Jason Cannon - Trucker_s wife

"More.., more! All of it! Please!" Alice begged over and over again.

He felt the heat of lust rise from her body to join his own. Both their bodies were soaked with perspiration. Hearing her scream for more of him, more of his hard cock, made his strokes more savage. Her desire for more, ever more, made him remember all the women he had ever known. None could compare with her.

She rocked passionately beneath him. "Ohhhh," she chanted, leaning into him, trying to take more of him.

He levered his massive tool to the full length of her cuntal channel. It was warm and tight, as though he had been the first, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path.

He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen cockhead hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-bloated balls crashed against the firm cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, embedded beneath his driving meat.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Chris groaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely, feeling the warm flesh beneath him as she strained to meet his pounding jerks until her ass was inches off the sofa. He angled his hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She breathed and purred

incessantly, lifting her body to meet his attack, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she frantically tried to climb his solid pole, her head rocking from side to side in the abandoned fuck.

"Ohhhhh, Chris, Chris… you're so good, so good!" she whimpered in his ear, then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes… YESSSS!"

She gasped again and screwed herself tighter to his huge prick until it sank to her soft fleshy depths completely. Chris worked around and around inside her, feeling the muscular ridges of her cunt around his smooth, sliding cock, his tempo getting harder and faster. His shaft continued to surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to split down the seam. The intoxicating pressure in his balls was enough to make him scream. He knew he was going to come soon; he couldn't hold back much longer.

He increased his speed and stroke, shoving into her savagely as his balls whacked against her upturned thighs.

She held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves around his hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp harder. He spurred her on with powerful, deep strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself fully to his battering attack, and her splayed pussy bucked wildly

against his ramming prick.

"Oooohhh…ohhhh…ooohhh God! I'm… I'm going to… going to commmme!" With a sudden, deep-throated groan, Alice began to vibrate uncontrollably.

Then Chris released his own dammed-up passion. His cum churned through his balls, up through the tube of his expanded cock, and surged into her wildly clasping cunt. He shaved his tongue hard into her mouth and cupped the cheeks of her firm white ass closer around his pumping prick as he beat a wild tattoo against her with his emptying balls.

Alice wailed into his mouth, her thighs jerking spasmodically against his belly while he discharged his overwhelming load of sperm violently into her.

Finally, he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewling of release.

As sanity gradually returned to them both, Chris rolled his body halfway back over her and began sucking her tits.

"That's what I love," he sighed, "a whore in bed, and a lady everywhere else."

Alice stiffened.

But what if he found out she was a whore everywhere else, as well as in bed?

"Chris?"

"I think I love you.

"I think I love you, too."

Alice relaxed. He would just never find put,

that's all, she thought.

They were married soon after that first night together, and for two years Alice was able to get total satisfaction with only Chris. But, as his promotions increased, his job took him away from her more and more.

She began to hear the roar of the trucks again. Eventually, she could stand it no longer. Early

one Sunday morning, with Chris out of town, she wandered over to the terminal. By passing the restaurant, she went directly into the garage area, following the reverberations she heard there.

There was only one truck in the garage, and it was being worked on by a young apprentice mechanic that Alice had met briefly once before.

"Hi, Cliff."

"Huh? Oh, Hi, Mrs. Farrow."

"Getting in some extra hours?"

"Yeah. I just can't seem to leave these big rigs alone. Some day I'll be drivin' one of them!"

"You must be very talented for being so young. I mean if they let you work on these truck all alone like this."

"Well, I am nineteen, an' I guess I just got a natural thing for engines."

He revved the motor. It filled the big garage with sound. The engine s roar worked its magic at once on Alice's body. She could feel her juices begin to flow from her cuntal walls.

"Just listen to that baby purr!" the young man exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know," Alice said, moving close to him and easing the side of her breast against his arm.

"That sound is exciting, isn't it?"

"Nothing like it." The soft tit-flesh against his arm seemed to go unnoticed.

"Don't you do anything but work on engines, Cliff?"

"Well, I go to school."

"That probably leaves you no time for girls, right?"

His body stiffened. Suddenly lie became conscious of the warm hip against his own. He felt the soft, full, womanly breast against his arm.

He gulped. "Uh… no, I guess not."

"You should," Alice purred, her mouth close to his eat "A big, handsome young man like you should know about girls.., should be enjoying your youth with them."

It was in his eyes; in the way he stared at her huge tits in the tight sweater. He knew the meaning underlying her words.

"Have you had lunch, Cliff'?"

"Uh… no, not yet. Can't for another half-hour."

"Tell you what… why don't you come over to my place for lunch? I'd love to have someone to talk to- It gets so boring when my husband is out of town. 'Bout a half-hour? I'll expect you."

Without waiting for an answer, Alice turned and

walked away. She could hear the gasp from the young man as he watched her perfectly formed asscheeks undulate beneath the taut material of her skirt.

He would come. She was sure of it.

But as she entered the house and hurried upstairs to change, her mind began fogging over with guilt.

She removed the skirt and sweater and replaced them with a low-cut halter dress that showed off every delicious curve of her beautiful body.

Standing in front of a minor, combing her long golden hair, she thought of the consequences of what she was about to do. Would she be caught? If she were, what would Chris do?

She waved a hand in front of her face and refused to finish the idea when her skin turned to gooseflesh. Yes, she wanted his young body, wanted to feel his hotly throbbing young cock sliding in and out of that hungry hole up between her legs. It was sick, but she couldn't stop herself.

At that moment, she knew what she should do; leave her own house and protect the vulnerable young man from her desires and save herself from the wantonness that could destroy her happiness. If she drove off now before he arrived, her

seduction of the innocent youth would be impossible. Later it would be easier, on the phone, to tell him she'd changed her mind.

The voluptuous young blonde turned slowly from the minor just before the doorbell rang. She hesitated for a moment, still uncertain, and then gradually her face softened into a seductive pout. A second later she was moving forward to answer the bell, her heart racing with anticipation.

"HI, Cliff." Her voice was low, husky, as she greeted the tall, handsome adolescent standing nervously on her doorstep.