Flicking the rim of his peter for several seconds like a butterfly, I made him start to boil. I lowered my aim and began to trace tiny circles on the ultra-sensitive flesh under the rim. The driver moaned and squeezed my head.
His hands went back to my tender tits and I worked on his entire cock. I drew crosses. I whipped his rod with the tip of my licker. I licked it like a dog. I gave it a lingering massage. I made it shiver and tremble. I made it blush and bow backwards with need.
Reaching up with my fingers, I began to roll and rub his balls. I started on the base of his dick with my teeth. I held it sideways in my mouth and gnawed lightly. I gnashed my teeth and ground them from side to side.
Tilting his meat so it pointed towards the roof of the truck cab, I hooked my lower, front teeth under the rim of his blushing tool. I tightened my upper teeth just above the rim on top and began to nibble my way to his piss- slot. I gnawed back and
forth for several minutes, working him into a frenzy of desire.
My lips wrapped around his hot dick-head and I swirled my tongue around and around. Slowly, I sucked in and pushed more and more along my still swollen tongue. I felt his knob rubbing my palate and cheeks. I felt its rugged, knotted veins sliding past my teeth.
His cock started drooling. His fuck-oil mixed with my saliva. I ignored his fingers on my boobs. I ignored the pressure and discomfort of the rubber underwear. My whole life was at stake. I kept my head sliding lower and lower. His cock pushed against the back of my mouth. It angled off and slowly filled my throat.
I started back up. I blew out, letting my cheeks puff like balloons as I rose. I wiggled the tip of my trapped tongue so it tickled the bottom of the satin-smooth fuck-stick. The driver moaned in utter joy.
My hands never left his balls. I massaged and rolled them. I tugged and pinched the fleshy sac. I drew my fingertips around them. I began to bob my head up and down on his hard-on faster and faster.
The man's legs were trembling. His ass was so tight it would have crushed my finger if I'd been foolish enough to try to work it against his asshole. The muscles in his big, hairy legs rippled and turned to steel.
My mouth made funny sucking and slurping
noises. I could hear his strained breathing and feel the blood pounding hotly through his veins. He was so hot that even his belly was blushing. I couldn't read his face or eyes. They didn't give me a hint of his willingness to let me go.
I wrapped my free hand as far around his ass as I could get it. His skin turned bumpy as I stroked it lightly. The man twitched and writhed under my skillful mouth.
'Ummm,' he sighed. 'My cock's on fire, baby!'
I wiggled my head and felt him tremble. He didn't have to tell me his tool was on fire. I could feel it. It was so hot that it almost blistered my tongue. The fumes of his strong need gripped my nostrils and filled the cab.
Should I stop before he came and bargain for my release? It seemed like the logical thing to do. But if I did that, he'd get mad and probably beat me into submission. If I waited, would he give a shit about me? Either way was risky.
I decided not to hold out on him. My head bobbed faster and faster. I thrilled up and down his scalding dick like a pumping pelvis. I battered his crotch hair with my nose. I wet his balls with my spit. I rubbed and tickled him. I heated him wetly.
There was no holding back now. I forgot all about it as he neared the peak of his pleasure. He was panting like a mad dog. He squeezed my head like he was afraid I'd disappear. I could feel his balls vibrating. I could feel the muscles of his cock trembling as the volcano got ready to erupt deep
inside him.
It was thrilling to feel the waves of rippling pleasure carouse the length of his hot pecker. It was even more thrilling to feel the knotted veins grow bigger. The whole tool spread and expanded.
The crimson knob began to beat like a heart just before he unleashed his load. He began to sob and growl. His dick bucked like a wild horse. It rammed into my throat. It leaped back. It whipped around the inside of my mouth like a loose firehose under pressure. It sprayed everything within reach. Streamers of cum dripped from my teeth. Rivers of his jism ran into my throat. Pools of the slime collected around my tongue. Froth formed at my lips. The goo coated my palate and painted my cheeks.
It took a long time for the last of his glorious fuck-spasms to die away. He fell back on the seat sweating. His chest heaved for several minutes as he tried to bring his breathing back to normal.
I decided to work on one thing at a time. If I could convince him bit by bit, I would be much more likely to succeed.
'You've never fucked me,' I whispered, running my fingers lightly over his limp prick.
'Ummm, you want me to cork your twat?' he smiled.
'I'd love to have you fill my pussy,' I smiled back.
We caressed each other for some minutes without saying more. I tested and teased his dead
cock until it showed signs of life. I pinched its soggy crown and stretched it until it stiffened. Then I sprang it on him.
'You can't play with my tits or pussy when I'm dressed like this. Please let me out of them-they hurt.'
The man was silent for a long time. I could see the conflict in his face. He wanted to help me. He didn't like to hurt me. On the other hand he was afraid. Finally, the thought of sticking his cock into my warm hole won out.
The relief flooded through me as the garments fell away. It was like nothing else in this world. I could breathe and move again. My muscles didn't hurt as bad and the tinting stopped.
The driver reached for me. I sank down beside him on the bunk. I smelled strongly of rubber and too much sweat. He didn't seem to mind. His hands cupped my tender boobs and began to knead them.
He was very skillful. It thrilled me to find my own body responding to his advances. After what I'd been through, I had been afraid that I'd never enjoy sex again. He was showing me how wrong I was. I was so grateful that I really put my heart into it.
Our lips locked together. Our tongues darted out. They dueled and sparred. They explored and danced. We tongue-fucked each other's mouths for several minutes. We let our hands lightly explore each other's bodies.
My big boobs melted and flattened between our tightly pressed bodies. He was hairy and it made my sensitive flesh tingle with anticipation. I felt his stiff cock pressing between my legs. I felt my remaining pubic hair rubbing his. His fingers brushed the crack of my ass. His arms hugged me and made me feel secure.
I still ached and cringed occasionally as we made out. My body was far from being healed. He was careful and I was so preoccupied with bettering my position with him that I didn't really notice the moments of pain that much.
He rolled me onto my back and broke our embrace. I reluctantly let him raise up. He scooted down a little and kissed my tits. His tongue drew circles around my nipples and made them stiff. His fingers lightly rubbed my outer labes.
He tickled my split with his fingertips and made it glow. His lips left my tits and made a trail of sparks and bumpy flesh as he worked his way to my belly button. He cleaned my navel out. I felt the delicious sensation and squirmed. His tongue went even lower. I wiggled hotly under him.
His fingers playfully pinched the delicate flesh on the very bottom of my ass. He traced the crest of my tender, pink petals and hood that hid my clit. I purred and squirmed happily.
His tongue sifted through the curly hair above my split. It drifted down between my legs where the other hair had once been. He cleaned the pussy-pads and sent shivers of warmth melting into
me. The desire started fires deep in my belly and made my cunt moist.
He had twisted around. I was able to get a hand on his burgeoning prick as he worked on me. I moved my hand back and forth, gently jacking him off. His lips sealed around my cunt. His teeth gripped the sides of my cunt-mound and nibbled lightly. I went crazy with need.
The man's middle finger plugged my cunt-hole. He rubbed the spot where my cunt-lips hooked inside. He massaged the winking meat an inch or two farther in. The nectar began to flow. It wet his invading finger and made it slick. My hips began to buck up and down. They were out of control. It was wonderful to feel this way again.
I gently applied pressure on his cock and drew him within range of my lips. I got his hot tool in my mouth
