Heather Brown: Hitchhike wife

He swung round to face me, parting his legs so I could look right up the chute of his thighs at the skin-tight crotch of his faded blue jeans. There was no doubt about it, this guy had a hard-on. Immediately I started to wonder whether he'd had it already when he picked me up, or if I'd given it to him.

Far the first time it occurred to me that I was all but nude under my raincoat. Suddenly I became aware of my tits scraping through my filmy nightie against the slick vinyl of the raincoat. My nipples were erect!

"How come you're blushing?" he said, his first wards since he'd turned off the engine. "If you're married to a trucker, you must have been alone in a cab with a guy before."

I nodded my head, unable to lift my gaze from his pulsing crotch.

"Was he a trucker when you were going together before you got hitched?"

I nodded my head again, watching the bulge between his thighs throb.

"Then you must have even fucked a trucker in the cab of his truck."

"What did you say?" I blurted, the shock from his statement forced me to jerk my head up to look him in the eye.

"Ain't no trucker I ever knew that didn't like to get his rocks off in his own truck," he said, "especially when he loves the girl. And there's never been a girl I knew that didn't like it. There's something about getting it on in the cab of a big semi that turns everybody on, romance or not."

He was right, of course. The first time Phil and I had ever fucked was in the cab of his truck. I'd been nineteen then. What a fuck that had been, maybe the best one I'd ever had. When I'd sat on the steering wheel and then slid down on Phil's standing cock, it had gone into my pussy so far that I'd thought it was going to come out my throat. We hadn't fucked in his truck like that since we'd been married.

Ted laughed. "I can tell by the way your legs are twitching that you've done it for sure."

I looked down, and, sure enough, my thighs were rubbing together. Their action had sent the bottom of my raincoat rumpling over the top of them, my bare legs hanging over the edge of the seat. For the first time I became aware that my pussy was sopping wet.

"Why don't you take your coat off?" he said. "You look hot."

"But it's raining," I protested weakly.

"Not in here."

He leaned forward, extending his fingers towards me as though he were going to take my raincoat off for me. His fingers moved to my chest, brushing roughly against me, feeling my nipples through the thin vinyl.

I looked down between his legs. The bulge in his jeans was throbbing so violently now that it looked like the seams might split. If he was turned on this much from just the idea of getting my raincoat off, imagine what would happen when he found out I was only wearing a see-through nightie underneath! I could imagine his prick bursting from his crotch at the sight of my naked body. There was no doubt about it. If he saw me nude, I wouldn't be able to hold him back. I mumbled… but in fear or anticipation?

"Here, let me do that," I said in a voice that seemed detached from the rest of me. My fingers pushed his out of the way as I started fiddling with the top button.

One button was undone in an instant. And then a second one. Another one and my loose tits would fall free, plunging into view and revealing my secret. He'd see that my nipples were hard and erect, aroused to the size and color of plums. I shuddered at the thought of what would happen once he saw my bare breasts. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably, depositing a load of goo all over the seat.

As though they were guided by an outside farce, my fingers dropped to the crucial third button. It was undone. There was, no way I could keep my unrestrained tits from sliding out, poking through the transparent fabric of my nightie. Now he knew that I had nothing on underneath. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable to happen, not knowing whether I feared or was welcoming it.

His eyes bugged out at the sight of my tits and his mouth was shaped in an oval of surprise. His rough hands cupped them, holding them up for inspection like a housewife buying melons. My tits throbbed in his grip, pulsing excitedly against the feel of a strange man's hands.

He lifted my tits to his face and then threw his mouth on them, panting like a bull. I didn't know how to react until his tongue found my nipples. As his rough tongue swirled around the miniature spike protruding from the tip of my left jug, I suddenly convulsed from the maddening sensation, wiggling my ass from the excitement I couldn't control. Beneath me I could feel my buns squishing in the pussy-juice I had been oozing, my side of the seat a sopping mess.

While he continued sucking my tits, I made up my mind what to do. Or more accurately, I should say that my mind was made up for me. Suddenly, I was hopelessly dominated by the chafing tongue on my tits and the fire in my cunt. My over-two-year-old memories of getting fucked in a truck were still ingrained deeply enough within me to make my movements instinctive. Writhing under the slurping at my tits, I could imagine myself on top of the steering wheel, sliding down on the greased pole of a waiting prick. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until Ted's cock was buried to the hilt inside my cunt.

My hands grappled anxiously with the remaining buttons. Within seconds the raincoat was undone and I was sliding out of it. I wriggled free, making myself all but naked, while Ted's rough tongue gloriously lapped my tits through the insignificant gauze of my nightie.

I spread my coat in back of me, reclining on it from the force of Ted's tit-slurping. When his body draped insistently over mine, I slid my hand between our crotches, excitedly ripping at his fly. The zipper screeched open and I thrust my hand inside, thrilled that he wasn't wearing any shorts and I could feel his bare skin instantly.

It wasn't hard to find his cock. In fact, it was impossible not to, it was so huge and swollen. Within a few seconds I had guided it to the opening of his jeans. It literally sprang out, surging erectly against my bare stomach.

When I felt his hard cock against my belly, I became delirious. All those days of being alone welled up inside me until I was trembling with unbelievable passion that begged far release. I knew the only answer to my unbearable frustration was sliding around on top of me – ten inches of hot, throbbing dick.

I clenched my fingers around his massive tool, marveling at its size. As I rubbed the foreskin back and forth over the knotty head, it felt like it would explode in my hands. I pushed it down my stomach, guiding it towards my starving pussy.

"Fuck me," I moaned shamelessly. "I can feel how big your cock is, and I want it inside me. Fill my pussy with your great big prick. Please, I can't wait."

His face found mine and our mouths sealed with a hot soul kiss. Down below, I spread my thighs to the maximum possible in the truck cab, throwing one leg over onto the dashboard, and hooking the other one over the back of the seat. Guiding his prick with my hands to an open target too juicy to miss, I brought his cock-head to my pussy-lips, brushing his meat sensually against mine.

When the head of his cock had penetrated the gaping slit of my cunt… my hands left his tool and clasped around his waist. With a lurch I pulled him towards me, feeling his prick surge up my gaping pussy to the hilt with one slurping thrust. The feel of his knotted, hairy balls against the bottom of my cunt drove me wild as he started grinding away in earnest the instant his cock was inside me.

The small cab was like an echo chamber. The squishing sound of his prick going in and out of my cunt filled the enclosure, resonating like the sound of an animal chewing flesh in his lair. Ted's cock was fantastically long, seeming to entirely pierce through my body and nail me to the seat.