Fucks, Of Course!

The knife was in my face. Randy’s left hand was squeezing my breast . “Do yourself a favor girlie, take your clothes off and this will go so much easier for you!”

Then as if he was one of my cousins, I removed the t-shirt and the jeans I was wearing and opened my legs for him. In a flash Randy got himself positioned between my legs and started to fuck me. I don’t know where the knife went, but Randy didn’t need it as I let him fuck me and way he wanted.

Looking anywhere but at the bouncing Randy I saw a small set of blue numbers that read three forty-four. When I looked again then now it read three fifty-two. I couldn’t believe that Randy hadn’t put his cum into me before now. If he was one of my cousins then he would have cummed in me at least one and would be demanding that I suck his cock clean.

As it was, Randy made me cum for him three times before he came in me. Just like with my cousins or the various guys they or their father made me fuck, I never gove him any sign of being satisfied, until I came on his cock. Foolishly I thought that would be enough for Randy. But no he somehow got the passenger door opened and the two of us tumbled to the grass lane.
Randy landed beside me and quickly recovered enough so that he got me on my front, pressing my front into the grass as me mounted me so that he could fuck me in the ass. God it hurt just as bad as when my cousins first put their cocks into my asshole. Tears came to my eyes but I kept quiet as best as possible.

Then before I realized what was going on around me. Randy’s weight left my body. Then even before I could protect myself, my head was **** into the grass, stunning me out cold. I had no idea what the time was when I came around, groaning from the pain in my head. Trying to lift my head up made everything spin around so I just stayed on the ground groping around.

I couldn’t feel the car, only the grass and material that turned out to be my t-shirt and jeans. As gently as possible I got my t-shirt on then wiggled into my jeans. I tried crawling over to a tree and used it to help me stand up. At first my head spun but began to settle down. When my vision returned from seeing double images to one single image I looked around and found the small linen bag that had a few more pieces of clothing.

Moving from tree trunk to tree trunk I managed to make my way back to the big road. A look in both directions, revealed no cars coming either way. Making it into a ditch along the side of the road, I managed to make my way towards the constant lights of what I took to be Charlotte’s Gate. That was when more white car lights illuminated me from behind, along with flashing Blue and red lights. In the air a couple of ‘whoops’ as the car came to a stop behind me on the shoulder of the road.

I turned to the car, placing both hands in front of my face to cut the glare of the lights.
Then a voice, “What are you doing walking along Interstate 69?”

Without knowing why or if I could trust the speaker I quietly said “Help!” Then collapsed once more into the dirt.