Chapter 6
"Yawl don't mind if I hang my hat up first, do you?" he was saying as he pulled the big soiled cowboy Stetson off his good-looking head and began to open the truck door.
"Where the hell are you hanging it?" she muttered. "On a fence post in Texas?"
He grinned as the top half of his body disappeared for a second out of the open door. When he came sliding back into the cab he was hatless.
"I got kinda a superstition about hangin' my hat on the radio antenna. Long as I know my ole hat is up high, seems like my pecker stays up there, too."
"Hooray for Philco," she said, grinning.
Once back snugly in the cab she reached again with both hot hands for that obvious bulge in his tight jeans. r
"Reckon we better do it in back," he suggested, maneuvering his trim hips once again out of her hungry grasp. "Ain't much room up here to get comfy. I reckon you'd like for me to finger you some while you're eatin'. "
"You bet your big boots I would!"
"C'mon then."
She sat pat while he crawled all six feet of his lanky Texas-stud body over the back of the seat and disappeared ass-last into the spacious bunk area well behind the seats.
"You've got a damn bed back there?" she purred breathlessly.
"Shore do, ma'am. Can't do no good screwin' and eatin' without you can stretch out. C'mon back-and yank off them panties of yours while I git my britches down."
At long last, Rita thought, that long-legged, beautiful bastard is going to let me suck on that thing!
It wouldn't be the first time that she had rolled her brazen tongue around the stiff penis of a willing male. She had been an expert at it in college. In fact, at one time it had been such a specialty with her that the fraternity boys she knew used to line up to go out with her. "Old party-mouth" they called her! And she had long ago gotten over any silly hang-ups about oral sex, although her husband Walter didn't go for such stuff. He thought it was queer, and now she was going to have a chance to catch up on a whole big lot of cocksucking!
She had her panties off even before she crawled over the seat, and the hairy, hungering slit between her legs was throbbing to feel the exploring wriggle of the cowboy's finger-or rather, fingers!
It was nice and shadowy in the spacious niche behind the seats. He did, indeed, have his britches down when she crawled in on top of him. His jeans were bunched together at the top of his boots, along with his shorts and the outsized cowboy-belt buckle shaped like a steer's head. And just to make sure she had all the naked male body she wanted to lick and kiss, he had unbuttoned his Western shirt all the way so that she could get at his lightly-haired chest and the twin brown nipples poking up from little stubbles on his pectoral muscles.
But her first interest was the almost unmanageable size of his prick. It was one of the biggest and longest goddamn fuck-rods she had ever seen, and it was already standing up from between his spraddled legs half-hard and half-soft. Although both her fingers and tongue itched to touch it, she had to simply admire his whopping prick for a few seconds, drinking in the erotic sight of the kind of cock that can drive an already horny female right out of her skull.
"Jesus, I'll bet your stepmother did have fun with that," she whispered raggedly.
"You bet, honey," he rasped. "It wasn't half that long when she started suckin' on it, so I reckon what they say about makin' a peter grow by lovin' it once or twice a day with a hot mouth is sure enough a fact."
In that case, she fully intended to make the damn thing grow another couple of inches before she was through.
One added attraction to her cowboy's penis was the fact that he was uncircumcised. Despite the modern fad of cutting back the foreskin on male babies, she still preferred the uncut kind. She liked to play with the skin covering the head, to milk it back and lick on that moist, virginal underside of the meatus-and to smell the faintly offensive, strongly sexual odor of the male in heat.
"Lick on my balls a little first," he suggested, his voice a coarse husk of growing excitement. "Heat me up like that, and my prick will git as stiff as a saddle horn."
She liked the idea. Rolling her tongue out almost to the roots, she nuzzled her head deep down between his legs and found the two rounded bags of his nuts. They were firm and warm, with a whiskery thatch of hair in the center. With a salacious moan, she began to wantonly cover every inch of his testicles with the flat of her tongue. She licked them this way and that, moving them from one side to the other with the force of her lapping strokes, covering them with the warm wetness of her saliva until they were swollen and tingling.
The effect of having his balls licked did wonders for his Titan cock. It was standing up straight and hard, the big head half-uncovered to show the deep-pink color of the meatus.
"Reminds me of an old mule-type boy I knowed back in Texas," he was whispering, his voice barely audible above the slurping swipes of her tongue. "He was a trucker, too. And he was plain crazy about having his balls licked on. Damn fool fella just couldn't git enough of it. He got himself one of them little French poodles and trained it to lap on his nuts for hours at a time. Told me that he used to take that pooch along with him on his cross-country trips. Told me that once that hot-tongued little bitch dog licked on his balls all the way from Houston to Oklahoma City, without ever once coming up for breath. Made me wonder if a real female French gal was the same way..."
Rita didn't come up for air, either. She didn't want to! The more she licked on his swollen sperm-bags, the hotter she knew she was getting him. And she had every intention of making this prime piece of Texas beef fuck her with that jumbo cock. She wanted it hogged into her wide-open cunt until those same balls were hugging the lips of her pussy-and that king-sized head was crammed up her womb. And if that meant sucking his horny rod half the day, she'd do it!
"Yeah, feels good," he rasped. "Now, lick some on my peter. And turn your cute ass around to me so I can feel you up with my fingers."
She scooted around so fast that her hips bumped hard against the back of the seat.
While her tongue slathered up and down the rigid column of his huge prick, he rolled her dress up over the mounds of her naked buttocks and began to tickle the hair on her cunt with one finger.
She wriggling her butt in his face like a duck, and his finger poked at the white-hot center of her pussy, teasing in and out of the tender inner lips while his thumb rubbed at her hardening clitoris.
With a groan of lust she ovaled her mouth over the head of his stiff cock and began to suck it greedily. She wrapped her velvety tongue around the bulb of meat and rode his husky rod halfway down her throat. She came up with tears in her eyes, then went down on him again, this time taking three or four more inches in her gulping, sucking need.
As his enormous cock twitched happily in her mouth, he worked his finger up her doughy cunt to the second knuckle, and between tickling her firm clit with his thumb and scratching her pussy hair with his other fingers he began to finger-fuck her with a slow but solid rhythm.
"Suck it," he breathed. "Yeah, eat that big thing off, baby!"
With a deep grunt of pleasure, she clasped both hands around the thick base of his lumbering cock and began to wildly lick it like a big bar of honey. She could feel the large veins in the sides of his penis expanding and throbbing, and that excited her to a pitch of passion. While his finger plunged deliciously in and out of her palpitating pussy, she moved her hips in a rocking motion that gave her a sharper feeling of actually being screwed.
It was the maddest kind of perverted sex she had experienced in years, and it brought back the obscene fun of having played her mouth around all those cute, oversexed college boys. She had almost forgotten the taste of male sperm shooting in hot gluts into her mouth, but she knew that much more of the kind of carnal cocksucking she was giving the cowboy and he would fill her lungs with his nectar.
As his orgasm began to build, starting at the center of his throbbing nuts and working up the hefty length of his tongue-teased column, he lost interest in merely fingering her blazing twat and pulled her gaping hole right up over his mouth.
With a subdued shriek of lusty joy, she felt his hard tongue driving solidly up into the tunnel of her slit. The silken folds of her tormented pussy began to clasp the root of his tongue to hold him tight inside while he lapped the wetted walls of her gash.
She went down on him over and over right to his balls, loving the way her throat was packed with every inch of his cock, mad about the feel of his thick pubic hair filling her nose and bearding her lips!
"EAT IT!" he croaked, pulling his chewing mouth away from her dripping cunt for a second. "Empty my hot balls! SUCK 'EM DIRTY!"
It was the prelude to his shooting her mouth full of cum, she knew, and to make it as much fun as possible for both of them she choked down the full nine inches of his gigantic prick and began to massage his balls with both hands.
It was the kind of blowjob every cowboy dreams about, and he pulled the cheeks of her burning ass wide apart and buried his mouth and nose deep into the hairy maw of her cunt as his balls began to explode.
The massive explosions of hot sperm down her throat made her gag and groan.
Each heavy spurt from his finger-squeezed balls made her cheeks bloat out like an adder's, but she hungrily swallowed every horny drop of his juice, and lapped with her tongue to coax more out of him.
She had not quite reached an orgasm herself, although his fat tongue was solidly up her frothing cunt and working like a piston. But she was still only on the verge of really getting her rocks off when his big prick melted in her mouth like cotton candy, and he pulled his tongue out of her with a plop.
To her dismay, what had been a tower of hard flesh in her throat only seconds before was now turning as soft as baker's dough. And all she had to remember of the suckable treat was a throatful of spermy broth.
She let his fading hard-on slop reluctantly from between her lips, then began to kiss and lick the flat hardness of his stomach. She worked her way up, moving her head from left to right as she trailed her seething tongue up over his chest. She loved the flushed, satisfied male smell of his body, and her supple tongue found each of his coin-flat male nipples and teased and licked them until they were warm and wet. But he was sucked out.
"Whoa there, honey," he breathed huskily. "What you need is a fresh team of stud horses."
She was still on all fours, with her buttocks lifted, her widened, unsatisfied pussy still gleaming with the probing efforts of his tongue.
"What I need," she crooned desperately, "I just swallowed!"
He laughed softly. "Don't you worry about that. You play your cards right, and you can have more peter-oil pumped up your cunt than a Mexican whore in a bunkhouse."
"And just how-"
"Us truckers stick together. You remember me hangin' my hat on that radio wire."
"Uh-huh."
"That was a signal for us truckers. Means there's a free piece of ass in the truck if they've got time to stop for it."
"You mean--? "
"Average is usually four to six-old-boys. They come ridin' down the highway with their nuts full and their cocks stiff as steer horns, see the signal, and pull off for some fun. Course now, it's all up to you. Nobody gits fucked that don't want fucked. Which side of the fence are you on right now?"
A wanton grin spilled all the way up to her ear lobes. "I need a trucker," she purred, feeling the deepest cunt-itch yet at the thought of being serviced right then and there by as many strange pricks as might come along. "If you're sure it's safe ... that my husband-"
"Hell, honey, us truckers has got that all worked out. One stands guard kind-of while the other crawls up in the cab and works off his problem. Couldn't be safer if you were double-locked in a room of one of them imagine motels."
At that very moment, they both heard the hiss and whine of another huge truck pulling off into the rest area.
The cowboy winked at her. "There's your first customer, if you want it."
"Send him up!"
While the cowboy hitched up his jeans and stuffed his monstrous, but softened, cock back into his shorts, Rita began to slip out of her dress. She wanted her tits free. During all that lovely prick-eating, her nipples had shot out like thumbs, and the next time around, she wanted them sucked!
By the time the Texan had worked his booted way back over the seats to get out of the cab, Rita was naked as sin. Her body was burning all over, her flesh prickly with expectation. It was such a deliciously naughty way to have sex, she kept telling herself, that she might do it every weekend. And she'd be damned if she would clue Mr. Paul-or anybody else-in on the lusty gold mine she had stumbled onto.
In seconds, the cab of the door opened again and a new face appeared over the top of the seats. This one was even younger than the cowboy, and his eyes were sparkling with a mixture of sensual need and rank impatience. His blonde hair was spilling down over his eyes from under a cap.
"The name's Ray, ma'am, and I understand you're in the market for a good time."
Halflying in the bunk bed, naked as a peach, her tits swollen and pointing and her lascivious pussy throbbing like a rabbit's foot, she could only grin back at him like a Japanese wind-up sex doll!
Proper or not, the invitation was all he needed. He climbed over the seats and unzipped his fly with one hand. To show him she meant business, she reached inside his shorts and pulled his already stiff prick lecherously out of his pants. It was a healthy handful!
"Pull up your legs, baby," he husked. "I got to be in Chicago by eight o'clock tonight, so let's see just how much old-fashioned fucking we can do in the next fifteen minutes!"
It was the kind of time-schedule following she could learn to love!
With the first rapid thrust of his hips he had his rigid young cock deep into her yielding cunt. He bucked his thighs once or twice more until the head of his rogue rod was almost touching the mouth of her womb; then he began to fuck her with powerful strokes, sending a million lewd thrills through her loins.
She grabbed his arms and held on for dear life as he balled her without letup. Her randy pussy was already primed for a good coming, and after only a few dozen delicious drives of his stiffened meat she threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and flooded his balls with a gush of juice. He obviously liked a hot woman, loved making one come so good and fast, and with a grunt of greedy lust he began fucking her faster and harder!
She came three times before he spurted her slit full of his truck driving sperm. Then he lay panting for a few seconds over her, kissed each rigid nipple of her panting tits, and crawled off.
Next, she thought, and for God's sake let's pray for a tit-sucker!
She didn't have long to wait for answered prayers.
Almost before the big cab door slammed shut, it opened again and a leering face peered at her over the top of the seats.
"I'm Joe," the mature, craggy-handsome face said, grinning.
She grinned right back, and this time she had a voice up to the occasion. "Crawl on back," she crooned, "and help yourself!"
This one turned out to be big, all over. He was hairy as a nest of tarantulas, but at least he took time to take his pants off-and time to play a few minutes with her slack pussy while she worked his hairy, powerfully thick and long prick up into a stony pole of power.
She was on the verge of begging him to pinch and suck her tits when he covered one of them with the hottest mouth on the road. While her pleasured nipple grew enormously fat and pointing under the leathery suckings of his tongue, she felt her legs being pushed apart so that his corpulent cock could fill her hole.
It was very fine fucking, and by the time he sent his hot gushes of sperm blasting up toward her liver, her well-chewed titties were rounded and horned!
Then came one named Chuck-a twenty-six-year-old stud who whispered the wildest, sickest, sexiest things in her burning ears while he pumped her sodden cunt with eight inches of bone-hard cock.
Then a little shrimp named Henry, who spooked her a bit until he lowered his pants. Good things come in small packages! Henry had one even bigger than the cowboy, and a whole helluva lot longer. With her smooth, nude legs wrapped around his bouncing butt she made him fuck her three times without stopping. At the end of it, she had to help him back over the seats!
Then there was one on his way to Iowa, named Billy.
One heading toward California named Tim-oversexed to the point of wanting to jack off in her mouth while she fingered his ass-hole and pulled at his balls like bell-tongues.
Then she lost count. She didn't give a damn any more about names, or even faces. It was how much they had between their legs, how good they were at making her creamy, maddened cunt juice off, and how well they could work on her stiffened tits with their tongues.
And it seemed forever before the cowboy appeared again.
"Ain't you fucked out yet?" he drawled, looking at her with both admiration and amazement over the top of the seats, his cowboy hat pushed back to his hairline.
"Not until you do it to me," she managed, moving her sleek, still-hot legs together so that the bruised folds of her unsated pussy sent fresh, erotic ripples of prick-need up toward her womb.
"That's right," he said, smiling. "I reckon I ain't done my duty by you yet. So why don't you pile into your clothes again and come on down outside?"
"What for?" she demanded. "Don't tell me you're going to ball me on the fender of this damn thing!"
"You'll see, honey."
She was really past giving too much of a damn at this point, she decided. All she knew was she wanted what the cowboy had. It would be the end of a fabulous experience to have that handsome young stud working his ass off between her legs-and the kind of figurative and literal climax that would make her girl friends green with envy when she told about it next Saturday!
She got into her clothes and climbed down out of the truck.
The cowboy wasn't alone-either that, or she was seeing double.
"Ma'am, this here is Bo Jones. From Dallas. And that's his truck over there."
She didn't have to be hit over the head to get the message. Bo's big truck was a furniture-moving truck, and that meant that some place inside of it was a bed!
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," the second cute cowboy named Bo said. "Yawl wanta go fuck in my truck?"
Bo turned out to be another one of those mule-type boys: long-legged, long-eared, and long-cocked!
The inside of the truck was dark and hot, but with their clothes off the steamy sweat of their bodies only added to the erotic flavor of their screwing.
Her favorite cowboy, the one she had picked up at the drive-in, fucked her first. His overfed, tongue-tested cock had regained every hard inch of its original virility, and while he groaned and humped between her flared thighs she played a delicious little game with Bo. While the Dallas stud squatted over her face, his balls hanging down like forbidden fruits, she licked and tongued everything in sight.
The borrowed bed inside the truck got the kind of workout that borrowed beds are meant to get-in or out of hotels. They screwed her a couple of times apiece; then Bo did the gentlemanly thing to her while she gave the other one a final blowjob. Bo ate her, with both of his hands dug so deep into the simmering mounds of her buttocks that he was touching bone.
She joined their exclusive club when she spasmed-kicking like a mule against Bo's nice mouth.