The check-in station was far down the road. Harry reached over and got his swindle sheet and gave it a quick glance. Everything looked like it was in order.
That was the catch. It looked like it was in order. He was overloaded by almost a thousand pounds. He was pretty sure he could get by with it this time around. They guy at the station was a pretty open fellow and could be bribed. What was it to him if a trucker was a couple pounds overweight?
Harry almost lost control of the truck. The sharp pain went away almost immediately and was replaced by a more gentle feeling. He glowed warm and nice inside. It was a well-fucked feeling. He couldn't get over how good he felt, and this had been his longest haul to date. On the road for almost twenty hours without any sleep and still he felt brand new, fresh and ready for another twenty hours.
The pills had helped. He had popped a couple bennies and four or five whites. But that wasn't enough to keep him going for twenty hours without other help. He smiled at the thought of the other help he was getting.
His crotch felt warm and nice.
He swerved again. Damn! He'd almost missed the turn for the weigh station.
He pulled up and braked at the side of the small adobe building. The agent, Pete something or other, came out and waved.
"Hey, Harry, how's it going this trip?"
"Not bad at all, Pete. Here's my manifest."
The man took it and glanced through the sheets. He glanced back at the rig and checked the tires.
"Everything looks okay. No need to weigh you out this time, I guess. You're one of the guys I trust." He pocketed the twenty that had gone along with the swindle sheet.
As he initialed the authorization in the proper three places, he looked up and said, "Something the matter, Harry? You're looking mighty funny. Haven't been dropping too many of those pills, have you?" He looked back at the manifest and schedule. "Hell, man, you only been driving twenty hours. You couldn't be in that bad a shape unless you pulled a turnaround."
"Uh, no, nothing, uh, uh, like that, Pete. I, uh, got a lot of sleep in, uh, you know, LA before leaving. A week." Damn but he wished that would go away while he was doing business! But he doubted the feeling would die. Not for a while. Besides, it kept him going a lot better than speed ever could.
"If you say so. Clear road. I don't think there are any Smokies in the area. Had a radar setup about forty down the road but they closed up for the day."
"Uh, yeah, thanks, Pete. See you on the reverse." He quickly gunned the engine and roared off. The feeling grew in his crotch. The warmth began to spread throughout his loins.
He looked down and saw the wild array of brown hair scattered all over his crotch. Summer was avidly mouthing his cock. She had started sucking on it just before they got to the weigh-in station. He wished to hell she would wait but knew that this kind of mouth love added to her kicks. She liked sucking him off when there was a chance of being caught at it that restaurant in LA!
Christ, he had came just as the waiter was serving the food. He almost turned over the plate and steak and salad and everything as he came. Summer had been on her knees under the table sucking him off for all she was worth.
"Will you let up, damn it!" he snapped. "I'm having a hard time keeping this thing straight on the road."
Summer looked up, an evil gleam in her eye. She'd found the perfect way of getting revenge on Harry. She wasn't going to let him run her off. She could take anything he could dish out. And she was going to embarrass and humiliate him in public one of these days.
Until then, she'd have a fine time fucking that lovely cock of his. And, whenever he asked, giving his friends some kicks. She picked up a lot of bread that way. The CB radio kept her is touch with all the other horny truckers wanting to get their rocks off. One day, she'd have enough money put away to split.
She wasn't sure where she'd go. But wherever it was, she wasn't going to have to put up with gear shift knobs crammed up her twat.
"I want some more," she said and dived back down to mouth his cock. She wanted to suck him off just as he hit the downhill grade past Deadman's Curve.
That'd show the bastard who was boss.