It was another drizzling Saturday. As usual I sat alone and horny, looking out the window at the gloom. It was almost noon, but I still hadn't been able to summon the energy to dress.
Phil. Phil. I called his name to myself. Phil Manners. Mrs. Phil Manners.
That was me. Mrs. Phil Manners. Sherry Manners. God, when he'd popped the question, I'd said yes so fast that he hadn't been able to finish the sentence. I wanted that big hunk of handsome trucker all to myself. I thought all I had to do was get him to utter those wedding vows and I'd have him forever. We'd live happily ever after.
What I didn't realize at the time, of course, was that no matter how big and handsome he is, a trucker is a trucker. Nobody owns one of those guys. Including my Phil.
Don't get me wrong. Phil still loves me. And God knows how I love him. It's just that it's impassible for a trucker to stay in one place all the time. Which means he's exposed to a lot of temptation on the road. Even though I knew Phil loves me, I also know he probably fucks around some on the road. Especially over two years after our wedding. I try and tell myself that I should get used to the idea, but it still tears me up inside.
When Phil comes home, the first thing he wants to do is fuck. Naturally, I always spread my pussy open for him faster than you can say Jack Robinson. But, sometimes, when he pulls out his long stiff cock and gets ready to slip it inside my cunt, I wonder how many other women he's been feeding his prick to since I saw him last.
It's even worse when I give him a blow-job. I imagine that I can taste the lingering scent of other pussies. Or is it just my imagination? The doubt kills me so I just suck harder and harder so he'll come in my mouth right away and maybe I can forget my doubts in a hail of cock-juice.
But frequently when his jizz starts shooting out into my mouth, the doubt and jealousy get even worse. I wonder how many other women have swallowed a load of my man's sweet sperm since he went out on the road.
Right now, though, I was so horny that I would have endured any frustration or humiliation just to have Phil's beautiful cock in my mouth or pussy, no questions asked. But no dice. It would be at least a week until he came home from the road. Longer if he had any trouble.
In the meantime, what was I supposed to do with my itching pussy? I really was as horny as I could get.
And not only was I horny, but bored. Bored of sitting around in the house all day long, day after day, with nothing to do but think about how my husband was probably cheating on me, and how starved my pussy was.
Suddenly I knew that I had to get out of the prison of the house, even if it was mining outside. I walked over to the closet and got my raincoat. So intent was I to get out of the place that I just threw it on over the nightie I'd been wearing. When I buttoned it up, it was impossible to tell I was virtually naked underneath. I pulled a rainhat over my ears, stepped into knee-high red vinyl boots, and left. By the time I'd left the yard, I felt like I had just escaped from jail.
I didn't even think about taking the car. The freedom of walking in the rain was exhilarating.
Ten minutes later, standing at an intersection, I wondered if I would ever get across the street. Just a few hundred yards away stood the shopping center. But it might as well have been halfway across the city. Not only wouldn't the cars stop moving, they seemed to be coming from every direction at once. I'd been over this traffic exchange hundreds of times in the car and never gave it a second thought. But as a pedestrian it seemed the most complicated thing imaginable. So I just stood there in the rain and waited for a miracle, being splashed by every other car.
"Hey, lady, need a lift?" a masculine voice called down as a big rig pulled up in front of me. I looked up to the yellow truck-cab, and a friendly face repeated the offer.
He'd been stopped only seconds, but already a traffic jam had started, tires screeching in the rain. The honking almost drowned out his words as he said, "Come on and get in. If don't get going, I'll get a ticket. And if you keep standing here, you'll get pneumonia."
Responding to the common sense in his voice, I stepped off the curb and dashed around the cab to the passenger's side, telling myself that I really wasn't accepting a ride from a stranger because this guy was a trucker like my husband. I'd been around these rigs ever since meeting Phil, and expertly hoisted myself inside, slamming the door closed.
"Hi, I'm Ted," he said, putting the truck in gear and moving it forward. "You might've drowned out there if I hadn't come along."
"I'm Sherry. Thanks for the good deed," I said gratefully, looking across at his handsome face. I couldn't believe how good-looking he was. His hair was copper-colored and curly, his face chiseled beneath it. There was a sexy dimple right square in the center of his jutting chin. Big muscular arms bulged out of the skin-tight T-shirt he was wearing, flexing powerfully as he guided the truck across the intersection.
"Where you headed?" he asked, showing me a sexy lopsided grin.
"Well, actually, I was headed for the shopping center right across from where you picked me up," I said, noticing in the rear-view mirror that it was rapidly shrinking from view as Ted's truck rolled away from it.
"You mean the one back there?" he said.
"Yes," I said, suddenly feeling foolish. I should have turned down the ride. Now it looked like I was some nervy broad who expected him to do the impossible by flipping a U in rainy traffic with a trailer-truck just so I could go to the store. "Gee, I'm sorry. Maybe I should have said no," I apologized.
"Don't think anything about it," he said, still grinning. "I'll get you back there. It may take a little time with this traffic and weather, but I'm ahead of schedule anyway."
"Are you sure?" I said. "Because I could just get out here and walk back."
"Not on your life," he laughed. "A trucker never abandons a damsel in distress. That's the code of the highway. I'll just pull into the weight station up the road and we can cross there so I can take you back. I just hope you aren't in any hurry. That you don't have a husband at home waiting for lunch or something."
"No," I said, "he's out on the road. He's a trucker, too."
"No kidding. It's a small world, isn't it?" he said with a wink, expertly moving the huge truck along in traffic.
The weight station was about five miles up the road. We talked nonstop all the way. Then just when Ted pointed out where he intended to cross the road, the rain started coming down in buckets. We just made it into the weight station as the rain became so intense that we couldn't see out of the windshield, despite the wipers. Then, as Ted stopped the truck and leaned his head out of the cab so he could see, the damp air was filled with the sound of screeching tires and the crash of twisting metal.
"Goddamn fools," Ted snorted from outside the window. "Won't slow down even when it's raining."
"A wreck?"
"Right smack in front of us. If you want me to get you to that store, we'll have to wait until the rain slows down and then get some of the mess out of our way."
"Can we stay here?" I asked.
"Sure, why not?" he said, returning his handsome head to the inside of the cab. His hair was drenched and he looked adorable – like a little boy with his copper curls all wet and sopping. "These places are closed up on weekends. Nobody's here except you and me."
The click of the key turning off seemed to fill the cab as suddenly there was silence between us. Without the hum of the engine I could hear him breathing, almost panting as though he were nervously waiting for me to do or say something. I felt self-conscious and averted my gaze from his face, looking down in the direction of his lap.
He swung round to face me, parting his legs so I could look right up the chute of his thighs at the skin-tight crotch of his faded blue jeans. There was no doubt about it, this guy had a hard-on. Immediately I started to wonder whether he'd had it already when he picked me up, or if I'd given it to him.
Far the first time it occurred to me that I was all but nude under my raincoat. Suddenly I became aware of my tits scraping through my filmy nightie against the slick vinyl of the raincoat. My nipples were erect!
"How come you're blushing?" he said, his first wards since he'd turned off the engine. "If you're married to a trucker, you must have been alone in a cab with a guy before."
I nodded my head, unable to lift my gaze from his pulsing crotch.
"Was he a trucker when you were going together before you got hitched?"
I nodded my head again, watching the bulge between his thighs throb.
"Then you must have even fucked a trucker in the cab of his truck."
"What did you say?" I blurted, the shock from his statement forced me to jerk my head up to look him in the eye.
"Ain't no trucker I ever knew that didn't like to get his rocks off in his own truck," he said, "especially when he loves the girl. And there's never been a girl I knew that didn't like it. There's something about getting it on in the cab of a big semi that turns everybody on, romance or not."
He was right, of course. The first time Phil and I had ever fucked was in the cab of his truck. I'd been nineteen then. What a fuck that had been, maybe the best one I'd ever had. When I'd sat on the steering wheel and then slid down on Phil's standing cock, it had gone into my pussy so far that I'd thought it was going to come out my throat. We hadn't fucked in his truck like that since we'd been married.
Ted laughed. "I can tell by the way your legs are twitching that you've done it for sure."
I looked down, and, sure enough, my thighs were rubbing together. Their action had sent the bottom of my raincoat rumpling over the top of them, my bare legs hanging over the edge of the seat. For the first time I became aware that my pussy was sopping wet.
"Why don't you take your coat off?" he said. "You look hot."
"But it's raining," I protested weakly.
"Not in here."
He leaned forward, extending his fingers towards me as though he were going to take my raincoat off for me. His fingers moved to my chest, brushing roughly against me, feeling my nipples through the thin vinyl.
I looked down between his legs. The bulge in his jeans was throbbing so violently now that it looked like the seams might split. If he was turned on this much from just the idea of getting my raincoat off, imagine what would happen when he found out I was only wearing a see-through nightie underneath! I could imagine his prick bursting from his crotch at the sight of my naked body. There was no doubt about it. If he saw me nude, I wouldn't be able to hold him back. I mumbled… but in fear or anticipation?
"Here, let me do that," I said in a voice that seemed detached from the rest of me. My fingers pushed his out of the way as I started fiddling with the top button.
One button was undone in an instant. And then a second one. Another one and my loose tits would fall free, plunging into view and revealing my secret. He'd see that my nipples were hard and erect, aroused to the size and color of plums. I shuddered at the thought of what would happen once he saw my bare breasts. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably, depositing a load of goo all over the seat.
As though they were guided by an outside farce, my fingers dropped to the crucial third button. It was undone. There was, no way I could keep my unrestrained tits from sliding out, poking through the transparent fabric of my nightie. Now he knew that I had nothing on underneath. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable to happen, not knowing whether I feared or was welcoming it.
His eyes bugged out at the sight of my tits and his mouth was shaped in an oval of surprise. His rough hands cupped them, holding them up for inspection like a housewife buying melons. My tits throbbed in his grip, pulsing excitedly against the feel of a strange man's hands.
He lifted my tits to his face and then threw his mouth on them, panting like a bull. I didn't know how to react until his tongue found my nipples. As his rough tongue swirled around the miniature spike protruding from the tip of my left jug, I suddenly convulsed from the maddening sensation, wiggling my ass from the excitement I couldn't control. Beneath me I could feel my buns squishing in the pussy-juice I had been oozing, my side of the seat a sopping mess.
While he continued sucking my tits, I made up my mind what to do. Or more accurately, I should say that my mind was made up for me. Suddenly, I was hopelessly dominated by the chafing tongue on my tits and the fire in my cunt. My over-two-year-old memories of getting fucked in a truck were still ingrained deeply enough within me to make my movements instinctive. Writhing under the slurping at my tits, I could imagine myself on top of the steering wheel, sliding down on the greased pole of a waiting prick. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until Ted's cock was buried to the hilt inside my cunt.
My hands grappled anxiously with the remaining buttons. Within seconds the raincoat was undone and I was sliding out of it. I wriggled free, making myself all but naked, while Ted's rough tongue gloriously lapped my tits through the insignificant gauze of my nightie.
I spread my coat in back of me, reclining on it from the force of Ted's tit-slurping. When his body draped insistently over mine, I slid my hand between our crotches, excitedly ripping at his fly. The zipper screeched open and I thrust my hand inside, thrilled that he wasn't wearing any shorts and I could feel his bare skin instantly.
It wasn't hard to find his cock. In fact, it was impossible not to, it was so huge and swollen. Within a few seconds I had guided it to the opening of his jeans. It literally sprang out, surging erectly against my bare stomach.
When I felt his hard cock against my belly, I became delirious. All those days of being alone welled up inside me until I was trembling with unbelievable passion that begged far release. I knew the only answer to my unbearable frustration was sliding around on top of me – ten inches of hot, throbbing dick.
I clenched my fingers around his massive tool, marveling at its size. As I rubbed the foreskin back and forth over the knotty head, it felt like it would explode in my hands. I pushed it down my stomach, guiding it towards my starving pussy.
"Fuck me," I moaned shamelessly. "I can feel how big your cock is, and I want it inside me. Fill my pussy with your great big prick. Please, I can't wait."
His face found mine and our mouths sealed with a hot soul kiss. Down below, I spread my thighs to the maximum possible in the truck cab, throwing one leg over onto the dashboard, and hooking the other one over the back of the seat. Guiding his prick with my hands to an open target too juicy to miss, I brought his cock-head to my pussy-lips, brushing his meat sensually against mine.
When the head of his cock had penetrated the gaping slit of my cunt… my hands left his tool and clasped around his waist. With a lurch I pulled him towards me, feeling his prick surge up my gaping pussy to the hilt with one slurping thrust. The feel of his knotted, hairy balls against the bottom of my cunt drove me wild as he started grinding away in earnest the instant his cock was inside me.
The small cab was like an echo chamber. The squishing sound of his prick going in and out of my cunt filled the enclosure, resonating like the sound of an animal chewing flesh in his lair. Ted's cock was fantastically long, seeming to entirely pierce through my body and nail me to the seat.
Moving my hands down from his waist, I plunged my fingertips into the furrow of his ass. Sifting through the tangled wisps of sweaty hair, I found the pucker of his asshole, instantly sliding my finger inside. His asshole was gooey and hot and tight, steaming from a long day's bouncing up and down on the hard seat. I could feel his prostate bulge through the membrane, his pumping cock giving the throbbing sex gland a merciless workout.
Inside my cunt, his prick was surging to the ultimate. The knotty head brutalized the tender button of my cervix at the rear of my fuck-canal. Outside, the top of his pelvic bone pound away at my clit, turning my crotch into a blazing inferno of desire.
Before he came in me, I wanted, to go the whole route. I had been moping around the house for an eternity feeling sorry for myself because I didn't have a man to satisfy me. Now that I had one, I wasn't going to let a thing pass me by.
"Let me taste you," I begged, pulling away from his kiss. "Let me feel my lips on your cock before you come. Pull out of my pussy and fuck me in the mouth."
My filthy talk seemed to cast a spell over him. Like my slave, this big strong trucker pulled obediently out of my cunt as I wriggled out from under him. When I was kneeling on the floor, he flopped over, spreading his legs so that the full expanse of his sweaty, hairy crotch from the tip of his cock to the notch of his asshole was fully exposed.
My tongue dipped into the honey-pot of his ass, teasing him before I attacked his prick. While he reclined on the seat, I licked at his hot, sweaty asshole, reveling in the musky grime I lapped from it.
Now my tongue moved up the seam of his groin to his tightly compacted balls. They were throbbing uncontrollably, encased in their taut sac as they waited to eventually explode with their hot fuck-cream. First one, and then the other filled my mouth. Sucking them was like getting ahold of two hot embers, their heat seeming to blister the roof of my mouth.
Releasing his balls after a long, grasping suck, I started kissing my way up the shaft of his dick. It was so long and stiff it seemed like it took forever to reach the head, but when I got there, it was worth the wait. The sweetness of his cock-head overwhelmed me as I lapped my tongue over and around the contours of the heart-shaped flange. An anticipatory blob of sperm squeezing from the tip told me that it wouldn't be long before he came. I lapped it up as I worked my lips down his cock, jerking the exposed skin with my fingers while I sucked.
When I sensed he couldn't take another constriction of my lips without coming, I pulled off. When it was out of my mouth, I could see that his prick was rubbed raw, teased into a bright crimson from successively fucking my pussy and mouth. As it twitched in front of me, I got the feeling that his prick would instantaneously erupt with cum if I touched it too soon again.
Backing off, I moved against the door on the driver's side. Before he came, I wanted to be sure I could take him the way I wanted to. The whole thing was like a fantasy to me, and I wanted my rainy daydream to end just right.
Seeing me crawl over to the steering wheel, he started to sit up. By the time I'd hoisted myself up and was sitting on the plastic grips he was ready for what I had in mind. His cock loomed bigger than ever from his lap as he waited for my descent.
It was like skiing down a mountain as I slid down the plastic of the steering wheel. I felt the horn smear coolly against my pussy and heard it briefly honk while I moved towards the ten inches of destiny springing from Ted's crotch.
His mouth watered as I moved closer, the gaping crack of my snatch looming fatter and fatter in front of him until I could see it reflected in his bulging eyes. I quickly tamed a leg on either side of him, straddling his body so he couldn't move if he wanted to. As I slid down farther, my knees bent and pinned his thighs to the seat, leaving my cunt and his cock the only parts of our bodies still in play below our waists.
"Oh, Jesus, I can't stand it!" he howled, overcome by desire as I dangled my juicy honey-pot before him. "Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me! Take me out of my misery! I'm going to come all over the seat if I don't get my cock inside your cunt! Quit teasing and fuck me!"
I was only too glad to. I took all of his dick up my snatch in one long move, sitting down on the engorging rod of his prick in an instantaneous foot-long descent. No sooner did I feel his cock-head splitting my pussy-lips than I felt his balls crashing hotly against the underside of my cunt. I lay back against the steering wheel and gyrated my hips, wiggling my ass to make sure his prick was buried completely within my hot fuck-hole.
Once his prick was inside me, he stopped begging, taking the initiative again. His cock pumped away within me, pushing my pussy walls apart to the ultimate. My cunt bathed his pumping dick with a continuing torrent of cream, giving it the lubrication to slide deeper and deeper.
Straddling him, I rocked back and forth, grooving my pelvis along with his fuck-motions. He was gasping for breath. His balls must have felt like they were going to turn me inside out as I clamped my pussy muscles around his prick for all I was worth, grinding downward to meet his thrusts.
When I felt his cock grow that tell-tale fraction of an inch inside my cunt, I knew the inevitable was about to occur.
"COME! Come in my cunt!" I cried. "Let me feel your jizz in my pussy!"
His prick exploded into a fountain of scalding sperm. Grabbing the cheeks of my ass, he pulled me to him. Ramming me to the hilt, his cock shot off into my convulsing fuck-tunnel, filling my pussy with a swamp of hot, steaming male cream.
The bucking of his hips was wild and uncontrollable as he spilled his seed, his pelvic thrusts seeming to propel the sperm from his body into mine. I gritted my teeth as the jism spurted into my box and his cock-head pound into the mouth of my womb.
"Keep fucking! Keep fucking me!" I begged. "Make me came! Make me come like I've never come before! Oh, fuck! FUCK MEEEE!"
He sent his cock higher and higher up my cunt, lifting his ass from the seat to drive his tool in farther. I could feel my eyeballs bulging and my teeth grinding as he fucked me to the hilt. The excess cum spewed from the hairy corners of my cunt while I bobbed in the air from his thrusts, totally at the mercy of his jizz-spewing prick.
His dick still pumping away, he felt my tits, my hot asshole, and then slapped my rump. With his hands running over my body, and his prick and cum filling my pussy, I felt the release I was searching for at last. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!" I screamed, suddenly feeling as though my body had shattered into a million pieces.
My pussy-crew drenched his surging prick, giving it as much of a bath with my female juices as his sperm had given the interior of my cunt. Our crotches were wedded in the slime of a melting goo, my pussy-flow mixing with his hot sperm to seal us together.
We took turns fucking each other, his dick remaining remarkably hard, while my cunt continued to gush. First he did the work, pumping upward with bone-rattling thrusts. Then, when he started to pant, I ground downward, totally swallowing his prick in the vise of my unceasingly constricting pussy-tunnel.
I was so excited that I couldn't stop coming. The orgasms followed each other's heels in such lipid succession that they finally overtook me in a cumulative wave of desire, racking my body in one long, nerve-scaring convulsion of lust. My frustrations fled from my body in the climactic release of fucking. I threw my arms around Ted and held on for dear life.
Incredibly his cock started to spurt again. I could feel new jets of hot sperm splashing against my pussy walls. The vise of my spasming cunt was so intense that it had triggered his coming mechanism all over again. We were both coming so hard I thought we'd never stop.
"God, I'm coming again! I don't believe it!" he gasped disbelievingly.
"And I've never stopped!" I answered, wildly bucking my hips for emphasis.
His sperm was so copious that my cunt couldn't hold anywhere near all of it. Slick torrents of it dribbled down the insides of my legs, drenching my thighs all the way down to my knees. The smell of my pussy made my nostrils flare, the smell of cum masking the air humid with lust. The enclosed cab reeked with the raw, low-down scent of fucking.
His coming finally stopped. One last burst sent his clenched balls shooting halfway up his shaft and then he relaxed inside me, his prick exhausted. Sperm and pussy-juice were everywhere.
I pulled his cock out of my pussy and slid down on the seat beside him. Leaning over, I took what was left of the stiffness of his prick in my mouth and licked up all the jizz. As his cock continued to wilt, I could take more and more of it in my mouth, until finally I was giving the whole thing a wet bath.
When I had licked his cock clean of the sperm and pussy-juice, I attacked his balls for the last load of sticky goodness. My tongue scooted aver them, the gooey slime of cunt-cream and sperm clinging to the roughness of my tastebuds and intoxicating my senses. All the way up to his tightly packed asshole I lapped the juice, and then back down to his nuts, sucking them in my mouth like they were pieces of juicy fruit.
When the cum was all gone, I just lay there with my head in his lap, grooving on the musky smell of his crotch. The combined aromas of sweat, grime, spit, sperm and pussy-cream were like a drug for me, reducing me to helpless drowsiness. Exhausted, I slumbered in his lap.
I suppose we could have stayed like that forever. But the knocking against the side of the truck woke us up quick.
"Hey, what's going on in there?" a voice from outside called. "You gotta get this thing outta the way. We got an accident and we have to divert the traffic through here."
"Oh, shit, a fucking cop." Ted grumbled, pushing my face away from his crotch and pulling up his pants. "Ali I need is a ticket for obstructing traffic."
"What about us?" I asked.
"Just get dressed," Ted hissed. "If he climbs up and looks in the cab, we'll get busted for indecent exposure. Then the company'll find out I've been picking up riders."
"You gonna get this thing movin' or what?" the voice from the outside said.
"Yeah, sure, sure, just give me a second," Ted called back, cinching his pants around his waist. The motor rumbled as he turned the key and stepped on the gas.
"What about me?" I said as he put his foot down on the clutch.
"Look, I gotta get out of here," he said brusquely. "I'll let you off at the next gas station. You can hitch a ride back. Look, it's even stopped raining."
I was stunned. It was like we had never fucked at all, like it had never happened. All the way to the filling station I just sat there in shock, unable to spent. I wondered if I had imagined it all. Maybe I was so horny I'd dreamed all of this. Maybe I was in bed at home and it was four in the morning.
But the service station Ted pulled into certainly looked real. I could smell the gas and the exhaust fumes.
And Ted's smile seemed genuine when he looked at me and said, "Thanks for the piece of ass, babe."