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Subject: My name is tami - Part 2 & 3
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On my sixteenth birthday i'd had enough and ran away, well yes i did. Dear old dad had a doctor's appointment and so i was all alone for several hours. Used my time wisely and packed as much as i could in several shopping bags and set out to see the world. I set out about noon that day. The first part of "The World" I found was a black truck driver that picked me up on the interstate that ran right behind my families house. I hadn't been hitching for more than a minute when John pulled his big eighteen wheeler up with much popping of brakes and screeching of tires. He later told me that my short skirt and tight top could be seen a mile away. i kind of knew that.
We drove the rest of the day and talked and talked. i told him about my shitty life, well sort of, i told him about having to do all the housework and all the cooking and how my father never had a good word to say. i left off the sex part, by this time i knew that wasn't normal and i felt guilty about it. Like i ever had a choice. i also told him i was 18 and he seemed not to question me. He told me a little about his youth and how as a black boy he had been badly treated by the whites in his small town.
As it became dark the conversation seemed to ebb and as he drove he reached over and began to rub my back, then down my side and taking his time exploring the outer curve of my now large breast. At first i froze in my seat but soon started to relax, his hand was gentle and he had given me a ride, what harm could there be.
Just as i had kind of slumped down and slid a little closer to him we saw a truck stop ahead and he said "Let's get some dinner". i explained that i had no money and he told me not to worry. So in we went and i ate as if i hadn't eaten for a week, even got two deserts. Some of the other drivers had girls with them other had what looked like wives and still others were alone. i found it fascinating, here only a couple of hundred miles from my home was a totally new world and a whole new life style. A couple of red neck boys gave John and i the eye, John being black and 45 and me being "young" and white, but no one said anything. Finally we ate our fill and we climbed back into the rig and got on our way.
We didn't speak much and within five minutes John had his hand back on me. This time he started at my knee and followed my leg up to finally rest on my pussy. At first touch i jumped and he assured me that he wasn't going to hurt me. i told him that I was a virgin, which technically I was and still am for that matter. He said well just let me pet it and saying not one word, i relaxed my legs and allowed them to open to his touch. He must have pet my pussy for over an hour, neither one of us having a single word to say. i began to get very wet and i could tell John knew it because he had a big smile on his face.
Right there i began to realize that men liked me and i decided to put my elicit schooling to use. Without saying a word i changed position making my pussy no longer within reach. John looked over with a kind of hurt look in his eye, like a little boy that had been denied his candy. Sometimes John and i wouldn't speak for hours, sometimes we both would talk non-stop for hours, this time all i said was, "my turn".
"my turn" That's how it started. i had scooted over so my butt was against the passenger door, now I leaned across the center console under my stomach and my boobs resting on John's thigh. My hands quickly went to work on the fly of his jeans, only to find no zipper at all. i had never seen button downs before and John chuckled slightly then showed me how they worked by undoing a couple buttons. i quickly learned and soon his manhood was exposed, the devil didn't wear underwear.
No sooner did his dick pop into view when it seemed to almost explode into this monster of an organ, the likes of which i had never imagined. It was so large it got kind of stuck under the steering wheel and we both had the set it free. It pointed straight up at the ceiling of the cab and throbbed visibly, kind of waiving at me. i had intended to ply my face skills on his manhood but now, face to face with this gigantic weapon i gasped and was frozen and motionless. Even my hands were still, one still on the flap of his fly the other on the huge head but without movement. Finally i did move first one hand and then the other in contact with this amazing piece of flesh. The skin was jet black and felt soft as silk, but under the silk! His cock felt like a huge raw black carrot, that throbbed with desire. He never said a word or even uttered a noise; he just kept driving down the highway.
It must have been twenty minutes while i slowly and tentatively touched, explored and ever so slowly began to stroke this massive item. All the while knowing from experience what i must do. But how could i? My fathers cock was about four inches long and maybe an inch across. This thing was easily eight inches long and at least two inches thick, how would i ever put it in my mouth? Finally, with much trepidation i brought my lips into play with a gentle, with closed lips, kiss upon the very tip. The softness of Johns skin was most pleasing and within a second or two i opened my lips and began tasting and feeling the wonders of his glans. The taste was musky not acrid like dads and the softness of the skin mesmerized me completely. Soon I found i could in fact open my mouth wide enough to engulf this bulbous tip and quickly began to suckle.
No sooner had i applied suction and swirled my tongue over the opening when that opening convulsively opened and a hot searing flood of thick pungent ejaculation filed my mouth with such force it burst forth between my lips and gushed back down my throat simultaneously. My training did pay off; i quickly set to work swallowing this huge flow of very heavy cream. I kept swallowing and he kept pumping his hips pushing my head hard against the steering wheel, then back then forward. For what seemed to be forever we were locked in this ancient rhythmic dance. His seed was being greedily consumed. He was loudly moaning and even swearing and i was making sounds that burst out from my lips and around his dick. Sounds i had never uttered before, and feelings i never felt before. my entire being was on fire and my loins seemed locked in some unknown convulsion. i had to drink every drop both because that's how i was taught and this time because i desperately needed his juice.
More to come, lots more. Fear not, it gets even better, well i think so.