Steve knew that renting an RV smacked of Middle America. By the end of the trip, he was smack in the middle of Erica

The sky was so blindingly bright it was more white than blue, with not a single cloud in it. The sun was baking the desert, the highway and me with about a hundred and seven degrees of hellacious, zero-humidity heat. It was the sort of weather you’d expect to find in the middle of the Mojave Desert, which was appropriate, because that’s where I happened to be stranded. I was stuck beside an empty, two-lane highway, roughly eighty-nine miles past the middle of nowhere, thinking about my darling Debbie and hoping another moron like me would drive by soon.

It had been Debbie’s idea to take a cross-country trip in a rented RV. “It would be a great way to see the country,” she’d said. “Flying someplace never gives you a feel for where you’ve been. Don’t you want to explore America?”

Yeah, right. My idea of adventurous tourism is taking an alternate route home from work when traffic’s bad.

But Debbie had her mind set, and that night in bed she reminded me exactly why I’d let her move into my apartment the month before. She was wearing skimpy blue panties and one of those ribbed-cotton, girl’s undershirts, sort of like a white tank top with a scoop neck. The sides of her huge tits bulged out of its big armholes.

“You like my big titties, don’t you?” she purred, climbing on top of me and rubbing the front of the undershirt against my face. “I’ll bet you’d just love to suck them, wouldn’t you?”

“Come on and show me your tits, Debbie.” Her breasts had stretched the fabric of the little undershirt tight, and I could see the points of her hard nipples through the cotton.

Debbie was hunching her crotch against my stiff dick. Her panties were moist, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through the satin.

“You just love my tits, I can tell,” she said, still keeping her top on to tease me. “Tell me how much you love them”.

“I’ll show you how much.” Using both hands I grabbed the front of the undershirt at its armholes, pulling it away from her chest. Then I bunched the material together and pushed it between her swollen tits. The effect was like those narrow bikini bottoms that let both cheeks of a girl’s ass hang out. In Debbie’s case, though, it was her huge jugs that were hanging free on either side of the make-shift thong.

She looked down at herself and smiled, then squeezed her tits in the palms of her hands. I liked the way they were separated by the material; it made them look even bigger than usual. Debbie must have thought it was sexy too, because she bent her neck and pushed one of her own nipples into her mouth. She only licks and sucks herself like that when she’s really turned on.

I reached between her legs and pushed aside the crotch of her little panties. Then I shoved my cock up into her gaping pussy with one quick thrust.

“Oh, Steve,” she moaned, throwing her head back and riding my crotch.

I pushed myself up on my elbows, putting my mouth over one of her big, pink nipples. I licked and kissed it while pumping in and out of her cunt from underneath. She reached under the tit I was mouthing and held it for me. Then she put her other hand behind my head so she could press my face hard against

her breast.

After a few minutes she changed hands, holding out her other tit for me to suck while she cradled my head and softly groaned. When I gently grazed her nipple with my teeth she gasped with pleasure.

Debbie’s cunt was so slippery we were making slurping sounds as we fucked. When I finally shot my wad, I bucked up against her crotch so hard she cried out. After she got her balance again she just sat there on top, impaled by my still stiff cock, a dreamy look in her eyes. She obviously loved the stuffed-full feeling in her pussy, and wanted to keep my dick inside her as long as possible.

She shuddered with pleasure as she sat there and fingered her clit, bringing herself closer and closer to her own orgasm. Her creamy white tits jiggled independently of each other, separated by the bunched-up strip of cloth. Their jutting, hard nipples were pointing off in different directions.

“Oh, Steve,” she cried, working her fingertips into her mound. Then she was coming, squeezing my cock with her cunt muscle. Her tits swung from side to side as she thrashed above me.

By this time my cock was completely hard again, so I rolled her onto her back and fucked her some more while she rode the crashing waves of her climax.

We put a down payment on the RV at the rental agency the next day and thought everything was set. Then her Aunt Bessie up and died the day before our vacation was supposed to start. Debbie went on a crying jag and said she had to go to Idaho to be with her mom and attend the funeral. I was tactful enough not to come right out and say I had no desire to blow two weeks of vacation by tagging along. But she got the point, and ended up leaving by herself on a red-eye out of LAX that night.

At eight o’clock the next morning the phone rang.

“Mr. Corley?” a man’s voice asked.

“Yeah?”

“Ron Waller, down at Blue Pacific Rentals, calling about the RV you reserved.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need it anymore,” I told him.

“The reservation is only cancelable if we get forty-eight hour’s notice, Mr. Corley. So even if you don’t take the RV, you’re still obligated for the full two-week rental fee.”

“What?!”

“It’s all in the contract. Now do you want to pay the two-week total without taking the vehicle, or come down and pick it up?”

It turned out the bastard was right. It was all there in the fine print.

Well, there was no way I was going to lay out the bucks involved and not get anything in return. Even if I just ended up parking the RV on the street for two weeks, at least I’d have the satisfaction of knowing the rental agency couldn’t rerent it during that time and collect on it twice.

Once I was driving the thing home, though, I convinced myself I might as well do something with it while I had it. which explains how I came to be lumbering toward Nevada in the rolling monstrosity all by myself.

My plan had been simple: drive from L.A. to Vegas, park the RV in some distant corner of a hotel parking lot where it wouldn’t be noticed and use it as my room while I gambled away my savings for fourteen days.

To be honest, the RV wasn’t really all that bad-looking inside. It had its own little kitchen area and bathroom, and even a miniature color TV bolted onto a table in the back. Whoever had rented it last had left behind some old sweat socks, a beach ball with a hole in it and a four-inch stuffed koala bear. The bear, sitting on the dashboard and facing out through the glass, was wearing a little blue coat with “Karl” stitched across the back. I left him where he was.

Somewhere between one end of the desert and the other, a cute blonde stood all alone beside the road with two suitcases at her side and her thumb in the air. Though she looked to be fresh out of high school, she was no kid. Her red halter top was tied into a knot under her big, tanned tits. She was wearing a pair of jeans cut so short it was obvious she’d shaved her bush before putting them on. Or maybe after.

I pulled to the shoulder so fast it’s a wonder I didn’t roll the RV on its side. “Where are you headed?” I asked as she opened the passenger-side door.

“Vegas. Boy, I’m sure glad you came along. Can you help me with my suitcases? They’re kind of heavy.” She had a slight lisp and looked innocently gorgeous up close. A sheen of sweat glistened on the tips of her sun-browned tits, and she had an eager “fuck me” look in her eyes.

“Sure, I’ll throw them in the back.” I got out and had only taken three steps away when the RV started pulling back onto the road. Little Miss Innocence must’ve been flooring the accelerator, because the back tires were kicking up dirt and rocks in my face as I ran after her. Then the RV was back on the asphalt and moving away fast.

The suitcases, by the way, turned out to be empty. Apparently, Blondie had been dropped off by an accomplice so she could wait for a sucker like me to roll by. I wondered how many other vehicles she’d filched this way.

No one had driven past in either direction for half an hour, possibly because most motorists have sense enough to wait until sundown before crossing a desert. It dawned on me that Blondie was lucky I lacked that kind of brain power. Then again, staking a day’s worth of potential sunburn against the chance of making off with a set of wheels probably seemed like an acceptable level of risk.

I was promising myself I’d never so much as think of cheating on my loving, darling, sweet girlfriend Debbie for the rest of my life when I saw a speck appear on the horizon. It was coming in the direction opposite the way I’d been heading, but I wasn’t in any position to be choosy.

The heat from the asphalt made the air shimmer, so it took me awhile to see that the approaching vehicle was an RV. When it got closer I noticed it was the same make and color as the one Blondie had stolen from me. And then I realized it was the one Blondie had taken, because Blondie was driving it.

When she drove on past, I figured she must be playing “taunt the jerk,” but then she braked and swung around in a big U-turn. Easing onto the shoulder near where I was standing, she came to a stop. I thought it was pretty strange that she was smiling at me through the windshield, but what was even stranger was that she was crooking a finger at me and gesturing toward the seat beside her.

Opening the passenger-side door, I got in and said, “Okay, I give. Why’d you come back?”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she said, grinning with embarrassment.

“Oh, I can’t imagine that.”

“It’s because of him.” She picked up the stuffed koala bear and looked into its shiny black eyes while she talked. “I thought it was really sweet that a grown man would have a little stuffed bear along for company.”

Gently taking the bear from her hands, I cuddled it close to my chest and said, “There, there, Koala Karl, are you all right? Your big buddy was worried about you while you were gone.”

Anything that ends up getting a guy pussy isn’t truly stupid, no matter how indescribably embarrassing it may seem at the time.

The blonde looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, “My name’s Erica, by the way.” Then she reached to untie the knot that held her halter together. When she pulled the sides away from her firm, round tits, they hung halfway down her chest, swaying slightly with their sweet weight. Her large nipples were spread over half the surface of her breasts, with pointed tips at their centers.

“I’m Steve,” I managed to say. “Erica, is it hot in here, or is it me?”

“I like it hot. I like to sweat when I’m fucking. It’s good for the pores.”

Then her arms were around my neck and she was shoving her tongue in my mouth. I was suddenly unconcerned about the temperature as I licked the salty perspiration from her neck, her shoulders and her warm, soft tits.

I took Erica by the hand and led her back to the bunk. She sat on its edge and undid her cutoffs, then lifted her ass so I could pull them and her G-string panties off at the same time. Just as I’d thought, her pussy was shaved bare.

“Fuck me now, Steve. Put your dick inside me,” Erica moaned, pulling her knees up to her tits. Her smooth cunt was slick with sweat and lubrication. I positioned the head of my cock near her little opening and pushed in. She ran her fingers through my hair when I hit bottom, and grunted with each of my hard thrusts.

I pulled out long enough to tum her over on the bunk so her ass was up in the air. I wanted to fuck her in every possible position. Holding her cheeks apart, I rammed my cock back into her tight pussy. She cried out with pleasure when I reached around her waist to finger her clit. In a matter of seconds she was shuddering and screaming with her orgasm, bucking her sweaty ass back against my thighs.

Exhausted with the exertion of her climax, she collapsed onto her stomach. Still embedded in her cunt, I lay on top of her body and kept pumping while she reached between her legs to fondle my balls. When I was ready to shoot I slid out of her box and knee-walked toward her face. She turned toward my cock and opened her mouth so I could gush all over her little pink tongue, and when I was finished she swallowed every drop.

Three days later in Vegas I was down six hundred bucks at a craps table and Erica was headed toward the hotel elevators on the arm of a high roller in a cowboy hat. My money ran out before the fourteen days were up — ten days before, if you want to get technical — so I started back to L.A. I didn’t wait until sundown.

At about the halfway point I spotted another cute hitchhiker, this one a redhead. Like Erica, she was dressed for suck-sex: satin running shorts slit up to her waist, a white, see-through blouse and a floppy, wide-brimmed hat.

I figured that even if I didn’t get lucky with this one, she’d still be nice to stare at for the rest of the trip.

She climbed in and said, “I’m headed to L.A. You going that far?” Her lips were glossy with coral lipstick and her legs were a mile long.

“Sure am.”

“That’s great. Could you help me with my suitcases? They’re kind of heavy.” Both of her perky nipples poked through the loose weave of her mesh blouse.

“No problem.” I climbed out of the RV and headed for the luggage. I’d put Karl the koala in position on the dashboard where she couldn’t help but see him facing her.

This time, the RV didn’t take off without me-I’d taken the precaution of removing the keys from the ignition before Red had climbed in.

“These suitcases don’t seem all that heavy to me.” I tossed them behind her seat, where they landed with hollow thuds. Then I retrieved the keys from my pocket, fired the ignition and steered the RV back onto the road.

“So, what’s the deal with the fucking bear?” Red said resentfully, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

I had a feeling it was going to be a long trip home.