight. Not with this sleeping beauty beside me. I was briefly entertaining the thought of asking her to ride with me for as long as she wished when the knocking came again. She slept on, right through the knocking. I pulled the sheet off and crawled out of bed. Still nude, I went to the window, pulled the curtain and rolled down the window.

  Standing there with my tally whacker in the wind, the girl on the ground looking up at me smiled even wider and said, “All right, are you wearing that outfit just for me?”

  I looked down without embarrassment and said, “No, it’s for my sleeping angel. Please be a dear and don’t wake her. We’re all good here. Thank you.”

  The lizard put on a pouty face and said, “Haven’t you ever heard of the more the merrier?”

  I retorted with, “Haven’t you ever heard three’s a crowd?” The girl pouted even more, but wished me a good and safe night and to watch out for things that go bump in the night. That was an odd thing to say but I dismissed it. My only thought was crawling back into bed beside that sexy creature lying nude waiting for me. I was looking at her thinking, My god, I’m like a horny teenager that falls head over heels in love with the first girl I fuck. I drew the curtain closed and crawled back into the warmth of her naked surrender. She was on her side, facing toward the back of the truck, so when I crawled in behind her, my dick—now at half-mast again—curled in between her soft cheeks and nestled in nicely. I didn’t want to wake her up, but damn if I wasn’t ready to fuck some more. Sleep, Hank ol’ boy, ju
st sleep. Time for more tomorrow. I slept.

  2 a.m. and all’s…well? The knocking again. Always with the goddamned knocking. What the ever-loving fuck did these bitches want with me? I stood up again, rubbing my eyes, still nude and went up front. I opened the curtain and looked down at a group of three girls, all three were fiery little red heads with bodies that you couldn’t even find in the bra and panty section of a Sears catalogue. They all had on the tiniest skimpiest outfits I had ever seen outside of a porn. Bottoms of breasts exposed, one had nipples poking out the top of a see-through fish net tank top. All had on impossibly short miniskirts and all three were fidgeting with the hems, pulling them out and up and to the side, showing clearly the three lightly tufted mounds of red-gold thread pubic hair.

  “We want some, too,” one of the girls moaned in unrequited ecstasy.

  One of the girls actually began to rub vigorously at her clitoris while crooning, “Please, daddy, I’ll be your hot little whore. Let me sit on your hard cock with this wet little pussy. Please.” She moaned and I don’t think it was shammed or staged as she appeared to have given herself an orgasm.

  The third one dropped to her knees and licked greedily at the dripping cunt. The first one said, “We can do this all night if you want, anything you want, to us or to each other. All of your most horny desires, baby. Let us in so we can play, please.” I looked at my lap and my cock was at more than full attention. I don’t remember it being this hard when I was 14 even. Jesus Christ, what the fuck was going on? Slow night so they had to up their selling campaign? I dry swallowed with a click and heard myself from far off decline politely, but profusely. I slowly pulled back into the cab and rolled up the window. Curtain drawn, I thought they went away. I’d hoped they had. Turning to get back into bed, I couldn’t help but wonder about my little angel still sleeping through all of that bullshit. I had half a mind to get dressed and get the fuck out of dodge. I know now of course that it wouldn’t have made a difference. I was fucked…I just hadn’t yet received the memo. She was breathing, still evenly and shallowly. So, still asleep. Fine, nothing to explain that way. I did, however, lie on my back, pointing up at the ceiling the whole time. To spoon with her now would’ve essentially been fucking her in the ass and I was many things, but never really much of a backdoor man. I did my sleep mantra again and through the sheer exhaustion of broken sleep and our earlier sexual escapades, I managed to make it happen.

  3 a.m. and all’s hell. This time, there was no knocking at the door. There was a sort of clawing scratching sound. It seemed to come individually from different directions. I got up quicker this time, still almost fully erect, and went to the front of the truck. I pulled open the curtain, grabbing my flashlight, and rolled down the window. Ghost winds howled and echoed around outside and branches creaked and swayed therein, but no sign of anyone outside could be seen. I slowly opened the door and the wind caught it and pulled it open all the way. I looked out into the moonlit parking lot. I’ll be a motherfucker…The other trucks had all gone. All of them. Not a one remained on a lot designed for fifty or sixty at least. Middle of the week. What the fuck was this shit anyway? I climbed down and touched barefoot to earth. I moved a few feet away from the truck shining my light around in all directions. It annoyed me that in the middle of all of this shit, all of this weirdness and fuckery, that my cock wouldn’t go down. It darted quickly into my mind that maybe my sweet little angel, knowing I was 51, had maybe drugged my drink or something. Had I been the opposite of roofied? Had I been viagra’ed? Dear Penthouse…I thought humorously to calm my twitching nerves, I am a trucker and 51 years old and today I picked up a young sexy honey that viagra’ed me because I’m so goddamned sexy that she just had to have me… My thoughts broke off as I heard the sound of feet on gravel moving around. I shone my light into the distant gloom but saw nothing. I cracked a smile as I thought of pointing my erection at them saying, “I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it!” Ha, that’s funny. I began to make my way around the side of trailer and toward the back of it. Nothing underneath. A branch cracked and leaves rustled. I shone my flashlight into the brush.

  “Who’s that fucking around out there?” I yelled. The night answered back with nothing more than the sigh of another wind. I rounded the back of the trailer and so far, nothing out of the ordinary and no one mucking about. I continued up the passenger side. More wind gusts, more branches creaking, cracking, breaking, more leaves rustling, and then…far off in the distance, the hushed sound of a woman laughing. I flashed the light in that direction. “Seriously, girls, I’m not interested…” I looked down at my cock, “despite my current state of attention! Not interested!” I rounded the front of the truck again looking up into the cab. A figure ran through the gloom behind me, but was gone before I could train my light on it. “All right! I’m calling the cops! You bitches hear me? Enough of this bullshit!” I made my way quickly to the driver’s side door and opened it. I was half way in the cab when I saw the middle of the three red heads—miss she-of-the-orgasming-vagina—was sitting in the passenger’s seat and with those long pale legs spread as wide as humanly possible, she was masturbating with my cellphone. Rubbing it in between her labia and using the corners to stimulate her clit. She was groaning and moaning and had a huge shit-eating grin on her face as she used a free finger to beckon me inside. I climbed in and sat down. I was transfixed by her beauty. I couldn’t even blink, I tried to make myself, but I couldn’t.

  “Please leave us be,” I petitioned mournfully.

  She slowed her stroking pace, but never stopped, and said, “But lover, your angel wants to play, too.” She pointed the beckoning finger to the sleeper bunk and my gaze followed and fell upon the sight of my little angel beset by red-headed demon nymphs. Nympho nymphs! One was positioned over her face and my angel was eating her out, greedily; the other was tryin’ to burrow her face and tongue deeper inside my angel’s willing vagina. I looked back at the red head in the passenger’s seat. Her eyes were a pale shade of yellow, pale but somehow glowing and her excited pussy was coming in considerable squirts all over the dashboard. Squirt after squirt glazed the dashboard and even the windshield. I looked again to the bunk and the two red heads back there also had the glowing yellow eyes of their mate. I turned suddenly to leave, but the door was blocked by a mob of nude masturbating demon nympho nymphs that all had glowing yellow eyes. The entire dark parking lot had been filled with their yellow fluorescent eyes. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them everywhere, rocking the truck and wanting in. The whole time I was seeing this sight, my cock remained at the fullest attention of my life. I felt fingers and tongues begin touching and tasting at the bobbing tip. The women-things blocking the door pushed and the three red heads in my truck pulled and they got me back into the bunk next to my angel. She had her eyes closed and at first, I thought they had killed her. I was thrown onto my back and made to lie still next to her as one by one the jaundiced demon nympho nymphs began raping me. I say rape because, although the cock was willing, the mind was against.

  They rode me, one wet pussy sliding onto my rigid cock after another, stimulating themselves on every part of my body as they waited their turn. Using my hands, fingers, feet and toes, even my mouth and nose. My angel girl finally opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes were so yellow, the color of total and complete heartbreak and betrayal. “No,” I managed as I came hard inside the girl currently riding me.

  She took a breath and said, “We have been here for centuries before man crawled up from his primordial ooze with his flaccid cocks still slick with pond scum.” The girl got off of me, leaving my shaft slick with cum and a foreign agent, then the next came over and straddled me. She used her left hand and guided me into her warm and clutching slit and began to buck up and down, harder and harder. Despite the intense pleasure, I was becoming sore to the point of pain, but I listened intently as they fucked me. “We have only one purpose…to breed. To repopulate our species and go on long after man crawls his way
back into obscurity, we breed.” I tensed up all over as I came again. One by one, it went. A mob of demon nympho nymphs outside the driver’s side door. One would fuck me to completion, then leave by the passenger’s side door and the next would come in and climb on. And so it went. For hours, it went, days it seemed. They held me down and I became too weak to struggle. She and I lay on our backs facing each other. “When we have what we can get from you, you will cease to be. You will be gone, but you will go on. You will be inside us all. We will share you, your seed and life force, and we will breed from you and you will go on.”

  I noticed a visible change taking place in her face. It began to look rough, not smooth any longer, but scaly. Her skin color slowly morphed into a sickish shade of pea green. “Will you send me off with a kiss?” I asked her, knowing full well I was nearly out of time. In all the universe, in all of existence, this was to be the end of the road for poor old Handsome Hank. Here, being fucked to death by jaundiced demon lizards, my romantic nature kicked back into full swing and I just wanted to experience those amazing lips one last time, feel that warm sensual breath in my throat once more. She leaned closer to me and our mouths met. In the midst of the humping and jouncing around and spasming—no longer a delight of any kind—she kissed me full and passionately. Our tongues mingled and stroked each other’s until at last, the moment fell stagnant and our lips parted. I still felt her tongue in my mouth from inches away and I saw the long reptilian appendage still exploring my mouth pull slowly out and curl back up into her own.

  She hissed kindly at me, “I love you for giving me this time with you. I will keep it with me always and tell your young…our young…all about their brave and selfless father who gave his life for their own.” We looked down together at her already growing belly bump. A slight bulge protruded obscenely, then moved. “I can already feel him kicking. We love you, Handsome Hank, go now and be in peace.” I rolled my head toward the front of the truck and saw that the girl I had just ejaculated into had blood smeared all between her legs as she exited. So, I was out of cum and they went to taking my blood through this same fashion. I was too tired to care, too weary to worry. I did feel at peace, I did feel love. I began to drift up…and up…and away.