Chapter 5
Jackie went around the school for the next two weeks looking for a man-a- real man who could tire her out. She found her sex drive was so much greater than any of the ... kids ... in the school, it was almost pathetic.
She couldn't believe all these so-called studs were one-timers. Every now and then, she found one who could screw a couple times. But he usually fell asleep right after they'd finished making love. She was certain the grounds of Walter Williams Memorial High School contained one certified, Grade A cocksman like her brother.
But she didn't find him.
All the . . . kids . . . were merely adequate. There wasn't the flair, the vitality, the stamina she required in a man. She sighed as she thought she might have started out with the best.
Where was she to go if her brother had been the best there was? Jackie realized Dennis wouldn't be around too much longer. And after that first night when she had been mostly stoned and confused, they really hadn't gotten it on any more.
Sure, she'd sucked him off a couple times. And he'd shown her what it meant to really have her pussy eaten out, but they hadn't really screwed. He seemed uptight over it.
Jackie knew there had to be a solution to her problem. She just couldn't think of what it might be.
As she was walking home, she passed near the freeway. Sometimes she would stand on the overpass and watch the cars and trucks go racing by under her. The trucks, of course, paid no attention at all to the speed limits. The truckers did what they wanted. She thought about all the modern day folklore about truckers. Independent men. Strong men, men of iron in an age of plastic.
Seeing an eighteen wheeler rumble by on its way-where?-she had the brief fantasy of being a trucker. Being in the cab pushing hard for the coast. For some really neat place. Anywhere she could find a guy who was halfway good as a lover.
Another truck raced by, causing the air to sizzle with the speed of its passage. She watched as it vanished down the highway.
Truckers.
The beginnings of an idea started gnawing at the comers of her Drain. She wondered if they were as big studs as they were supposed to be. And if they were, how could she find out?
They had to be a hell of a lot better at screwing than the boys in her school. They were all eager, frisky as colts and about as well coordinated. What she wanted was a prize stallion-with the balls to match.
A trucker.
The idea began to grow in her mind. If she could find a couple of them, she could see just how good they were. There was no way they could be worse than some of the kids she had tried out.
She went home and immediately sought out her brother. Dennis knew about all sorts of things. He could put her in touch with the right people. Or tell her how to find them.
"Hey, Dennis, hi! Got a question to ask you."
"Sure, Sis. What you need? I mean, beside the normal horny girl's answer to horniness?"
"I was wondering about the truckers. You know, out on the highway. What's it like in one of those rigs? The big ones? What are the men like who drive 'em?"
Dennis shrugged. "Beats me. I never really hung around with any truckers. About as close as I ever came was fooling around with a CB radio."
"CB radio? What's that got to do with anything?"
"Most all the truckers have CBs. Keeps them awake on the long runs. And it also lets them talk to each other about where the cops are, bad road, stuff like that."
"But they talk to each other?" She thought she knew how to get in touch with the truckers now. If what Dennis was saying was true, this could be the jackpot.
"Sure. You interested in listening to some of it? I still have the CB hooked up in my car. Let's go take a listen for a while. And I'll show you how to use the radio."
His car had seen better days. A '65 Chevy, it was still in good running condition even it was rusted along the frame and more than a little battered. Even though she'd seen it a million times, the antenna poking out of the trunk lid had never meant anything to her.
In the car, Dennis flipped on a switch and began twisting a knob. She started paying attention in time to hear, "... and this is the channel selector. You can go up and down the frequencies-they're all set for you with a crystal inside the radio-and find one you like."
"And the mike? You just press the button and talk?"
"Right. Hey, here's a good one."
The air crackled with static and the voice of a trucker talking to another too far away to be picked up. Jackie listened in fascination for a while, then shook her head.
"I don't understand a lot of what he was saying. Is this some kind of foreign language or something?"
"Most of them have handles. Nicknames they use on the air. And all the rest is fairly logical. Just a bit far-fetched for you if you don't know. Like a bear is a cop. Ever see the silly Smokey the Bear hats the state troopers wear?"
"Yeah. A bear," she mused. "It sort of makes sense, Mind if I fool around with this gadget for a while? It sort of intrigues me."
He gave her a funny look, then shrugged. "Okay by me. Just remember to turn off the ignition before you split. Don't want the battery run down on me."
"No problem, brother dear."
She was already busy absorbing the words of the truckers like a sponge soaks up water. It was obvious this was the answer she had been looking so hard for. It was a ready made introduction to-who knows?
Jackie waited until Dennis left. Then she began twisting the selector dial until she found a likely sounding channel. Deep bass voices boomed forth interspersed with static. x
Summoning up her courage, she pressed the button on the microphone and broadcast, "Hello out there. This is ..." She paused. A handle, her brother had said. A nickname to use on the air. It'd have to be something that would attract attention-the right kind of attention. She continued, "This is Pussy Lips. Any of you big truckers out there?"
Some static and then the reply, "Hey, Pussy Lips. This is Big Dick. What's your 10-20?"
10-20? There was obviously a lot Dennis hadn't bothered to tell her. She faked it, "Where are you?"
"I asked first, Pussy Lips. Old Big Dick's been on the boulevard for too long. Need a rest. Rest and recreation, copy?"
"Sure do, Big Dick," she answered. Her inside quaked with the thought of what this man might be like. From the sound of his voice, she knew he had to be a bear of a man. A big man, she hastily amended. A bear was a cop. This CB lingo would take some getting used to.
"So how about making a pickup? Is that a 10-4?"
"Sounds like a winner to me. Where?"
"I'm ten miles outside town and moving fast. Ill be on the side next to the 'You're entering' sign. Copy?"
"How will I know you, Big Dick?"
"You just answered your own question, Pussy
Lips. My big dick. That ain't my handle for nothing."
"What's your rig like, Big Dick?"
"Got a banner saying 'Hawser Trucking' on the side. Big red and green letters. The bastard's a real showoff. Ill have some green stamps waiting, Pussy Lips. Better be good. Till then, threes and eights."
"Threes and eights to you, Big Dick," Jackie answered, not knowing what she was saying. She sighed as she turned the CB off. This was getting pretty heavy. Should she really go out and screw some horny trucker?
The answer from her body was eloquent. The dull ache in her cunt turned into a raging need. She had to have some cock. She just wasn't getting enough from the boys around school. And she'd started this little joy ride to see if she couldn't get a better supply of the one commodity that wasn't available to her in big enough quantity: cock.
She drove down the street and onto the freeway, and was soon at the city limits. A group of trucks were pulled off at the side of the road, but only one was labeled like Big Dick had told her.
Inwardly shaking, she parked the car and went over to the truck. The rig seemed abandoned. She wondered what happened to the driver when she saw a curly head poking up from the rear of the cab. Climbing up on the side, she peered in. The entire back of the cab was a small bunk.
She smiled, thinking how convenient this was going to be. She'd figured maybe a blow job at the best. Fucking in a car wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She'd done it several times at the drive-in and it was always more a joke than a turn-on. Knees and legs and arms and cocks and cunts were never in the proper positions.
But this! This was ideal. It wasn't a big bunk, true. But how much room did she really need? Just enough to lean back and get her legs spread. That would be all!
She rapped lightly on the door and a bull-throated roar came from inside the cab, "Dammit, climb in!"
She did.
And saw Big Dick. If his prick lived up to the rest of his body, it was an appropriate nickname. He was massive. His shoulders would have looked good on a pro football player. His wrists were thick, this hands strong. And yet there was a curiously soft look about his eyes. They were a watery blue, slightly bloodshot, but gentle.
"So you're Pussy Lips, huh? Climb on in so I can climb on! I gotta get this rig movin' again in a half hour. Don't want to be late. Time contract on the delivery."
"You sure talk a lot," Jackie said, pulling off her jacket. Her tits impudently pressed against the soft fabric of her blouse. It was instantly obvious to the man she wasn't wearing a bra. The tiny buttons poking against the cloth couldn't be anything but nipples-nipples slowly growing as she undressed.
"Hell with talk. I wanna screw."
He pulled off his pants in a movement so smooth that the girl knew he'd done it many times in the cramped space. She was struggling with her blouse. Somehow her elbows kept banging against the walls.. And she couldn't figure out how she was ever going to get her jeans off.
"Hell, chick, let me help you. Obvious you ain't been in a coffin very much."
As he unbuttoned her blouse, she figured the best thing she could do was just let Big Dick do all the work. She sort of liked it that way. And his constant use of terms she didn't know convinced her that until her slang was better, she was better off staying quiet.
She sighed and pressed forward as he opened her blouse. The feel of his big hands all over her tender tits sent tremors through her body. She'd been right doing this. For a horrible moment or two, she'd had doubts. No longer.
He virtually lifted her off the hard bunk and slid her jeans from her hips. He was almost drooling with passion by the time he had her entirely naked. His heavy chest rose and fell much faster now. Obviously aroused, his hands even shook a little.
She liked that. This was going to be fun.
Reaching out, she unzipped his fly. A huge pillar of cock snapped out and into her hand. It was like opening a switchblade knife. The heavy male bludgeon was larger than any cock she'd ever seen in her life. She could barely wrap her fingers around the girth. And the length was easily nine inches.
Having this shoved up her twat would be sheer heaven!
"God, it's biiiiiig!" she exclaimed. "I never ..."
"... saw any prick this big," he finished for her. "That's what they all say. And just wait till you feel it in your pussy. It'll be even bigger then. I promise it!"
"Shut up and let's get on with it!"
Big Dick didn't complain. He promptly took her suggestion and carried her back to the bunk, his mass pressing her firmly down. , Spreading her legs, she let the man position himself between smooth thighs. She moaned softly as she felt the coarse denim jeans rubbing against her legs. Then she shrieked out in joy as the heavy prick battered against her pussy lips.
It was broad, fleshy and entirely erect by the time he began pushing into her. There was a liquid noise as his cock slowly entered her twat and started up her love channel. She shrieked again. His dong was even larger than she'd thought.
The teenager knew he was ripping her apart. His cock was too big to fit into her tight little cunt! She was just recently a virgin. She couldn't take a real man's cock! Not yet. Not so soon after her first sexual experience!
But she didn't have any choice. She couldn't escape. Her legs were lifted up on each side of the man's ponderous body. And he was spearing far up her quim. There wasn't anywhere she could go. She had to let him tear her apart with that monster cock of his!
Groaning, she took the entire prick. He didn't ram hard into her. He must have known how big he was, felt how small her twat was. Her cunt began to ache, then hurt as her pussy walls were stretched to the breaking point around his dork. Then she was able to relax a little. Like rubber, her cunt was taking care of itself. It was expanding. It was taking in the huge male invader.
"Big, ain't it? Real big!"
"Shiiiit," she moaned, "I never felt. .. oh, I... umm ... I never felt anything that big in me before!"
"You like it, huh? You're gonna love this!"
He twisted his hips a little and corkscrewed the final inch up her cunt. She gasped, her world spinning wildly around her. Her legs began to move back and forth. Feeling a little like a butterfly, she tried to press her legs flat on each side of her body.
And it was the man's turn to gasp. He'd already found she had an impossibly tight cunt. But now... now, she was collapsing the very walls around him. She was crushing him just as surely as if she'd put his pecker into a vise and started turning the handle. The jaws clamped down on his cock, but they were soft, velvety jaws. Jaws well-greased with her cunt juice. Jaws- that were tender and loving.
He managed to pull back out of that hot, steamy manhole.
"Damn, no wonder you thought I was extra-big. You're a fucking virgin!"
"No virgin, Big Dick. Just. .. tight!"
"Well, I'll take care of that! You'll have a floppy, loose cunt by the time I finish fucking you!"
His mighty body rocketed forward. She screamed in pain and pleasure as his peter slammed all the way into her belly. Her entire world was filled with the friction of his entry, the way he pulled her out of shape. And she loved it, needed it. She had to be fucked like this. It made her feel like a woman.
Without his mighty cock drilling hard into her pussy, she was nothing. She was a cavity waiting to be filled, an answer with a question. With that cock in her, she was everything. Nothing was beyond her. Every human sensation was hers for the asking.
And all because of the prick running back and forth in her twat. She needed it like a junkie needs dope. She was becoming a sex junkie. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do to get cock and lots of it.
She started responding, giving him as much as she was getting in return. Her legs moved back and forth so that her cunt would grip and work on his dork. The pliant flesh of her pussy completely surrounded his cock. She could feel the dancing dick buried in her loins. The huge blue vein on the top of his rod stood out in bold relief. And when she started using her stomach muscles, she was amazed at how full she was filled with his dick.
The man was huge!
And he was fucking her with a faster, and faster rhythm. There wasn't anything jerky about his movements. His hips worked like pistons. His cock scored far up her twat with every forward motion. And he was stimulating her to the breaking point.
She hadn't thought it was possible for her to get so hot so fast. But the man was doing it to her. The warmth spreading like melted butter through her body told of better things to come. And it wasn't long.
Soon, she was arching her back, legs wrapped around his waist. There seemed no other way she could take him as far up her cunt as she desired. She had to have more-had to be fucked harder.
The world began to slip away from her. All that was left was between her legs. His cock fucking her was all important. She concentrated on it, on the feelings it generated in her. Eyes closed, her head was tossing from side to side. Her hands gripped at the man's arms for support. Her legs convulsively squeezed his hips. Everything she could do to get him even farther up her twat, she did.
He came on strong. He was panting hard but didn't tire. His cock seemed to be the size of i telephone pole. He was using it like a magician uses a magic wand. And with the same results. He was conjuring from her the most intense fires of lust ir her belly she'd ever felt. There was no escaping his probing cock-as if she wanted to escape!
She wanted more!
Driving hard into her blonde snatch, the mar was soon covered with a thin sheen of sweat. He'd never felt a cunt this tight or hot before. He totally filled her to overflowing with his man-meat. He was big. He knew it. But he'd never found a chick who could squeeze down on him like this blonde biter was doing.
She used her stomach muscles to trap his cock whenever he made a deep excursion into her quim But she wasn't up to fucking with anyone this well hung. He was simply too big for her, too good wit! his cock.
She came.
Making small animals noises deep in her throat her hips bucking and hunching, she came. He held on and fucked harder. Just as she was slipping of: the edge of one cum, he sent her hurtling into the air with another. His dong was relentless. It pushed past her pussy lips and fucked far up into her twat
She came another time. And another.
And the final time robbed the man of hi: stamina. He was feeling the effects to the fullest His cock seemed to inflate like a balloon. He was growing bigger inside the compressed tunnel of he sex.
And then he erupted like a volcano. His lava-ho cum spewed forth into the girl's hungrily awaiting cunt. He felt her powerful muscles working all up and down his prick', milking him, sucking every last drop of jism from his balls.
When his cock finally fell limp between his legs, he was as drained as his balls..
"Damn, Pussy Lips, your cunt's about the best thing to come my way in a helluva long time. You wouldn't want to take a quick trip out west, would you? A chick like you could sure keep me from fallin' asleep at the wheel. I'd be sporting a hard-on all the way thinking about this."
He shoved a meaty finger up her cum-drenched blonde snatch. She wiggled her hips against his hand and purred like a contented kitten.
"I don't think so. But, how about another go at it? Surely, a big man like you, Big Dick, isn't a one-shot artist?"
"Hate to fuck and run, but I got to. But I'll catch you on the reverse. Just hang on channel 6 and I'll have my antenna out for your handle."
"And I'll have mine out for your handle."
She reached out and gripped his flaccid penis in her hand. Even limp, it was big, bigger than some of the high school studs she'd been fucking around with. This little venture had been just what she needed. And it had proven to her there were men in the world, men who could fuck her like she needed to be balled.
"Better let go of my pleasure stick, and here, take this."
He thrust a small roll of bills at her. Eyes widening in surprise, she asked, "What?"
"Your green stamps, Pussy Lips. You sure as hell deserve every dime of it, too. Us truckers get ripped off. Ain't often a foxy one like you comes our way. Here. I got a roll in a couple minutes."
Jackie started to get mad, then paused. He thought she was a hooker! He was actually offering her money! She should be mad, but in a way, she was pleased. He'd said she was better than the professionals working up and down the road.
Silently, she took his money, tucked it in the waistband of her panties which seemed to please the man, then finished wiggling into her clothes. The coffin box was a damned inconvenient place to dress and undress, but it was a lot better than fucking in the backseat of a car.
She climbed down the outside of the rig, then turned and waved to Big Dick.
"Catch you on the reverse, Big Guy!" she called.
"On the flip flop for sure, Pussy Lips. Bye!"
And he was off in a clatter of wheels and a grinding of gears.
Jackie could hardly believe this. He'd been hung like an elephant-and he'd given her money for doing something she would have done for free. It was going to be a good day. She could tell.