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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Truckstop Part 2 (mf, mmf)
Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2001 18:10:08 -0500
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TRUCK STOP (Part 2)
  by Alex S. Sexton

This is subject to all the usual provisos: 
Graphic sex follows.
I'm not responsible for you reading this if you are underage.
The contents are purely fiction and all characters are figments of my
imagination.
This story is copyrighted and any reproduction requires the explicit consent of
the author; i.e. me.
AIDS/HIV and other STD do not exist in my fiction but do in reality-if you
attempt to live the lifestyle depicted please take precautions.

"If you lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances
read this story without guidance of someone more mature" (to quote Deirdre).



FIVE
When Razor began to soften, still inside her, Hazel ground her pelvis against
his.  When that didn't produce the desired result she slipped the limp piece of
meat from between her legs and went down on him again.  "Never leave them
wanting more" was her motto, learned from experience of two years with
truckers.  Carefully she licked the juices, her own and the specks of salty
semen that glittered on its length.  Pretty soon Razor had another erection
that he kept trying to stick down her throat.  She repressed the natural gag
reflex and took the whole length in her mouth.  Her lips pressed into his black
pubic hair.  Razor's cock slip against the roof of her mouth and the head was
deep in her gullet.

Roughly he pulled her up and almost threw her onto her back.  Kneeling between
her legs he easily lifted her hips with one hand and with the other guided his
member so it slid over her opening.  His prick brushed over her clit and Hazel
felt a tingle at the base of her spine.  Without warning he crammed the whole
thing into her.  Her shoulders pressed into the thin mattress while Hazel's
pelvis was a foot higher and on the receiving end of the black man's eight inch
cock that easily slid out and rammed into her.  His hands held her pelvis up
while his thumbs stroked the lips that wrapped around his pricked.  Each time
they brushed against her clit Hazel's quivers got a little larger.  The little
orgasms started erupting but were building to a fully blown climax.  This Razor
was a good cocksman.

Hazel started writhing as she came.  Razor grimaced, his eyes tightly shut in
what looked like pain, and he pulled his length from her.  White spurts of come
ejected, thick and sticky, onto her stomach . . . she counted: one. . two . .
three . . . . four . . . . . . . five.  The last small white gob spilled on her
pubic hair, the first had landed between her small tits.  She reached for his
cock and caressed it, trying to keep it hard but Razor wilted in her hand.  He
fell back and sat leaning against the cab.

"Christ," he said admiringly, "you are hot to trot."

She smiled and thought that she could have waited at the last truck stop for a
wide with that pair of Jesus freaks.


SIX
When he recovered Razor ordered Junior to pull over at a rest stop and took
over driving.  Hazel waited in the back of the cab for the younger man to join
her.  She was still naked but had cleaned her torso with a hand towel but still
felt clammy inside.  Cliff was tired-he'd been driving all night before
breakfast and another couple of hours while Razor fucked her twice-but Hazel
used her lips to good purpose and soon had the younger man hard.  He was big,
at least a couple of inches longer than Razor, though his cock was a lot
thinner.  Her tongue swirled over its purple head and she used her teeth to
nibble the underside.  There was no way she was going to try and deep throat
this thing, she thought, not while I'm still hurting from Razor's penetration
into her gullet.

Hazel started to suck the long thin prick in earnest, her lips reaching halfway
down his length before pulling up.  Saliva made each long draw easy.  Once
small hand gripped the base of Cliff's rod, pulling tight what little slack
there was in his hard on.  Then she started to jerk her hand in rhythm with her
mouth, pulling Cliff's cock taught as she almost released it with her lips, the
releasing his hand she plunged her face around.  It didn't take more than a
minute or two before he came.  Hazel quickened her movement and felt the warm
gushes splash against her cheeks.  A little less salty than razor, she thought
as she swallowed, and not as thick.

After his orgasm Cliff kind of keeled over on the mat and was soon snoring. 
Hazel pulled a blanket over his prostrate body and started picking through the
floor of the cab for her clothes.  She pulled on her panties and jeans but
couldn't find her shirt.  From her backpack she pulled out her sweater, then
thinking for a moment shook her bra and packed it away before pulling the
sweater over her head.  The wool felt rough against her nipples.  Carefully, so
as not to wake Cliff, she crawled out of the back of the cab, between the seats
at the front and slid across the passenger seat.

It was a bright day.  There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun glared off
the melting mush of snow and sleet.  The highway was a black ribbon threading
through white fields.  

Razor looked at her.  "How's Junior?"

"He's fine.  And he ain't so Junior."  Hazel smiled and wiped a strand of hair
from her eye.  There wasn't much traffic.

"Where are we?" she asked, looking away from the window.

"We just got into Nebraska.  Should make Kansas City by nightfall."

They drove in silence.  The big engine hummed beneath them augmented by the
snoring from the back of the cab.

"Nebraska's flat and boring," Hazel observed after five minutes.

"It is that," the truck driver confirmed.  He glanced over and saw a glint in
her eyes.

"I know how to make it less boring."

"How's that?"

"Unbuckle your belt and pants and you'll see."

"Jesus," he sighed but did it anyway.

Hazel scooted across the wide seat and lay her head in his lap.  She could
still smell the sex from earlier wafting from his crotch. She unzipped his fly
and rubbed his flaccid prick through his underwear.  When she felt it begin to
stir she pulled out.  She examined it, twisting it around like it was the first
time she'd seen a man's parts.  Her hands could feel the blood pumping up his
meat, turning it from a limp lump into prime rib.

She started to nip at this solid thing, with her lips and not her teeth.  Both
hands squeezed and pressed both his hard on and balls.  A droplet of clear
liquid oozed from his peehole, which she licked with a quick swipe of her
tongue.  Pretty soon she had gobbled the whole thing up so the head was deep
down her throat. Razor had already come twice that morning so Hazel it would
probably take a while for him to do it again.  Rather than get energetic and
try and force it, she was much more exploratory, played with his balls and
stuck an index finger between his buttocks till the tip found the bud of his
anus.  It she tried too hard all she'd get was a saw jaw; she knew that from
experience.

"Christ, you're one fine little cocksucker," he complemented.  Razor was
finding it difficult to keep the truck straight on the highway while Hazel's
head bobbed up and down in his lap.  Still he kept driving with only one hand
gripping the wheel firmly while the other squeezed one of her breasts through
her sweater so hard that it hurt.  But that didn't deter Hazel who felt the
sperm beginning to ooze from his balls.  It was only then she started to pump
him hard with her mouth.  When he finally came she didn't swallow it but
instead let it wash around her mouth.  He tasted better than the other one. 
She lifted her head off his dying cock and looked at him.  Razor blew the
truck's horn a couple of times, grinning.  Hazel grinned so he could see some
of his come on his tongue and her lips, and then gulped it down.


SEVEN
They got to Kansas City around eight and left the trailer at the loading yard. 
There'd been some mess up and they couldn't pick up another load until morning.
 Razor asked if Hazel wanted to come with them to a Motel-6 and spend the
night.

"Sure, I need to shower," she said.

"I bet you do."

When they got to the room Hazel took over the bathroom and took a steamy hot
shower.  Razor went off on foot to find a liquor store and some food while
Cliff kicked off his shoes and sat in front of the TV.  When she finished her
shower Hazel washed her delicates and hung them on the shower rod. Wearing only
the dressing gown she found hanging on the bathroom door she sat on the
loveseat next to Cliff.  Razor still hadn't come back.

Hazel curled into the corner of the couch and with her naked foot began to
stroke Cliff's thigh.  When he looked at she smiled at him.

"I've been wondering what it would be like to have your big thing inside of
me."

Cliff shook his head.

"I'm wondering if I could even take it all the way," Hazel purred, "What do you
think?"

Her foot was now rubbing the crotch of his jeans which was now swelling.  She
pulled the belt cord of her gown so it fell open and then leaned over him. 
Hazel's tits quivered in his face.  In a series of quick movements Cliff
grabbed the remote, punched off the TV, dropped the plastic controller to the
floor and cupped her breasts.  She felt his calloused thumbs stroke the
aureoles and nipples.  They immediately perked up.  Hazel's hand had taken over
where her foot had been and she could feel his throbbing prick trying to burst
out his jeans.  Easily she unclasped the belt button and pulled down his
zipper.  Her experienced hand found the opening of his shorts and grasped the
long thin cock.

"How long is it?"

He pushed her back and pulled down his jeans and shorts.  By the time they
flopped on the floor Hazel had unbuttoned his shirt.  He stood up holding her
under the shoulders and shook off the shirt.  Hazel wrapped her thighs around
his waist and could feel his hard on pressing between the cheeks of her ass.

"Really, how long is it?" she asked a second time.

"Ten and half inches.  You think you can take it?"

"I want to try."

Cliff tossed her on her back onto the made bed.  When Hazel looked up she saw
his long thin rod stretching upward in front his belly.  It looked liked it
belonged on a horse.  For the first time she began to doubt whether she really
could absorb the whole length.  She was only five foot three.  She tried to
calculate what was ten and half inches above the opening of her vagina and
figured it might be her breastbone.  The thing was one-sixth her height.

"Roll over," he ordered.  Compliantly Hazel did as she was told.  He lifted her
hips so she was crouched on the mattress.  In anticipation she buried her face
into the bedcovers and clenched some of the material between her teeth.  She
felt something brush against her labia and closed her eyes, waiting.  It was
only his tongue.  She felt the wet tip probed her opening and his lips purse
around her clit.  It was more than arousing and soon she felt her body being
racked with mini-orgasms.  Man, she thought, this guy's a real cunt-licker.

"You've got a sweet snatch Hazel," Cliff commented when he finished eating her,
and without further ado plunged six inches of his hard dick into it.  His
eating her out had her all moist and anyway it's girth wasn't as impressive as
its length, so the prick slipped in easily.  Mechanically he began to fuck her
in short sharp jerks.  Hazel slipped one hand between her legs and began to
play with her clit in rhythm with his thrusts.  Another orgasm rocked her mind.

"That's about half of it . . . you want to see if you can take some more?"

Her voice muffled by the covers she said yes and felt the head of his cock
stretching her vagina and penetrated another couple of inches.  Her insides
felt on fire as he began to fuck her deeper.  She was sure he could feel his
prick almost breaking her apart.  Again her body responded and slowly her flesh
relaxed around his meat.  Each thrust was evoking a response or maybe it was
her hand rubbing her clitoris.

"Is that all of it?" she asked releasing the blanket clenched between her
teeth.  Cliff answered by thrusting another couple of inches into her.  Hazel
almost screamed as her body was impaled.  It was awesome.  This long thin cock
fucked her all the way, she could feel his pubic bone bouncing off her ass
cheeks.  It was searing her inside.  Cliff slowed his rhythm and made long
drawn out strokes.  She could feel his prick head almost slip out before slowly
going deeper and deeper till it was in to the hilt of his balls.

Almost oblivious she became conscious there was someone else in the room.  It
was Razor.  She looked to the door where he was standing with a pizza box in
one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other.

"Jesus Junior," he said taking it all in, "you're going to rip her apart."

Cliff responded by picking up the pace, though with withdrawal he left a vacuum
in her cunt and the filled it with the next plunge.  Razor put down the pizza
and poured same mash into a tooth glass.  He sat on the other bed and sipped
slowly and after putting the glass down on the nightstand, unzipped his pants
and pulled out his hardening prick.  With every other stroke Hazel was peaking
again and again.  Razor walked around the bed and waved his dick in Hazel's
face.  Like a dog she got on all fours and tried to suck its purple head but
was so shaken it was all she could do to lick it.  Cliff came, writhing inside
her as his sperm spilled into her.  Hazel came, her eyes watering from the
exhilaration.

Cliff pulled out of her.  Hazel's breathing returned to something approaching
normal and resumed sucking Razor's cock.  Slowly, so the union of his prick
with her mouth wouldn't be broken, Razor sat on the bed with his back on
headboard.  Still on all fours Hazel sucked his thick prick.  Cliff watched
her, stroking his still hard member.  Razor's prick was throbbing in her mouth
when Hazel felt Cliff get on the bed behind her, his hands caressing her
buttocks.

"I can't suck and fuck at the same time," Hazel said after emptying her mouth
of Razor's cock.  For a moment both men lucked at her puzzled, but as she moved
it dawned on them that Hazel had a solution.  She got on knees and moved up
Razor's body while grasping Cliff's hand.  Razor was the first to get it.

"Hey, I'm not taking sloppy seconds," he grumbled outraged.

"Baby," adjudged Hazel.  She turned around so she faced Cliff and exchanged his
cock for his hand.  With her free hand she pulled one of her ass cheeks to the
side and felt the tip of Razor's cock brush against her asshole.  She felt his
head breach the puffed up lips of her backdoor opening.

"You sure you can take it," Razor asked, his voice concerned.  Hazel answered
by sitting down on his hardness, and heard him gasp as his prick was engulfed
by the tightness of her rectum.  Hazel leaned back, still holding Cliff's cock
like a stiff leash, so her back rested on Razor's hairy chest.  She pulled
Cliff by his long member toward her guiding it into the opening of her vagina. 
Cliff plunged half the length into her as he lay atop her body, his hands
mashing her tits.

Razor started thrusting into her ass, Cliff responded in kind.  She grabbed the
white man's buttocks so the whole ten inches of his prick pierced through her. 
He rocked into her slowly, no doubt feeling the thicker cock of Razor's a
membrane away.  Both men fucked her slowly, almost tenderly.  Hazel's inside
churned as eighteen inches of cock filled her plumbing, which amazed her.  Both
of them were already worn out from all the day's fucking but they kept grinding
their meaty bones into her.  The orgasms started to build-up and explode, and
she tried to count them but her head was too cloudy.  Then she came again.  How
many times now? she tried to think but they kept on fucking her.

Cliff came first, gushing into her and collapsing onto her chest.  That seemed
to invigorate Razor some and he picked up his pace and started to pummel her
ass.  Hazel's fingers touched her clit, and could feel the softening rod that
was still inside her.  The friction of Razor's thrusting had dried her saliva
and his eight inches were beginning to hurt.  She took her mind off it by
playing with her clit, trying to coax one more climax from her wasted body. 
She didn't feel Razor's climax but noted it by the increasing ease with which
his prick moved in and out of her not it had spilled some lubrication.  He kept
thrusting into her even as he relaxed to semi-hard until she came.

Cliff slid out of her and went to the bathroom.  Hazel lay on her back on top
of Razor and felt his muscle shrinking inside her ass.  Slowly she maneuvered
so his penis no longer pierced her.  Cliff was back in the room standing naked
by the table as she decoupled from Razor.  His once massive penis looked almost
normal hanging between his legs.

"The pizza's cold," he said simply.


EIGHT
The next morning they drove the truck to the loading yard.  The night before
they drank the bottle of bourbon after finishing the pizza.  Razor fell asleep
on one bed.  Hazel gave Cliff a blowjob while he was watching Sport's Center
and he came during the hockey highlights.  Then Cliff took the other bed. 
Hazel showered again, cleaning the come and dried up juices from her orifice
and brushing her teeth.  She grabbed one of the bedcovers and slept on the
couch with the TV on some bad late-night sci-fi.

The sparkle of the TV woke her.  Looking around she oriented herself.  She
could here Cliff in the shower while Razor snored contently.  Without waking
him she carefully lifted the sheets.  He had a morning hard-on that she
automatically sucked.  When he woke and became conscious of what was happening
he pulled her on top of him and she rode him till he came.  When they were
finished they became aware that Cliff had changed channels and was watching the
sport news again.  Razor ordered room service so by the time Hazel was out of
the shower there was a cold plate of eggs and bacon, with soggy toast.

At the loading yard they hitched a trailer onto the cab.  Razor drove through
the barbed wire covered gate and pulled onto the on-ramp of the highway.  Hazel
sat between the two truckers.  After driving around the KC beltway they picked
up I-70 heading east.

"I thought we were going to Houston?" Hazel asked.

"Change of plans.  This load is for Newark."

They kept driving on the busy interstate.  After a couple of hours Razor pulled
into a truck stop to fill the tanks with diesel.  Cliff headed to the restroom
for a crap.  Hazel grabbed her knapsack from the back of the cab and slipped
out the door without either of them seeing her.  She went into the diner and
found the ladies' restroom and waited in a stall.  For an hour, maybe more,
until she felt certain Razor and his Junior would have left.

She was going south for the winter.  No matter what anyone else wanted.  Taking
off her sweater so everyone could see her tight shirt clutch her small breasts,
Hazel sided up to the counter and ordered a coffee and looked around the room
at the truckers dining.

END

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