Chapter 2
The sound of a nasal voice lamenting a lost love, backed by a twanging steel guitar, floated around the big room. Laura didn't pay much attention to it any more. She had been working in the Dustin Truck Park for three months, and the music had become just background noise.
The job had been just what she wanted. The other girls were friendly, not nosey. The truck drivers were mostly a transient lot. She had learned the names of only a few that made regular runs. It was a good place to sort things out in her mind and decide what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.
She finished setting the table and looked up to see Bob and Duane come through the door. Bob Jackson was a tall, dark-haired, well-built man of about thirty. His friend, Duane Overman, was almost as big, and was red-haired, and full of chatter. They sat at the counter as Laura walked around behind it.
"What'11 you fellas have tonight?"
"Hi, doll," Duane smiled. "What you got good to eat?"
She slapped the hand that reached across the counter toward her hip. "Nothing that you're going to get close to, freckle-puss," she laughed. "Just order some food."
"Leave her be, Red," Bob said softly.
"Ah, now Snake, I don't mean no harm, and Laura knows it. Don't ya?"
"Sure, Red, I know," she smiled.
She was surprised at the way Bob had defended her. He had been there often, always quiet and polite, without saying much.
Duane quickly ate his meal and got up to leave. "Well, gotta get back on the super slab. See ya on down the line, Snake."
"So long, Red. Truck 'em easy."
The door swished shut behind the red-haired trucker, leaving Laura and Bob alone in the room.
The only sounds were the spoon in his coffee cup and the noise she made cleaning up behind the counter. Her shift would be over soon. "Hey, Laura."
She turned toward him. "Yeah?"
"Look, if you don't mind riding in my truck, I'd sure like to take you out to dinner. That is, if you feel like it after working half the evening."
She started to refuse the invitation, but then decided it really was time to start living again. Bob seemed like a pretty nice guy. She'd do it.
"Okay, Bob," she said.
His usually serious face broke into a big, white-toothed grin. "It's a date, hon."
They ate in a dimly lit restaurant a few miles up the highway. After a few drinks, Laura found that she was telling him her whole life story, as if she had known him for a long time. He was a good listener and seldom asked questions. She felt comfortable being with him.
She had dragged some of his history out of him. He had worked for NASA as an electronics technician before the space program had been scaled down. He had wanted to do something different when that job was phased out, so he had put his own money into a truck and was keeping busy with it.
By the time they left the restaurant, Laura was feeling relaxed, more so than she had in months. The ride back to Dustin took only a few minutes.
When they stepped inside the door of Laura's apartment, it seemed perfectly natural for Bob to take her into his arms. She let her body melt against his large frame, felt his tongue dip into her mouth. Something inside her said it was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this. Her hunger for affection argued that she needed it, had to have it. She felt his hands slide down her back, encompass her soft ass and pull her even closer to him. The big bulge in his pants pressed against her stomach. She could feel the warmth starting in her belly, a feeling that had been missing a long time. The doubt faded away. Her hands went around his waist. She rotated her hips against his body.
"Yes, Bob, yes," she murmured.
She found herself swooped up, quickly carried into the bedroom and placed gently upon the bed. Through a haze, she watched him strip her clothes away. Dress, bra, pantyhose and panties fluttered to the floor. A blush burned her cheeks as Bob stood over her, gazing down at her slender, white, naked body. He bent down and covered one tit with his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue, one hand teasing the other nipple.
Little electric shocks pulsated through her from the gentle suction he was applying. He raised up to kiss her, one hand caressing her flat stomach.
"I've wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you," he said. "The thought of sticking my cock into your little pussy has been driving me crazy."
His language shocked her a little, but she also found it exciting. She felt the feverish blush still creeping over her body as she watched him shuck off his clothes. She gasped when she saw his long, hard cock spring up when he dropped his shorts. It was much thicker and longer than Jim's had been. Bob laid down beside her.
"I don't know if all of that will go inside me," she said as he took her into his arms.
"Don't worry, baby, I won't hurt you," he whispered.
She opened her mouth to his searching tongue. She felt the hard length of his cock flop across her stomach. Shivers of apprehension rippled across her skin. His big hand covered her hot, swollen mound. She jumped at the contact. He began kissing a wet trail down over her breasts.
"What fine tits! Pink and pure white," he murmured.
She felt that long, hard cylinder sliding down her thigh. His mouth reached her belly, kissing, biting, sucking, sending little shock waves to her brain. One fingertip was running up and down the hair-covered lips of her cunt. The fire was growing. Her hips jerked against the light, teasing touch of his finger. It felt so good, it had been such a long time. His mouth left her and she looked down to see him kneeling between her legs, his face only inches from her hot pussy.
"Your cunt is just as beautiful as I'd imagined it," he said. "All pink and hairy and waiting for me to eat it."
The contact of his lips on the swollen folds of flesh made her jump. Jim had never done this to her! He had been the only man she'd ever known. It almost didn't seem right. Her body stiffened as doubt assailed her mounting passion.
"Relax, baby," he said softly. "Whatever makes two people feel good and brings them together isn't abnormal. Relax and enjoy it."
"But nobody's ever done that to me."
"Then you're going to find out what you've been missing."
She felt his tongue slip between those hot lips and thought the tingling would pop right through her skull. He spread the folds with his fingers and began lapping her pussy from bottom to top. She raised her hips off the bed, pushing against his face. The doubt was gone. She felt his tongue poking at her tiny asshole. Her muscles tightened involuntarily. The wet tongue quickly slid up her slit again, thrusting into her cunt, once, twice, then up to her hard little clit, flicking it back and forth, fast and hard.
She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, her hips moving up and down. "Oh, God! Don't stop! It feels so good, eat me, eat me!"
She was surprised to hear those words coming from her own mouth, but she didn't care.
His mouth clamped against her cunt. His chin burrowed against her pussy, his tongue flipping her clit about madly. Laura pulled at his hair, trying to draw him inside of her. Her legs flew open as far as they would go. Rolling knots quivered across her belly. She felt a great pressure building, becoming higher and higher. Nothing mattered except the tongue that was driving her insane. It was getting close.
She cried out as the first wave of an intense orgasm doubled her up. "Ohhhh . . . I'm coming .. . suck me! Eat me! Gaaaa!"
She thrashed from side to side as the waves quaked through her, one after another. The tongue stopped moving, but the mouth was glued to her twitching cunt, keeping a tight suction on her throbbing clit. Strong fingers cradled her bouncing ass. She began to catch her breath again as the waves became gentle ripples, carrying her along.
She felt cool air strike her pussy. She looked down and saw Bob between her open thighs, his wet face smiling, one hand bending his long cock downward. She felt its broad head sliding up and down between the wet lips of her cunt.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want you to put it in me," she whispered.
"C'mon, say it."
Her hips started humping spasmodically, trying to capture the big cock she had to have. "Fuck me! Stick that big prick up my pussy and fuck me!"
He leaned over her and she felt the big head nudge its way into her wet, hot cunt. He pushed a couple of inches in and stopped, giving the walls time to adjust to his size. He backed up a little and pushed in again. The broad knob pushed soft flesh aside and burrowed down into that dark, slippery tunnel.
Laura sucked in her breath, feeling the walls of her cunt stretch to accommodate the intruder. Now she knew that she could take him, all of him. She wrapped her legs over his back and lifted up, forcing more hard meat into her hot pussy. Down and up again, taking more and more of his long pole, she moved slowly.
"Oh, baby, work that ass, take it all," he whispered. "Your little cunt is squeezing hell out of my dong. I've never been in a pussy this tight."
Now the entire length was buried inside of her. She felt the knob pushing against her womb, the base of his throbbing cock pressing against her swollen clit.
She hooked her ankles behind his thighs as he began moving his hips. The hard shaft slid in and out of the wet passage in long, slow strokes. He backed almost completely out and then slowly pushed in again, each thrust filling her grasping pussy. He built up speed, each succeeding stroke becoming faster and harder. She lifted her hips to meet the driving piston of his wet shaft.
"Fuck me, fuck me! It's so big . . . so hard!" she babbled.
He moved even faster. "Yeah, baby! Your cunt is milking my cock like it had fingers! So tight, so good!" he gasped.
Wet, slapping sounds of hard cock slithering in and out of a foaming cunt filled the room and Laura's ears. Her fingernails raked down his back.
"Oh! I'm going to . . . come! Come, come in me . . . come, come, come!" she cried.
He lunged hard. His cock banged against her cunt walls.
"Here it comes, baby!" he groaned.
The convulsive fireworks exploded from her quaking belly and rocketed through her body. She shuddered as she felt the hot jets of his come spewed deep inside of her again and again, his cock jerking with each spurt.
He let his body fall down on her gently, kissing her as the throes of orgasm slowly faded. She held him close as a deep, warm feeling replaced the body racking convulsions.
Suddenly, Laura found herself lying on top of him. She became aware that the long prick inside of her was still half-hard after fucking her so well. She smiled and ran her fingertips across his broad, hairy chest.
"Again?"
He gripped her small, round ass, grinding her hips against his. "Again. Now you know why my CB handle is Snake."
Laura giggled, then felt the pressure of the base of his throbbing cock against her still sensitive clit. She humped her pelvis at him.
"It feels sooo good," she sighed.
She felt a finger slide down between the cheeks of her ass, spearing through the come that had leaked around his cock and pressing against her asshole. It popped inside of her rectum.
Laura gasped and jerked spasmodically against his deeply imbedded prick. She felt it growing longer and harder. She got her knees up under her, put her hands on his chest and began raising and lowering herself on his long, wet shaft. It went even deeper than before, almost hurting her. Every time it hit bottom, her clit banged against his pelvis. Now his cock was a massive, stiff pole that she was riding, up and down, rotating her ass on the down swing, twirling her wet, gaping cunt down over it, slowly lifting up, her cunt muscles rippling and squeezing the man meat as it withdrew. His big hands were pulling and stroking her hard-nippled tits.
"That's it, baby, move that sweet ass! Fuck it!" he groaned.
Thundering vibrations from her pussy told her that she couldn't keep the motions up much longer. She leaned down, tits mashing against his chest, and planted wet, sucking kisses on his tightly corded neck.
"Fuck me, Bob! Pound my pussy with your big cock!" she moaned.
Both of his hands gripped her ass as his hips drove up at her, banging against her splayed open cunt with tremendous force, each stroke sending shudders through her small body. He bounced off the mattress in long, hard, deep-driving strokes.
"Oh, Goddamn . . . it's killing me!" she groaned. "I love it! A fucking monster . . . filling my pussy . . . fuck it!"
Her ass was being held high and he was moving in shorter and even faster strokes.
"Here comes another . . . hot load, sweet cunt!" he grunted.
Laura thought her back was going to break from the beating her ass was taking from his pounding hips. Whomp-whomp-whomp, almost without pause! Then she felt the hot, gushing come flooding her cunt. The jerking prick deep inside of her spurted again and again. Rockets went off in her belly and blew through the V ^ of her skull. The walls of her stuffed cunt convulsed against his throbbing cock, sending the glorious waves of orgasm flickering through her body.
She lay on his chest like a rag doll, shuddering and shaking as the waves slowly subsided. Low, soft animal sounds escaped from her throat. She almost purred with satisfaction. Then she was beside Bob on the bed. He was gently stroking her soft, white body while he nuzzled her ear, kissing her again and again. Laura was lost in a rosy glow that she felt in every inch of her body.
Now she did indeed know what she had been missing all those years with Jim. All the hours spent in torment and frustration because of his low sex drive and ignorance! Maybe she had been partly to blame because of her own shyness and passiveness. She was determined to change that. Inhibitions had cost her a lot in the past, and they weren't going to in the future.
Later, Laura turned the eggs in the pan.
"Bob, that was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I feel more alive than 1 have in years."
"That's the way it should be, Laura. Nothing but good vibrations," he said from the table behind her.
She placed his plate in front of him.
"There's a whole world of sensual pleasure out there, just waiting for anyone who has an open mind and is willing to try new experiences," he said.
"It sounds tempting, but I wouldn't know how to go about anything like that."
"I was going to wait till later to tell you this, but what the hell. I'm what you might call a quiet swinger. I know people all over the country who enjoy each other, and do it well."
He leaned across the table. "I'm leaving in a couple of days on a run to Chicago, then out to the coast and back. Why don't you come with me, Laura?"
"What about my job?"
"Don't worry about that. Think of all there is for you to see and experience! I can show it all to you."
"I don't know, Bob," she sighed. "That's a pretty big step. I'm going to have to think about it."
"Okay, that's fair enough. I'll stop on my way north, and you can give me your answer then. Now dig in, the food is getting cold."