I'd no sooner stuck my thumb out this time than a big, long-haul truck ground to a halt and offered me a lift. "I'll give you a ride to Barstow -if you make it worth my while," he grinned as he helped me get Hitler into the cab. "What do you have in mind?" I asked, pretty damned sure I already knew. "You," he said matter-of-factly. "Fair's fair." I smiled, spotting the highway cop who'd almost pinched me the last time, as he cruised by on the other side.
It won't always be this way, I thought. I won't have to fuck for rides too much longer. The driver didn't look like a weirdo. He just wanted to be able to fool around while he drove and have the chance to drain his cock in me. I let Hitler have the window and scooted over next to him. I'd found my bra before I left this time, so it wasn't quite as exciting for him when I rubbed my tit against his arm. It was still good enough to give him a hard-on, which really pleased me.
He wheeled the big rig back onto the highway, shifted a whole bunch of times, and made himself comfortable before he dropped a hand on my thigh. It sent tingles shooting to my crotch. If I kept heating up like I was, I wouldn't have a thing in the world to worry about. I was surprised that I didn't hate men after what I'd been through, but I didn't. I knew that they might be using me and didn't really care. The world was full of people using people for their own ends. I had a body that enjoyed being touched by men and I'd learned to use it to my advantage. Life, I had found out, could be hard enough without hang-ups. There wasn't any sense in making it rougher by feeling guilty about a silly little thing like sex.
The truck driver's hand fondled my leg before working up to my belly. I felt the stubby, strong fingers running over my jeans. It was pleasant. I didn't wait for him to unzip my pants. The thought of him struggling with that, while trying to drive the huge truck, was scary. I unsnapped them myself. Not only undoing the zipper, but working them to my ankles as well. I wanted to give him plenty of room to work on my cunt.
The big, barrel-chested man with tatoos and a dark complexion didn't wait to be invited. His fingers ran up my smooth; soft, inner thigh to my panties. He traced the outline of the elastic bands. He teased my naked tummy. His fingers strolled over the tight, powder-blue cloth covering my privates and dipped between my legs. I let him fool around without starting in on him. I didn't know just how horny he was and didn't want to waste his excitement on a quickie. I scooted as low as I could and just let him do all the work for the time being. It seemed better that way.
He knew what he was doing. He slid all four fingers up and down, across the crotch of my panties. Then he hooked the elastic band at the top of them and slid his hand inside. His fingers gingerly pinched and rubbed my cuntlips until they began to make my hole drip. He got my cuntjuice on his fingertip and drew it back up. It began to race around the top of my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasant chills shooting into my cunt. He was delighted when I began to squirm.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he chuckled. "Umm-hmm!" I grinned back. He rolled the heel of his hand on my pubic bone and slid his middle finger down. It dipped between my cuntlips and into my snatch again. I squirmed hotly as he curled the finger and hooked the upper opening. "Wow!" I gasped, as he applied pressure and his finger moved back and forth, rubbing my twat.
He slid his ring finger in too, opening my cunt wide. I felt a rush of air sucking into me. I wiggled at the temperature change. My pussy started drooling again and got all gushy inside. My passions rose as he diddled and I burned hotter and hotter. The sweet scent of sex rose rapidly as I simmered and burned. His fingers probed my soft, yielding cunt.
I glanced over and saw his giant prick making his loose pants rise like a tent. I was so hot now that it took a lot of will power to keep from fondling his prick. His fingers and hand looked odd, wiggling around inside the confining nylon of my panties. They were being hampered by the tight cloth. I raised up enough to roll them down. As I did, his finger slipped and went inside my cunt. It was still bent. I gasped with lust as his finger scraped my pussy.
The man chuckled. His finger pulled out of my box and began to pinch the buttons on my blouse open. I was going to help him, but quickly found that he didn't need it. My blouse was gaping wide within seconds. The twin mounds of my frayed, lacy bra stuck out, fully exposed. The man didn't waste any time. He ran a finger under the shoulder straps. He pushed them down onto my arms. I giggled hotly as he turned the cups inside out. My tits jutted provocatively. My nipples hardened as he lifted my tits out of the bra. The areolas crinkled in excitement and rose to diamond-hard stiffness. His hands rested against the bunched-up material of my bra. Then he started to worry the nipples with his fingertips.
I checked on the state of his hard-on and noticed a bead of cooze oil wetting his pants. I couldn't stand it any longer. My left hand snaked out and I scratched the damp spot with my fingernail. The man shivered with delight. I found his fly and worked hurriedly on his zipper. Suddenly I couldn't wait to have a cock in my hand. I needed to look at it, caress it, feel its warmth and ruggedness. I needed to thrill to its touch and the lush color of its sculptured head. I needed to smell the sweet, strong scent of his cum and taste the salty jizz.
He was wearing boxer shorts and it was easy to get his cock out. I wasn't disappointed. It was beautiful. The cockhead was red and already dripping. Its veins were rugged and prominent. It was seven inches long and powerfully stiff. I slid my fingertips lightly, like a feather, along the top and bottom of his prick, and watched as his prick bounced to my thrilling touch.
I kept this up for a long time, running my fingers first up and down, and then around and around the head. The more I played with his cock, the more my pussy drooled. It was wild. It was as if our nerves were tied together. Dipping into his pants again, I worked his balls out so they could share in my caresses. When I'd properly heated his cock, I scooted my butt over against Hitler. Resting on my elbows, I sank my mouth onto the man's delightful prick. The salty taste was wonderful. He was sweating and emitting his cum. I lavished the hot cock with kisses and ran my tongue over it. He reached over and caught one of my dangling tits and started playing with it. Both of us squirmed in heated passion.
I was as happy as a baby sucking on her mother's tit. It was like I'd gone without food for a long time. I could have gobbled the whole thing up without a second thought. That is, I could have, if I hadn't wanted to taste his cum and maybe have him sink it in my cunt. I ran his cock in and out of my mouth twice, just to savor the delicious taste. Then I took his prick out. Starting at the base of the beautiful thing, I ran my tongue up and down the sides, all the way around his prick. God, but it was nice.
His cock thrilled to every wet caress from my warm tongue. His prick pulsed and throbbed hotly against my tongue. I tickled his foreskin with the tip of my tongue and giggled as it bounced and more juice spilled out. His hand squeezed my breast, making me burn and turn all watery inside. I could feel the juices oozing from my hole and running onto my thigh. I forgot that Hitler had been trained to react to cuntjuice.
Both the driver and I were in for a surprise. Hitler was quick to pick up the aroma of heated pussy. I was concentrating on the glorious cock sticking lewdly from the trucker's fly. The man was paying attention to my tits and the road. Then the dog's cold nose pressed between my legs and I gasped. The driver glanced over and almost ran the truck off the road. "He usually do that?" the man gasped. "Sure-you want to watch him?" I giggled. He nodded.
That would be great. I could suck the big cock in my mouth dry and the dog could lick me off. I twisted so the driver could watch and still keep at least one eye on the road. I spread my knees wide and shivered as the broad tongue thrilled the entire length of my split. "Jesus!" the driver chuckled. "Yeah!" I breathed, and took his whole cock into the back of my throat. "Goddamn-sonofabitch! Watch out! I'll shoot off in your mouth if you keep that up!" the man choked, as he raised his hips to push it in even deeper.
"I'd like that," I mumbled, with the proud cock still in my mouth. The driver laughed as my words came out in a jibberish. He chuckled. I giggled and nipped his cock playfully, low on the hard cock. The big hand on my tit never missed a squeeze. The dog's tongue flicked and caressed my exposed cunt. It mashed and prodded my clit until I was a mindless piece of passion.
This was absolute heaven. There couldn't be anything better than a tongue on my pussy, a hand on my tit and a cock in my mouth. Unless it was another cock in my pussy as well. I seethed and boiled as I deep-throated him. The driver paid more attention to my wiggling and squirming than the road. Of course, the fact I was sucking him didn't help his driving any either.
He wheeled into a rest stop shortly after that and the three of us climbed into the bunk behind his seat and drew the curtains. The man knelt over my head and faced my cunt so he could watch Hitler. It felt weird to have the cock upside-down in my mouth and his balls resting over my nose. I couldn't see a thing since his giant balls were resting on my eyes.
Hitler got tired of licking my soggy cunt and crawled awkwardly on top of me. The driver was going crazy as he watched the big dog trying to crawl forward, to where he could fuck me in the missionary position. The doggie-dick drove hotly into my slick cunt and shot to the back of the canal. My pussy was tight. The big dog cock stretched and tore through me. Waves of searing pleasure pain rippled through my insides.
The cock in my mouth almost drowned me in its cum as the driver heated quickly toward his final super-spurt. A heady sensation gripped me as I climbed higher and higher, taking the two different cocks. The two of them wound my heated spring tighter and tighter as they rose to their own peaks. The driver came first. His glorious prick pulsed and throbbed. It danced around and beat my tongue half to death. His balls quivered against my eyes and then he let his cum spurt.
Great gobs of the wonderful juice filled the back of my mouth as the hard prick unleashed its fury. I swallowed time after time as fast as I could. I emptied sperm and spit into my belly over and over. He squeezed my tits, almost mashing them in his excitement. He raised and lowered his ass, letting the big prick run back and forth in my mouth until he had completely emptied it.
Shifting off my face, he sat and watched as Hitler drove me higher and higher. The ugly doggie-dick roared in and out, battering my pussy to a frenzied state of heat. We rose to our orgasm together. I bounced my hips back and forth. I rolled my cunt hotly against his surging loins. Then we were coming!
I found myself suspended for a long time in the delicious heaven of orgasm as he filled my cunt. When I'd finished, and the dog had gotten off, I cleaned up and the driver started selling me on an idea he had. He told me that he made regular runs through Barstow. It turned out that he knew a Madam who'd opened a classy whore house in the area and needed girls.
Every time the driver picked up a hitchhiker, who looked like she would like that kind of work, he'd drop her off at the house. I'd go over real big, because I was young, well developed, liked sucking and fucking and had Hitler. It would mean a lot of money for me. It wouldn't take forever to build up a nest egg. I'd have nice clothes, a nice room, good food, and reasonable working hours.
I didn't see how I could refuse. I needed money, I craved nice clothes and wanted to be able to travel in style. I was sick of being a drop-out and a hitchhiker. We got dressed and climbed back into the front of the truck cab. The driver started the giant truck and got us back onto the highway again. Suddenly the desert looked different. It looked beautiful. I was looking forward to my new job.