Chapter 6
Jackie drove around until she found just the spot she was looking for. It was an overlook on the city. From this eagle's eye vantage point, she could see the highway stretching like a gray ribbon toward both sides of town. And from here, she could be anywhere along that highway in less than twenty minutes.
This was the perfect place to set up shop. She was going hunting for truckers.
Rubbing her crotch with fond memories of Big Dick, she wondered if all those men were as good-and big-as he was. It didn't seem possible. But there was only one way of finding out. She would have to sit and listen and wait.
And when a likely sounding trucker came by, she'd proposition him. The money didn't matter to her. But it was nice, nevertheless. It made her feel as if her fucking was truly expert, appreciated. She could satisfy them without that much effort. She knew. She had been around enough to know.
Turning on the CB radio, she leaned back, closed her eyes and listened. The static was pretty bad until she found the squelch control. A little dial twisting let her cut the background noise almost to nothing. And then the voices poured in, usually on top of each other.
There was a lot of traffic today, a lot of people on the air. That meant just that many more for her to pick and choose from.
She listened until the desire burning in her body wouldn't let her sit quiet any longer. She began to zero in on specific truckers. Cutting out the businessmen talking about building houses and getting "units" in off the street wasn't easy, but she did it. She had to. Her body was beginning to demand another good fucking.
A buzz, a crackle, then, "Black Jack's looking for some action, over. Been seeing lots of pretty seat covers and have gotten hornier'n hell. Any takers out there?"
"Hey there, Black Jack," she quickly answered. "This is Pussy Lips. What sort of action you looking for?"
"My XYL hasn't been puttin' out for me lately. That's the kind of action, Pussy Lips. And with a handle like yours, you have to ask?"
"Just checking, Black Jack. Let's get together. What's your 10-20?"
She was pleased at the way she'd figured out a lot of the slang. She wasn't certain but she thought XYL" meant his wife-his ex-young lady. But that didn't matter as much to her as the prospect of finding a horny stud out there wanting some of the action she was willing to give.
"Truckin' on in from the east. Eight miles high and flyin' low. You very big on green stamps?"
"Best deal in town," she assured him. No need to tell him she'd fuck him for nothing. If he wanted to pay her, fine. The idea of getting money for something so much still made her laugh. But she wouldn't demand money from him. That's what a hooker would do. She wasn't a whore, just an over-sexed teenaged chick on the make.
And she knew she'd just made another one when the radio crackled with, "Stopping off at the eat-um-up outside town. Just one County Mounty in sight. Other'n him, the place looks clean. Come on out!"
"On my way, Black Jack. How'll I know you?"
"Pussy Lips, don't you worry your pretty little head over that. You'll know Black Jack. Everybody knows Blackjack."
"10-4 on that. Over and out."
"You bet!"
She quickly drove to the truck stop outside of town. She saw the sheriff's car parked in the lot alongside a half dozen other cop cars. It looked like a convention. But she disregarded them. They didn't bother her. She was hunting for something bigger-and better.
She saw a semi off to one side of the parking lot. The black plumes of smoke coming from the exhaust made her think what Black Jack had said. Everybody knew him. Maybe that meant his rig was very smoky and billowed out those clouds of noxious fumes.
There was only one way of finding out. Jackie went over to check it out for herself.
She climbed up the outside of the rig and peered in. Another one with a coffin box in the back. She was in luck. The idea of screwing in the front seat of a cab didn't turn her on much.
Jackie almost fell off when the hands gripped her taut buttocks from behind. The hand powerfully squeezed down on her ass and boosted her up a little bit.
"You like what you see, honky?"
She turned and looked down on a black. He was ebony, glistening in sunlight filtering do through the high clouds. She started to protest hi hands so familiarly on her butt when it struck he what Black Jack had said.
Everyone knew him. '
This was Black Jack. She was sure of it.
"Are you Black Jack? The one who was wantin a little, uh, company, after a hard haul?"
"You're Pussy Lips?"
He looked up at the blonde chick hanging on the side of his rig. He grinned broadly, white teeth shining in his black face. A blonde bitch hot an ready to fuck. He could dig it. The road didn't have a lot of chance for him to knock off a piece of ass.
That made it hard for a stud like him real hard especially in the crotch.
"You bet your sweet black ass."
"In the cab."
He helped her along with another squeeze on h firm ass. She felt a tremor go through her as she thought she'd really gotten herself into a fix this time. A black man!
As the thought hit her, she realized he was jus like any other man. Or maybe better. All the girl talked about what it was like to get a licorice stick stuffed up their twat. None of them ever had, but they talked about it a lot. They all agreed black were the best studs around, bar none.
But none of them had ever screwed one.
Jackie smiled as she realized she'd be the first kid on her block to make it with a black dude.
And the thought appealed to her immensely. She sprawled on the seat waiting for Black Jack to get into the cab. When he did, he sat behind the wheel for a few seconds, his eyes devouring her. They didn't merely undress her, they completely stripped the flesh from her bones. They made her feel more naked than ever before.
And she loved it.
Her twat began to sluggishly ooze out its joy juice. To have his prick driving long and black and steely into her tender cunt was just what she needed.
"So get the clothes off, honky bitch. This black boy wants to see what he's getting."
She started to crawl into the back of the cab and undress. His huge hand clamped on her shoulder and stopped her.
"Where you going? Up here. In the front. I dig the idea of having some other stud come by and seeing me up here with a naked chick that looks as foxy as you."
"Okay," she quickly agreed. This was the same trip as she'd been on in the locker room. It was kicky thinking anyone passing by out on the highway might look over and see this blonde teenager sitting in the front of a semi, naked, her blonde pussy gleaming with cunt juice.
And a naked black fucking hell out of her.
She got hotter just thinking about it.
She hurriedly disposed of her clothes. Kicking free of her panties, she stretched her long legs in front of her, spreading them just a little bit. Her honey blonde bush gleamed like gold in the sunlight. And she could tell it had been a long time since Black Jack had gotten any. His cock was making such a huge mound in his jeans, she thought the seams would tear.
"I like, I like. What turns you on, honky?"
"You, Black Jack. You and the black fuck stick you have hidden here."
Her hands drifted over and caressed his belly, then worked down to his fly. A metallic hiss and his cock was in her hand. She starting stroking up and down the ebony black length. It wasn't as large as Big Dick's prong, but then she'd never seen one that size before. She doubted if she would again until Big Dick came back through-on the flip flop.
But Black Jack was well hung. She couldn't say anything bad about such a tasty looking prick. In fact, she couldn't resist stuffing it into her mouth.
Leaning over, her hair wildly flying all around, she put her mouth on the very end of his dick. He gasped when her lips touched his glans. She breathed hot and heavy on his cockshaft to make sure it was as sensitive to her as it could get.
From the way it kicked and bucked in her hand, it was.
She took the glans entirely into her mouth. The musky tang of maleness assailed her nostrils. She sucked harder on his cock. She felt the prick begin to throb with a new vitality. He was virile, there was no denying that. And he was getting hotter for her by the minute.
Finding it cramped in the cab, she worked her smoothly curved ass around to get a better shot at his cock. She found her legs pressing firmly against the gear shift levers.
"Ummmm, I love it!" she exclaimed. "But I can't get my mouth over to it! What'll I do?" She wiggled her ass in the air to let him know her problem was serious.
His large black hand went out and stroked over the cool, silky skin of her rear end. Her rump pressed firmly against the windshield. That wouldn't do. Not only might they really be interrupted, she wasn't able to get all of his prong into her mouth.
"You could always fuck yourself on the shift knob," he said, joking.
"Whatever you want!"
"Hey, I didn't mean . .. oh, Jesus God!"
He never finished his sentence. She'd managed to get her mouth firmly around his cock and was sucking hard enough to make her cheeks go hollow.
For a moment, she found herself very uncomfortable. Her ass no longer protruded up into the air, white and naked and exposed to the world. Now her legs were on either side of the gear shift-and the knob pressed firmly into her pussy lips.
She'd put her cunt over the gearshift to see what Black Jack would do, say. She found out. But now that she had the knob so close to her twat, she decided to go all the way. Lowering her hips just a little let the thick metal bulb enter her twat. It pressed fiercely against her cunt walls. It stretched her out of shape.
For a long moment, she thought she'd really hurt herself. But her young pussy took care of itself and her pleasure. It expanded just enough to grip the gear shift knob. It felt cold and big and hard in her cunt. But the long black cock in her mouth was warm and alive and quivering. It was as alive as the gear shift was dead.
That didn't mean she couldn't use the inanimate rod to her own advantage, however. She began working up and down the rod masturbating. She was fucking herself on the gear shift lever. The long steel rod entered and left her juicy quim with a lewd noise that filled the cab'.
And the black cock in her mouth seemed to jump for joy. She knew the man was getting off on watching her fuck herself. He could see her pussy lips spreading wide to take the rod all the way up her cunt. And he had to know how cold it was.
The shivery feeling deep up her cunt was for real this time. There wouldn't be any warmth from the self-fucking. She had to get her kicks from the mechanical action of the metal dildo sailing up and down in her twat-and the mouthful of prick she had.
Her teeth clenched lightly on the sides of the man's dork. She began sucking more and more of his cock into her mouth. As the teenager sucked, her hard white teeth left jagged marks behind. The man was thrashing around, but not going anywhere. Not as long as she controlled him by sucking so well on his dong.
Her tongue flashed out and looped gently around the rim of his cock. Pushing back the foreskin, she worked the loose folds of flesh all over the broad arrowhead of his dong. This was especially sensitive. She could tell by the way his, already stiff rod hardened even more under the oral treatment.
The teenager was getting off in a big way on' fucking herself on his gear and sucking cock.
She couldn't tell which she liked the best.
Then she knew. It had to be the black cock in her mouth. It was so warm and male and alive, there was no question about it any longer. It did nothing to ease the yearnings of her cunt but it fed other sexual desires.
His hips came alive. He began face fucking her with a force she wouldn't have believed possible. But she wasn't to be rushed in her cocksucking. This was serious business to her-and incredibly sexy business, too!
She loved every inch of his turgid length. Kissing the shaft, licking it, she worked down to the base of his balls. The tight little sac containing his balls was alive. It was filled with boiling, lead-heavy jizz. The lightest touch of her tongue made him quiver and gasp in reaction.
Letting her rough, wet tongue give feathery caresses all around his peter, she began nuzzling in the thick, wiry fur of his bush. He wasn't able to hold himself still any longer. His hips demanded some form of release.
"Damn me, bitch, you gotta mouth on you! And you're fuckin' yourself on my gear shift! You sex crazy or something?"
"Or something," she answered, momentarily taking her mouth from its erotic duty of kissing his prong. His huge cock was dancing around like a thing gone mad. And she loved it!
She was doing this to him. And she was getting some of the horrible, gnawing sex-hungry feelings in her body quieted. Sucking his cock was helping. Letting the gear shift do its job on her cunt was helping, too. She was literally screwing herself into his rig.
Not lingering to talk about it, she began licking up and down the length of his fleshy popsicle once more. His cock trembled constantly now. She knew he was getting ready to shoot out his white jism. And she wasn't ready for it yet.
Soon, but not yet. She wanted more of his tasty dong first. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was turning sex crazy.
If it was true, she loved it!
She kept up the tireless masturbating on the metal rod. She groaned as she wiggled her hips, twisting down around the bulky knob on the tip of the long shaft. This was getting shafted in the best way she knew how! If it couldn't be a cock going into her twat, this would do until the real thing came along.
Sucking in his cock once more, she sensed he was a bit calmer. He wasn't quite as likely to blow his wad. She let her tongue languidly roll out and around the rim of his glans. The black stick in her mouth pulsed once, wildly, then quieted.
Pressing back the loose flesh of his foreskin, she diddled with the delicate flesh she found underneath. He was moaning loudly now, his hands laced through her blonde hair. He was guiding her head up and down in the motion he liked best. His hips weren't in the right position to really face-fuck her.
She'd have to be satisfied with letting him guide her up and down in a delightfully sensual motion instead. She would have much preferred to have that jet black cock ramming hard and fast into her face. She could handle it now. She had learned all the tricks of sucking cock. She could give head with the best. And knowing how to take the length down her throat would give him an added thrill.
She sucked in another inch of his pecker. Then another and another. The foreskin popped back into place, then rubbed lasciviously against the roof of her mouth. As it did, the sensitive glans was again exposed-just before her head shot forward forcing all his cock into her mouth.
The pole plummeted down into her throat. She almost choked on the size of his dork. She hadn't realized it was as thick as it was. But still, she could handle it. Every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple gave an erotic tingle to his cockhead.
And since she was cradling the underside of his cock with her rough tongue, she could flex it and stimulate the black man even farther. She did all this and more.
And then she knew he was going to come. His cock began to swell up. It grew in size and the throbbing became a hard jerking against her cheeks. His cock was bouncing all over, held only by the prison of her soft lips.
When his cum exploded into her mouth, she was almost ready. The first spurt arced back and splattered on her tonsils. She was turning into a greedy bitch. She had to have the taste. On her tongue. On the tastebuds on her tongue.
The next spurt smashed into her tongue. She smeared it all around until she could savor him like a fine wine. The salty tang of his jism pushed her toward her own orgasm. As she drank down his cum, her hips began moving up and down faster and faster.
She let the knob slip in and out of her juicy cunt. Twisting from side to side drove it hard against her turgid pussy lips. The inner box of her cunt was totally alive now. Every nerve was firing a message of pleasure to her brain.
The wet plopping noise every time she jammed her hips down around the gear shift knob was the key to her orgasm. Listening to the sexy sounds of fucking herself was all it took.
She came.
The fireworks blotting out even the bright noonday sun soon died and the tides of passion in her body quieted. She slid off the gear shift and planted her curvy ass on the seat beside Black Jack.
His cock was totally flaccid now. She looked at the limp organ and smiled. For a blonde honky bitch cocksucker she hadn't done too badly at all. She'd given the black stud a cum. There wasn't any doubt he had gotten off in a big way.
And he told her so. "What was about the best head I ever got, blonde Pussy Lips. And you're about the best-looking chick I ever seen in these parts. Not too old, either."
"Old enough to pleasure a man. A real man. Like you."
He smiled, his white teeth showing in the black of his face once again. There wasn't any argument with that. He nodded and said, "I don't know how you're wired up, but I get hungry after a little tumble. Want some food over at the greasy spoon? Not the best in the world, but it won't poison you till sundown."
Jackie realized she hadn't eaten-food-all day long. And she was famished. The activity had worn her out. Temporarily, at least. A bite .of food would be just the thing to put her back in fucking form.
She knew what Black Jack's cock tasted like. She could feel her pussy lips silently begging for the chance to sample his cock, too. It was the least she could do to feed them.
"All right. Let's go see how badly they mangle up a hamburger."
"Right on. But aren't you forget tin' something?"
"Huh? Oh my God! My clothes!"
"Damn but you're a hot one," Black Jack mumbled as he climbed out of the cab as Jackie climbed into her clothes.