Chapter 12
"I read your copy, Flagpole. That's a big 10-4, you bet. I'll be over in a little while. 10-7."
"Mercy sakes, Pussy Lips, I can hardly wait. See you in ten very long minutes."
Jackie smiled as she keyed the engine to life. This was the fifth trucker this week she'd been able to snare. It was really neat being back in the swing of things. Dennis had left a couple weeks ago and, for a week, she'd felt like homemade shit.
She'd actually tried keeping her promise to him. Not going out, she found herself becoming more and more cock-starved. She was like a person dying of thirst. Anything would do.
She tried masturbating with anything that came to hand. Finally getting a dildo, she used that. Five, six, ten times a day. And it hardly sated her voracious sexual appetite.
But actually breaking the promise she made to her brother was unthinkable. Her word was her bond. She'd never broken a promise in her life and she wasn't going to start.
Desperation makes people think more clearly at times. She began going over exactly what she had promised Dennis. She'd promised him she wouldn't use his CB to go out hustling any more.
And she wasn't using his CB. She'd bought one of her own. She had plenty of money. Why not invest in her future? Her future happiness? And then things had gotten back to normal. The first couple days were slow. It picked up after that. She began to flow with the traffic once more, become a part of it.
She felt a few guilt pangs that she wasn't honoring the spirit of her promise. Then she decided to hell with it. She was honoring the exact word. She wasn't using his radio. It was hers. A brand new one. And if she didn't do this, she'd sure as death and taxes go out of her mind with unrequited desire.
Pulling up next to the eighteen-wheel semi, she quickly got out. She was more and more excited as she clambered up the outside and opened the cab door. Inside were two truckers. And both of them looked like they were horny enough to fuck anything that moved.
Just what she needed.
"Hi, I'm Pussy Lips."
"And I'm Flagpole. Know how I got my handle?"
"Yeah, I think so. Your handle, uh, other handle. Right?" She looked at his crotch and saw the tremendous bulge in his dirty denims. The man's flagpole would come tumbling out and go all the way up her cunt. She began to feel slippery in the crotch just thinking about it.
"Hey, baby, I like those tits," the other one said.
She looked at him and smiled. "I think I know just the thing for you boys," she said, beginning to skin out of her clothes. And she did. Being without sex for almost an entire week had been like starving to death. Instead of dreaming about food, she dreamed about exotic ways of fucking. And she had thought up one which should accommodate both of them.
"Here's the way it's gonna be, gang," and she explained what she had in mind.
One guy looked dubious but Flagpole smiled broadly, revealing a broken tooth. "Hell, I like the idea. As long as I get the pussy, anything's fine with me."
"Well, stud," she said to the other one. "Are you game for something a little different? You said you liked my tits. How much? Enough to want to fuck them?"
"Screw it!" he cried, starting to yank off his pants. "I'm horny enough to fuck your tits or mouth or ass or anything!"
She lay back and waited, legs spread. The long flagpole length of one man entered her twat. She sighed with pleasure. It was so good being plugged up like that. She wiggled her hips to let him know it was appreciated. And then sbe lifted her knees up enough to let him get really into the saddle and properly fuck her.
"G-go on," she said to the other man. "On my chest!"
He looked skeptical but quickly straddled her chest. His balls flopped against the snowy slopes of her tits. He reached down and took a double handful of titflesh. He felt the shivery flesh under his fingers and then began to get it on.
Leaning forward, he pressed her boobs together. He tried to rub one nipple against the other. Her tits weren't quite large enough for that. He had to be satisfied with just rubbing first one, then the other nipple against the opposite tit.
Then he forced the snowy mounds of boob together. The deep canyon between them became a small tunnel. And it was through that tunnel he was going to drill his cock. He felt his cock flip-flop in anticipation of stroking into that pillowy mountain.
He pressed forward. The purpled head of his dong began to dig through the soft tits. The girl moaned under him, smiled a little and then sighed in pleasure. This spurred him on. He began corkscrewing his cock into the artificial vagina he had created.
The softness surrounded his pecker. He loved the way her flesh was warm and pliant on his prong. He stroked back and forth until her tits were flushed. The snowy whiteness made him think they would be cold-they weren't. They threatened to bum his dong off.
Fucking faster, he drove into the passage between her breasts. His cock stiffened and he was soon lost in the wonderland of sex. He'd never done anything like this. And it was really turning him on. Actually fucking a chick's knockers was great!
The girl thought so, too. The friction of his dong going between her boobs warmed her chest, sent tiny tendrils of delight into her body. Her breath began coming faster as her excitement mounted. The feel of his hands on her knockers was nice. The way he shoved the pillowy masses together made her think he might rip them from her body.
And she loved every second of it.
But most of all, the feel of the other man's cock sailing up her twat filled her with burning desire. She tried to suck him all the way up her cunt. She was juicy now. Her need was great. And the nerves all over her snatch begged to be fucked.
She was being strung out to the highest possible sexual tension by the two men. Her every nerve trembled in anticipation.
Her mind began to wander as orgasm crept up on her. She thought of her brother and the times they'd fucked. It had been great. But he wasn't the best stud she'd ever found. At the time, she'd thought so. That was why she'd made the promise she did.
But there were others in the world even better. They couldn't give her the added thrill of incest but they were better lovers.
As long as she could wear out one stud after another, she'd have to keep up with her search for the perfect lay. And she hoped she never found it. She wanted a reason to keep on looking.