Jason Cannon - Trucker_s wife

open, her long hair flailing on the pillow.

"Ohhh, baby, it's good, it's good! Hump me, fuck me!" she screeched.

Cliff felt his throbbing cock growing and expanding inside her warm curd until it felt as though it were going to erupt in a fountain of cum at any moment. He hoped she was close to coming soon, too, because he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He began ramming his meat deep up into her cunt with all the strength he possessed.

Alice gripped him tight between her full, firm thighs, opening and closing them around him in time with each of his long, smooth strokes. She thrashed beneath him, rapidly approaching her own moment of release.

"Oh, baby, fuck me… fuck me hard! Give me your cum, honey… fill my pussy with your juice! I'm ready… I'll come with you! Fuck meeeeee!"

She pulled her long legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her quivering breasts and giving him the full opening of her upraised cunt. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her face contorted and strained for the final explosion.

Suddenly, Cliff felt the enormous hot flood welling in his balls. He squeezed his young buttocks together to hold back the flow that was

ready to explode from his jerking cock. Then, like a broken fire hose, his stiff prick burst in a barrage of hot, liquid spurts that sprayed deep into Alice's eager cunt. The white-hot cum ran wetly dawn the crevice between her thrashing buttocks and onto the mattress in a warm, white puddle.

"Ooohhhhhh…" His voice trailed off as his aching load exploded in one final spurt, then oozed in a dripping trickle from the tip of his buried prick.

Alice ground her teeth together in frustration as the man emptied the last of his sperm deep inside her pussy. Her hands clutched desperately at her contorted face.

"You didn't make it?"

"It's all right," Alice replied, not wanting to frighten him. "I will, next time."

"Next time?"

"Yes, baby. We'll do it again next Sunday. I'll teach you how to eat my pussy, and I'll show you how good it feels to have a woman suck your cock!"

"Jeez."

"Now you'd better get back to work."

The man scrambled from the bed, dressed, and a few minutes later he was gone.

Alice jumped from the bed and rummaged in her

bureau drawer until she found her special hair brush. Instantly, she wiggled back onto the floor and jammed the handle up her hot, unfulfilled cunt.

As she sawed the handle in and out of her pussy, she chanted, "Next Sunday, next Sunday..

And another Sunday came, and others followed. Alice taught the young man to be more than a satisfactory lover. So much so that any day that Chris was out of town Alice would call the man and have extra sessions of fucking and sucking with him.

Then she got the phone call.

"Hello, Alice." The voice was deep and ominous in her ear. "You are Mrs. Chris Farrow, ain't ya?"

"Yes. Who's this?"

"Name's Al, and you're gonna get to know me real well."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you and me are gonna have a little meeting."

"The hell we are," Alice said, angered at the sudden familiarity that had crept into the man's voice.

"The hell we aren't, baby. Unless you want your old man to find out that you've been fucking babies. ~

Alice recoiled, almost dropping the receiver. "I… I have no idea what you're talking about. Who is this anyway?"

"That's what I'm calling about," the man said with obvious relish- "I thought we might get together, talk about it. I'd really like to meet you!"

Alice couldn't answer. Her mind had gone blank with fear and shock, and her legs and arms began trembling violently.

"Yeah," the man went on, "I been eyeing you for some time. That's some pair of tits you got,

baby. I can hardly wait to get my hands on 'em!" Alice swallowed hard. She wanted to hang up, but she couldn't. Not on some stranger who seemed to know everything about her and the young man.

"What… what do you want?" she squeaked into the phone.

"You, for starters. Now listen. This afternoon you crawl into your car and drive out the old mill highway. Turn off at Hanson's Lane and…"

Alice found the apartment house the man called Al had directed her to. Parking the car, she climbed to the third floor and knocked.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind the door. When it was thrown open, Alice was faced with the biggest, meanest-looking man she had ever seen.

"HI, baby. Come on in!"

She stepped into the room and shuddered as he wound his arm around her back and his hand clutched intimately at her waist, giving her a little squeeze. She tried to pull away, but he left his arm in a tight embrace around her as he led the way directly into the bedroom.

"Awww, Alice baby, this is gonna be a fine

afternoon!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Let's just say that I take things from one truck, put them in my truck and, a few days later, they show up for sale in Mexico."

"And that's what you want from me?"

"That's one thing. The other is some of that sweet pussy."

"That's blackmail!"

"It sure is. Now let's get down to it."

"Fuck you," Alice hissed, thinking she might be able to bluff him.

He threw back his head and laughed. "This is a pretty little dress you wore," he said, his fingertips grazing across the tip of her jutting tits. "I'm glad you wore something that shows off your jugs!"

Suddenly, the fingers spread out to cup around the swelling mound, and Alice watched wide-eyed before angrily knocking the hand away from her body and jerking free of his arms. "Let's get to the point. I didn't drive here to be pawed at."

"I know you didn't. You drove out here to be fucked, whether you like it or not."

The big man grabbed her wrist, pulled her toward him and threw her roughly onto the bed. Again he began kneading the fullness of her tits.

"Goddam… big fucking tits.

"Don't, please… that hurts like hell!" Alice wailed as Al's big hand let go of her breast and tore at the soft material of her dress, ripping it open down to the waist.

He drooled as his eyes lit on the half-exposed fleshy mounds of her ripe breasts, his breath coming faster when he looked down to where her skirt had pulled up high on her thighs.

Alice continued to protest as his hand moved down the side of her skirt. His fingers played for a moment at the hem, then slid up between her tightly clenched legs. Her hands clutched at his fingers, trying to pry them loose. "No, stop… please, stop!" she moaned.

But he ignored her, continuing his exploration until his outstretched middle finger was pressing her nylon panties in against the warm slit of her pussy.

"I'll bet that's real eatin' pussy, ain't it? Did you have that young man eat your cunt, baby? Huh? Did ya?"

"No..

"Bullshit. I'll bet you even sucked his dick, didn't ya? Well, now you're gonna get a chance to suck a real man's dick!"

"You son-of-a-bitchin' bastard!"

"Now, open your legs, you cute little bitch," he whispered, rubbing all the while against her cunt

through the panties. "I just gotta have the pleasure of touchin' your sweet pussy!"

"No!" Alice cried out, pulling away when she felt his fingers cruelly pinching into the soft flesh just below the tight leg band of her panties. He squeezed again, sending a razor-sharp pain through her. She opened her legs, and felt him loosen his grip.

"More!" he commanded. "Wider!"

One of his hands gripped her shoulder and pushed her back so that she lay flat on the bed, her skirt raised completely up over her panties and her long legs splayed out wide. He shifted his weight downward, planting the hand that had been clenched at her thigh over the smooth nylon covering her pussy. The young wife jerked up from the impact of his touch, but the vise-like grip of his hand now encircling her neck was too great. She fell back, jerking, when she felt his prodding fingers squeeze. at the sensitive flesh of her ass. Without warning, he grinned in triumph and yanked at her panties; the tight waistband snapped and the panties were pulled off her in one vicious tug and left dangling at her ankles.