enough to hear everything.
'You Sam Philbert, ain't ya?'
'Why… uh, yes.'
'Okay, you sonofabitch, I got something to tell.'
The passing roar of a bus drowned out the words, but Marcia could see Uncle Nat motioning back toward the pick-up, could see the big muscles snaking under his tight cowboy shirt.
Sam glanced her way as if he'd never seen her before in his life. The black doorman was smiling now. His eyes met Marcia's and the smile broadened.
Even at that distance she thought she saw him wink.
Sam was still talk, gesturing. Sam Philbert's face was white. He put his expensive leather gloves in his pocket and looked like he wanted to run. Nat finished what he was saying and hitched his cock in his tight jeans. Sam nodded bleakly and dropped his eyes.
Uncle Nat came back toward the truck smiling. Marcia thought he looked fantastic for a man close to forty. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body.
She smiled. She knew there wasn't any fat on him. She'd been over every square inch.
'Well?' she smiled, clapping her hands together as he slipped behind the wheel and started the engine.
'Mr. Philbert won't be giving you any more trouble, honey. After that shit his old man pulled with the union, he sure don't want a bunch of truckers leaning on his ass.' Nat yanked the truck out into traffic. Marcia smiled back at the black doorman and he gave her a little salute before the pick-up leaned around the corner and away.
'Where to now?' she chirped. She felt better than she'd felt in months. She felt free and clean and good inside. She hugged Nat's muscled arm.
'I better get you home. Told Ralph we were just going to be gone for a little bit.'
'Ohhhh, Nat! I don't want to go home.'
'Now listen, sugar, if you think we can keep this little thing of ours going without ending up in one hell of a big mess…'
'Nat, ohhh, Nat… I'm in love with you.' She pushed a hand inside his shirt, pulled her fingers across his hard belly. 'And you love me too. You said so.'
'I'm crazy about you. But…' Marcia had his jeans unbuttoned already. And his cock jumped to meet her fingers as she jerked it free of his skivvies.
Nat's face was bright red. 'Hey… damn you, Marcia.'
The bleating noise of city traffic came in the windows as she dropped her head into her uncle's lap. In broad daylight his cock looked even bigger than she'd remembered. But her wet lips fit smoothly around the tip just as if they'd been born to it. As she dropped her head lower, the foreskin was forced back to expose the taut glans to her teeth and tongue.
Nat made a growling sound in his throat and ground the gears. He let the clutch out too fast and the truck bucked, almost killing the engine.
'Not here, damn it… Marcia, damn!'
She tried to forget that other time she'd done anything like this. That time with Sam. Maybe when it was all said and done, Sam had done her a favor. Maybe something good had come out of the bad. She wouldn't have gotten so wonderfully mixed up with Uncle Nat again if it hadn't been for Sam Philbert. And though he'd been crude and awful to her, he had blasted through some of her fears.
She wasn't afraid to do what she was doing now. Nat's huge prick felt so right in her mouth. She wondered what his cum would taste like. She yearned for it, pulled her tongue teasingly along the underside of his cockshaft as her fingers lifted his heavy balls, rolling them in their sac.
'If I don't wreck this here truck, it'll be a miracle.' Nat's fingers petted her head.
She felt the truck turn and descend a ramp and it got darker in the cab. Nat stopped long enough to take a parking ticket from an automatic machine then wound through the underground basement and stopped in a space near a dark corner. She saw where they were, smiled at him with glossy lips and dropped her mouth again to the lovely, steamy-skinned prick that jutted from his fly. His cock would hardly fit in her mouth, but that was just because she wasn't practiced. She wanted to become practiced, very practiced. She bobbed her head as far down as she could, fighting back the urge to gag as the pulsing crown tickled her throat.
'Ahhhh, baby…' Nat tickled her neck with his thumb. 'It's too early in the day for a man to take that kind of torture.'
He pulled her up and kissed her spit-soaked mouth. Then he opened the door of the truck and pulled her out. It happened so fast, Nat was so sure and strong when he wanted to do something… Marcia panted against his shoulder as he pushed her ass back against the fender of the pick-up and forced her dress up.
'Uhhhh… Nat… Ohhhh! God in heaven I love you! You're the best! You're the best ever…'
As Nat's big cock pushed up the inside of her thigh, he held the silk of her panties to one side. He entered forcefully, deeply. Her feet left the floor of the garage, her quivering ass flattened against the metal side of the truck.
'Oh honey… Ohhh yess!' Her dainty cuntlips moved apart slickly, coating his huge cock with cuntjuice. Nat fuck her against the truck. One sandal slipped from her foot and clattered to the concrete.
She got her hands inside his jeans and held his ass hard, feeling him fuck her. There didn't seem to be anybody at all around.
'Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Nat, will you take me with you next time you take the rig out?' His cock was almost all the way in her cunt now and she wiggled her hips to skewer herself completely. Nat had gotten her blouse open and was wetting her dark, long nipples. His eyes loved her tits, adored them unashamedly.
'Yeah.' He hugged her close. She moved her belly to his. She still couldn't touch the floor with her toes and the steady grinding pressure was having an exhilarating effect on her clit. She bore down on the loving movements, concentrated on that tiny bead of pleasure until her cunt was thrilling to the jolts of ecstasy.
'Oh Nat… it's soooo good! I'm coming, coming, coming! And your cock is tearing me apart and I love it! I want to die with that beautiful thing inside me!'
Her bare foot banged against the door of the pick-up. Nat held her up with his prick, fucking her hard so that her ass rubbed up and down the metal surface. This time he held his emotions in check. She only knew what had happened when she felt a hot trickle of cum slip down the inside of her leg and drip from her pointed toes.
'Nat darling… I didn't know you were coming.'
'I wanted to make sure you got yours first. I was afraid I couldn't hold on.' He kissed her mouth, still working his cock in the depths of her pussy. The last of his seed foamed into the mouth of her womb… Marcia shivered, pressed her big tits against his chest so that the nipples would grind into him hard. Nat smiled at her. The noise of cars came to them in waves. 'Let's get in this damned truck before the vice squad finds us.'
Inside the cab, Marcia wiped the mess from between her thighs with her wadded panties and then leaned over to work on Nat.
'Leave it. I like the way it smells when I take a piss.' She folded the thick cock gently into his pants and buttoned them up. He was watching her, eyes soft. 'You want to try Denver with me? Would you take that much of a chance?'
Marcia was trembling with excitement. 'God yes! I'd go with you in a second!'
Nat caught her hand, took the soppy, cummy panties from her fingers and held them to his nose like they were ambrosia.
'Might take some doing. I gotta dump that bitch of a wife of mine.' He gave her back the panties and got the truck going and into gear. He paid the parking ticket and the truck bobbed up into the sunlit street.
'You know,' Nat said, 'Gloria never would put her mouth on my prick like you just did. She thought I was some kind of freak because I was so big. At least that's how she got out of giving me head.'
Marcia pushed her lustrous hair from her eyes and took a deep breath. 'Uncle Nat?'
'Yeah, sugar?'
'If you'd pull into the first motel you see, I'd sure like to let you come in my mouth.' She shut her eyes, shivering from the thrill of her own words. The truck tires squealed rubber as Nat busted a sharp left into the lot of a big Best Western.
The two of them were still giggling and tickling each other when Nat walked her up the stairs, the key rattling in his hand.
