Exquisite Excursion                by: Virginia Kane

Part Seven: Entrapment

What a Trip! Kent and I traveled together in the camper for over three weeks. We shared uninterrupted passion whenever the mood struck us. We never tired of fucking and sucking leisurely for hours at a stretch. My lips took on a lovely pout, like Dr. Samuel promised. That woman knew her stuff. I was prettier than any of the few girls I saw at the colleges we visited. Not many girls chose to spend the summer on campus, I suppose. Boyfriends most likely preoccupied the pretty ones. My guess was, without boyfriends, the homelier girls stayed on to study. No wonder I had little zeal to be educated. Comely girls had to have zeal in order to be able to support themselves for the rest of their lives.

Kent would introduce me as his fiancée to every college advisor he consulted. We checked out every college that would accept his previous course credits and offered a solid program in architectural engineering. Student advisors would question me as to what I expected to be doing while Kent attended school. Some felt I would be a distraction; others would recite school policy regarding unmarried couples sharing accommodations. Some enjoyed my appearance and took the time to impress me with the school’s facilities in hopes of my influencing Kent. Others were obviously distracted and couldn’t keep their eyes off of my breasts. I was getting accustomed to being leered at.

Mom’s attitude about men all being rotten lechers was beginning to show merit. If Kent had to leave me by myself at a library or a student union for as little as a few minutes, some guy would try to put the make on me as soon as Kent was out of sight. I was getting tired of telling them to buzz off. They all acted like they were God’s gift. Jerks! How do college girls ever get to graduate? They all must wear chastity belts. They couldn’t possibly refuse all these sweet talking dudes. Sooner or later, some guy would get into their panties and knock them up.

Maybe that’s why mom sent me along with Kent. She wanted me to find out what it was like to constantly be pestered by oversexed young guys. No wonder she had Dr. Samuels make me over into a luscious dish. As soon as I would enter a building, all eyes would turn my way and remain fixed on me. Guys followed me through the halls to watch my ass wiggle back and forth. At first, the attention was thrilling, but after a while, it scared me. I didn’t dare ask a question or smile at a guy. Each time, the guy would try to get too friendly. Some were so bold as to come right out and ask if I was available for some hot fun, saying lips like mine were no accident and were meant to provide men with sexual pleasure. A few asked how much I would charge. One said getting my lips pumped up meant I loved to lick cocksicles and asked if my favorite flavor was crème.

I overheard the catch phrase ‘lip lock on my love muscle’ said purposely loud enough for me to hear by more than one guy who vocally fantasized about me while talking to some other guy. If only they knew I’d require equal time with their lips on my ‘love muscle’. I bet half of them would shit in their pants and half accept the challenge.

Some college guys made it obvious that they’d do anything to get their rocks off. When I gave them the brush off, they merely directed their attention to the next pretty face that came along, with brazen gall. They all act like lunatics! When the beginning of the fall term got closer and more female student started showing up, it was easy to see why the guys were so horny. Girls were just as brazen and flaunted their stuff to the guys.

All college students must want to act like bunnies and screw everything in sight as soon as they leave home. I’d have to keep a close watch over Kent, or he’d find reason to stray, as the girls all looked at him like he was a Greek god or something. Sure, he was one handsome dude, but give me a break! They looked at me like they’d like to see me tarred, feathered, and run off campus. Jealous bitches! He was mine! I wasn’t sharing!

Many colleges tried to talk Kent into playing football again. He politely explained that his last injury was permanent and he couldn’t chance further damage to his groin, but they would refuse to believe it. They didn’t care if another injury would ruin his slim chances for procreation. He looked to be in great shape. They would insist on his being checked by their physicians, to be sure. He declined, of course, so they acted as if he was some kind of traitor who lacked the proper respect for the "honor" of the "alma mater". What was with these guys? College football must provide tons of extra revenue. They were all nuts about the game! They didn’t seem to give a damn about the effect injuries have on the players’ lives. Everywhere we went, we heard the same bullshit battle cry: "Football, football, football!"

I could tell that Kent wished he could play again. Not being able to play made him feel like less of a man. After one particular meeting with a very insistent counselor, he was withdrawn and unaffectionate for hours. He sulked and acted as if he was sorry we considered that school. He crossed it off his list in anger and didn’t mention it again.

The third time it happened, he admitted recognizing the extent colleges that look for students with potential for competitive sports like a commodity to be exploited. Why not exploit them? The schools depend on the financial support successful participation in popular intercollegiate sports guarantees. They’d do what they could to entice talented students to take part in the capital game of sports crazy enthusiasm. So what if some of the players end up as cripples. Good grief!

Sooner or later it had to happen. A confrontation. We were exiting and auditorium filled with prospective new students. We had seen a slide presentation about the founding of the college including a long train of achievements and traditions established over the years. The program was strictly a commercial to sway kids to make up their minds about choosing the school. Three lettermen were waiting for us at the door of the building.

"Hey, you! Are you Kent Forrester? I heard you turned down a chance to earn a scholarship. What’s the matter, sissy? Won’t your girlfriend let you play? Is she afraid of too much competition from the cheerleading squad if you make the team?"

"Look, I don’t know who you are, who sent you, or what you think you know about me, but my football days are over. I got myself hurt pretty badly a few years ago, so I can’t play any more. Sorry, but that’s the way it is. I can’t take any more chances."

"Can’t or won’t? You look like you’re in good shape to us. The coach said you refused to let the team medical examiners check you out. Afraid they won’t find anything wrong and blow your excuse? Sounds like you’re chicken or pussy-whipped to me."

"My injuries are internal and don’t show. What do you care?"

"I’m the team captain. We could use another good linebacker. You look like a fair prospect to me except for the yellow streak up you backside. We want to know if there’s some other reason you refuse to play. Coach said you had great freshman and sophomore seasons. Thought we’d find out why you wimped out."

Kent was up to something. "Gee, pal. I really don’t think you get it. I’d like to play but can’t. Understand? Things get messed up inside when I run hard. It isn’t any of your business, but there’s no way you can depend on someone who can’t run hard or take a hit when the chips are down. I really wish I could play. What position do you play?"

"Quarterback! Len and Ron here are linemen. Ha a groin pull, eh?"

"Yeah, a bad one. Messed me up for good."

"I see you brought your groin pull with you." Kent tensed. "I heard you messed up with a teammate’s ‘squeeze’ that was stringing him along, playing him for a sucker. Got what you had coming. Is this the bitch? Let’s see how bad that groin pull can get."

I thought I heard thunder. The two big guys were on their knees; the third was on his back, out cold, the one that did all the talking. Kent was hurt, from getting kneed in the groin. He stumbled but was able to get up, so we walked away as fast as we could.

We knew there’d be trouble if we stuck around. A lot of people saw Kent clip both of the big guys and heard their knee joints snap. He twisted back all the fingers of the loudmouth’s throwing hand and dislocated or fractured them all. He wouldn’t hold a ball for a long time, let alone throw passes with that hand. We had to get away, fast.

We quickly left the college town far behind us. I drove. Kent was in no condition to handle the wheel or pedals. No doubt, he hurt those guys, permanently. Kent suspected they were sent to talk him into playing. They might have taken it upon themselves to make sure he couldn’t play at a rival school. Now the school needed three more starting players. No one at that school would be happy to see us if we stuck around.

I drove carefully. If we were stopped, and the police asked Kent for his I.D., he could be charged with assault and we’d have to go back there or to jail. The rental camper wasn’t in either of our names. Laura arranged the rental and signed all the papers. I called home from my cell phone during a rest stop. Mom told me to continue driving until we were in a different state. It was late when we crossed the state line and I stopped to rest.

Four guys were sitting in a car next to us when I pulled into the rest area. I didn’t notice them until I was out of the camper, headed for the restroom. It was too late to pick a safer parking spot. I had given Kent four of my "fuzzy" pills earlier to ease his pain and he went out like a light. I was beat. I’d been driving six hours. I had to stretch my legs.

I waited and blended in with a large family leaving the concession building. I was leery of walking back alone, if those guys were still there. Luckily, their car was gone.

I entered by the rear door of the camper to check on Kent. He was gone! Instead, someone else was there waiting to greet me!

"Well, hello! That didn’t take you long."

"Where’s Kent? Who are you and what do you want from us?"

"Your boyfriend? He’s okay. He’s visiting with my buddies. Want me to take you to him? You drive. I’ll show you the way. They’re over in the overnight parking section. We’ll have plenty of time to party. You should be pleased as punch. You just hit pay dirt! There are four of us. You are a hot one! We’ll give you fifty apiece for a fuck, fifty more if you take it a both ends and suck and fuck the four of us in rotation."

"Look, mister. You got the wrong idea. I’m not a hooker. We’re on our way home from vacation. We stopped for a break, that’s all. My friend is very sick."

"Sure, sure. You need the money for his medicine. Look, two-fifty is all we have between us. I know your pimp makes you hold out for more. Those lips and jugs didn’t come cheap. That stoned boyfriend of yours doesn’t support his habit with body building money. We don’t want to make trouble; we’re out for a good time and some fun."

I got behind the wheel. "Where did your friends take him?"

"Take the first cutoff to the right. What’s he on? Meth? If he wasn’t so high, he could have given us a run for our money. You got any more of what he’s on? He’s flyin’!

Still, he’s in great shape. We won’t give you any trouble if you play along."

"Look! I’m really not a hooker! We’re on our way home. He’s hurt and I’ve got to get him back home to his doctor as soon as possible. He took too many painkillers, not recreational drugs. Please, let us go. The kind of girl you want will probably be along any time now. You’re making a mistake. Take me to my boyfriend, please!"

"Honey, there’s no mistake. You’re the kind of girl we’re looking for." He moved the sliding passenger seat over, put his arm around me, toying with the nape of my neck.

"Your manager must really be pissed to send a classy lookin’ chick like you out to work the pavement with an addict as muscle, but I’m not about to complain about our good fortune. If you got your boyfriend high, or he has a headache, or your man gave him a case of ‘lover-nuts’, that’s your business; but don’t pull any of that crap about heading home. You were sent here to work, so let’s get with it. Put this heap in gear. I’ll show you where to turn. Your friend can watch us, but we’re going to party! Understand me?"

"Everyone knows you pros work this rest stop. Is this your first time at this one or something? Yeah, must be. I ain’t never seen you around before. I’d remember a hot dish like you. Does your business manager know you brought a wiped-out bouncer with you? Is your ‘mister beautiful’ here to handle the gay trade? There’s plenty of that here."

"I swear, I’m not a pro! Pleease! Let us go! I’m not even a girl, let alone a hooker. I’m a guy in drag. Your friends don’t want me. They want a real woman." His hand grabbed the back of my neck. His other hand went up under my skirt.

"Well, well, well! A beefcake! My buddies ain’t gonna’ believe our luck. We was just talking about how ‘lot lizards’ give the best head. Two-fifty and all you have to do is wrap those sweet lips around four very nice cocks. We’re college men. We don’t want trouble, but we’re horny as hell. Whether your story is true or not is academic. You won’t mind a bit of practice. Will you? You didn’t get those ruby-reds to lick stamps, honey."

"Now, put it in gear, dear. We’ll go find your boyfriend and have some fun. Then, you’re free to go, a little richer. Don’t give me any more static. You must love to suck cocks. The others let me do the talking, because I’m polite. They may get impatient and let your ‘pretty boy’ take care of them. If he won’t, they could get nasty. You don’t want him to find out how nasty, if he’s feelin’ sick. Do you? So, get a move on. Now!"

I backed out of the parking space, searching for someone to help us. If the police came by and started to ask questions, things could get worse. "Which way?"

"Take the first right. Go all the way to the last row, between the big trucks. Look for a red Olds. It’ll be between two trailers. Pull up behind it and turn off your headlights when you get there. Don’t bother trying to read the rear license plate. It’ll be covered up."

"Then what?"

"Then you’ll blow us and get the money. Give us trouble and we’ll invite the truckers to join in. We’ll take a cut of what they’ll pay Think of it as a commission for helping you to reach your quota. Relax and enjoy. Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy sucking cock. You had to have swallowed barrels of cum to pay for that face and figure."

"Just some blowjobs and you’ll let us go? We are expected home soon."

"That’s up to you. If you’d let some of the truckers fuck your ass; you can make a lot more. Think of all that easy money. You can make hundreds a night. Don’t tell me ‘lover boy’ hasn’t plugged your tunnel. You look well trained. His hand loosened at the back of my neck. He started to massage it again. "Listen, if you really don’t have a pimp, and your boyfriend won’t mind sharing you, we can form a little partnership. A pretty ‘girl’ can earn a fortune working this lot. You’re the best looking ‘queen’ I’ve seen here."

"Other ‘girls’ like me come here?"

"There’s the car. Go around and pull in behind it." As soon as I pulled in behind the red car, a bobtail truck cab followed in behind me and blocked our camper in.

"Someone’s behind us!"

"Looks as if you have a paying customer, already. Don’t worry. I’ll see what he wants. You stay here in the camper, and don’t do anything stupid. Truckers know what a camper parked between two trailers is up to. By now, they’re rappin’ in road code about the meat market that just opened. Take your dress off and get into the back. Freshen your lipstick. If you think you might want anal sex, and need to douche, do it now."

"You said you’d let us go if I gave the four of you blowjobs. I’m not going to let any truck drivers do anything to me. You said you wouldn’t invite any of them."

"I didn’t invite anyone. This guy came over all on his own. I said it was up to you. You agreed to suck us off. That’s all I said. Your friend is in no condition to protect you, so it’s all up to you. What’s a couple of cocks more or less. You ‘queers’ all love getting

fucked, so don’t play bashful. You got those hefty melons of yours to drive men wild. You know you’re meat on the rack, and you love having sex with men. Go with it."

"If you’re still new at this, don’t advertise it. Some guys like to act mean while breaking in a new filly. Don’t ask or give out any names. Act experienced and no one will try to hurt you. Keep your mouth shut and full of cock. Do as you’re told and we’ll all make some money, have some fun, and be on our merry way. You might as well take your time and enjoy it, yourself. We’ll keep the party private if you insist, but don’t decide until you finish with the four of us. By then, you might want more."

"By the way. I saw your license plate and the rental company’s phone number on the back. I know you’re not a real pro. You don’t have a pimp, other than your fuck buddy who is so high on speed he left you wide open for our partnership. I admire someone who recognizes an independent business opportunity. Time to make hay. Eh?"

"Wait! How long do I have to do this? God! First, bring Kent back here. I have to explain what is happening. I’ll do as you ask, but not if he’s not here with me, not if you hold him hostage. I don’t trust you. You could accidentally hurt him. He’s injured. I don’t believe a word you said. Yet, I’ll do anything you demand if I can see that Kent is safe, here with me and your friends won’t harm him in the meantime."

"Get real! Nobody is going to hurt anybody. That’s the last thing we need. Look, you agreed to cooperate. Everything will be fine. Your boyfriend is out like a light. He won’t remember anything. What you gave him should keep him out for hours. Tomorrow, when he starts coming around, the two of you can resume your vacation with a lot more spending money and have a great time. He doesn’t even have to know. We’ll be long gone and so will the truckers. They have schedules to maintain.

"Why don’t you relax and enjoy this, baby? Other whores will be sharing the load before long. You won’t have to pull the train all by yourself. You’ll have company. This is a hot spot. The cops don’t bother anyone as long as we keep it discreet and away from the tourists. There’s no big deal about some casual sex in the privacy of a camper. You don’t think all these drivers have double sleepers to sleep in alone, do you? No more stalls! All right! If you insist, I’ll get your boyfriend, but go in the back and strip, now!"

"Not until you bring Kent here."

"Look, time is money. The guy’s are probably getting antsy, I’m getting mad! The sooner you start to hustle your ass, the more money we’ll make. I’m not telling you again. Get in the back and strip. Why give me a hard time? You agreed to cooperate, and now we’re wasting time. When you finish the four of us, you can have your boyfriend."

"No, not until,,," Crack! Smack! Crack!

"See what you made me do with this uncooperative attitude! Now, if you don’t want me to slap you again and make a mess of your pretty face, you’ll stop wasting time. Tell you what. Do me first. If you do it good, I’ll get your boyfriend right away. Okay?"

"Okay, okay! I’ll just do you, and no one else. Promise?"

"Deal! Now get down on your knees right here. I’ll pull the curtain so no one can

see in and you wrap those fabulous lips around junior. I’m so hot; I’ll be done in no time. Then, I’ll baby sit your boyfriend for you in front of the curtain and make change. We’ll all have a great time and can have plenty of spending money to boot if you choose to.

"Some of these truckers are generous to pretty girls with cocks. Treat them nice. You’ll make lots of tips. I won’t take a split out of whatever you get from them in the back. Just make sure you stash it away. And, don’t ask for or take money from a guy unless he already has his pants off. Cops can be sneaky, but they can’t expose themselves. Get me busted and you’ll be sorry. Now, start earning us some dough. Waste one more second and we’ll both walk out of here funny. C’mon, suck me baby!"

I took his prick into my mouth. All I could think of was getting through the night without making this man angry again. If I followed his orders, we’d be okay. He showed that he wouldn’t hesitate getting rough with me if I didn’t do what he demanded. I slipped my arms out of my dress so it wouldn’t get soiled. I could spit all the spunk into the toilet. We had plenty of Scope. No sense getting Kent hurt more than he already was.

If Kent sleeps through it all; he’ll never have to know what I did. All I had to do was suck a parking lot full of truckers’ cocks. I thought about what mom wanted me to experience to hate men. All I was doing was saving her the trouble of setting me up. This proved she was right about one thing. Men won’t pass up a chance to cheat on a woman when they have the chance. All of these guys probably have a wife or girl back home.

Doing the first guy wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t rough with me at all. He took his time and acted like he appreciated the way my lips clung to his cock. He kept saying I was good and should be proud of my ability to give men sexual satisfaction.

"Being a prostitute is a time honored profession, baby. Once you get used to the idea, that all men are built the same, it won’t matter much how many you do. One cock is as good as any other. Let it glide in and out and think of how nice and warm it feels."

He was right. It felt good to have a warm cock inside my mouth. He didn’t know that most men couldn’t hold a candle to Kent’s monster. No man could give me the pleasure Kent could. Since I wasn’t a virgin, and I wasn’t doing this voluntarily, I tried not to think of the money. Doing it because I had no choice meant I wasn’t really a pro. He didn’t take long. His sperm was saltier than Kent’s or Rita’s, but I didn’t get sick.

The second guy made me want to puke. He smelled like rotten eggs. He took a long time to get off. The same smell was on the third guy. The second guy got up front with the one that did all the talking. I heard the second guy say we took so long, they all pounded their meat while waiting for me to give in and go along with the idea. Since they all shot their wads once, it may take a while for the three of them to come again.

The fourth guy was apologetic. He took me all the way to the back of the camper and said he never did anything like this with anybody. He didn’t want to make me do it, but if he didn’t the others would make fun of him. My first virgin, if I was extra nice to him, he’d remember his first time better. I remembered my first blowjob from Rita. As I sucked him dry, I moaned and let my tongue flit across his corona like she did for me.

I let him go soft in my mouth like she did, too. My cock was hard from knowing I made a boy into a man. None of the guys tried to touch my cock. They all played with my tits while I sucked them. As far as they were concerned, I was a pretty girl.

Some time during the fourth blowjob, they dragged Kent back into the front of the camper. He was still out cold. When I finished the fourth guy, I came up front and checked on Kent. He was asleep and was breathing easy. He didn’t look rumpled or like he was hurt. He was in dreamland. He probably had no idea what was taking place.

The first guy asked if I wanted to get fucked before they let the truckers stop in. I shook my head negatively. I didn’t want to do anything more than I had to do. "Aw, c’mon, you owe me. We’ll take turns watching over your ‘fuck buddy’. I promise not to hurt you. I’ll be real gentle. I’ll bet your boyfriend gets his share of your ass. He’s got a boner as big as a baseball bat. If you can handle him, I should be no trouble at all."

"I don’t want it. If I did, I’d want him, not you or anyone else."

"But he’s out of it. How about you showing us how he does you. His cock up your ass will keep your mind off of keeping count. How many guys do you think you can suck off before your jaw gets tired? Having your ass plugged will make you feel real good, so you can enjoy it, too. It’ll distract you, so you won’t notice the time passing as much. There’s a dozen guys out there waiting for you to suck them dry. Watching you getting it up the chute will get them off faster and you can be on your way sooner."

"The truckers don’t have to know he’s out cold. We’ll prop him up. All you have to do is sit on his lap. The truckers will think you’re getting cock at both ends. They come as fast as race horses that way. You’ll make twice the money in less time."

"I don’t care about the money."

"Good. We do. We’ll keep it all."

"No!" I remembered that Kent had all the money my mother gave him. If I had some money of my own, I wouldn’t have to do everything my mom wanted. "I didn’t mean I don’t want the money. I just meant I’m not doing this for money. You guys had Kent, so I made a bargain. You didn’t harm him, so I’m keeping my end of it, in return. You agreed to share the money. You said you’d pay two-fifty. Let’s see it now."

"I said it was up to you, doll. If you want the whole two-fifty, instead of one-twenty-five, you have to offer something in exchange. We made an agreement to share the money. Remember? We’re partners now, fifty-fifty, even Steven. You want the other half of the money, you have to let us have the other half of the merchandise."

I wanted to be fucked. "Okay, okay. Only with you four guys though, nobody else. And, only safe sex. I won’t take chances back there. Let me see the money, first."

The four of them quickly opened their wallets and the leader gathered up the money. He handed me the two hundred and fifty dollars and I counted it out. They didn’t try to cheat. It was all there. "Our bathroom is off limits to all of you. It will take me a while." I took the money into the bathroom. I hid it in the grill of the flexible ductwork that ran through the cabinet over the sink. Then I prepared a douche and cleaned myself out for a long night of oral and anal sex. Once I was clean, I used plenty of lubricant. Kent trained my butt to flex on his cock, to increase his pleasure. I was sure I could satisfy the four guys beyond their expectation, and leave them well enough pleased not to harm either Kent or myself. I freshened up my makeup and put on my black lacy boned corset so my body would look great and wore a see through bed jacket over it.

I took more time than they were willing to grant, and they pounded impatiently on the small door. I told them to be quiet and they’d be glad I took the time. The better I looked, the faster I could get rid of them and be out of there. "Time’s up baby. Let’s get a move on. We’re all hot to trot for some ass-pussy."

When I opened the door, keeping it between the men and myself, I saw that the four of them were sitting on the big bed in the dark, waiting. They were all naked, I checked on Kent who was sleeping soundly. I tiptoed to the back of the camper, closing the bathroom door enough to enable the men to see me in the light from the bathroom.

"Now, that’s more like it, honey. That’s a real sexy outfit. Did your boyfriend buy it for you, or were you planning to go into business all along?" He stood up and took me into his arms. He kissed me and stuck his tongue into my Scope rinsed mouth. His breath smelled like he was smoking grass. The thick acrid cloud of smoke inside the camper confirmed what they did to pass the time while I was getting ready.

I broke off his kiss. One of the other men was right behind me, feeling up my ass through the transparent bed jacket. His eyes were glazed and his cock was at attention. I fondled it briefly and watched his knees buckle under him. I had to help him sit down. None of these guys was going to get rough for a while, so I took a deep breath and relaxed. I cranked open the small window by the sink to get some fresh air and spotted four men standing next to a truck talking. They glanced my way and one straightened up.

I backed away. "We have company. There are four guys outside, waiting."

"Don’t worry about them. I told a few I was breaking in a new queen. If they want a turn, they’ll have to be patient. We don’t want you to feel like you are being rushed into anything. If it isn’t any fun for you, it won’t be much fun for them or us. You have to want to pull the train, sweetheart. Once you start, you’ll think you are in heaven. Now, come to papa and sit down. Let’s get reacquainted."

I sat down on his lap, and he fondled my tits. One of the other men put a joint between my lips. It was hot and dry. I shook my head. I didn’t want anything to cloud my sensations. As long as I had to fuck the night away, I wanted to do it with a clear head. I let the smoke fill my mouth, but didn’t inhale.

"Not like that! Take a deep toke. Let it hang in your lungs until you can’t hold it in any longer. Just take one drag. It’s the last one we got." I figured one drag wouldn’t hurt. I sucked the acrid smoke in and let it settle into my lings. I didn’t feel a thing.

"That’s good shit. Maybe some trucker has some more." The leader looked at the fourth man I sucked off. "Check it out." The man went to the door and stuck out his head. He spoke to one of the truckers in whispers. He turned. "No luck."

Some truckers gathered by the open window to get to the little smoke that was exiting into the night. One looked into the back of the camper and turned away quickly, probably telling the others what he saw.

Two tongues found my exposed nipples. The corset set my breasts on a shelf in plain view. The whole world slowed down as the tongues washed over me. I leaned back against the leader and felt his hand touch my cockette as he slowly slipped into my ass.

He humped me up and down on his lap while he stuck his tongue into my left ear.

The fourth man, the one not licking my breasts stood up and put his cock between my lips and pulled my head forward. I was taking care of all four of them at once. The man in my ass set a cadence and the others matched his thrusts. I reached down on each side into the laps of the men licking my breasts and took their hard cocks into my hands.

I was stroking four men in unison, and it felt wonderful. The time seemed to crawl by. Each stroke felt like I was riding a wooden horse on a merry-go-round. Up and down, up and down, nice and easy while the world spun round. I felt the pulses in my ass and the cock within me whither. The leader leaned back and sighed.

The man with his cock in my mouth pulled me forward, without disengaging me from his cock. He pushed me back, and I sensed another rubber-covered cock at the entrance of my love tunnel. This one was smaller, so I flexed my ass muscle to match his thrusts, as the leader took my free nipple into his mouth and sucked.

The rotation continued until all four men had two turns in each position. Each time, it took longer for the men to get off, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to continue feeling all four men making love to me at the same time. I had to pump the fourth guy with my mouth again to get him hard enough to fuck me. I took him bareback, afraid he’d go soft if I waited until he donned a rubber. The leader stopped him, and made him put one on. "A deal is a deal." The fourth man fucked me for the longest time. He was barely able to slip it in, but the lube and prior invasions had me wide open. As I rode him, I was getting close to my own climax and blasted a load into a mouth that suddenly engulfed my cockette. It felt so good; I didn’t bother to look down to see who was sucking me off.

Three were reluctant to get up, but obeyed the leader’s order to get lost. They must have gone back to rest and wait in the red olds. The leader got back up front and he checked on Kent who slept peacefully behind the steering wheel in the semi-reclined driver’s seat. One of them en had put the seat belt on Kent. It kept him from falling over to either side. He was safe and secure while I was getting ready to have my brains fucked out of my head and ass. For fifty bucks, I sucked their cocks dry. For a hundred, I got them hard with my mouth and turned over to let them fill my ass with their rubber cloaked cocks. For three hundred, two men could watch me get one of them hard by sucking him. Then, the second got sucked hard while I knelt between his legs, while his friend behind me on his knees rammed the suckee’s boner deep into my throat with his fucking thrusts into my ass.

One man only wanted me to suck his friend’s cock while he fucked him in the ass. I learned a new definition for the term: "team drivers". Some men willingly paid fifty to come in and watch or play with my tits while another got sucked off or fucked me. One driver looked and spoke like a man, but was a woman. She had me suck her pussy and stuck around to assist me as I pleased the men. She left in a huff, when one driver asked her to leave, and not politely. He told her he hated the smell of fish.

My neck was killing me and my back hurt like hell by the time daylight started to seep through the drawn curtains. Every so often, the leader would hand me a wad of bills to stuff into my hiding place in the bathroom register when I went to rinse my mouth with Scope and spit a load of semen into the toilet. I didn’t flush it. I wanted to see the spoils and discarded rubbers that filled the bowl to remind me of the wickedness and depravity of these unfaithful men, like those my mother described to me so many times.

The roar of diesel engines around us starting up signaled the end of my night of debased lust. The leader kissed me, smiled and left. The red car was already gone. He walked across the parking lot to the concession building, all alone. Kent was in the passenger seat and was stirring. I went to the back, got out fresh clothes, rinsed the sweat from my body and got dressed. I brushed my teeth for half an hour.

One by one, the trucks started pulling out. Soon, it was bright daylight and I got back into the driver’s seat. I drove to a private campground, checked in, woke Kent, and went to sleep with him in broad daylight. I said nothing to him about what happened.

He couldn’t believe he slept for over eighteen hours. I told him some people had a greater reaction to my pain pills. He grumbled something about not being used to drugs and not having a built-up tolerance like I must have. He remembered being in a daze.

He told me he had the weirdest dream that I was forced to satisfy the entire football team and half of the faculty orally and anally so they wouldn’t do him any more harm. He didn’t know how close to the truth his dream came. "I couldn’t defend you or myself, so you had to submit to them, Demi. It was their price of vengeance for my ruining their football chances for the whole season. In my dream you were reluctant, but did it anyway to protect me, because you love me.

"Do you care about me enough to do something like that for me, Demi?"

"What a silly question! Of course I would, if I didn’t have any other choice. If I had a choice, I’d only want to suck and fuck you, Kent. What chance does a girl have against a whole team of football players? Any girl would do whatever she had to do in order to survive and protect her loved ones and herself. Under any other circumstances, there isn’t anyone I’d care to sleep with. You are the only one I want."

"You should have flushed the toilet and rinsed it out better. Camper toilets aren’t like the ones at home. You can see what comes out of the tank when you dump it. It was full of rubbers, and the bottom of the bowl was covered with men’s scum. The bathroom stunk like hell when I used it, so I couldn’t figure it out. I dumped the tank two days ago. It was clean, yesterday. You used up a whole bottle of Scope last night and the back of this thing reeks of tobacco. Neither of us smokes. Want to tell me what happened?"

Gulp! "Four guys waylaid us last night in a rest area. They took us to the back parking lot and sold me to the truckers after they had their way with me. I had no choice. They were holding you hostage in another car, out cold. I was afraid they’d hurt you."

"So, you sacrificed your body so they wouldn’t hurt me?"

"I had no choice. I didn’t even know where they moved you in their car after they took you from the camper when I went to the potty. I only agreed to do the four of them. Once their leader led me to where to find you, a truck blocked the camper from behind, in between two trailers. The car you were in was in front.

"What should I have done? If I tried to summon help, the police might have arrested you for assaulting those three football players. They had us. We were trapped!"

"My princess. You sacrificed your honor to save me."

"I have to be honest. I was scared silly. All I could think of was getting you out of there. I’d have done anything. While I did the first four, they made me smoke some grass. Refusing wouldn’t matter. The whole camper was full of reefer smoke when I came out of the bathroom after fixing myself up so they’d get off and leave sooner. I didn’t need to drag on the reefers. The whole camper was a big ‘joint’. I never had grass before. I didn’t know how it would make me feel. I heard stories but never did it myself.

"After the first four, getting fucked and sucking all those men felt terrific. I was a little girl on a merry-go-round at a carnival riding on a horsie. All the men were ‘daddies’ feeding their little girl a nice big Coney Island Hot Dog."

"How much did the men pay? Who got the money?"

"I don’t know how much. The guy who set it up collected from all of the truckers. I didn’t negotiate any prices. I only did what I was told so we could get out of there."

"Don’t lie to me. I could see all the money where you hid it, behind the register in the bathroom. How much is in there? Was this the first time?"

"Of course it was! I don’t know how much is in there. I wasn’t counting. I didn’t care about the money. I only took it so they wouldn’t keep us there longer than necessary. At first I told them I didn’t want the money. When they liked the idea of me making them a ton of dough and not keeping any, I changed my mind. The leader stuck to the original agreement. They kept half of the money for protecting you and me from getting beat up."

"Where were they in the afternoon, when my nuts got crushed again?"

"How would I know? They didn’t have anything to do with it. I drove for six hours without stopping. After we crossed the state line I needed a break. You were out of it from taking my pain pills. I pulled into the first rest area to stretch my legs and use the bathroom. I didn’t spot the four guys in the car until it was too late. I waited until they pulled away and walked back to the camper with a family parked next to us.

"When I got there, the leader was waiting for me and you were gone, Kent.

"I panicked. I had to find you. I didn’t know what they were capable of doing to you. Initially, I thought they were going to rob us. If I summoned help, the police might have been alerted. I didn’t want to take a chance that the police would arrest us and take us back. What would happen if they discovered I was a guy dressed as a girl? You know those football heroes would try to pin an assault rap on you to save their skins. Who would the police believe, a sexy looking transvestite or three stalwart members of that college’s football team?"

"I was afraid the three would take out their aggression on you if I didn’t cooperate. The leader said he’d take me to you if I agreed to relive their pent up sexual stress. I refused, but realized the other three had you and might get rough if the leader didn’t show up with me soon. I thought I’d better play along, trying to buy time until I had found you. I figured they’d let us go, once they discovered I wasn’t a hooker working the rest area. The leader said he assumed I was, seeing as I looked like one."

"Did you have to take them all on? At least three dozen rubbers flushed out when I dumped the tank by a sewer."

"They blocked in the camper. I had no way to escape. Do you think I wanted to suck off and get fucked by dozens of horny men? Once they discovered I was a guy, trying to plea innocence got me nowhere. The leader pointed to my lips and breasts and said I didn’t get them for free. He didn’t think you looked like the type of person who could afford to pay for my extensive makeover. Was I supposed to tell him my mom paid for it all, just to please you? What good would that do? In the end he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, anyway.

"He promised me he wouldn’t invite any truckers over, and he didn’t. They came nosing around and invited themselves. The lot was pretty full. A truck cab blocked in the camper so I couldn’t back out. I would have pulled out of there if I could. They didn’t bring you back to me until I satisfied the first two guys. By then we were trapped in."

"So, once rape was inevitable, you decided to enjoy yourself!"

"Kent! What was I to do? Once four men had their way with me, the number of men that followed didn’t seem important. They got me high on grass. My resistance was gone. You know damned well my mother wants me to find out how rotten men are. She’ll set something like this up for me sooner or later.

"You knew all about her plans long before I did. If you feel so bad about sharing me with other men, why’d you agree with m mom to let Dr. Samuel make me look like a whore? I think you want me to look like this. You expected me to get raped. Hundreds of guys propositioned me at every college. I think you get off on my being pawed at.

"If it makes you feel any better, I got tired of trying to deny that I was a whore, every time I turned around. How can I? What do you think I look like?

"What would any guy think I look like? Half of the counselors we saw paid more attention to my breasts than your transcripts. At least ten said I’d be too much of a distraction to you and you wouldn’t be able to pay enough attention to your studies. They probably think I’d sell my body to pay your tuition. I would too, if I had to do it."

"You’d sell your body to send me through college? You’d do that for me?"

"I already did. Mom didn’t offer to pay your tuition because we kissed and hugged a little. She knows we fuck like bunnies. Don’t you see? She says she made me look like this so I wouldn’t be able to live with you for the next two years as a guy. She’s hoping you get pissed at my being propositioned all the time and write me off, spurn me."

"It’s only a loan. I still have to pay her back after I graduate. I didn’t buy you or your love. You make it sound as if I’m taking advantage of you. Is that what you think?"

That’s what she’d like me to think. Then she can tell me that you’re no better than the rest of the men in the world and I should go all the way. I should get it cut off and become a lesbian like Laura and her. Is that what you want? Is my mom right?"

"You do that, and I will spurn you! This is stupid. We’re arguing about something that you say you did to save me. I get the feeling you are willing to sleep with anyone if your other says you should. Even if someone you never met before says you should, you found a way to justify fucking dozens of strangers. How am I supposed to feel? Do you think I like the idea that you let all those guys pork you?"

"Well, how many men and woman did you pork, so far? You weren’t a virgin before I met you. Do we have to live by a double standard? Just because I look like a girl, I’m supposed to come to you as a virgin? By the way, you were the first manly man that I slept with. When I got transformed, I didn’t know Rita was another guy until after she made love to me. After we became intimate, what was the sense of our posing innocence?

"Why do I have to justify my being trained by a sex therapist to you? My involvement with her was supposed to prepare me for accepting sexual contact from a man. My mom picked you for that job. You jumped at the chance. You got to see what I looked like as a male long before I found out what was happening.

"I was the one who was set up, not you. You eagerly took part in the scheme. Now, you’re blaming me for getting raped by dozens of men. I didn’t beat the shit out of those football players! You did! If not for the fact that I couldn’t summon the police for help, or you’d get busted; I might have had a fighting chance, some other alternative. What choice did I have? You make it sound like it was entirely my fault that I look like a whore. I was tricked into getting this breast and lip enhancement. I thought we were going shopping. Mom said I was getting everything I’d need for this scouting expedition.

I’d have never guessed in a million years that looking like a live Barbie doll was what mom felt was ‘everything I’d need’.

"I sure don’t need feeling like this or hearing any more bitterness for what I did last night to rescue you. I wish that I were back home in Cedar Glen. I don’t have any more fight left in me. Everything I do seems to come out wrong. Maybe my mother is right after all. Men treat girls like shit, no matter how hard we try to please them.

"Can you drive Kent?"

"I suppose I can try for a while. Why?"

"I want to go straight back home, non-stop. I don’t care where you go to school, or even if you do. Mom’s right. Men think only of themselves. You too! You begrudge me for letting myself get rooked into putting out to save your hide. I get gang banged and your feelings are hurt because I’m not your private whore anymore. Drive. I’m going to sleep. When you get tired, I’ll take over."

"Am I supposed to apologize?"

"You’re damned right you should!"

"For what? For finding out you’ll spread your cheeks for anyone? No way!"

"Hey! I spread them for you, stupid. To save your ass, not mine!"

"Sure, they held a gun to your head! Right? What would they have done to me if you refused? They weren’t looking for trouble. You said so yourself. They were looking for an easy lay and found it. If you’d have run back into the concession building, they would have dumped me of and fled. They could have been charged with assaulting me for the groin injury I got earlier. They wouldn’t chance that! They were out looking for a good time. All you had to do was scream. What makes you think guys can explain their way out of accosting a woman publicly, especially one as pretty as you?"

That’s what you think. People take one look at me and think I’m fighting with my pimp! Who’d go out of their way for a whore? Men? They’d be more likely to help out with my ensnarement. I sure found out how men treat a sexy looking tart when they have one cornered. Maybe I can’t think and react quickly enough. I guess I was stupid in your eyes. I should have run off and let you get bounced around by those jerks! Drive! I don’t want to talk about it anymore!" I started walking to the back of the camper.

"Fine! Go back and count your loot. Maybe we can find another rest area for you to work tonight, but don’t expect me to pimp for you! You’ll have to find another carload of boyfriends. After all, girls can’t defend themselves against men. Can they? We men are all out after the same thing. That argument might hold water for a real girl, but you’re one of us men. You must be out after the same thing like the rest of us. Fine! You can have all the men you want. We’re through!"

I fell onto the bed and cried. Kent drove off cursing and mumbling to himself.

It was dark when I woke up and the camper wasn’t moving. For a moment, I thought Kent might have abandoned me. I jumped up and went to see. I found him unscrewing the register in the bathroom. "What are you doing?"

"Checking out your haul for you. I don’t think you want to leave it behind. You earned it. There seems to be a lot of money here, all big bills. If your mom spots it you’d have a lot of explaining to do." He got the grill off and some of the money fell into the sink. He pulled the rest out of the duct hose behind the grill that led to the small furnace. It looked like a lot more than I expected. There was a hand written note amongst the bills.

"We only took out two-fifty, and a fourth of the rest. You’ll need it. Your buddy looks like he needs to be enrolled in a drug withdrawal program. If you need more, come around again on Fridays. We’ll be around. We’ll help. You were the best ever."

We added it up. There was over eighteen hundred in loose bills and seven-fifty wrapped in the note. The odd addition must have been from tips I got. I made three thousand dollars in one night from a string of truck drivers and four college students. Both of us were stunned by the amount of money I had made in one night.

"Look, Demi. While I was driving and we weren’t arguing, I had the time to think about what happened last night. I might have handled it differently, but then, I’m not you. Those guys knew what they were doing. They’d have conned you into it, no matter what you said or did. My guess is they’d done it before for the thrill of it and the easy money.

"They probably pick up some girl who is hard pressed for cash or find a willing hooker and talk her into making some easy money. Sound like they had it all set up with the truck drivers to block in their prey at the rest stop. Once four god looking college guys talk a girl into having sex with them for money, she can’t deny that she is willing to serve multiple men. When they are through, they open the door to the truckers and the girl continues to let them all have their way out of fear, or because she got high on the grass they all smoked in a confined area and simply doesn’t care anymore.

"I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time about it. Do you blame me for wanting you all to myself? You’re my girl. I don’t think of you as a guy anymore; I don’t think I ever did. How would you react if I had provided my lips and ass to dozens of strangers?"

"I’d try to find out more about what happened. First! You made it sound as if I wanted to do it! I can’t help how I look. Men think I’m a hot chick and automatically make passes. My mom is dead set on convincing me that men are all rotten, so I’ll agree to have a sex change. Your disgusting attitude sure is helping to make her point. I’m the one who is sore all over from last night. Other than that, nobody got hurt, especially you.

"You were out of it, in no condition to defend yourself. So what if those bastards had a great time cheating on their wives and lovers. Men cheat on women a lot. What’s the big deal if you got a taste of what many women have to deal with? As long as I didn’t catch anything from having sex with so many men, I’ll survive."

"We’ll both survive, Demi, but our fledgling relationship is taking a beating. Will it survive? We both know something like this is bound to happen again. You look too sexy. My agreeing with your mom to your getting bigger breasts and fuller lips was a bad mistake. I suppose I’m as much to blame as she is. I should have known better. I wanted you to look absolutely convincing as a girl, instead of a transsexual.

"How was I supposed to know that bitch doctor was going to make you look like a porn star? At first having a sex kitten for a girlfriend was great, even my mother thinks you look better. She told me she didn’t care about your being male, so long as you looked like a real woman. You won’t embarrass her. Now, the extra baggage of you getting hit on at every turn makes me sick with jealousy, I see guys looming everywhere we go. I can’t leave you by yourself for a minute, without you getting approached.

"Sooner or later, it’ll cause more trouble, like at that last college. Some guy is going to pull something stupid again. Those jerks wouldn’t have tried to knee me unless they had to prove that they were big football heroes, and I was a wimp because I wouldn’t join the team. I think they attacked me to impress you as much as to hurt me."

"I caused the trouble? Me? You said you would have handled the four guys at the rest area differently. How? Would you have beaten them up like the three at the college? Are you willing to get hurt again just to prove how manly you are to me? You don’t care about my honor. All you care about is your male pride!"

"Demi, please stop! I’m trying to say I’m sorry. I agree. I was stupid. My fixing the football jocks’ corks is what got you into trouble at the rest area in the first place. The next time someone tries to seduce you, we batter have a good plan of defense, or the same thing is bound to happen. I don’t want to see you get put into a tight spot again, where you have to engage in a lot of sex with strangers to get out of it."

Why not? It worked with you. I had to give you a blowjob the minute we were alone together, or you threatened to take me back home, remember? You’re no different than any of the men I fucked and sucked all night to protect your silly ass."

"That’s just it! I don’t want you to have to stoop that low on my account again!"

"Don’t worry. It won’t happen again! If you’re tired, I’ll drive now. Otherwise, get this fucking thing moving and let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve got enough of your self-righteousness for one day. It’s a good thing school starts soon. You can drop me off at the apartment as soon as we get back. By the time winder rolls around, I’ll be able to find some guy who appreciates what a woman is willing to do for a man she loves. You sure as hell don’t seem to give a damn!"

"Oh, yeah? Well, I’ll admit I was wrong about one thing! You don’t need to have a cunt to think like one! All you have to do is look like one! Your pea brain has gone as female as that fucking sexy body of yours. You can fuck every guy in town, for all I care.

When I get back, I’ll look you up. How much should I expect you to charge me?

"All you fucking bitches are alike. You use sex like a piece of candy. I was trying to make up, but you still want to make me out as the bad guy. You let all those men poke you in the face and ass and expect me to smile and like it. I’m supposed to feel guilty and crawl to you and kiss your feet for saving my bacon."

"That’s right! You should! But, don’t worry yourself about it, because it will never happen again! You’ll see! I’m going to have some fun with my new equipment, now! You didn’t appreciate what I was willing to do for you. At least, now I know your true colors. I’m going hunting for appreciative men. I find the kind that will kiss my feet just to be in the same room with me. You can think that over while you are earning your precious college degree. College! Shit! I’m glad I don’t want to go! I’ve got better plans in mind. The next few years should be fairly prosperous. By that time you should learn enough about women’s feelings to make up your mind about me."

"That’s fine! Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like some peace and quiet. Stuff your fancy lip trainers into that mouth and let me drive in peace. I had enough! If you expect to attract men, you’ll need cocksucker lips to die for. That’s all you’re good for!"

"Well, this wasn’t my doing. I have you and my mom to thank for how I look. Still, I’m glad. I’ll get a lot more attention than I ever did as a guy. You have no idea what it’s like to grow up without any friends. Even high school was four years of being brushed off because I looked nerdy to the girls and like a fag to the guys.

"Not any more! I don’t have to feel guilty for the way I look, thanks to you and mom. I’ll bet more than half the drivers we see on the road today will smile and wave to me as we pass them. I’ll bet a dollar a truck. They’re all unfaithful lechers, just like you. They expect their women to stay home and be faithful to them, but not the men. Oh, no! If a pretty girl smiles at them, they all think it is perfectly okay to try to talk their way into bed with her, you included. I saw you eyeing the buns on the other girls on every campus right under my nose. You have a roving eye too, Kent."

"So what’s the harm in looking? You do it too! You know damned well I don’t dig chicks. Their heads are full of oatmeal, just like your since you got those full lips and your tits pumped up. Now, some of the guys I spotted were interesting. I’ll bet each campus has a gay men’s club. As soon as I pick out a school, I’m going to check it out. I’ll bet every member will want to have a romp with me in the sack.

"While you’re out hunting for appreciative men who will kiss your ass, don’t think I’ll be sulking in my room with my textbooks every night. Two can play the game, sweetheart. I’ll have more fun than you will. You can count on that. Unlike wily women, I don’t expect a man to crawl to me on his knees. There are plenty of guys that will find me attractive when I get back to college. Do whatever you’d like. I don’t give a shit!"

That did it! I got out my biggest trainer, put it over my lips and forced it into place. It was tight, but the hole in the center of it was big. My mouth was forcibly shaped into a big "O" It made me appear to be inviting a cock for a visit inside.

I stripped off and tossed my casual clothes on a pile, not bothering to put them into the dirty laundry bag we hung in the miniature shower stall. I combed out my hair into a seductive wave, put on heavy eyeliner and made my lashes very bold. I wanted the men to catch me batting my lashes at them from over a hundred feet away.

I put on a blouse and tied the tails in a knot under my naked breasts. I left the knot loose, so a lot of cleavage showed. I put on a pair of nude nylons, the glossy ones that made my legs sparkle. Four-inch stilettos and a micro-mini finished the ensemble. If a man’s neck didn’t snap and kill him when he saw me, he’d smile and wave.

I got back into the front seat, let the back of the seat recline half-way and put my feet up on the dash so my skirt slid up and showed a lot of naked thigh and two of the garters on each leg. Kent stared, but didn’t say a word. I could tell he was pissed and I enjoyed watching him squirm. We were slowly catching up to an eighteen-wheeler.

I removed my retainer. "Speed up until we are next to this truck’s cab. Then, stay even with him. We’ll see what his reaction is." I turned off the radio and tuned in the CB radio to the highway channel. I put the retainer back into my mouth before we caught up with the truck. The burly driver saw me right away and smiled. I waved to him and my boobs jiggled. His eyes damned near came out of his head as he waved back.

"Thass une." I gurgled. The retainer impaired my speech.

The CB radio crackled. "Breaker for the pretty lady in the westbound hen house at the 147 stick. Got your ears on honey?"

"Shure do, hansumm."

"Whoowhee! I love your voice, sweetheart! Say, it’s getting close to lunchtime. Can I buy? There’s a nice place about twenty miles up."

"Sowwy cutie, I hha too musch to ea las nigh. I god a fullllll tummy."

Kent sped up to get away from the leering trucker. "Shut that fucking thing off! That’s not fair. Every trucker for miles hears and will try to locate and stay even with us. There’s a car behind me that wants to pass us up. I have to be able to get ahead and into the right lane to let him. You trying to cause an accident or something?"

"Thisss is funn. He wantsa fug my mouf."

"Take out that stupid thing. I can barely make out what you’re saying. You don’t need anything to shape your lips to get men hard. Just keep your mouth open like you did all last night. By now it should be second nature to you. Your lips are so swollen from sucking cock you don’t need any devices to look like a cum funnel."

Kent was furious. I was getting hard by punishing him for being callous.

I looked back at the truck driver behind us through the large rear window in the back of the camper. I waved again and he waved back. I pulled out the retainer and blew him a big kiss. His hand went for the microphone.

"Say baby. Would your friend mind if you rode in my truck for a while? I got something you have to see to believe."

"Sorry, can’t do that. Gotta go now. Maybe some other time." I switched off the CB and smiled wickedly at Kent. "Bet I can get the same reaction from every trucker we pass. They’d all love to get a piece of me or have me lick the color off of their candy."

"What will that prove? They can’t see what you really are. To them, you look like a real woman from a distance in a moving vehicle. Once they get a close look, you’ll be lucky if one of them doesn’t use you for a punching bag."

"You could do better, I suppose! Since you don’t appreciate me, I might as well find someone who will. Then, when you get to school, you can stay up nights wondering if I’m in some handsome trucker’s arms. Maybe if you change your attitude, I’ll stop, but until then, I’ll have some fun with the men who like what the see."

"Suit yourself, Demi. I’m busy driving. When you get tire of peddling your mouth and ass, let me know. Meanwhile, leave me alone."

I turned my back and stared out of the window as we passed another truck. I waved and the man gave a short blast on his air horn to signal that he appreciated the attention I extended to him, "That’s two."…………

………. "That’s eighty. Any time you feel like you’re ready to apologize, I can stop and go put on something less provocative, Kent. Not one trucker gave me a dirty look or the finger. Still think I’ll have trouble replacing you?"

"Do whatever you like! I don’t owe you an apology or anything else. Your mother will be leased as punch, bitch. This is what she wanted in the first place. How long do you think it will take before she has you fed up with guys and ready to let Dr. Samuel take a scalpel to you? Then, you won’t have to worry about me, baby. You won’t have any personal equipment that I’ll be interested in taking to bed, except lips and your plump ass. Without a cock, that won’t be enough to keep me satisfied for long. Besides, you’ll have shit for brains and think like the rest of the world’s women by then. Your brain is half way there as it is. It’s a good thing we’re finding that out now. You already went too far with this transition shit.

"Like all females, you expect me to crawl and beg forgiveness. Fuck that noise! If you react the way you did the last time I tried to say ‘I’m sorry’, you can go all the way for all I care. Why settle for half measures? Then, if you want kids, you can have your cock and balls stuffed and fuck yourself with it. You won’t need a partner."

"Having kids has nothing to do with what happened last night, Kent! I was raped to save your ass and you’re too stupid or arrogant to admit it. That’s all it is, stupid male arrogance. I’m tired of trying to get you to see it my way. All you care about is your male pride. You had to be rescued by a skirt with talent that you don’t and never will have. I’ll bet you are jealous that those guys didn’t want to make it with you instead of me. Sure, that’s it! You wish those guys would have fucked your ass sore and filled your face with all their spunk last night. No wonder you’re so ‘up tight’!"

"That’s the dumbest thing you said all day! We were committed to one another! Do you think I should be thrilled by what you did? If it’s okay to let any guy make it with you to ‘save my bacon’, (he said it theatrically) you’ll start thinking it’s okay to do it for other reasons, as well, like for helping me get ahead, as an example."

"Once you start, there’s no telling what excuse you’ll use for allowing others to have sex with you. If you happen to breathe a word about this to your mother, she’ll find a way to make sure you keep the luncheon date with my biological father. Did you think about that? I don’t believe you can claim that you will be faithful to me anymore."

"Why are you so worried about Henry Higgins? Maybe mom would back off if I relent and sleep with him or any guy to prove her point about all men being rotten. We’d have one less issue to worry about. It’ll be a waste of time, anyway. She doesn’t have to prove anything to me. Your attitude already shows how men feel toward women. Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fuck ‘em and forget ‘em. I learned that when I was still a teenager. Every guy in school was out to sow wild oats without caring what happens to the girl if she gets knocked up. What’s the damned difference? He can’t knock me up!"

"You don’t know anything about him. The guys I worked with said he likes to torture his prey. I’d like to know what he did to my mom. She can’t shake him. You want to find out and let me know? If you meet with that man, you’ll be looking for trouble.

"Some of the men said he ties up his bed partners and watches them get abused by all the men he invites to his sex parties. There’s no telling what can happen."

"Wait a minute. He sits by and just watches?

"That explains a lot. I’ll bet you’d like to do the same thing. Like father, like son. You wish you were able to watch all those guys force me to have sex with them last night. Is that it?" He didn’t have to answer. I could see it in his eyes. He would!

Kent stumbled on his words. "I, I--- No! That’s not what I meant!" Kent was lying! It was obvious. He wanted to have watched me get raped last night!

"Oh, Kent honey; why didn’t you say so? If that excites you, I’ll do it for you. I’ve had sex with Rita before we met. I wasn’t a virgin when I met you, not really. If you want me to have sex with someone else while you watch, I’m sure we can figure out a way. Why didn’t you say so in the first place?"

"Oh, sure! Watching you get balled by a bunch of weirdoes is real important to me. Damn it, Demi! We are just starting to know each other. It’s only been a few months since you were a guy, a virgin guy. Give it some time; you’ll get to try it all.

I truly wish to make you happy. Maybe, someday, we could try something like that, but not now. First of all, I don’t want you to rush into anything you’ll regret later. I’ve never tried voyeurism. I don’t even know if it would be such a turn on for me. What happened last night wasn’t your fault, it just happened. If it had to happen, I would have liked to be able to see it, but I wouldn’t ask you to take a chance like you did.

"I’m hurting bad from my run in with those football players. My groin is swollen like it was a few years back. Those stupid jerks must have ruptured something. The pain isn’t as bad as it was yesterday, but now, I’m all black and blue. I’m afraid to go to the doctor to find out how bad the injury is. I might not be able to start school on time next week. On top of that, you got raped by dozens of guys and all you care about is whether I appreciate what you did for me or not. The way I am hurting, I can’t even think straight.

"When I tried to apologize, you got uptight and twisted everything I said, just like a woman does. How was I supposed to feel? All I can think about is how bad I’m hurting. How I feel about what happened pales in comparison to what’s in store for me when I go to the doctor with this swelling. I’m worried. Your indignation at my lack of appreciation isn’t helping, either. Nor is your flaunting your sexy body to today’s batch of truck drivers. To say I want to watch you get gang banged again is ludicrous. It’s the furthest thing from my mind right now."

"Why didn’t you say you are hurt badly? Maybe you should pull over. Can I see how bad you got hurt? At least, let me drive the rest of the way, Kent. I didn’t realize you were seriously injured. You shouldn’t be up. Pull over at the first opportunity. I’ll drive. You’d better go lie down and rest. Elevate your legs, too."

"Why do you think I asked you for your pain killers, yesterday. I never take any drugs, unless I’m desperate. My groin is throbbing. I’ll pull off at the next exit."

"Do you want to take more of my pills? Let me get you one, at least. It will help you to relax. I’ll drive the rest of the way."

"No, thanks. They’re too strong for me. They knocked me on my ass yesterday. I could hurt myself worse and not know it. Maybe I did that last night when I was out of it. How can you stand them? You take them all the time. There’s the exit. I’ll pull off, here, and we can take a break. Then you drive for a while."

"I don’t know. Maybe the hormones I take counteract them, or I’ve developed a tolerance to them. They only make me feel warm and fuzzy. I kinda got used to them. When I take them, I don’t worry much about things that I have no control over. Nothing upsets me if I take one or two. The day I had my breasts and lips done, mom told me to take two, then two more. I wouldn’t have argued if they planned to cut off my cock."

"I hope you didn’t take any today. Don’t! Not if you’re going to drive."

"I know. I’m not supposed to drive or cook or do any kind of work when I take them. Even when I stand up quickly sometimes, they make me feel dizzy."

"Did you take any last night?"

"No, the four college guys were smoking grass. I changed in the bathroom. When

I came out, the whole place was full of marihuana smoke. I couldn’t avoid getting high. I opened the window over the sink, but there was so much smoke in here, it didn’t do much good. After a while, I couldn’t keep track of how many guys came and went."

"I hope none of them cheated you At least they paid."

"The leader took their money. He’d pass it to me every now and then and I stuck it into the grill in the bathroom to hide it. The bathroom was out of bounds to the men."

Kent pulled a restaurant and I brought carryout food back. We ate and then Kent went to lie down in the back. I asked him to show me his injury, but he said he’d rather we got home as soon as we could. I called my mom and told her when to expect us and that Kent thought he should see a doctor a.s.a.p.. The rest of the trip was uneventful.

When we arrived, Dr. Samuel and Kent’s mother were waiting for us with my mom Laura, Rita and Amanda. Dr. Samuel examined Kent and took him to the hospital straightaway. His mother and I followed along in her car. I had to tell her every minute detail of what happened. Of course, I omitted the episode at the rest area, and merely told her we stopped to sleep the first night along the way, once we were out of the state. I told her about our concern that the college would have the police arrest us for assault.

She left the hospital without me, without explaining why or where she was going in such a hurry. I wished she’d be more dependable and predictable. I had to call my mom to come and get me after Dr. Samuel told me Kent was resting, but I would not be able to see him until the next day. It was late, and I didn’t feel like waiting outside of the hospital for a cab in the middle of the night.

I didn’t get to see Kent for three days. His condition had worsened. He incurred a severe hemorrhage and the damage to his unusual penis could not be assessed properly until most of the inflammation subsided. Dr. Samuel was not impressed with the original treatment he received for his initial injury. She was sure he would require additional restorative measures.

He wasn’t in any danger, but his recovery would take a long time. I brought him candy and flowers as soon as he was permitted to have visitors. His mother was with him when I arrived. She was cordial, but I could sense that she blamed me for his condition. Rather than instigate a scene in Kent’s presence, I remained silent. He had enough trouble without our going into it in front of him.

I decided to excuse myself to allow the two of them some privacy. I was hoping she’d do likewise after I returned, but instead, she joined me. Once we were out of Kent’s hearing range, she lambasted me, accusing me of parading about like a common whore. She said it was entirely my fault. If I weren’t with Kent, inciting the incident, he wouldn’t have had the altercation with those three football "goons".

She had contacted our state police. I was shocked. We could have been arrested. It was a lucky thing people were around when the incident happened. The college’s security personnel’s questioning of bystanders cleared us of assault. The dean tried to squash the incident, but relented after the state police inquiry. The coach was held responsible and would be dismissed. The school lost its star quarterback and two first-string offensive linemen for the next season and the athletic department was put on probation.

To prevent a full-blown investigation by the inter-collegiate football commission, with a possible suspension in participation in all sports activities, the college was willing to resolve any "inconvenience". If both of us would sign affidavits that the guilty students accosted us completely on their own, without knowledge or the consent of any of the faculty, to our knowledge, the school would settle with us. They’d arrange for a full scholarship to any college of Kent’s choosing for the completion of his education, including fair and reasonable housing costs.

His former college’s insurance had paid for all of his prior treatment and would consider his current "flare-up" a result of the original injury. Kent’s mother smugly told me that my mother’s offer to loan Kent the money to complete his college education was no longer needed. She was arranging to have Kent moved to another hospital to be treated by her choice of "superior" medical professionals.

She would refrain from pursuing an injunction that would "surely create public indignation and disgrace them as well" if I agreed to sign the affidavit she held out to me with pen in hand. She wanted to implicate me as the cause of the incident. One further stipulation: I was to never see Kent again. She tried to con me that her son as a "naïve, innocent youth" who would be better off if he refrained from delving into frivolous ventures with "fringe freaks" like me.

I passed out. I guess, if you must faint, a hospital is a good a place as any to do it.

I woke up at home, two weeks later with Rita sitting at my bedside. She summoned Dr. Samuel and my mother. They told me what had caused my loss of consciousness. I had become hysterical, shouting obscenities at Kent’s mother. She responded physically and I had received a severe concussion.

Kent tried to get out of bed to see what all the commotion was about. His attempt worsened his condition. Hospital orderlies had to subdue Kent’s mother. Dr. Samuel had to have Kent’s mother physically removed from the premises and a judge since consented to granting Dr. Samuel’s petition to prevent his mother from moving Kent until his condition stabilized. Mom filed charges against Kent’s mother for assaulting me.

The story made the headlines. The college withdrew the scholarship offer and denied requesting any affidavits from us when they discovered my true gender. They were confident we wouldn’t seek reparation from them, as that would cause more bad publicity. The previous college’s insurance company had already assumed liability, and could not withdraw, but made it known that they would withhold payment and insisted on assurances of Kent’s total recovery before paying any bills.

Kent was still in recovery. Dr. Samuel had to assist a colleague who was called in to perform a difficult operation. Kent’s fall from the hospital bed made his condition that serious. Fortunately, the bleeding was arrested and his penis was repaired satisfactorily. I could imagine the headlines: MAN WITH DOG SHAPED COCK RECEIVES THIRD PENILE MODIFICATION AFTER MOTHER’S ALTERCATION WITH SEX CHANGE GIRLFRIEND!

My primary concern was Kent’s condition. Rita assured me he was doing fine. I was whisked from the hospital once I was out of danger from my head injury. They did not want me to stay any longer than necessary and they didn’t want me to insist on seeing Kent. The reporters were looming about, looking for another headline.

Rita mentioned that I talked a lot in my delirium at the hospital. It was thought best that the number of people that could hear my ranting be limited. She said my mother was aware of my gang rape. My mind reeled from a thousand and one questions I wanted to ask. She turned up my IV and told me to rest. There was plenty of time to worry about the future in the morning.

The next time I woke up, the sun was shining into my room and I saw my mother sitting at my bedside. "I guess I still have to keep a close watch over you. You had quite a vacation. Didn’t I warn you that men are no good? I hope half of what you spelled out in your sleep isn’t true, Demi. That must have been quite a night to remember."

"I have no way of knowing. I don’t know what I said in my sleep. Don’t get the idea that I will want to go all the way and become a female, just because I was raped by a bunch of truck drivers. It wasn’t all that bad, mom. Some of the men were very nice. Their wives or girlfriends are lucky. Just because a man strays now and then doesn’t mean he’s a rotten lecher. Those women would be jealous if they knew how I was treated. They used me, true, but none of them were nasty to me.

"All it proves is that men get lonesome and resort to casual sex when they are away from their mates. I’ll bet most of them were imagining I was their wife or girlfriend when they were with me. At least they weren’t defiling some innocent girl who would hate all men for the rest of her life for what they could have done. I can’t get pregnant. I’ll never have to raise a child alone like you did. Maybe that makes it worthwhile."

"What do you mean, Demi?"

"Well, if all men could find boy-girls like myself to sow wild oats with, think of all the girls who won’t have to carry a grudge like you do. What’s the big deal? I look like a girl, thanks to you. I can enjoy casual sex like other guys do. I think men would rather not seduce or rape real girls if they knew they’d have as much fun with someone who is sexy and can relieve their pent up desires, like me. It’s the perfect solution."

"You want to be a hooker?"

"No, but I want to have sex. I don’t see myself as being attractive to women, looking the way I do. I hope I look attractive to men, though. I like looking the way I do. I never had any attention paid to me as a male. I’d rather men found me attractive. I do.

"Kent says I think like a woman now because of the hormones and the physical changes you arranged for me to get. I think I always thought like one. Maybe not as much as I do now, since my changes, but when I think back, being a male wasn’t fulfilling for me. Why should I deny it? As a guy, I was a fag. As a girl, I don’t have to be concerned if my outlook is effeminate. It’s appropriate. I like myself just the way I am."

"Then you should go all the way. Be a complete woman."

"I can never be a ‘complete woman’. That requires having ovaries, and a womb. Men would have to treat me as a woman, not a sex object, to be desired, and used strictly for their pleasure. I can relieve their lustful notions without them experiencing remorse. They don’t have to worry about regretting it later. They can use a ‘sissified’ man to get their rocks off, and not worry if a girl’s morals are compromised for the rest of her life. They know mine are, by what I allowed to be done to me. I’m a hot looking gay man."

"That’s no kind of a life to lead! What about a future, a family, a career?"

"Do you have a family, a future, a career? Is it necessary to have them all? How many women have careers? As for a future, not every gay man wants to look feminine. Some prefer the male role and want a mate, a ‘wife’ but not a female wife. Just like Laura assumes the male role in your relationship, I can successfully assume the female role in a permanent relationship with a gay man.

"If I can convince Kent to take me as his bride, I’d be pleased a punch. We can have a wonderful homosexual life together, like you and Laura. In our case, we won’t have to worry about what the neighbors will say. I look like a girl.

"In our bed, I can fulfill his desires better than a girl can. It’s the perfect solution. Going all the way surgically would mean I’d be cheating a guy who expects a real woman or the guy who wants a gay wife. Why go through all the pain and trouble?

"The way I am now is a better route for me, as well. From what I tried so far, anal and oral sex is sufficient. Who needs a vagina? Will it give me better orgasms? I don’t think so. I have the best of both worlds. I like getting a blowjob as well as any other guy."

‘Demi, women enjoy oral sex, too."

"Sure, from another woman, oral-vaginal sex is probably great. From a man, I don’t think it can measure up to a blowjob. Men don’t se sex as a languid, lengthy venture. ‘Slam, bam, thank you ma’am.’ That what men like! That’s what I like! Looking the way I do, I can get lots more of it, too."

"You’d really like to have many men use you, treat you like a piece of meat?"

"It’s different for a guy, mom. Men don’t equate having sex with being abused. Sex is recreational, no obligations inferred. Men aren’t as possessive as women. Fidelity is more psychological than physical. Being true for a man is how you feel in the morning toward a person after having a night of sex with someone else, not laden with rigid demands for total restriction of the body’s need for expression to a sole outlet.

"Men fool around more than woman do. I think that’s socially engrained into our culture because of the mothering instinct. Gay men don’t share the need to be restricted to one exclusive partner. We can’t get pregnant and have to expect the partner to assume responsibility and provide for children. That social factor is what causes you to hate men. The man who sired me abandoned you. You take it out on the entire male population."

"With the AIDS scare, it’s becoming popular with gay men to restrict sex to one mate, but from fear of the disease, not from social morays like it is with women."

"Perhaps I shouldn’t have tried to change you, Demi. As your mother, I knew you were unhappy, and were taking your dissatisfaction with life out on the only person you loved. I wanted you to find true love of your own with a person your age and be successful and find happiness. I felt you would resent the changes I forced on you and become more assertive, manlier; or, you’d want to abandon manhood to become a woman. Your delicate nature was more evident to me than it was to you. I was hoping you’d decide and not stay on the fence forever. Having conflicting psyches isn’t healthy."

"I don’t see a conflict, mom. I’m happy as I am. You find happiness with another woman; I find it with a man. In my case, I want a powerful, dominant man that will take care of me and provide for me. I don’t see myself ever wanting to provide for a woman, not as a mate in a permanent relationship. I don’t see myself as qualified to be the dominant, resourceful partner.

"Perhaps, if I found a dominant woman, like Laura, I could be a successful spouse in a heterosexual relationship. We could have children, but only if I was the one that stayed home to raise them."

"Laura and I are beyond that stage, Demi. We do wish to bring a child into the relationship. Do you? Would you think you could raise children and still follow the lifestyle you want to pursue? How would you accomplish it?"

"We’d find a surrogate mother to bear the children. Some women, a few, lesbians perhaps, would cherish bringing life into the world, but don’t want a marriage or a man and the excess baggage he carries with himself. Kent said he’d be willing to be the apparent father to kids I could sire and raise. He’d like that, because he doesn’t think he is capable of fathering a child, himself, due to his injury."

"Kent’s mother is a real problem. I couldn’t stand the thought of having her for a mother-in-law. That bitch! She wanted me to sign a piece of paper promising to leave Kent alone. She only tolerated me so Laura would provide the money for him to finish college, so she could brag about him. Not for his ability, but because she is his mother.

"She’s crazy! She screwed up his chance to get a full scholarship, including room and board that was offered because of the run-in with those football goons. Now, he will be lucky if the insurance will pay for his medical bills. What is the matter with her?"

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Demi. She’s belligerent because the man she thought would do right by her jilted her. When she got pregnant she expected the father to honor her with marriage. He couldn’t. He was already married. He’s the type of man I tried to warn you about. Many men are like him. They expect girls to provide them with life’s pleasures, but are unwilling to accept responsibility for their deeds."

"So she rooked another man into marrying her. How responsible is that?"

"Not very! I don’t condone what she did. That poor dupe is still in therapy. He wanted children. That was his primary goal in life. The trick she pulled on him was really inexcusable. Now, strapped with a woman who doesn’t love him, who had her tubes tied, knowing she destroyed his principal ambition, his life is in tatters. If he had the will to leave her, he’d be doing himself and the world a favor. She shames womanhood."

"I’d be doing the same thing by going all the way, mom. I’d be throwing away Kent’s only chance to be a father, through me. I could sire children the way I am, and we could raise them as ours. At least one of us would be the natural parent. I’d like to know our genetic traits will continue, mom. If I get it cut off, that will be technically equivalent to what she did. You, Kent, Laura, all of you could hold me in contempt for throwing away the only chance for having children and living more like normal people do."

"Ach! Nonsense! You may want children now, but I don’t think you have any idea of the responsibility involved."

"I think I do. I believe it to be the right way for me. Unusual? Yes, it is unusual. Yet, if I were to be a parent, I would want to be a mother, as good a mother as you were for me. Life wasn’t kind to us in that regard. I wish I had been born a girl. My only hope is to live as one as best I can. When the time comes, I want to raise kids of my own."

"When the time comes, you’ll be a wonderful mother, Demi. Better than I was."

 

(continued)

 

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