Strange Perversions Of Rough Men
[aka 'Tough Truckers']
by Mac Roberts
(IN-2062)


FOREWORD 

Johnny was no ordinary truck driver. He had a specialty or two in which he 
liked to engage. Marge was one of his specialties. 

In bed with her, who had to think about the road ahead? Who had to think 
about the long, tiring hours of driving? Who had to think about anything 
except the softness of her skin and the hardness of his own prick, ready to 
penetrate her soft folds. There were no responsibilities beyond that. There 
was nothing to do but spend his body in loving her. 

And then there was Mary, another little side-track for Johnny. Mary had a 
lot to offer him, and he gave her everything he had. 

There were girls all along the way who had things to offer Johnny. Jane was 
pretty good at everything, but especially fine at making Johnny's cock stand 
up shining and rigid under the manipulations of her expert tongue. 

During a storm, Betsy and Joan make themselves at home with Johnny and Mac, 
his friend, and the foursome experience some of the rashest perversions of 
the road. They hide away in the back of the truck, stowaways for sex, so to 
speak, and help Mac and Johnny through some of the tough hours of the road. 

Betsy's boobs are incomparable, and Joan has the greatest piece of cunt 
they've come across for a long time. 

Finally, their journey carried them to a young woman in her twenties who is 
being brutally assaulted. They save her from the terror that seems to 
threaten her, and then, who knows what may lie ahead? 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Johnny finished checking over the big diesel rig, making sure that 
everything in the cab which would add to his comforts was in order. He 
fluffed the mattress, patting it here and there. Then he adjusted the seat 
so he wouldn't have to do it in the morning. 

Satisfied, he climbed down and walked over to where the dispatcher was 
sitting, sipping some coffee. 

"Who're you goin' with?" he asked. 

"Mac," replied Johnny. "Out to the coast huh?" 

"And back again." 

"Well he's a good old boy." 

"Mac? Sure is. OK, see you when I get back," said Johnny. "Have a good 
trip." 

"We will." 

Johnny walked out of the garage heading for the parking lot where he got 
into his old Plymouth and started the drive home. Mac was OK and he was 
happy that he was going with him. It was a long way from coast to coast and 
then back again and it could get very lonely especially if you didn't like 
your co-driver. 

The cab got awfully small sometimes, day after day, and it could be like a 
jail cell on wheels. Johnny was glad to be getting out of the city for a 
while. He felt restless and the change of scenery would do him a lot of 
good. 

A lot of strange things happened when you were on the road, some of them 
good, some of them bad but Johnny was more than willing to take his chances. 

He drove in silence, not putting on the radio, just smoking a cigarette and 
reminding himself that he still had to pack his bag when he got home. 

He hoped Marge would have his dinner waiting. The checkout had taken longer 
than he had figured it would and he had neglected to call her. She hadn't 
ever disappointed him yet and there was no reason to think that she would 
now. 

He pulled to a gentle stop, not bothering to pull all the way into the 
garage. As soon as he walked into his house he smelled his dinner and he 
knew that good old Marge had come through once again. 

"I'm home," he called. 

"In here," was the reply. 

"When's dinner gonna be ready?" 

"Half an hour, I stopped everything cold when you didn't call," she 
answered. 

"I'm gonna take a shower." 

"Don't be long." 

"I won't." 

Johnny went upstairs and stripped, hopping into the shower, knowing it was 
the last one he was going to get until they reached the coast. He lingered, 
enjoying the needle-like spray as it washed over his body. 

He got out and slipped into his shorts and a robe and had just begun to pack 
his bag, when Marge called him. 

"Be right down." 

"Hurry before it gets cold." 

"OK, OK." 

Johnny stuffed one last pair of jockeys into his bag before he went 
downstairs. After he had destroyed his steak he went into his living room 
where he made himself a drink. He knew it was against regulations but he 
decided to take a fifth of scotch along with him anyway. 

Marge came in and sat down in the chair opposite the sofa where Johnny was 
sprawled out, his legs propped up on the coffee table. 

"What time are you getting up tomorrow?" she asked. 

"Seven." 

"Want me to drive you to the garage?" 

"Mac's picking me up at eight," he said. 

"What are you hauling?" 

"Don't know," he said as the scotch bit his throat. He lit a cigarette and 
tried to relax a little. 

Usually he got very tense the night before he made a long run. He never 
understood why really except that maybe he was afraid it was going to be a 
one way trip. 

"Honey?" she asked. 

He knew what she wanted. He decided to make her wait for it for a little 
while. 

"Lemme relax a little bit huh?" 

"I'm gonna miss you." 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll miss you too honey," he said. 

"Then why don't you do something?" 

"Because I want to finish my drink first. Is that too much for a man to ask 
for?" 

"No," said Marge quietly. 

Johnny had the feeling that it was as far as she was concerned but that was 
tough shit-as far as he was concerned. He was gonna have to drive a lot of 
miles in the next week or so and no cunt was going to tell him when he had 
to get a hard-on. 

So he sat there, enjoying his drink, trying not to think about the road too 
much. Marge sat on the edge of her chair when he stood up but it was only so 
he could get himself another drink. 

She was a very attractive woman with her large breasts, long blonde hair, 
narrow waist that flared into nice hips. Johnny figured he ought to marry 
her one of these days but there was plenty of time for that stuff. 

Marge got up, looking very frustrated. She probably was. 

"I'll be down in a little while," she said. 

"OK, honey." 

Marge went upstairs, leaving Johnny alone. He was grateful for small favors 
like that. He knew what she was doing and when she came back down her body 
smelled of powder and it looked freshly scrubbed like she had just taken a 
bath or something. 

He was working on his third drink and was beginning to feel it. He was also 
beginning to feel like fucking. He downed his drink, some of it running down 
his chin which he wiped off with the back of his thick, hairy hand. 

"I'm goin' up," he said. 

He slowly climbed the stairs not really caring if she followed or not. Of 
course he knew that she would, she always had before. He finished packing 
his bag before he took off his clothes and laid down on the bed. 

His eyes were shut when Marge came into the room, taking off her robe and 
draping it over the back of the chair. She stood and looked down at Johnny 
and his young, muscular body. 

"I'm here," she said. 

"You're there, I'm here." 

Marge went over and laid down beside him, her hand immediately going to his 
crotch so she could begin to stroke his prick, making it nice and hard. 

"Now you're here," he said. 

"I sure am." 

Marge's touch became harder and harder as Johnny's prick got harder and 
harder. He laid there enjoying it for a while before he rolled over, her 
hands on his testicles. 

Her sex mound was wet and hairy already, indicating that she was very up and 
down. 

Marge began to pant as Johnny found her love button and poked at it with his 
finger. Then she took her hand off of his prick as Johnny leaned over her 
slipping his finger up into her canal. At the same time he swirled the tip 
of his tongue around and around the complete circumference of one of her 
nipples. 

Marge moaned and arched her back upwards, forcing as much of her throbbing 
breast flesh into his mouth as she could. Johnny sucked on her real well and 
gave her a hard fingerfucking just to get her warmed up and really excited. 

Her fingers streaked through his hair as he sucked on her other nipple. 
Chewing on it as it erected and got hard in his mouth. Then Marge pushed him 
off of her, anxious for his prick to be in her mouth. 

Johnny laid back down as her mouth hovered over the head of his prick, the 
tip of her tongue stabbing out and trying to force its way into the tiny 
hole. 

Her hands teased and pleased his testicles as she licked the head of his 
prick. Then her lips parted and she took him into her dark, moist cavern, 
lowering her face down along the entire length of Johnny's shaft until her 
lips were pressing against his pubic hairs. 

She squeezed him with her lips as hard as she dared as she started to bob 
her head up and down, faster and faster. Her hands continued to work 
expertly on his testicles. 

Marge's breasts crushed against his thighs, exciting Johnny even further as 
she sucked on him. She used her tongue well as she groaned out her 
excitement. 

Marge did that to him for a long while until Johnny was finally ready to 
fuck her. Then he lifted her head off his glistening shaft and laid her 
down. 

Marge spread her legs wide in anxious anticipation of what Johnny was going 
to do as he crawled over her. She helped him guide the bulging head of his 
prick to the entrance to her pussy. 

Johnny reared back and slammed his cock into her, jolting her body, making 
her bite her lips as pleasure pain flooded all through her hard, flat 
stomach. 

He frictioned her hard and fast, slapping his hairy pelvis against hers. 
Marge raised her legs high above her head to allow Johnny to achieve maximum 
penetration. 

He leaned over her, mashing his mouth hard against hers, thrusting his 
tongue into her mouth. Marge wrapped her arms around the back of his neck as 
she sucked on his tongue. 

Her body ground into his as she came closer and closer to having an orgasm. 
Johnny took his mouth off hers so she could breathe better, Marge opening 
her mouth and sucking in air as fast as she could. 

Her large, soft breasts rolled from side to side on her chest as Johnny's 
body collided violently with hers. It felt like the side walls of her pussy 
were clutching and grabbing at his cock as he dug it into her as deeply as 
he could. 

Marge raked her fingernails across his back as her cunt exploded and she 
started to come. Hot, thick juice ran down the length of her canal in a 
steady stream lubricating her pussy even more than it already was and 
sopping Johnny's cock. 

He drove into her, incensed by the pain he felt from her fingernails. He 
picked up his speed, getting ready to get rid of his load of hot come. 

Marge moaned loudly and panted as she reached behind him so she could begin 
milking his testicles, desperately wanting his come to be deep inside her 
pussy. 

Johnny gave it everything he had as he felt his balls go numb. He squirted 
his first batch of come up into her, searing out the inside of Marge's cunt. 

She threw her head from side to side, thrilling, coming with him, mixing her 
come with his as he salvoed into her again. She milked his testicles until 
they were hanging limp and loose in their protective sack. Then she lowered 
her legs and laid them down on the bed. 

Johnny kept himself inside of her seething pussy until his prick was soft 
and useless. Marge whimpered softly in his ear, caressing his flanks and 
loins. 

He pulled himself out of her, rolling over, tired, eager for sleep to come. 
He dropped off long before she did, being kept awake by her quivering pussy. 

Marge finally snuggled in close to him, seeking the warmth and protection of 
his shoulder and fell asleep that way. She woke up before he did and looked 
at his naked body, still asleep. 

She had a sudden impulse and leaned over him, being as careful as she could 
not to wake him up. Her tongue snaked out and licked the tip of his prick, 
making it harden gradually. 

Johnny stirred in his sleep and Marge was afraid he was going to wake up but 
he didn't. Then she lowered her head down on it, not far but just far enough 
so she could wash his head and still squeeze the thickness with her lips. 

Her fingertips started to caress his testicles and it was then that he woke 
up. He immediately began to mouth fuck her, ramming his prick up and down 
her throat. 

Marge excited immediately, twisted her head around on his driving cock. He 
rolled over her so that he was able to drive it downwards instead of 
upwards. 

Marge closed her eyes as she felt his head swell slightly and she knew he 
was going to come. 

Johnny groaned and huffed and puffed as he shot into her, his testicles 
squeezing his come down the length of his shaft, into her sucking mouth. He 
sank his shaft into her as far as he could until he finished coming, then he 
immediately pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, his face 
flushed. 

"What the hell was that for?" he asked. 

"I wanted to kiss you goodby." 

"Well you sure did." 

"I'll say." 

The taste of his come was still heavy and salty in her mouth and she loved 
it. Marge ran her tongue slowly across her lips, getting every last little 
bit of it that she could. 

"Hungry?" 

"Yeah," he said. 

"Breakfast'll be ready in a minute." Just then the alarm went off. "See? 
Right on time," said Marge. "Go fix breakfast." 

"All right." 

Marge put on her robe and went downstairs while Johnny lit a cigarette and 
woke up. Well, it was a nice beginning to his trip. A lot of strange things 
happened to you out there and if this was any indication of what was in 
store for him, well he could hardly wait. 

He stubbed out his cigarette before he dressed and went downstairs. Marge 
had a good, healthy breakfast waiting for him and he ate with gusto, knowing 
it was the last home cooked meal he'd get until he got back from the trip. 

"Have enough?" she asked. 

"Plenty." 

"Drive carefully honey," she said after she had cleared the table. 

"I always drive carefully." 

"I know but I worry." 

"Worry'll only get you grey hairs." 

There was a knock on the door. Marge went to open it. 

"Hi Mac, got time for some coffee?" she asked. 

"Sure. Morning Johnny." 

"Hiya." 

Mac put his bag by the door and sat down at the kitchen table. The coffee 
was good and he still wasn't awake yet. He hoped Johnny would take the first 
shift. 

Besides, he had had a rotten night with his wife and didn't get much sleep. 
He was glad to be getting away for a while. Oh, he knew she'd be fucking 
with other guys but he didn't care. 

They all did that and his wife was no different. Besides, he wasn't the 
jealous type anyway. Nevertheless he didn't want to know about it and he 
figured he was in the right business. 

"Ready?" asked Johnny. 

"Yeah, let's go." 

Mac left the ktichen, waiting by the door to give Johnny some privacy with 
Marge. Johnny took her in his arms, crushing her body against his, pressing 
his crotch into her stomach so as to give her a reminder of what she was 
going to be missing. 

Their mouths met and their tongues swirled around one another. He reared 
down and grabbed her buttocks and gave them a healthy pinch. Then he broke 
away. 

"I'll call from the coast," he said. 

"Be careful." 

"I will." 

"All set?" asked Mac. "Yeah, let's ride." 

Johnny followed Mac out to his car and got in. Mac drove slowly down to the 
garage where their truck was waiting for them. Hopefully it would already be 
loaded and ready to go. 

"You look tired," said Johnny. 

"Rough night with the old lady." 

"I'll take the first shift then so you can sleep if you want to," he said. 

"I appreciate that," said Mac. 

"That's OK." 

He parked his car in the lot, locked it and together they walked into the 
garage. Curley, the day man was on, sipping some coffee. 

"Ready to go boys?" he said holding out a book that they had to sign before 
they left. 

"OK, see you in a couple of weeks," said Johnny. 

Johnny got behind the wheel and started the big diesel up. It growled loudly 
but once they got up speed, the noise would be behind them so they wouldn't 
hear it much. 

Morning traffic was beginning already as Johnny headed for the Turnpike. 
Most of the traffic was coming into the city so he made good time which he 
liked to do because then he'd be able to spend some of it later on. 

Mac went right to sleep as Johnny figured he would. He didn't know too much 
about his personal life but he did know that when a woman had you where the 
hair was short, they could squeeze awfully hard. 

He got into driving almost right away. The big rig handled easily and Johnny 
was relaxed and confident behind the wheel. It was sort of nice being above 
everything and having an unobstructed view of the countryside and the road. 

He felt like a big bomber cruising down the highway, the cars being fighter 
planes that zoomed in and out. He lit a cigarette, driving with one hand, 
the arm that he was smoking with resting on the open window. 

Yeah, if the weather held it would be a nice trip. It figured that it would 
be hot once they got into the Midwest but they could always drive at night 
if they wanted to. 

"Ugh, where are we?" asked Mac as he woke up. 

"Comin' up on Washington." 

Johnny had been driving for a long time and he was beginning to get hungry. 
He was glad that Mac was up, he was beginning to get a little lonesome for 
conversation. 

"Hungry?" Johnny. 

"You shouldn't have let me sleep for so long," said Mac stretching and 
reaching in his pocket for a cigarette. 

"You probably needed it." 

"I did. Any objections to stopping at the Star Diner?" 

"Really feel the urge huh?" asked Johnny. 

"Yeah, my nuts are killing me." 

"OK, relief is on the way." 

Johnny knew that there was a certain waitress who worked there that Mac had 
his eye on. It was none of Johnny's business so he never asked Mac what was 
going on between them but he could guess. 

He stopped the big truck in the parking lot and they got out. Mac noticed 
that there weren't too many other trucks there. That was good because it 
meant that the diner would be empty and he would have a chance to fool 
around with Mary while he ate some good food. 

Actually it was a nice place. Behind it there was a field that sloped 
gradually down to what was once a stream. Now it was only a creek but it 
gave you the feeling you were really in the country. 

Once inside, you couldn't hear the roar of the trucks on the highway. 

Actually the place was cozy in a way. Oh, it was on the highway but set 
back, so it was good, good. 

As a matter-of-fact Johnny himself had once considered starting something 
with Mary. He hadn't because of the fact that he got bad vibrations from 
her. That was OK, there was enough stuff out on the road so that he didn't 
have to sweat it. 

They went into the diner and walked over to an empty booth in the corner. 

They plopped down in a booth and waited till she came over. Johnny only 
wanted to eat so he ordered a big, hot meal. So did Mac for that matter, 
because the menu was promising. Johnny ate fast. He didn't want to rush Mac, 
but schedule. He didn't want to rush Mac but he didn't want to spend all day 
there either. 

"Nice little body huh?" asked Mac as he ate. 

"I wouldn't hesitate a minute myself." 

"Think I'll ask her if she wants to take a walk after I get through eating," 
he said. 

"Don't be out there too long." 

"Me? Never longer than necessary." 

"OK, that's cool." 

Once his stomach was full Johnny felt much better and he was even glad that 
he didn't have to get back into the truck again. He could see Mac watching 
every move Mary made. She came over to them, bending down so Mac could get a 
good look at her pear shaped breasts. 

"Want anything else?" she asked. 

"Naw. Feel like taking a walk?" 

Mary looked around. There were maybe six other guys in the place. There was 
also another waitress. 

"OK, but not for too long," she said. 

Mac got up. Mary went over to the other girl. "I'll be back in a little 
while Helen," she said. 

"OK, I'll cover for you." 'Thanks." 

She and Mac went out, walking around the back of the place into the field. 
Mac put his arm around her and she nestled into his shoulder. 

"You were away a long time," she said. 

"I imagine you found something to do." 

"I can always do that." 

"So what's the problem?" he asked. 

"I like doing it with you." 

"I like it with you too baby. One of these days I'll take you back to New 
York with me. 

"I'd like that," she said. 

"We'll see what happens." 

She squeezed his side, holding on as they went down the embankment. It was 
cool at the bottom and private too. Mac laid down on the grass, lighting a 
cigarette. 

"How far you going?" she asked. 

"Coast, then back again." 

"That sounds exciting." 

"It's hard work." 

"I bet it is," she said. 

Mac laid his hand on her thigh, her dress being high, her legs open, waiting 
for his touch. Mary leaned over him, taking the cigarette out of his hand 
and flipping it into the creek. 

Her lips pressed against his as Mac put his arm around her waist and drew 
her down to him. At the same time he began to rub her pussy, feeling it 
bulging against her panties. 

She sucked on his tongue for a while as her cunt moistened. She leaned into 
Mac's hand hard as their mouths twisted around on one another. Then Mary 
suddenly broke away from him, unbuttoning her dress, exposing her naked 
breasts and body underneath. 

"Sit on my face baby," said Mac. 

Mary squatted over his mouth. Mac took his fingers and spread her pussy lips 
apart, revealing the tender, delicious inner flesh. He stabbed out at it 
with the tip of his tongue. 

Mary moaned as she moved down on him harder, becoming more and more excited 
as Mac thrust his tongue up into her canal as far as it could possibly go. 

He held it there, wriggling it around, reaching underneath her and grabbing 
her buttocks so he could hold her writhing crotch tightly against his lips 
and tongue. 

Mary panted heavily as he sucked on her love button, making the 
ultrasensitive little nub of pussy flesh erect and send out blinding flashes 
of pain to her entire body. 

She began to have an orgasm, her stomach muscles hardening. Then her hot 
come was spasmed out of her body as she leaned over him, whimpering and 
closing her eyes. 

Mac lapped it up and swallowed it, taking the opportunity to thrust a middle 
finger up into her asshole. The period at the end of the sentence, as it 
were. 

He dug the finger into her as Mary writhed her quivering pussy down onto his 
face hard, reaching for the heights. Mac's teeth filled her with exciting 
pleasure-pain as he sucked on her, wanting all of her juices to be in his 
mouth, his stomach. 

Then she finished coming and got off of him, turning around and unzipping 
his fly. His prick stood straight up as she ran her tongue up and down its 
length. 

Her hands caressed his testicles, making them ache even more than they 
already were, filled with hot come. Then she picked the head of his prick, 
squatting over him, offering him her pussy again, if he wanted it. 

He didn't refuse the invitation, mashing his face into her mushy cunt, 
licking at her as she opened her mouth and took him into her dark, wet 
cavern. 

Her lips squeezed the thickness of his shaft as hard as they dared as she 
lowered her head down on him in response to his tongue which was flicking in 
and out of her cunt. 

The hot afternoon sun beat down on them as their bodies came together at the 
crotch. Mary bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster along the length 
of Mac's prick. 

The come that had been bottled up in his testicles since the night before 
begged for release. Mary milked him, cupping his balls in her hands as the 
ends of her hair teased with his thighs. 

Mac felt it coming, welling up inside of him, his testicles growing tighter 
and tighter. He chewed on her fleshy pussy folds as he began to arch his 
pelvis upwards, mouthfucking her. 

Mary breathed through flared nostrils as she sucked him as hard as she 
could. Then Mac's testicles exploded and he gushed into her mouth as Mary 
did the same thing. 

She swallowed, sucking furiously on him, wanting everything he had to give 
her. His testicles erupted a second time and then they were empty. It had 
hurt when he came but it was a necessary thing and now there was no more 
pain. 

He gave her pussy one final lick. Mary took her mouth off of his prick, her 
open mouth sucking in air as fast as it could. Pleasure and satisfaction 
rippled all over her body in slow waves that made her lie down on the grass 
beside Mac. 

He looked up at the clear blue sky and felt good. His prick was already 
shrinking between his legs. Mary propped herself up on an elbow and leaned 
over him. 

Mac opened his mouth and swirled the tip of his tongue around and around the 
circumference of one of her nipples. Mary panted as he opened his mouth more 
so he could take as much of her throbbing breast into himself as he could. 

While he sucked on one breast he rubbed the other one. Mary leaned into him, 
thrilling. Then he took his mouth off of her, remembering that Johnny was 
waiting. 

"I guess I'd better be leaving," he said. 

Mary buttoned up her dress and smoothed it down. 

"When you come back, take me with you?" 

"Maybe. I'll think about it," he answered. "I'd really be good for you." 

"I know." 

"I'd be better than anyone else, Mac." 

Things were getting a little too close for Mac's comfort. Sometimes the 
price you paid for a suck was too high but it was in the nature of the game 
that you didn't know in advance just what the price was going to be. 

He lit a cigarette and stuffed his prick back into his pants. It was very 
peaceful where they were yet not a hundred yards away cars and trucks were 
screaming down the highway at tremendous speeds. He could even hear some 
birds chirping somewhere above him in the trees. 

He flipped his cigarette into the stream. "I've got to be going now Mary," 
he said. 

She stood up with him and he helped her up the embankment, taking her hand, 
squeezing it, looking down at her trim body and seriously considering her 
offer. 

"Be a good girl now while I'm gone," he said. 

"When will you be back?" 

"Soon baby." 

"I'll be right here," she said. 

"I know and so will I one of these days." 

"I hope so." 

Mac decided not to go into the diner, kissing Mary good-bye outside and 
going directly to the truck. He slid in behind the wheel and gave the horn a 
couple of toots. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Johnny stood up, gulping down the last of his coffee. Mary came in looking 
as if nothing at all had happened, as if she and Mac had just gone for a 
simple walk in the woods. He gave her a wave goodbye as he went out the door 
and scratched his balls tenderly at the same time. 

Mac was idling the engine by the time Johnny climbed up into the cab. He had 
a cigarette stuck in his face. Johnny sat back and relaxed, knowing that for 
the next four or five hours at least he'd be able to let his mind wander. 

"How'd it go?" he asked. 

"Mary's a great girl. I'm thinking of bringing her home with me," replied 
Mac. 

"You're kidding." 

"Nope, ditch Alice and replace her with Mary. A nice little switch," said 
Mac. 

"Think it'll be that easy to get rid of Alice?" 

"No, but it can be done." 

"Anything can be done if you're willing to pay the price." 

"True enough," said Mac, "Listen, you wanna just ride straight through to 
the coast?" 

"If the ICC boys catch us it might get rough," commented Johnny as he looked 
out the window at the gently rolling hills beyond the highway. It was still 
a nice day and it looked as if it was going to be a nice night too. 

"So? We fix up the log book that's all. I've done it before." 

"So have I. OK, straight through." 

"Hope I didn't take too long back there," said Mac. 

"That's OK. I figured you were enjoying yourself." 

"She's got fantastic boobs, real hard and a cunt that won't quit," said Mac 
smiling. 

"I never would have objected to chewing off a little piece of her myself," 
said Johnny. 

"You're more than welcome," said Mac. 

"Naw, I don't think she likes me." 

"Mary likes almost everybody," said Mac. 

"Maybe you're right but I still think you're crazy if you bring her back 
with you," said Johnny. 

"I've got enough time to think about it." 

"You see how much thinking you do." 

The big rig handled well and Mac settled easily into the routine of driving. 
There wasn't that much traffic out on the highway so he pushed the 
speedometer up to seventy and kept it there for a while. 

In that way they were able to make good time. If they kept at it they should 
be on the coast in three days. They weren't supposed to drive more than 
eight hours apiece per day according to the regulations. 

But rules were always meant to be broken and as long as they managed to fix 
up their log book they wouldn't get into any trouble. The ICC could get 
rough when they had to and their rules were meant only for the protection of 
those on. the road so neither Johnny or Mac had any real objections to them. 

They were primarily meant for the guy who would drive for twenty hours 
straight and then get into an accident because he fell asleep at the wheel. 
Both Mac and Johnny had perfect safety records and neither one of them was 
going to do anything at all which would jeopardize that fact. 

They stopped for dinner at a place, had a lot of coffee and even got some to 
go. Mac filled up his thermos and when they got back into the cab Johnny 
went up in the little bunk that lay behind the seat and made sure that 
everything was arranged. 

It was comfortable back there and Johnny had spent many a night sleeping in 
bunks of that sort, being lulled to sleep. It was almost the same feeling 
that you got when you were in a train. 

He always liked it and had no trouble at all in falling asleep. Of course 
after a couple of days of it you tended to forget what a bed was like which 
wasn't so good. 

"All set?" asked Mac. 

"Let 'er roll," replied Johnny. 

Johnny climbed down, Mac preferring to drive for a while longer. They never 
did it by hours, only by how the other fellow felt. Over the course of 
several days and thousands of miles it averaged out evenly. 

Traffic died down almost completely as they barrelled along. Johnny poured 
himself some coffee out of Mac's thermos and laced it with scotch. The first 
day and night were the roughest. After that the schedule became routine and 
it wasn't so hard. 

Things were quiet enough until they saw a car stopped by the side of the 
road. Their bright lights picked up a woman waving a white handkerchief. 

Mac applied the air brakes and the big truck came to a halt a few yards 
beyond the car. 

"What do you think?" asked Mac. "Let's take some tire irons just in case." 

"OK, I'll take one side, you the other." 

"Right." 

It was the simplest thing in the world to do-use a woman as a decoy, waylay 
the driver or drivers when they stopped to help and you had a nice little 
highjacking. 

Mac and Johnny approached the car cautiously, both of them going around to 
the sides, shining their flashlights all around, making sure the girl was 
alone. 

Once they were satisfied they walked up to her. She was in her late 
twenties, attractive with long red hair and large breasts. She was wearing 
slacks which showed off her ass to good advantage. 

"I'm so glad you stopped, I've been here for almost an hour," she said 
breathlessly. 

"What's the matter?" asked Mac. 

"I don't know, it just started to clink a little, then the lights went dim 
and it stopped. Nobody would stop for me," she said. 

"I'll take a look," said Johnny. 

"Where are you going?" asked Mac. 

"To Asliton, it's down the road about sixty miles." 

"Long way to walk," said Mac. 

Johnny had his head under the hood, poking around. He was no mechanic by any 
means but if it wasn't too bad he could fix it. 

"Got a cigarette?" asked the girl. 

"Sure." 

Mac handed her one and lit it for her, noticing how she held his hand as she 
inhaled. Mac flicked off his flashlight, ideas coming into his head. 

"It's the distributors," said Johnny. 

"What's that mean?" asked the girl. 

"It means that I think I can fix it, at least well enough so that you can 
get to a gas station." 

"Oh, I'd really appreciate it," she said. 'There are rules of the road 
lady," said Mac. "I was afraid of that," she said. "Let's go," said Johnny. 
"Right." 

"Wait, you aren't going to leave me here are you?" she asked. 

"Somebody else'll stop," said Mac. "What if they don't?" 

"Sleep in your car and wait till morning so you can hitch." 

"Wait. Fix it for me." 

"You sure?" asked Johnny. 

"I think you're both sort of cute anyway. I'm over twenty-one," she replied. 

"Wanna go?" asked Mac. 

"You first, I'll play with this for a while," answered Johnny. 

"OK." 

Johnny went and got the tools out of the truck while Mac put out some flares 
on the road and flicked on the flashers. 

"Up in back," said Mac. 

The girl climbed into the cab and looked around. "I've one of these before. 
Mac flicked off his flashlight, ideas coming into his head, head. 

"There's a first time for everything. Get up there and undress." 

There was just room for someone to sit up in the bunk by leaning over. The 
girl unbuttoned her sweater slowly while Mac watched. The tops of her 
breasts bulged out over her bra. She laid down so she could unzip her slacks 
and slide them down her fine legs. 

Then she sat up again, reaching behind her and unfastening the hook on her 
brassiere. Hunching her shoulders forward she slid the arm-straps down and 
off. 

Her breasts were large. So were the nipples. The horny girl stared at Mac, 
right into his eyes. 

"Satisfied?" she asked. "So far." 

Then she laid down and slid her panties off. Mac took off his clothes 
quickly and climbed up so he could lie down next to her. She immediately 
wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed him, thrusting her 
tongue into his mouth. 

Mac put one of his hands on her breasts, rubbing them furiously, exciting 
her and making her nipples erect and harden. Then he began to rub her pussy. 

He took his middle finger and slipped it in between her folds and poked and 
probed it around, making her moan as she got more and more excited and 
aroused. 

Her pussy lubricated freely as he fingerfucked her. She sucked on his tongue 
and played with his hair a lot as she writhed around on his driving finger. 

"Now suck me," ordered Mac. 

The girl sat up as he took his finger out of her. She leaned over him, the 
tip of her tongue snaking out so it could swirl around the head of his 
prick. 

Mack rubbed the soft skin on her back while she parted her lips and lowered 
her head down along the shaft. At the same time her hands worked expertly on 
his testicles. 

Mac moved his pelvis upwards giving her an easy but satisfying mouthfucking. 
Then he finally lifted her head off of his glistening and shining prick so 
he could lay her down. 

She sucked in breath as fast as she could, her breasts heaving up and down 
on her chest. Mac took his fingers and spread the folds of her pussy apart, 
revealing the sensitive inner flesh. He mashed his mouth against her hairy 
sex mound, thrusting his tongue into her. 

Suddenly, he took his mouth away and pulled himself up on her body, jamming 
his cock against her cunt. Without a pause, he shoved himself into her, 
filling her twat with the thickness of his cock, thrilling her with the 
throbbing of its thickness. She was immediately sent into ecstatic 
convulsions, and readied herself to come. 

In her cunt she felt the power of his whole circumference. 

The girl raked her fingernails across his back as hard as she could as she 
had another orgasm. Her come bolted out of her inner pussy and lubricated 
her canal even more than it already was. 

Mac dug himself into her, wanting to finish her off. He put on a burst of 
speed as he felt his testicles tighten and go numb in their protective sack. 

They spat a loadfull of come up into her seething vagina, searing her out 
with their hot cargo. When he had finished coming, Mac still wasn't 
satisfied so he pulled his still erect prick out of her cunt and rolled her 
over onto her side. 

"Like it like this baby?" 

"Oh yes, yes," she panted. 

Mac spread her buttocks and pressed the head of his prick against the tight 
circle of asshole flesh. Then he began to push himself in, crushing the girl 
against the back of the bunk. 

Her asshole clutched and grabbed at his prick as he gradually filled her up. 
She panted heavily, Mac frictioning her now, picking up speed. He reached 
down and rammed two fingers up into her pussy and began to ream her out. 

She bucked wildly backwards into him as she reached climax, her pussy 
breasts heaving as she fought for her breath. Her canal filled with come and 
more lubrication as she came. 

Mac put on a burst of speed, heading for the finish line. Pleasure/pain 
filled her body as he dug his prick into her tight little asshole as hard as 
he could. 

She moaned loudly, her eyes shut as Mac squirted a load full of hot come up 
into her writhing body. His balls emptied themselves and then he pulled 
himself out of her quickly and rolled over onto his back, breathing hard and 
fast. 

"Not bad," he said. 

"Oh, more, more." 

"Soon baby, soon." 

An occasional car would pass them and Mac hoped that nobody got it into 
their head to stop. Johnny could probably handle the situation if it did 
arise. 

He got dressed and lit a cigarette, looking in the large rear vision mirror, 
trying to spot Johnny. He was fiddling around under the hood and Mac decided 
to go give him a hand. 

"Through already?" asked Johnny. 

"I wanted to save some for you." 

"I fixed this, why don't you just stay here to make it look good. Where is 
she?" 

"In the bunk, red hot." 

"Just the way I like 'em," said Johnny. 

"Well, she's all yours." 

"OK, I won't be long," he said as he started to walk over to the truck, his 
prick already half hard. 

"Take your time." 

Johnny climbed up, the girl still moaning a little. She had gotten her 
breath and was smoking a cigarette. She watched as Johnny got undressed, his 
muscular body exciting her. 

He climbed up beside her, taking her cigarette and flipping it out of the 
window. The girl immediately put her hand between his legs so that she could 
stroke his prick with her fingertips, making it hard and ready to be used. 

Johnny gave her breasts a good, hard, fast going over as their tongues 
swirled around one another, the girl clutching him with her free hand. She 
teased and pleased his testicles at the same time as Johnny began to rub her 
pussy. 

It was all wet and mushy from her come and lubrication and Johnny decided 
that he might have to forego eating her. He took his mouth off of hers and 
lay down. She knew what he wanted her to do and she wanted it just as badly 
as he did. 

The tip of her tongue ran around the ridges on the head of his prick while 
she held it steady with her hand. Johnny rubbed her back, sitting up so he 
could cup one of her breasts from the rear, inching its nipple, making it 
excite and erect. 

The girl opened her mouth and slowly took him into her dark, moist cavern. 
Johnny applied more pressure on her boob, kneading the ample flesh between 
his fingers, beginning to move his prick upwards deeper into her mouth. 

Her lips squeezed his shaft as hard as they could and she used her teeth 
expertly on him as she bobbed her head up and down. Johnny spread her 
buttocks and rammed his middle finger up into her asshole, hurting her a 
little. 

Delicious pain, exciting and different, spread throughout her body. It was 
added incentive for her to suck on him as well as she could. She took his 
prick out of her mouth, nuzzling her nose into his sack. 

Her tongue licked his testicles all over before she opened her mouth as wide 
as she could, taking his balls into her and sucking on them. Johnny's finger 
slammed in and out of her asshole, making her whimper in gratitude and 
satisfaction. 

Then she gently let them plop out, running the tip of her tongue slowly up 
the sensitive underside of his shaft till she reached the head. She put him 
back in her mouth again and began to bob up and down furiously on him. 

Johnny ripped his finger in and out of her, stretching her tender flesh, 
hurting her, exciting her even more than she already was. She twisted her 
head around on his prick, trying to suck his juice right out of his 
testicles. 

Johnny didn't want to come that way so he pulled his finger out of her 
asshole and lifted her head off of his prick. She immediately lay down, 
spreading her legs, anxious for his prick to be where it really 
belonged-inside of her. 

Johnny willingly obliged her, finding her hole and slamming his cock up into 
her hard, nearly splitting her in two. She sucked in her breath sharply and 
dug her fingernails into his back. 

She flung her head from side to side on the tiny pillow as Johnny frictioned 
her, digging his toes into the sheet so he could apply as much of his body 
weight as he could. 

She came again, her come spasming out of her young, eager body almost as 
fast as she could produce it. She overflowed, white come beginning to 
trickle out from between her throbbing cunt lips. 

Johnny felt her touch his testicles, milking them. He mashed his mouth 
against hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Then his balls grew tight 
in their protective sack and he began to squirt his load of hot come up into 
her writhing body. 

Their pelvises slapped together noisily as he gave it everything he had, 
racing for the finish line. He salvoed into her again, searing her out with 
his burning juices before his testicles were hanging loose and empty, her 
hands still trying to milk them. 

The girl's cunt lips squeezed his shaft as he slowed to a gradual halt. He 
took his mouth off of hers, allowing her to catch her breath. Then he got 
down onto the seat and dressed, going outside, over to the car where Mac was 
smoking a cigarette. 

"Finished?" asked Mac. 

"Yeah." 

"I took a look at your handiwork," said Mac indicating the engine. "And?" 

"I don't think it'll hold." 

"Neither do I," said Johnny. 

Just then the girl came out of the car and walked over to them. 

"Is it alright?" she asked. 

"It might get you to a gas station," said Mac. 

"Look, you go ahead; we'll follow you. If you break down we'll give you a 
lift," said Johnny. 

"OK," said the girl. 

She got into the car and drove off down the highway. 

"Some piece of ass," said Mac as they walked towards the truck. 

Johnny got behind the wheel and started the engine. "I'll say. Wish there 
were more like her around." 

"There are thousands," said Mac as he reached under the seat for his bag. He 
pulled out a bottle of rye and swallowed some. "Want a nip?" he asked 
Johnny. 

"No thanks." 

Mac drank away, beginning to feel sleepy. "Want to go all night?" 

"Let's see what happens." 

"OK, fair enough." 

Mac gurgled away at his rye, feeling pretty good about things. The night was 
clear and cool, the kind of night that you felt you could drive forever 
through. 

"There she is," said Johnny. 

Up ahead they could see a car conked out by the side of the road. 

"Told you that thing would never hold." 

"I'm no mechanic." 

"OK, pull over; let's give her a lift," said Mac. 

Johnny slowed the truck down, coming to a halt in back of her. The girl 
walked up as Mac opened the door. She sat on his lap. 

"Thanks," she said. "I was hoping it would be you." 

She reached down and brought the bottle up to her lips, pulling at it. Mac 
took the opportunity to slip his hands in under her sweater so he could cup 
her breasts from the rear, rubbing them. 

The girl started to move her ass around on Mac's crotch, giving him a 
hard-on. Johnny drove fairly slowly, knowing what was going to happen. Mac 
started to kiss the back of the girl's neck as he continued to rub her 
breasts. 

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" he asked. 

"I could say the same thing about you." 

"Get up for a minute," said Mac. 

She leaned forward, off of him. Mac took his pants down, his prick standing 
straight up. Then he unzipped her slacks and slid them, along with her 
panties down her legs. 

"OK, try this on for size," he said. 

The girl carefully sat down on him, making sure that the head of his cock 
was between her lips. She lowered herself down until he was buried inside of 
her. 

"Much better," she said as she took another drink. 

Mac started to move around, the head of his prick hitting different spots 
far up inside of her pussy. He managed to rub her breasts at the same time 
as well. 

The girl began panting and moved herself up a little so he could friction 
her. Mac moved upwards, slashing his prick up into her canal. He took his 
hands off of her breasts so that he could grab hold of her hip better and 
hold her better. 

His hairy pelvis slapped hard against her buttocks as he gave it to her, the 
girl moaning loudly and gritting her teeth as she started to come. She still 
must have been excited from the double fucking she had just gotten because 
it didn't take her long at all to reach a climax. 

Her hands gripped the dashboard, the knuckles white as she came, her thick 
juices splashing down the length of her canal, sopping Mac's prick and 
balls. 

Johnny began to get excited himself, listening to the sounds and all. He 
concentrated on driving, lighting a cigarette in an attempt to calm his 
nerves. 

Mac ripped up into her viciously, pulling her pelvis down to meet his cock 
as it went up, burying itself far into her seething pussy. Then he came, 
gushing into her, mixing his own come with hers far up in the inner recesses 
of her pussy. 

The girl gritted her teeth as she felt it sear and burn her, exciting her 
even more. Then she sat down as she felt Mac's prick begin to go soft and 
useless. Mac leaned back, taking a couple of swallows out of the bottle, 
knowing he would have to pick up another one some place soon. 

The girl reached over and unzipped Johnny's fly, taking his limp prick out. 
She got her head down between his legs and put it into her mouth, holding it 
there until it got hard. 

The truck started to weave over the road a little, Johnny's concentration 
being somewhat less than what it should be. Her hands worked on his 
testicles as she sucked on him. Mac took the opportunity to squirm out from 
underneath her and slip a couple of fingers up into her canal. 

As she sucked on Johnny, Mac finger-fucked her, making her whimper her 
gratitude. Johnny slowed down to about twenty, not wanting to take any 
unnecessary chances. 

Mac stretched her pussy flesh, flooding her with delicious pleasure/pain as 
he ripped his fingers in and out of her. Her head moved up and down on 
Johnny's prick, sucking the come right out of his testicles. 

Johnny let go, sending a sack full of hot come up the length of his shaft 
and into her waiting mouth. She came at the same time, wiggling her ass 
backwards, harder into Mac's plunging fingers. 

She sucked as hard as she could, making sure she got everything Johnny had 
to offer her in the way of liquid refreshment. It was all he could do to 
keep the big rig on the road but he managed. Mac slapped his fingers up into 
her, digging away, reaming her out nice and good. 

The girl waited until Johnny's testicles were hanging loose in their sack 
before she took her mouth off of his cock which was glistening from her 
saliva. 

She moved backwards, wanting to come again on Mac's fingers. 

"Harder, harder," she moaned. 

Johnny lit another cigarette, his heart pounding in his chest. Mac dug his 
fingers into her, pinching her sensitive pussy flesh, making her yell and 
come at the same time. 

Her stomach muscles went hard as she ejaculated, her juice flowing freely 
and willingly out of her pussy. Mac gave her ass an affectionate slap after 
he had taken his fingers out of her cunt. 

The girl gasped in air as fast as she could, her large breasts flopping all 
over her chest. Johnny stuffed his prick back into his pants and started to 
pick up speed. 

She squeezed in between them after she had pulled up her pants. Mac offered 
her the bottle which she gladly accepted. 

"Been quite a night for you, hasn't it?" asked Mac. 

"That goes double," she said. "Live around here?" asked Johnny. "Asliton," 
was the reply. "What do you do?" asked Mac. "I'm just a housewife." 

"Well, what does your husband do?" 

"He's the sheriff," she answered. "Holy shit," said Johnny. "Don't worry 
boys, I had fun tonight," she said. 

"If you say so," said Mac. 

"Listen, if you lived where I did and did what I did for excitement, you'd 
understand," she said. 

"Dull, huh?" asked Johnny, wiping his mouth with the back of his hairy hand. 

"Like living in a graveyard." 

"Why don't you move?" asked Johnny. Mac, vacantly staring out the window, 
was half drunk. 

"He'd come after me and kill me most likely." 

"That's reason enough to stay where you are," said Johnny. 

"It is for me," she said. 

The bright lights picked out a road sign. "It's just about a mile up the 
road," she said. 

"I saw the sign." 

Johnny slowed down until he finally stopped, the air brakes whooshing 
loudly. "Thank you," she said as she got out. "Anytime lady," said Mac. She 
walked down the exit road, swinging her ass from side to side. Johnny and 
Mac watched her for awhile, then he started pulling away. Mac was beginning 
to get out of it. Johnny wasn't tired so he figured he'd drive for awhile, 
then pull over and sleep. 

"Great piece of ass," said Johnny. 

"Yeah. I've seen a lot that I wouldn't mind taking home with me," mumbled 
Mac. 

"You always want to take something home with you." 

"One of these days I'm gonna do it too." 

"I imagine you are. Get your head blown off too." 

"Me? Never. How you feel?" asked Mac. "Not as good as you do." 

"Naw, I'm OK." 

"Why don't you jimmy the log book?" suggested Johnny. "Good idea." 

Mac reached into the glove compartment and got the book out. He filled in 
some stuff, making sure it all made sense. Then he replaced it and lit a 
cigarette. 

"Soon as I sober up a little I'll drive a ways." 

"Why don't we just pull over for a couple of hours," suggested Johnny 
beginning to feel tired. 

"Whatever you say. I really don't feel like driving anyway." 

Johnny drove for almost an hour more before he pulled over into one of those 
roadside places. There were restrooms there and tables where people could 
picnic. "OK, want the bunk?" asked Johnny. "Naw, the seat's fine." 

"I'll set the flares." 

Johnny did that and returned to the cab, taking off his clothes down to his 
shorts before he climbed into the bunk. 

"Shit, there's a big puddle up here," he said. 

"What'd you expect, she was a healthy girl." 

"I don't suppose there's an extra sheet anywhere." 

"What do you think?" 

"Fuck. Well, no sense complaining about it," he said. 

"First one up, wake the other," said Mac sleepily. "Right" 

Johnny was amazed how quickly he fell asleep. He had driven a long way that 
day and while the cab was just as comfortable as a car in many respects, it 
was still very tiring. 

Mac woke up the next morning with a hangover and an upset stomach. He 
decided not to wake Johnny and headed for the crapper immediately, his 
stomach wracked with cramps. 

It was still pretty early so after he took his shit he got back into the cab 
and went to sleep for a couple of more hours. Johnny was out cold behind him 
and it was hard for Mac to wake somebody up because he knew how it made him 
feel. 

Nevertheless at about ten in the morning, he shook Johnny awake. Johnny 
opened his eyes and stretched. He had slept very well and felt strong and 
rested. 

"Got anything to eat?" he asked. 

"I'll see," said Mac. 

He rumaged around in his bag and managed to find a couple of rolls that his 
wife had stuck in there. 

"I'll be damned," he said, feeling them to make sure they weren't hard as 
rocks. 

"That'll do," said Johnny swinging his legs over the side. "Lemme have some 
coffee if there's any left." 

Mac shook the thermos. "Some, it'll be pretty cold." 

"I don't care." 

Johnny just wanted to get something into his stomach. Later on they could 
stop for a real breakfast. He always got nauseous if he didn't eat something 
when he first got up. 

After he finished he lit a cigarette and looked around. There was a field 
beyond and he decided to stretch his legs a little bit. He dressed and while 
Mac collected the flares and put them away and shut off the blinkers he went 
for a walk. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was real quiet and peaceful where they were. Johnny saw a tiny lake about 
a hundred yards beyond where he was standing. He ground out his cigarette 
and went back to the truck. 

"There's a nice, small and beautiful lake out there," he said to Mac. 
"Where?" 

"Just over the top of that little hill." 

"Hot damn, think I'll take me a swim, my prick smells a little too ripe. We 
got the time?" 

"Sure," said Johnny. "Coming?" 

"Naw, I'll just lay out here." 

Mac got a towel and some soap out of his bag and started walking in the 
direction of the lake. He found it all right and went down, first taking off 
a shoe to put an exploratory toe into the water. 

It was cold all right, no doubt about it but it would be just the thing he 
needed to cure him. He took off his clothes and took the soap in with him. 
He waded in up to his waist, then sat down, going underwater. 

It was a definite shock to his system but it got everything going all right. 
As soon as Mac's teeth stopped chattering he realized that it wasn't that 
cold after all. 

He took the soap and lathered himself up, wading over close to the shore and 
throwing the soap in the general direction of his clothes and towel which 
were lying on the grass. 

Then he dived back into the lake, swimming underwater so that when he 
finally surfaced he was clean and free of soap. He swam around for a while, 
did some floating on his back and generally enjoyed himself. 

The sun was hot but the lake was shaded by three branches. He splashed 
around and then decided it was time to be getting back. It was then that he 
saw her. 

She was sitting halfway up the hill, partially hidden by a tree against 
which she was leaning. 

He couldn't see that much of her except that she had blonde hair and was 
wearing dungaree shorts and a blouse. 

"How long have you been there?" Mac called stopping with the water at his 
waist. 

The girl got up and walked down to where his clothes were. "Couple of 
minutes. That your truck out there?" 

"Yeah. Mind turning around so's I can get out?" 

"Come on out anyway." 

"I'm bashful." 

"Well, if you won't come out, I might as well come in," she said. "Suit 
yourself lady." 'Turn around," she said. "Why should I?" 

"I'm bashful." 

Mac turned around, curious to find out what she wanted. He heard her walking 
into the water. "Can I turn around?" he asked. 

"Not yet." 

Mac stood there, feeling a little foolish. Then he felt her hand on his 
back. "OK, now," she said. 

Mac turned and just then she dived underwater, giving him a quick look at 
her buttocks with a tuft of curly black hair between them. Mac swam after 
her, trying to figure out where she'd surface. 

He was close enough so that in the time it took for her to turn her head 
around to see where he was, he was able to quickly dive under the water 
himself. 

He saw her legs standing in front of him. He reached out and grabbed an 
ankle, pulling it upwards as he stood up in the chest high water. The girl 
fell over backwards, squealing in delight. 

She flopped around, Mack still holding her by the ankle. Now he could see 
her pink nipples on her pear shaped breasts. She was definitely young but 
her body looked hard and nice. 

"Let go, let go," she demanded. 

He did as she asked and she stood up and moved the hair out from in front of 
her eyes. "I'm Jane," she said. 

"Hello, do you always go skinny dipping with strangers?" 

"If I like their looks I do. Sure. Why not?" 

"You're not so bad yourself," he said as he stepped forward. 

The girl tried to get away so she could tease him some more but Mac grabbed 
her around her waist and pushed her backwards into the water. At the same 
time he managed to fall on top of her. Somehow he found her mouth with his. 
He felt her tongue go into his mouth along with a lot of water. They rolled 
around until they surfaced, their arms around one another. 

Jane broke away, still holding on to him, coughing a little. Mac pressed his 
crotch into her stomach and he heard her breath begin to quicken slightly. 

He reached down, rubbing one of her breasts, playing with the nipple, making 
it erect between his fingers. Jane played with his prick until Mac led her 
towards the shore. 

They sat down in very shallow water and fondled one another. Mac kissed her 
again, this time twisting his mouth around on hers a lot as he played with 
the folds of her pussy. 

Jane's hands were on his prick and testicles, getting them both hard and 
ready. Then Mac took his mouth off of hers and scooped her up into his arms 
and carried her towards the shore. 

He knelt down so she could pick up his towel and then he headed for the 
woods. 

"Over there, by that tree." she said. 

Mac went over to where she had indicated. Yeah, it was a good spot in that 
someone standing on the top of the hill wouldn't be able to see you if you 
were lying down. 

Which was exactly what they were going to do. Jane spread the towel and laid 
on it, her legs opened, offering her young, exciting body to him to do 
whatever he wanted. 

Mac laid down beside her, leaning over her so that he could suck on one of 
her nipples and rub her pussy at the same time. Jane wrapped her arms around 
neck, leaning into him. Above their heads birds sang in the trees. 

She lubricated freely indicating her eagerness to be fucked. Mac took his 
mouth off of her breast, moving downwards to put his face between her legs. 

Her pussy smelled sweet and fresh from the water. The hairs glistened and 
shined. Mac nuzzled his nose into her, running his tongue up and down, just 
inside her slit. 

Jane moaned in anxious anticipation of the fuck that was to follow as he 
suddenly thrust his tongue up into her canal, digging his fingers into her 
buttocks. 

He ate her like that for a while before he finally moved around so that his 
prick was inches from her mouth. Jane opened her lips and took him into her 
mouth, her hands rubbing his thighs, his buttocks as Mac pushed himself 
downward, making her cheeks bulge from the thickness of his long, hard 
shaft. 

He gave her a good mouthfucking while he sucked some come out of her 
writhing body. Jane took everything he had to give her, her hands beginning 
to milk his testicles. 

Mac pumped himself downwards, forcing the head of his cock into Jane's 
throat. He found her love button and sucked on the sensitive little nub of 
pussy flesh, thrilling her immensely. 

Then he took his face off of her seething cunt, wanting to fuck her badly. 
He crawled over her, Jane guiding his prick to the entrance to her throbbing 
sex mound. 

He shoved himself in, feeling her walls spread to accommodate him. Her pussy 
was small and tight and he hurt her as he began to slam himself in and out 
of her, banging his pelvis off of hers violently. 

Jane moaned loudly, her hands digging into the earth, her arms spread making 
her lovely hard breasts shake as Mac continued to pound away at her pussy. 

"Oh, I'm coming, harder," she moaned. 

Mac did his best, rearing back and digging into her hard and fast, filling 
her with pleasure/pain which added another, exciting, dimension to what she 
was already experiencing. 

She bucked up into him and Mac could tell that she was having her orgasm. He 
made it as good for her as he possibly could, using long, hard strokes, 
designed for maximum penetration. 

He mashed his mouth against hers, almost cutting his lip as he sucked on her 
tongue. He felt her fingernails clutching at his back and shoulders as come 
oozed out of the inner recesses of her body to flow steadily down the entire 
length of her canal. 

Their bodies slapped noisily together for a long while, Jane having one more 
orgasm. She reached behind him so she could milk his testicles, anxious and 
eager for his come to be deep inside her body. 

Her hands did the trick, Mack giving in so he could squirt a load into her. 
His thick cream bathed out her insides, adding new heat to her already 
seething pussy. 

He gave it everything he had until his testicles were finally empty. Then he 
put on the brakes and came to a quick halt, breathing hard and fast. 

He laid inside of her until he knew his cock was soft and useless. He pulled 
out of her automatically releasing a lot of bottled up come and whey that 
oozed out from between Jane's cunt lips, streaking her inner thighs, still 
hot and wet from her body. 

"OK, a little splashy-poo and I'm off," said Mac. 

He picked up the towel and dropped it by the side of the lake before he ran 
in, splashing around for a couple of minutes. Then he got out and dried 
himself. 

In the meantime Jane had already dressed and was waiting for him. Together 
they walked back towards the picnic area. 

"Who are you traveling with?" asked Mac. 

"My husband." 

"Lovely." 

"He's very jealous," said Jane. "I'm sure he is." 

Ahead Mac could see their truck. There was also a Volkswagon parked nearby. 

"Your bug?" he asked. 

"Yes. I'd get into your truck as fast as you could." 

"Thanks for the advice, honey." 

"Thanks for the fuck, mister." 

They parted company, Mac preferring to sneak around by the side. He got a 
good look at her husband, a huge bruiser who was probably used to throwing 
punches and asking questions later. 

He made it to the truck all right, Johnny already being inside waiting for 
him. Mac slid behind the wheel. He could see the guy yelling at her, shaking 
her. Then he started to run towards the truck. Johnny raised his window and 
locked the door as Mac started the engine and began to pull out. The guy 
banged on the side of the cab, his fists like ham hocks. 

Mac tooted the horn a couple of times just to piss him off as he picked up 
speed. Once they were on the open road he brought the truck to sixty five, 
its normal cruising speed. 

"Don't ask me what happened," said Mac. 

"I can figure it out. I saw the girl head towards the lake and when she 
didn't come back it was lucky her husband didn't come looking for her," said 
Mac. 

"I started talking to him, otherwise he probably would have," said Johnny 
smiling. 

"Thanks pal, that's one I owe you," said Mac. 

"You don't owe me anything," said Johnny. "I'm sort of sorry I didn't join 
you." 

"She was really something, couldn't have been over nineteen if she was a 
day," said Mac. 

Mac drove easily. He had been doing it for a long time and liked it a lot. 
He got into the rhythm of the truck and the road and became one with it. He 
was very good at it and he was one of the few drivers that didn't make 
Johnny feel nervous. 

Mac kept on glancing into the rear vision mirror. Johnny knew that something 
was up and he could guess what it was but he wanted to avoid trouble if it 
was possible. 

So he ignored it or at least tried to. Johnny did the same thing. That went 
on for a good half an hour before the Volkswagen made its move. It suddenly 
darted in front of the truck, almost causing an accident. 

"Crazy bastard," cursed Mac as he weaved out of the way. 

"He's really looking for trouble," said Johnny. 

"I'll give it to him too." 

The Volkswagen kept on doing that, cutting the truck off as if it were 
daring Mac to run into him. Johnny could see that Mac was really getting 
pissed off. 

"Gonna be a dead bug soon," snarled Mac. 

"Cool off," cautioned Johnny. 

The Volkswagen did it just once too often, Johnny thinking that they were 
actually going to collide. Mac pulled ahead of the car and started to slow 
down. He stopped on the side of the broad, four lane highway. Beyond were 
some thickets which was where Mac figured they'd do it. 

"If he gets dirty, col'cock him," said Mac. 

"OK, it's your play." 

"You bet it is." 

Mac got down out of the cab, the driver getting out of the bug. The two men 
walked towards one another. The first thing Mac noticed was the size of the 
guy's arms. 

He was a gorilla, no doubt about it but he had a gut too. Maybe there was a 
lot of wind there. They walked right up to one another and as soon as the 
guy opened his mouth to say something, Mac buried his fist in his stomach. 

The guy let out a whoosh of air as he sort of doubled over. Mac tried to 
uppercut him but the guy swung a left which caught Mac on the side of the 
head, staggering him. 

Johnny and Jane watched as the guy missed with a roundhouse right which 
enabled Mac to hit him square in the nose. The pain was enough to flood his 
eyes with tears. Mac doubled him over again with a left to the gut, took a 
right in return which caught him on his chin but was able to knock the guy 
down with a right to his chin. 

The guy hit like a mule and when he fell he landed right on the seat of his 
pants with a startled expression on his face like he had never been knocked 
down before. 

"Stay down mister." 

"Fuck you." 

The guy started to get up but before he could Mac kicked him right in the 
face, sprawling him backwards on the gravel and dirt. Then he gave him a 
couple of kicks in his kidneys just for good measure. 

Blood streamed down the guys face from his nose. He wasn't out but he had 
most of the breath knocked out of him. He had balls, that was for sure 
because he rolled over onto his knees and got up. Mac could see that his 
legs were wobbly so he let the guy walk up to him before he snapped out a 
left and a right which flattened him. 

The guy was out cold, his eyes shut. Mac felt for blood on his face as he 
walked back to the truck. He got some rope and some water and went back to 
the guy. 

"You two come along," he said. 

Johnny walked over and helped Mac lift him up. He was still out of it so 
they had to half carry, half drag him into the woods. Jane walked along 
docily behind them. 

"Better find the biggest tree we can, he'll be mad as a wet hornet when he 
comes to," said Mac. 

"That one over there looks strong enough," said Johnny. 

They dragged him over and sat him down, Mac tying his hands behind his back, 
around the tree. Then he wound the rope around his chest a couple of times. 

They had enough left over so that they were able to secure his feet 
together. Mac and Johnny stood back, looking down at him. 

"Oughta do it," said Mac. 

"Wanna wake him up?" 

"Sure." 

Johnny got the water and splashed some on the guys face. He came around 
slowly. There wasn't much fight left in him but he still had some venom 
left. 

"What do you guys think you're pulling?" 

"You'll see pal," said Mac. 

He went over to Jane and stood in front of her. Then he slowly ran his hands 
over her supple breasts. The guy strained at the ropes which bound him to 
the tree but they held. 

Then Mac unbuttoned her top and took off her brassier. Jane didn't resist 
him at all, just standing there motionless, passive although Mac knew 
better. 

"Nice little woman you've got here pal," said Mac. 

"I'll kill you," said the guy. 

"I don't think so," said Johnny as he stood in back of the girl, rubbing her 
breasts, shaking them up and down. 

At the same time Mac took down her pants and panties, Jane stepping out of 
them willingly enough. She put her arms around the back of Mac's neck, 
tilting her head up for a kiss. 

Mac held her body as tightly against his as he could, his tongue slithering 
into her mouth and finding her own to swirl around it. Johnny took off his 
clothes, getting ready. 

The guy shook the tree violently, trying to break loose but it was obvious 
that she wanted it and wanted it badly too. Jane ground her crotch into 
Mac's leg, moaning, breathing faster and faster. 

Johnny played with the crack in her ass, feeling her asshole. Then Mac broke 
away, Jane turning around and reaching out and stroking Johnny's prick until 
it erected fully. 

Mac lit a cigarette and watched as Jane sank to her knees, her mouth open, 
her eyes half shut, her hands reaching out to pull Johnny closer to her so 
she could suck on him. 

"Good show huh?" asked Mac. 

The guy growled and got red in the face. 

"It'll get better pal, a lot better." 

"I'll kill both of you." 

"No you won't. You'll watch you wife getting it from two guys, that's what 
you'll do," said Mac. 

Jane's tongue licked the head of Johnny's prick all over, making it glisten 
and shine from her saliva. Her hands ran up and down his hairy, muscular 
thighs as she tenderly parted her lips and squeezed his head with them. 

Mac ground out his cigarette in the earth, kneeling behind her so he could 
pinch her nipples and rub her back, teasing her, making her suck on Johnny 
all the harder. 

She ran the tip of her tongue down the sensitive underside of his prick 
until she reached his testicles, then she opened her mouth and took them 
into her dark, moist cavern. Sucking on them, she heated them up in her own 
little oven. 

Mac applied more pressure on her breasts, throwing them all over her chest. 
They were hard little things, delightfully hard and exciting. Jane let 
Johnny's testicles fall gently out of her mouth, panting hard as she fought 
for her breath. 

Little animal sounds came from the back of her throat, whimperings, as she 
sucked on him in earnest, letting him send his cock almost down her throat. 

Mack left her breasts so he could take off his clothes. Once he was naked he 
knelt in back of her once again, kissing the nape of her neck, putting his 
hand between her legs so he could warm up her pussy. 

Jane responded by shutting her eyes and moving her head backwards and 
forwards along the entire length of Johnny's stiff rod. 

"Spread your legs baby," suggested Mac. 

Jane did that and Mac scooted in underneath her. He held his prick in his 
hand and rubbed her pussy with the hard head, exciting her more. Then he 
found the opening to her canal and once his head was in the right place he 
started to move her down. 

"Come on baby, slowly, that's it," he said. 

He let Jane sit down on him, her tight pussy clutching at his prick, 
exciting the shit out of him. She ground herself around, his rod completely 
filling her up. By moving the way she did, Jane was able to make his head 
hit new and different places, far up inside her pussy. Johnny gave her a 
good mouthfucking at the same time, slapping his pelvis against her face, 
Jane milking his balls. 

Mac moved her ass off of him a little bit so he could friction her. Johnny 
stepped back, allowing Jane to lean over a little bit. Her blonde hair 
streamed down evenly on either side of her face, framing it. Her breasts 
jiggled on her chest as Mac banged his cock upwards into her, splitting her 
in two. 

Johnny lit a cigarette and made sure that there was no way that the guy was 
going to be able to get loose. His testicles started to hurt so he went over 
and stood in front of Jane. 

"Finish the job," he said. 

"Ohhh, yes, yes." 

Jane immediately opened her mouth, greedily sucking on him. Johnny let her 
do whatever she wanted, just standing there with his cigarette in his hand, 
watching as she licked his head all over, her lips squeezing him as hard as 
they could. 

Mac drove himself upwards, keeping an exciting rhythm as Johnny felt his 
testicles ready themselves in their protective sack. 

"Here it comes baby," he panted. 

His cock spat come into her mouth, Jane thrilling as she felt it hit her 
tongue and slide around the inside of her mouth. She swallowed, writhing 
around on Mac's driving prick. 

Johnny salvoed into her once more and then he was finished. He stepped back, 
finishing his cigarette. The guy had his eyes closed, evidently preferring 
not to watch. 

Mac piledrived himself up into her, making her pant very heavily, fighting 
for her breath. Sweat ran down the sides of her body even though there was a 
breeze and they were protected from the sun by the trees. 

Mac dug his fingers into her hips, getting ready to come. Then he filled up 
her canal with his hot cream, making Jane overflow as she came with him, 
come and whey already beginning to dribble out from between her seething 
cunt lips. 

He pulled out of her. Jane rolled over onto her side, fighting for her 
breath. Mac stood up and patted his stomach, feeling good. 

"Well, any suggestions?" he asked. 

"As long as she's so hot-" said Johnny. 

"Two for the price of one huh?" 

"Yeah, it'd be fun." said Johnny. 

"OK, I'll take the rear door." 

"Fine by me," said Johnny. 

"Why don't you eat her first." 

"Don't mind if I do." 

Johnny knelt down on the grass and buried his face between Jane's legs. As 
soon as she knew what he was doing she wrapped her legs around the back of 
his neck, squirming her pussy into his lips and teeth as hard as she could. 

Johnny sent his tongue far up into her canal, keeping it there, poking and 
probing it around as he cupped her buttocks and rolled her over so fhat she 
was lying on him. 

His lips and teeth provided enough pleasure/pain for Jane so that she soon 
felt herself being propelled towards another orgasm. She ground her pussy 
down onto Johnny's face in a series of rapid movements, smearing come all 
over him. 

Johnny held her buttocks and jabbed his tongue in and out of her canal, 
waiting for her to come. She moaned loudly and Johnny applied as much 
pleasure as he could. 

Hot whey flowed freely down the entire length of her canal, into his sucking 
mouth. Johnny lapped it all up, making a lot of noise as he ate her out. 

"She that good with you?" Mac asked the boy. 

"I'll cut off your balls." 

Johnny's prick was stiff and standing straight up as he ate Jane. Jane 
pressed herself downward, impaled on his tongue. Johnny swirled it around 
her love button, spiralling her upwards in another, more powerful orgasm. 

"Now watch this pal," said Mac. 

Mac lay down beside them, Johnny taking his cue and rolling Jane off of him 
so that Mac could spread the cheeks of her buttocks and press the head of 
his prick against her asshole. 

At the same time Johnny, after he had wiped his mouth off with the back of 
his hand also laid down, facing her so he could suck on her nipples. Jane 
gave herself to the two men completely, not caring about anything except 
their bodies and their pricks. 

Her breasts flamed with passion as Johnny gave them a good working over, 
kneading his fingers into them, covering them with wet, open mouthed kisses 
that soon had Jane spreading her legs. 

She cried a little as Mac pushed his prick up into her asshole, his hairy 
pelvis grinding against the soft, rounded curve of her buttocks. She closed 
her eyes as delicious pain swept over her body in waves of ever increasing 
size and power. 

Johnny continued to work on her breasts, rubbing her stomach and her thighs 
as well, making her more excited than she ever had been in her young life 
before. 

Mac withdrew his prick only to slide it up into her, frictioning her with 
long easy strokes, designed to make her go the distance, make her go to 
places she had never dreamed existed before. 

Then Johnny lay down beside her and put his prick at the entrance to her sex 
mound. As soon as Jane realized what he was going to do her hands eagerly 
clutched at him, drawing him even closer to her body. 

"Oh, yes, please," she moaned. 

She begged for it and Johnny slipped his prick up into her come and 
lubrication filled canal. She raised her upper leg and held on, her 
fingernails digging into Johnny's shoulders as if she needed support as he 
began to friction her. 

They both worked on her together, giving her a good double dose while the 
guy went beserk and started to thrash around, desperately trying to break 
the rope which held him bound to the tree. 

Jane started to come, throwing her head around in disbelief at what was 
happening to her. Never before had she tasted of the power and depths of her 
passions like she was doing now. 

Come bolted out of her body as she writhed around furiously, her body being 
hammered at fore and aft. Johnny and Mac picked up their speed, stabbing 
their long, thick cocks into her luscious flesh. 

Jane thought she was going to pass out she got so excited. The two men dug 
themselves into her relentlessly like two machines. Mac reached around and 
pinched Jane's nipples as hard as he could, sending out sharp flashes of 
thrills over her chest. 

Johnny put his hand under her thigh so he could keep her upper leg raised 
high in the air. His prick disappeared up between her hairy cunt lips, up 
into the depths of her body, banging off of the end of her canal, coming out 
again, the head appearing for a second before Johnny slammed himself into 
her once again. 

Mac was doing the same thing, mercilessly hammering away at her. Jane was 
having almost what constituted one continuous orgasm, her body going higher 
and higher. 

There was no time for her to catch her breath or to take a rest. Everything 
became one big blur, the only thing she was sure of was what the two pricks 
were doing to her. 

She was beside herself with passion and excitement, her eyes closed, the 
darkness punctuated by the sharp stabbings every time a prick was buried in 
her body. 

Johnny and Mac worked well together, bouncing themselves off of her, 
sandwiching her smaller body between their larger ones, almost crushing her 
as they fucked her. 

Come stained the ground, nourished it as Jane continuously overflowed, 
coming as fast as her body could produce it as if she were drawing on a 
bottomless well. 

"I'll get you guys if it's the last thing I do." 

"Her pussy is really tight," panted Johnny. 

"You keep it like that mister?" asked Mac. 

"I'll kill you both," he yelled. 

"I'll die happy, won't you Johnny?" 

"Oh shit, I sure will." 

Jane's fingernails dug into him. She thrashed around as if she were trying 
to get away from them but it was just the opposite. Mac felt his testicles 
tighten up and he knew he was going to come. Both he and Johnny put on a 
burst of speed, wanting to come in her at the same time if it were at all 
possible. 

They came close enough, Jane being submerged under their combined salvoes of 
hot, steaming come that flooded up into her seething body. She screamed out, 
making a horrible face. They pumped their pricks into her as hard as they 
could, never letting up for a second until their testicles were banging 
loose and empty in their sacks. 

Johnny and Mac breathed hard as they rested. Jane was still moving her 
pelvis forwards and backwards into their rods as they started to get soft 
and useless. 

Mac was the first to pull out, standing up and putting on his clothes. 
Johnny followed and they even took time for a cigarette, watching Jane as 
she rolled over onto her back, her legs spread, wanting more cock. 

"Let's make it," said Mac. 

"Yeah," answered Johnny." 

"See you pal," said Mac. 

"You can count on it." 

Johnny and Mac walked quickly through the woods to their truck. Johnny took 
the wheel. He started the truck up and pulled out quickly. They had a lot of 
time to make up. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"He meant what he said," said Johnny. 

"About killing us?" 

"Yes." 

"He'll cool down." 

"All the same I'm gonna hightail it as they say, put some distance between 
him and us." 

"He'll never be able to catch us in that bug anyway." 

"Girl had an unbelievable pussy," said Johnny. 

"She was worth it, no question about it." 

"You handled him OK, he was big." 

"He had a soft gut," said Mac. 

"That poor girl is really gonna get it when he gets loose," said Johnny as 
he steadily pushed the speedometer needle up. 

"Serves her right," said Mac. 

"Ah, she's a kid." 

"Sure, they all are, Johnny." 

"Yeah, I know," he agreed. 

Jane barely heard the guy talking to her. It sounded like he was a long way 
off. Her body was still floating somewhere in space, her cunt pulsating like 
mad. 

"Untie me damnit," he yelled. 

Jane's eyes fluttered open and she knew what was happening. She stood up on 
shakey knees and walked over to the tree. Her inner thighs were shining with 
come. 

She knelt down and untied him, the guy rubbing his wrists to get the 
circulation back in them. 

"What could I do Harry, they made me?" she whined. 

"Yeah, they sure did you little bitch." 

"You didn't do anything, you never should have made them stop," she said. 

Harry stood up, the sight of Jane's naked body exciting him. He had an idea. 
Sure, why not? They did, why shouldn't he? 

"Let's go back," she said. 

"No, there's something better we can do as long as we're here," he snarled 
at her. 

"No, I'm really sore." 

Harry answered her by taking off his clothes. "Suck it," he said. "No, I 
don't want to." 

"All right, we'll play it my way." 

"No, Harry, no." 

Harry grabbed her by her wrists and forced her down to the ground. He rolled 
her over onto her stomach and held her by the back of her neck with one hand 
while the other guided his prick to her asshole.. 

"No, no," she yelled. 

"You put out quickly enough for them." 

"They raped me." 

"Horseshit." 

Harry stabbed downward almost tearing her flesh as he buried his prick into 
her up to its hairy hilt. Jane writhed around, trying to throw him off but 
it was useless. 

He used his weight to pin her down while he buggered her. He went at it 
steadily and smiled when he felt Jane begin to wiggle her ass backwards into 
his incoming cock. 

"Like it now don't you?" 

"Oh, yes, yes." 

"Bitch." 

He covered her back with slaps which left angry red welts as he buggered 
her. He slammed downward, hurting her a lot but also thrilling her at the 
same time. 

He spread her cheeks so he could go in deeper. Jane moaned and dug her hands 
into the grass, holding on as she approached her orgasm. He didn't let up 
for a second as he fucked her with long, hard strokes. 

Then he pulled himself out of her, wondering what he was going to do to her 
next. 

"Suck it now bitch," he ordered. 

"Mmmm, give it to me." 

Jane rolled over onto her back, Harry squatting over her face. She eagerly 
opened her mouth, licking the sides of his prick and fondling with his 
testicles. 

Harry looked down as Jane stabbed out at his balls with the tip of her 
tongue, moaning, already beginning to gyrate her pelvis around in anxious 
anticipation of the fuck she would be getting. 

Harry took his prick in his hands and rubbed the head all over her face, 
teasing her with it. She closed her eyes, playing the game with him. Then 
her lips parted and Harry suddenly slipped it into her mouth, plunging it 
all the way down. 

Jane almost gagged as he viciously mouth-fucked her, making her cheeks bulge 
from the thickness of his prick. Nevertheless her hands continued to tease 
and please his testicles at the same time. 

She twisted her face around on his rod, breathing hard through her flaring 
nostrils. Harry really gave it to her for as long as he wanted to. Then he 
pulled it out, wanting to stick it up into her cunt. 

Jane sucked in her breath sharply, arching her chest upwards as he filled 
her up. It was almost relaxing and she immediately began to climb up to the 
heights where Johnny and Mac had brought her. 

She smiled as she ground her pussy into his cock wanting more and more of 
it, wishing there was another cock that could fuck her at the same time. 

She bucked her pelvis up to meet Harry's incoming prick as she came, giving 
in completely to the force and power and excitement of her orgasm. 

Harry was pissed off and he fucked her like he was, changing the angle of 
his penetration so he could hit different places up inside her white hot 
pussy. 

Jane moaned loudly, throwing her head from side to side on the grass as she 
felt the heat generated from her orgasm course through her body. Harry 
leaned over, sucking hard on one of her erected nipples, making her push her 
chest upwards, wanting him to take as much of her throbbing breast flesh 
into his mouth as he could. 

He slapped himself in and out of her, digging his toes into the ground for 
added leverage. He used his weight to excellent advantage, putting a lot of 
punch behind each and every thrust he made into her. 

Jane was beside herself, thrilling terribly, not really knowing what was 
happening, only knowing that she had never felt better in her life. Harry 
fucked the shit out of her, keeping her constantly up where the air was thin 
and everything was quiet and peaceful. 

They had been right: her pussy was tight. It felt like he was fucking a ten 
year old and it excited the shit out of him. Even though her canl was filled 
with come and lubrication he could still feel the side walls holding onto 
his prick. 

Then he came, bolting into her like a stallion, filling her up with what 
felt like gallons of come that rushed into her body almost drowning her in 
it. 

Jane yelled and the tendons in her neck stood out as she involuntarily 
arched upwards in response to his orgasm. Harry gave it everything he had, 
not caring anymore, just wanting to kill her with his cock if such a thing 
were possible. 

Jane loved it and was his willing partner. His come burned her out, filling 
her with even more desire but it was over entirely too soon for her liking. 

Harry stopped frictioning her, resting on top of her, his prick getting 
smaller and smaller inside her still seething body. Then he pulled it out, 
his mind turning to Mac and Johnny. 

He let Jane lie there until she got her breath, then he dragged her to her 
feet, dressed and made her do the same. 

"Oh Harry, that was wonderful," she moaned. 

"Shut up bitch," he snapped. 

He half pulled, half dragged her through the woods and shoved her into the 
car. Then he sped down the highway, looking for the truck. 

"Want some lunch?" asked Mac, "I've got an idea." 

"Sure, what's the idea?" 

"You'll see." 

Johnny kept the big truck at a steady seventy five which was faster than 
they should have gone but nevertheless they felt that they were justified. 
He spotted a good restaurant and he pulled into the large parking lot with 
the other trucks. 

"Put it around back," said Mac. 

"It's a little large to hide," said Johnny. 

"Do your best." 

"OK." 

Johnny managed to squeeze in behind another truck. He had parked in such a 
way so that their truck wasn't visible from the road at all. They went into 
the restaurant and had lunch and had just about finished when Mac put his 
hand on Johnny's arm. Johnny looked up and saw the Volkswagen cruising 
around in front of the place. 

They tensed, not knowing if the guy had spotted them or not. Finally he 
drove off. They had seen Jane's blonde head sitting in the front, her hair 
looking all tousled. 

"If he has any sense, he'll keep right on goin'," said Mac. 

"That's just what he's doing." 

"Well, old buddy, there go all our troubles." 

"Insofar as he's concerned." 

"What do you mean?" asked Mac. "It's a long way to the coast." 

"Sure is, sure is." 

It had really been a long time since they had eaten so they had two pieces 
of pie apiece, stuffing themselves. What with all the driving and fucking 
they were both pretty tired. That didn't mean anything because it was all 
the same to them. 

They paid and left, almost half expecting the guy to be waiting by their 
truck. He wasn't and when they slowly chugged off down the highway both of 
them were glad that they had seen the last of him. 

It got pretty monotonous after that. Johnny continued to drive, while Mac 
played housewife and straightened out the cab. In a way it was going to be 
their home for the next week and it being so small, it was very easy for it 
to become cluttered and messy. 

Neither one of them liked to do it but they both realized that it would be a 
lot better if they could keep some semblance of order. It was almost like 
being in the army again, memories that neither one of them particularly 
wanted to recall. 

Late that afternoon they changed, Mac doing the driving now. About twenty 
minutes after he took over, they ran into a tremendous thunder and 
lightening storm. 

It started out east at first but then the skies really got black as hell and 
thumder rumbled around up there and they both knew what they could expect. 

Unfortunately they were moving in the same direction the storm was. There 
was no way that they could ever outrun it so they just relaxed, thinking 
that it was definitely a lot cooler out. 

Then it began to lightning. The ran came down in sheets that made it hard to 
see. But the trucks plowed on though as if they were impervious to such 
things. 

Many cars were not, deciding it was better to pull off the road and wait 
then to risk having an accident. Visibility was definitely bad and poor Mac 
had a rough time of it. 

Also the road was somewhat slippery now and the handling characteristics of 
the truck changed considerably. Johnny relaxed, glad it wasn't him that had 
to drive through it. 

Occasionally lightening would strike the ground maybe a quarter of a mile 
away. It was scarey but both of them knew that they were perfectly safe in 
the truck. 

More and more cars pulled over. Mac put his bright lights on but they really 
didn't do too much good. Mostly he followed the lines in the road, knowing 
that it was very un-likely that he would run into anything. 

They went like that for hours, the worst part of it being that they knew 
they'd have a lot of time to make up for as soon as it stopped raining. It 
was under a bridge that they saw the two girls. 

They had their thumbs out and were soaked to the skin. Although it was very 
much against regulations, Mac stopped the truck several yards from where 
they were standing. They each had a little valise with them. 

"Wow, thanks a lot," said the blonde as she climbed up, Johnny making room 
for her. 

"Yeah," agreed the little brunette as she squeezed in too, almost sitting on 
her friends lap. 

"Pretty wet out there huh?" asked Mac. 

"We're soaked through," said the blonde. 

Johnny figured them to be college girls because they looked like they were 
nineteen or twenty, possibly even a few years older. They had hard 
cheerleader bodies and were definitely cute. 

"There's a bunk up there," said Johnny, "why don't you crawl up and dry 
off." 

"OK," said the blond, "I'm Betsy and this is Joan." 

"I'm Johnny and Mac is driving." 

Betsy maneuvered herself up into the bunk and took a towel out of her bag 
and dried her hair as best she could. The nipples on their breasts were 
showing plainly through their soaked shirts. Unfortunately they were wearing 
dungarees but that had its advantages too. 

As soon as Betsy had finished Joan climbed up and dried herself off as best 
she could. It was going to be a tight fit with four in the front so Johnny 
suggested that Joan stay where she was. Joan had no objections at all, 
liking it up there, thinking it was very cozy. 

"How far are you going?" asked Betsy. 

"California," answered Mac as he peered through the window. Johnny would do 
most of the talking so he could concentrate on the driving. The rain was 
still pouring down and it was very black out. He was only going about twenty 
five and he felt that even then he was pushing it more than he should have 
been. 

"So are we. Can you take us all the way?" asked Betsy. 

"I don't know," said Johnny. 

"I understand what you mean," said Betsy. 

"It's not only that. It's just that if we get caught we won't work for about 
a month," explained Mac. 

"We sure would appreciate it," said Joan. 

"How long will it take you to get there?" asked Betsy. 

"Three more days maybe," answered Johnny. 

"That'd be great," said Joan. "I'd go along with anything. Hitching really 
sucks." 

"It sure does," agreed Betsy. 

"We don't want to take advantage of you," said Johnny. 

"Listen, we're not virgins. Besides, you're not going to murder us or 
anything are you?" asked Joan. 

"Hardly," said Johnny. 

"Well, is it a deal?" asked Betsy. 

"Mac?" 

"If we get caught we'll have to put you out wherever it is," explained 
Johnny. 

"That's fair enough," said Joan. 

"OK," said Johnny, "it's a deal." 

"Far fucking out," said Betsy, leaning back in the seat, "California here we 
come." 

"There's some scotch under the seat, if you want some," said Johnny. 

Betsy found it and took a healthy swig out of it, passing it back to Joan 
who did the same. Then she passed it to Johnny who decided to pick up some 
more at the next opportunity. 

"You can't have any, you're driving," he said to Mac. 

"This rain is murder." 

"It'll let up in a few hours, see over there, how light it is compared to 
here?" 

"Yeah, you're right." 

Joan was stretched out in the back, her young breasts rising like two mounds 
on her chest. She hadn't bothered taking off her top which was still wet, 
making for a lovely profile. 

Betsy scrunched against the door, nipping at the scotch, obviously enjoying 
the ride and being very excited at being in a big truck. She kept on looking 
at all the gear shift levers and knobs on the dash board. 

It was a fairly complicated thing, not like the interior of a car at all and 
Johnny explained what everything was to her patiently, hoping that they 
wouldn't get caught with their two little girls. 

Johnny thought it over in his mind: if they were runaways it meant that he 
and Mac were probably kidnapping them, especially if they were underage 
which was likely. There were also state lines that were going to be crossed 
which meant it would be a federal offense instead of a state charge. 

He stopped there, that being quite enough for him. They were taking a big 
risk all right but that's the way they played the game. The rain began to 
diminish slightly enabling Mac to speed up a little. 

"Want to go straight through?" he asked Johnny. 

"Might as well. You good for a while longer?" 

"Yeah, want to sleep?" 

"I was thinking about it." 

"OK, it'll give us more room down here with you in the bunk anyway," said 
Mac. 

Johnny stripped down to his underwear, putting his rolled up clothes in the 
little hammocks that hung at either end of the bunk. It was just like a 
pullman berth and it even had a small curtain that drew across so that one 
guy could sleep in the daytime if he wanted to. 

Johnny climbed up, Joan moving over to make room for him. He was glad she 
wasn't a big girl, the bunk being much too small to accommodate more than 
one person really. 

Betsy now had more room and lit a cigarette as she gazed intently out of the 
window. Mac was now up to around fifty and all of the cars that had been 
forced to stop before were now back on the roads, some of them really 
tearing along in an obvious effort to make up for some of the time they 
lost. 

"Hand me the scotch, will you?" asked Mac. 

"Here," said Betsy. 

"Take off the top for me," said Mac. 

Betsy did that and handed it back to him, Mac swigging away. He knew his 
limit and he never went over it, especially when he was driving. Johnny 
stubbed out his cigarette and rolled over onto his side. Joan was up against 
the wall. Johnny drew the curtains together, making it a little more 
intimate. 

He felt Joan moving around and the next thing he felt were her breasts 
pressing into his back. That was pretty good for openers insofar as Johnny 
was concerned. 

He laid there for a couple of minutes as one of Joan's hands ran down his 
side and leg. Then he rolled over so he was facing her. She immediately 
moved upwards a little bit, her lips parted, waiting for a kiss. 

Johnny pressed his lips against hers, shooting his tongue into Joan's mouth 
and finding her own tongue. She twisted her face around on his a lot as she 
slipped her hand between his legs so she could begin to rub his crotch. 

Johnny soon got an erection, Joan breaking away from him so she could take 
down his jockey shorts and thoroughly rub his prick and testicles. Johnny 
played with her breasts, small, hard little mounds on her chest with large 
nipples. 

He put one of them into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around and 
around the circumference of the nipple, chewing on it gently like a baby 
would as he felt it erect. 

He stopped doing that so he could cover it with wet, open mouth kisses. Joan 
soon began to pant, her touch on his testicles becoming firmer and much more 
definite. 

Johnny found her pussy, the hairs being downy soft. He slipped his middle 
finger up into her canal slowly, getting her lubricating before he started 
to finger-fuck her. 

Joan laid on her back her legs spread as Johnny slammed his finger in and 
out of her, wanting to give her an orgasm that way before he fucked her. 

She moaned softly as she came. It was a small but rewarding orgasm 
nevertheless and it served to get her pretty much where Johnny wanted her to 
be. 

She sat up, as much as she could under the very low roof and scrunched down 
on the bunk so she could suck on him. Her tongue snaked out and licked the 
head of his prick. 

Then she opened her mouth and closed her lips over the thickness of his 
shaft and lowered her head down on him. She was no expert, that was for sure 
but she had a certain amount of youthful enthusiasm which made up for her 
lack of experience in a way. 

She bobbed her head up and down, her smallish breasts not moving much at all 
on her chest. Johnny decided it wouldn't be a good idea if he mouthfucked 
her because he might scare her off. 

No, take it easy and she'll last all the way to California. She sucked on 
him until she got tired of it and Johnny was glad to see that it had excited 
her. 

She laid down, Johnny moving over as much as he could, being careful not to 
fall out and wind up in Mac's lap. He crawled over her. The low ceiling 
precluded any fancy prick work but nevertheless Johnny was satisfied with 
just a simple fuck. 

Her pussy was real tight and small, just the way he liked them. She helped 
him and he had to enter her very slowly at first because she wasn't that 
well lubricated inside. 

When he finally got it into her all the way she got very excited and Johnny 
sensed that she wasn't all that experienced. That didn't mean that she 
wasn't a good fuck, just the opposite. Joan began to squirm around 
underneath him, getting off on his crushing weight which took her breath 
away. 

John frictioned her gently not wanting the both of them to fall out and wind 
up in Mac's lap. She couldn't put her legs too high over her head so she 
just kept them spread, flat on the bunk. 

Joan panted loudly as she had another orgasm, probably feeling a little self 
conscious about Mac and Betsy. She bit her lips as Johnny picked up his 
speed, knowing her come would lubricate her pussy walls for him. 

His pelvis slapped hard against hers as he began to stretch her out a 
little. It hurt her but the pain was exciting and she liked it a lot and 
even began to move upwards into him, as if she wanted more of his driving 
prick. 

Johnny kissed her, mashing his mouth onto hers and ramming his tongue into 
her mouth. Joan responded by wrapping her arms around the back of his neck 
and running her fingers through his hair. 

He sucked on her tongue for a while before he took his face away, wanting to 
suck on a nipple. Johnny availed himself of all the pleasures her young body 
had to give him. 

"Really a passionate scene," said Betsy. 

"No doubt about it." 

"We going to go all night?" she asked. 

"Yes. We'll stop for dinner later on. Johnny should get some sleep first, 
then I'll grab some," said Mac. 

"Mind if I join you?" 

"Help yourself," said Mac. 

"I just might do that." 

Mac thought Betsy was a very pretty girl and his prick was just aching to 
get inside that young pussy of hers. He wished it could have been some place 
other than a damn truck but that was the way it went sometimes. 

Traffic started to thin out and Mac was about to resume their former 
cruising speed of sixty-five. He could sit behind the wheel for hours and 
like it, too. 

Johnny slammed into her, hurting her a lot, making her whimper as he plowed 
all the way to the far recesses of her pussy. Joan's fingers dug into his 
arms as she held on, riding it, not knowing exactly where it was going to 
take her and being a little afraid. 

Johnny would take her to places that she had only heard about in whispers in 
girls locker rooms. His long thick rod cleaved her in two as he put on a 
burst of speed that brought Joan to instant orgasm. 

His testicles had begun to tighten, indicating that they were sufficiently 
warmed enough so that Johnny would come soon. He kept up his fast, hard 
pace, making a lot of noise as he huffed and puffed, slamming into her. 

Joan closed her eyes, delirious. She was already beginning to overflow, come 
still hot from her body running down her inner thighs, leaving a snail-like 
trail behind. 

Johnny's testicles exploded and his prick spat a load full of hot, steaming 
come into her seething pussy. It was hot and thick and there was a lot of 
it. 

Joan couldn't keep quiet any longer and had to whimper and moan loudly. 
Johnny salvoed into her once more, his testicles emptying themselves in her 
red hot body. 

Johnny stayed in her, feeling his prick gradually shrink. He did it because 
he figured that's what Joan would like. Her eyes were closed and she was 
smiling, very gently caressing one of his shoulders. 

Then Johnny's mind got back to business and he knew he had to get some 
sleep-Mac couldn't drive all night and Johnny wasn't about to ask him to 
either. 

Accordingly he pulled out of Joan and rolled over onto his back, his eyes 
shut. Fortunately the road was smooth so it wasn't too bumpy in the bunk. 

Sometimes you could get thrown around up there quite a bit and guys even 
wound up banging their heads on the ceiling. It was the same thing as being 
on a ship except that there was no roll, only the pitch. 

"Mac?" he called. 

"Who else would be driving?" was the reply. "I'm gonna get a little sleep." 

"OK, I'll wake you when we stop for dinner." 

"We'd better be cool with the girls." 

"I know. We will be." 

"OK, see ya in a few hours." 

"I'll take the girl down here with me if you want," he said. 

"That's pK, she doesn't take up too much room." 

Joan snuggled into Johnny's shoulder and went to sleep along with him. It 
was a lot easier for her because of the fact that her young body was 
tingling all over from her orgasms which she could still feel, running 
around inside of her. 

Johnny had no such feelings so he was able to drop off right away, being 
lulled to sleep by the movements the truck was making. Also it was good 
having a woman next to him, he liked it. 

He didn't have any dreams when he slept. He slept lightly always being aware 
of the fact that he was in a truck going seventy miles an hour down the 
highway. 

"I like your friend," said Betsy. 

"He's a good guy," said Mac. 

He had gotten into the routine of driving now and was enjoying it. Betsy 
kept on pulling away at the scotch. She was still pretty excited with 
everything. 

"Go easy on that stuff huh?" 

"Sorry," she said. "I'll buy another bottle tomorrow." 

"That's fair enough. Usually a fifth'll last Johnny and me six thousand 
miles." 

"I can't sleep in cars or buses myself, that's why I'm drinking so much," 
she explained. 

"It's not that bad up there," said Mac, "you'll see." 

"If you put on the heater, I'll take off my shirt," she said. 

"OK, sounds good." 

Mac put on the heater full blast as Betsy unbuttoned her blue denim work 
shirt and wrung it out on the floor. Then she spread it over her lap, trying 
to dry it a little. It was still pretty soggy from before. 

Mac managed to glance over a few times at her breasts, half melons of 
slightly jiggling flesh that hung straight down on her chest. The nipples 
were large and full and Mac began to get excited. 

"Hungry?" he asked. 

"What time is it?" 

Mac looked at his watch. "Almost eight." 

"How long is Johnny going to sleep for?" 

"Couple more hours maybe." 

"OK, I can wait. Joan's asleep too, I think." 

"She really took to Johnny didn't she?" asked Mac. 

"We never would have gotten in if we didn't like you." 

"How did you know you liked us?" 

"From your looks." 

"That all?" asked Mac. 

"It's enough. Joan and I know what we're doing." 

"I believe you." 

Betsy settled back with a cigarette. "Been doing this long?" 

"Few years. It pays good." 

"So I've heard." 

"There are also fringe benefits," said Mac. 

"Like little girls like me?" 

"Yup." 

"We should have a very nice trip out then," she said. 

"That's what I'm hoping," said Mac. 

Betsy moved closer to him so she could take one of his hands and place it on 
her breasts. Mac started rubbing it, Betsy guiding it down her stomach 
slowly and then back up to her other breast. 

"Do you like them?" she asked. "A lot." 

Mac got a hard-on under his pants as he continued to rub her breasts. Betsy 
panted a little but that was about all. Then she took his hand off of her 
and lifted her ass off the seat so she could take her pants down. 

She put his hand between her legs and Mac rubbed her young pussy for her, 
sticking his middle finger up into her canal, Betsy spreading her legs and 
thrilling. 

She lubricated freely and Mac fantasized about what kind of fuck she would 
be. Probably dynamite was the conclusion he eventually reached. Betsy 
squirmed around as Mac found her love button and scratched at the ultra 
sensitive little nub of pussy flesh with his fingernail, inflaming it and 
making it erect itself. 

There was definitely a lot of life in Betsy. At the same time as Mac was 
playing with her pussy, she rubbed her own breasts, moaning loudly now as 
she fought for her breath. 

Her open mouth sucked in air as fast as it could, Betsy starting to come. 
Mac dug his finger into her, his eyes glued on the road as she whimpered and 
came. 

She closed her legs, holding his finger and hand-a willing prisoner. Then 
she gradually came down and opened her legs once more, Mac putting his hand 
back on the wheel. 

"That was good," she said as she pulled up her pants and took another swig 
of scotch. 

"I liked it myself." 

"Wait till later," she promised. "What happens then?" 

"You'll see." 

The big rig continued to hurtle through the night. Mac was definitely very 
hungry but he wanted to give Johnny as much sack time as he possibly could 
before they switched. 

Betsy's work shirt dried out enough so that she put it back on again, 
feeling a little chilly, even with the heater on. It was about eleven when 
Mac pulled into a diner. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Johnny, wake up," he said, shutting off the engine. 

He had parked the truck in back, not wanting to take a chance of having the 
two girls spotted. Johnny stretched and woke up. 

"What time is it?" he asked. 

"Eleven fifteen," said Mac. 

"You two hide in the bunk, we'll bring something back for you," said Mac as 
Johnny dressed. 

Johnny climbed down and Betsy got up, drawing the curtains. Joan was just 
waking up as Johnny and Mac got out of the cab, locking both doors, just to 
play it safe. 

Then went in and sat down, Johnny waiting a little bit, waking up some more 
before he ate. Mac had the thermos with him which he intended to get filled 
with coffee. 

"How was she?" 

"Young and sweet," replied Johnny. "I can hardly wait." 

"I'll bet." 

"Little cunt let me finger-fuck her before," said Mac. 

"We'll trade tomorrow if you want to." 

"Sure, there's plenty to go around. How's fucking in the bunk?" asked Mac. 

"Cramped as hell but it's not bad. It's harder to sleep, I kept on rolling 
into her." 

"I was thinking of sending old Betsy down with you after I fucked her. I 
can't sleep with somebody breathin' all over me." 

"Do whatever you want, pal." 

"Look, if we get caught, we'll just say they were stoaways or something," 
said Mac. 

"If we get caught, we get caught, that's all. They never believe any 
excuse," said Johnny. "Would you?" 

"Not likely." 

"Ugh, I'm stuffed," said Johnny patting his stomach. 

"You've got a stretch of road ahead of you," said Mac, "get enough sleep?" 

"Plenty. Any scotch left?" 

"Some, Betsy really put a dent in it before." 

"Those young ones will sure surprise you sometimes," said Johnny. 

"Ready to go?" asked Mac. 

"Yeah, let's get some dinner for the girls." 

"Shit, I almost forgot," said Mac. 

That enabled them to have another cup of coffee while they waited. They had 
been in the place for almost forty-five minutes. All of the other patrons 
were truck drivers, the only women in the place being the two waitresses who 
looked old and tired, which they probably were. 

Once they got their dinners to go and Mac had his thermos filled up, they 
went back to the truck. Johnny drove while Mac falsified the log book once 
again. 

"I hope you're doing a good job on that," said Johnny. 

"It's believable. 

Mac waited until they had been on the highway for about five minutes before 
he said anything to the girls. 

"OK, you can come out now." 

"You sure took your time in there," said Joan. 

"It's hard work," said Johnny. "Here's your dinner," said Mac handing them 
the two large bags. 

"How much do we owe you?" asked Betsy. 

"on the house," said Mac. 

"I'm starving," said Joan, diving into the meat and potatoes. 

"We got you some cokes, that all right?" asked Johnny. 

"Sure," said Betsy with her mouth full. 

Joan and Betsy sat Indian fashion with their legs crossed on the bunk. Mac 
straightened out the cab, arranging their luggage and just fussing around. 
When they had finished with their dinner he carefully put the garbage into 
one of the bags, keeping the other bag for later shit which they would get 
rid of. 

"Could you stop for a minute?" asked Betsy. 

"What's the matter?" asked Johnny. 

"I've got to go to the bathroom." 

"Me too," said Joan. 

"OK, OK, I'll find a good spot." 

About five minutes later Johnny pulled over to the side of the road, putting 
his flashers on. 

"Don't dally out there," called Mac, as they hopped out of the cab and 
scampered into the woods. 

"Five minutes," called Betsy over her shoulder. 

Johnny didn't like sitting by the side of the road. The highway was 
regularly patrolled by ICC boys and they would sure and hell stop and ask 
them questions if they saw them like that. 

Mac was beginning to get a little nervous too, there being traffic on the 
road now, the guys who were going all night to get somewhere. Mostly there 
were trucks so it wasn't too bad. 

Joan and Betsy climbed back up into the cab and got up on the bunk, Joan 
lying against the wall while Betsy sat up, her legs dangling down. Then she 
reached and put Mac's head between her legs and rubbed and played with his 
hair. 

"You're turning into a regular love bird," said Johnny. 

"I always was one," said Mac. 

"I'll bet," said Betsy. 

"Are you married?" asked Joan. 

"I'm not but I'm living with someone," said Mac. 

"I am," said Johnny. 

"Why are you asking?" asked Mac. 

"Just bein' nosey," said Betsy. 

Mac took the thermos and put it on the seat next to Johnny. "Got enough 
cigarettes?" he asked. 

"I'm fine, going up now?" 

"Little while." 

Mac reached under the seat and got the bottle of scotch up, looking at the 
level. 

"We'll have to get some more tomorrow. Betsy said she's spring seein' as how 
she drank most of it," said Mac as he finished it off. 

The one good shot of booze was all he needed to make him feel relaxed and 
horny. It was nearly one when Mac decided to go up into the bunk with Betsy. 

He pushed his head backwards into her crotch, Betsy moving forwards 
slightly, teasing with him. He closed his eyes and ran his hands up and down 
her calves. 

"OK, see you in the morning," he said to Johnny. 

"have a good sleep." 

"I plan to," said Mac. 

"Looks like I get the front seat," said Joan as she climbed down, stiff 
legged. 

"Looks that way doesn't it?" asked Mac as he got up with Betsy. 

Betsy took off her clothes, revealing her breasts which were larger than 
Joan's. Her skin was very white and looked soft and silky. Her legs were 
short but good. 

Mac undressed carefully stowing his clothes away in the hammocks before he 
drew the curtains. Betsy was immediately next to him as soon as he laid 
down. 

They wrapped their arms around one another and kissed, grinding and moving 
their bodies together. Mac didn't have any trouble at all in getting an 
erection as they rubbed their crotches into one another. 

Mac grabbed her buttocks and held her sex mound tightly against his prick 
and testicles. Betsy's breasts flattened out against his chest, the nipples 
teasing him as they kissed. 

Betsy sucked on his tongue for a while as Mac played with the crack in her 
ass, pressing his finger against her asshole and suddenly burying it up into 
her body. 

She sucked in her breath sharply, grabbing hold of him even harder, her 
tongue becoming more active in his mouth. Mac gave her a little going over 
like that for a while, heating her up. 

Then he took his finger out and managed to turn himself around so that he 
could lay on top of her and bury his face between her legs. His nose nuzzled 
into her sex mound, the tip of his tongue running up and down her slit. 

Betsy leaned over and they got onto their sides, she raising her upper leg 
as much as she possibly could so that it would be better for him and more 
exciting for her. 

Mac thrust his tongue up into her canal, mashing his lips and teeth against 
Betsy's hairy sex mound, grabbing her buttocks from underneath. Then he felt 
her tongue licking his testicles before it ran all the way up the sensitive 
underside of his prick. 

She didn't rush but took her time instead beginning to writhe her pussy 
around as she got more and more excited. Mac flicked his tongue in and out 
of her cunt, sucking hard on her. 

At the same time Betsy parted her lips and took the head of his prick into 
her moist cavern and swirled her tongue around it, paying special attention 
to its ridges. 

Mac gobbled on her as she slid her mouth down the entire length of his 
shaft, her lips squeezing him hard. She moved her head backwards and 
forwards as Mac slid his mouth all over her wet pussy. 

He began to give her a gentle mouthfucking, moving his pelvis forward 
slightly, sending his rod far back into her mouth and throat. Betsy closed 
her eyes and took everything he had to give her. 

Her breath came through flared nostrils as she really began to get excited. 
Mac found her love button and sucked on the highly excitable nub of cunt 
flesh. It flashed out thrills that Betsy couldn't deny, grinding her crotch 
into his face, demanding more excitement from his driving tongue. 

Mac wanted her to come in his mouth so he really worked hard on her for a 
long time, sucking her juices right out of her. Finally Betsy had to take 
his saliva glistening shaft out of her mouth so that she could breathe 
better. 

Her loud moanings filled up the cab of the truck, making Johnny and Joan a 
little horny and restless. Johnny opened the window a little, hoping the 
noise from the engine would drown out or at least muffle the very exciting 
sounds which were inches from the back of their heads. 

Betsy came, her come bursting out of her body and racing down the entire 
length of her canal and into Johnny's waiting mouth. He swallowed her 
precious liquids and sucked for more, drawing it right out of her. 

Betsy bucked her seething pussy into him hard, filling herself with 
delicious pleasure-pain from his teeth that added another exciting dimension 
to her orgasm. 

Mac sucked on her until she was almost dry; then he took his mouth away, 
licking his chops, excited, eager to fuck her. He crawled over on top of 
her, maneuvering carefully in the narrow confines of the bunk. 

Betsy guided the head of his prick to the entrance to her sex mound and Mac 
shoved himself into her, filling her up completely. He felt the side walls 
of Betsy's pussy clutch and grab at his shaft as he began to friction her, 
getting right down to the nitty gritty. 

Betsy moved well, moving with him instead of against him that is the case so 
many times, unfortunately. He gouged out her pussy with his long thick cock 
as he hammered away at her. Betsy fought for her breath as she started to 
come again. 

Her pussy was throbbing out pleasure and excitement to every part of her 
young body, making her feel more alive than she ever had before in her short 
life. 

Mac did a good job on her, digging into her relentlessly, wanting to give 
her good, strong orgasms. Betsy closed her eyes and threw her head around on 
the small pillow a lot as she came, his thick sperm lubricating her canal 
even more and covering Mac's driving prick in its wetness and warmth. 

He never slowed down, not for a second, as he rhythmically pumped himself 
into her. Betsy was brought higher and higher, her breath coming in short 
little gasps, her breasts rising and falling quickly on her chest. 

"Sure sounds like fun," said Johnny. 

"I know." 

Joan was getting very nervous and excited. It was catching probably. Finally 
she had to reach over and take out Johnny's limp prick, stroking it until it 
got hard. 

He slowed down a little, feeling that seventy miles an hour and a suck could 
be a fatal combination. It would be a groovy way to die-if he wanted to die. 

Betsy yelled out as she had a powerful orgasm, her stomach muscles 
tightening as she spasmed forth another batch of come. Joan managed to get 
her head under the wheel so she could suck on Johnny's rod. 

She worked mainly on his testicles, not being able to bob her head up and 
down but it was enough. She excited him by what she did with her hands and 
he felt himself about to come. 

Fortunately, just at that moment he was driving on a relatively straight 
stretch of road so he didn't have to make any tricky moves. He grunted as he 
shot his load of come into her mouth as Joan milked his balls dry, her 
cheeks bulging as she twisted her face around on his rod. 

She swallowed, thrilling deeply, and waited for more. Johnny obliged her 
once more and then he was finished. Joan made sure that his shaft was clean 
of come by sucking on him real hard before she finally lifted her head off 
of him, panting hard. 

"Any more booze left?" she asked, leaning back in the seat, her eyes closed, 
her mouth open. 

"Mac had some, under the seat I think." 

"Got it." 

Joan swigged, making a face but desperately needing something to quiet her 
body down. She was filled with desire for Johnny but she knew that it would 
be at least eight hours before he could fuck her again. It was strange but 
things happened like that sometimes. 

"Want some?" she asked. 

"No thanks." 

Mac slapped his hairy pelvis into Betsy's as hard as he could, driving away 
at her, bringing her right up to the edge, making her frantic with 
excitement and passion. 

The head of his prick swelled slightly and then he began to ejaculate up 
into her, searing her out with his burning semen. Betsy yelled again when 
she felt it hit her, hot and thick. 

Mac gave it the works until his testicles were finished, then he was able to 
slow down to a final halt. He kept himself in her for a few minutes as she 
fought for and regained her breath. 

Mac pulled his shrunken prick out of Betsy's seething body and rolled over 
onto his back, crowding her against the wall. He reached up and got a pack 
of cigarettes out of the hammock. 

"Want one?" he asked. 

"Yes, is there anything left to drink?" 

"I'll see." He poked his head out from between the curtains. "Any more booze 
left?" 

"Right here," said Joan, handing him the bottle. 

"Thanks. Here you go, Betsy." 

"Good. Just what I need," she said as she took a healthy pull out of it 
before she handed it to Mac. 

Mac pulled on it, liking the way the booze burned as it went down, then 
spread out its warmth evenly once it hit bottom. He stretched, feeling tired 
and good. When he had finished his cigarette he handed it down to Joan so 
she could throw it out. 

"Want to sleep up here or down there?" he asked. 

"Here," replied Betsy. 

"OK, you don't snore or anything do you?" 

"Not that I know of." 

"See you in a little while. You OK, Johnny?" 

"Fine." 

"Goodnight." 

Mac closed his eyes and dropped off immediately. Soon after that Joan went 
to sleep and Johnny knew that he was the only one awake. It was nice. There 
was something very personal about being alone in a car or truck in the 
middle of the night with no one else around. 

He liked it because it gave him a chance to do a lot of serious thinking 
which he wouldn't have done otherwise. The night passed quickly, Joan waking 
up a couple of times and finally winding up sleeping against his shoulder. 

He liked that too and the night passed in an enjoyable manner for him. He 
was still pretty much awake when the first streaks of dawn slashed across 
the sky on the horizon. 

He stretched, feeling hungry. Mac was sleeping soundly in the bunk along 
with Betsy and everything was very peaceful. Joan moved over to the other 
side of the cab, beginning to wake up. Johnny's legs were beginning to get a 
little cramped and he looked forward to the time when he could get out and 
take a walk. 

"Mmm, what time is it?" asked Joan. 

"Almost seven," replied Johnny. 

"Are you all right?" 

"Oh, sure." 

"You drove all night," she said as she lit her first cigarette of the day. 
"That's right." 

"Aren't you tired?" 

"Yeah, I am." 

"Why don't you wake Mac up and let him take over?" she asked. 

"I will, after breakfast." 

Joan slowly woke up, her body being stiff in several places as she wasn't 
used to sleeping sitting up. She found the thermos and there was still a 
little bit of coffee left which she drank. Johnny had finished off most of 
it during the night and his stomach had a slightly sour feeling to it. 

At eight o'clock Johnny woke up Mac as he was pulling into a diner. They 
decided that it would be safe enough if the two girls came in with them. 
Betsy and Joan immediately went into the bathroom where they cleaned up a 
little. 

Mac and Johnny sat over their finished breakfast, Johnny really tired now 
and ready to sleep. Mac was feeling fine, anxious to drive. They had made 
good time so far and he wanted to make even better time if that was at all 
possible. 

They got back into the truck and headed down the highway, Betsy riding up 
front with Mac and Joan so that Johnny could have more room in the bunk. 

Mac didn't talk much, preferring to drive in silence, enjoying the 
countryside and the strange solitude of a cross-country driver. Even the 
presence of Betsy and Joan didn't intrude on his privacy. Behind him, Mac 
could hear Johnny's slow and regular breathing. 

"Sleep all right last night?" asked Betsy. 

"Like a dead man." 

"I didn't bother you?" 

"Nope." 

"If we pass by a lake could we stop. I'd sure like to take a bath," said 
Joan. 

"That would be a great idea. Are there any around here?" asked Betsy. 

"Some, if I remember correctly," said Mac. 

"Oh, do you think we could?" asked Betsy. 

"I guess so. Johnny made good time last night. Sure, we could kill an hour 
or so," he replied. 

"We don't have any bathing suits," said Joan. 

"Guess you'll have to go in bare-assed naked then, won't you?" said Mac 
smiling. 

"Only if you come in too," said Betsy. 

"I guess that could be arranged." 

"Far fucking out," said Betsy. 

"That goes for me too," agreed Joan. 

"OK, we'll do it then," said Mac. 

If he remembered correctly there was a small lake about an hour's drive from 
where they were. It was off the highway but the last time Mac passed through 
this particular neck of the woods he had stopped there. He thought he could 
remember where it was. 

It got hot when the sun finally came up in earnest, the cab getting pretty 
hot because it was built right over the engine. It was typical summer 
weather and they weren't that uncomfortable. 

His memory was right and he made the right turnoff, heading down a narrow 
two-lane highway for a couple of miles, going sort of slow because he wasn't 
sure exactly where it was. 

"It's somewhere along in here," he said. Both the girls were looking out the 
window, very excited. 

"Is that it?" squealed Joan, pointing. "That's it," said Mac. 

He pulled the truck over to the side of the road and parked it, putting on 
the flashers as a safety precaution. The lake sat a couple of hundred yards 
off the road and had they not been so high up, they never would have seen 
it. 

The three of them got out and walked through the woods, hoping that no one 
else would take it upon themselves to be there too. They lucked out in that 
the place was deserted. 

"Coming in?" asked Betsy as she started to undress. 

"I'll watch for a while," answered Mac. 

They stripped and waded into the water. Mac lit a cigarette and leaned 
against a tree watching their young, beautiful bodies as they swam and 
splashed around. Sometimes watching was almost as much fun as actually doing 
it. 

Betsy and Joan looked like they were having a good time playing with each 
other. An idea popped into Mac's head. It was sort of a dirty trick but it 
wouldn't be the first time he'd pulled something like that. They came out of 
the water, their bodies shining. 

"How'd you two like to make love?" he asked. 

"Far out," said Betsy. 

"With one another," said Mac. 

"We're not dykes, you know," said Betsy. 

"I know, but you do like each other a lot, don't you?" 

"Sure," said Betsy. 

"Well, go ahead," encouraged Mac. 

Betsy looked at Joan who simply shrugged her shoulders as if to say what the 
hell. Mac leaned back, waiting for the show to begin. The first thing Betsy 
did was to embrace Joan. 

Their breasts flattened out against one another as they tentatively kissed. 
Then they began to get into it, excited by the touch and feel of their 
bodies. 

Their mouths became much more active, twisting around and Mac could see that 
their tongues were working. Betsy was the one to break away, sitting down on 
the grass and drawing Joan down beside her. 

Joan laid down and spread her legs, her pussy hairs sopping wet from the 
water. Betsy put her lips against her slit and stuck her tongue up into 
Joan's canal. She started to eat her, Joan getting very excited, very 
quickly. 

She was evidently enjoying it a lot because she twisted her face around on 
Joan's pussy and dug her fingers into her thighs, keeping her legs spread 
wide apart. 

Mac took off his clothes and went over and knelt down so he could suck on 
one of Joan's nipples while she was getting sucked at the same time. 

Joan began to squirm around, Betsy applying more and more thrills with her 
tongue, working on her love button, knowing exactly where it was. Joan 
moaned as Mac gave her titties a good, fast rubbing, making them shake on 
her chest. 

Her mouth was wide open and Mac saw no reason why he shouldn't stick his 
prick in it so he squatted over her, Joan leaning anxiously up, her tongue 
stuck out. 

She licked the head of his cock before Mac shoved it in and out of her 
sucking mouth. She writhed around on the grass as she started to come, her 
body tingling with thrills and excitement. 

Betsy sucked the juice right out of her, thrilling herself as she tasted 
woman's come for the first time in her life. Joan gave her a lot of it too 
as it poured out of her body. 

Then Betsy took her face away, excited as shit herself. Mac continued to 
mouthfuck Joan, telling Betsy to come around and stand in front of him. She 
did and he mashed his face into her hairy pussy, immediately grabbing her 
buttocks, and holding her crotch pressed tightly against his face, his 
tongue shooting up into her canal. 

Betsy half leaned over, brought to a high level of excitement by Mac's 
tongue. Joan worked on Mac's testicles, teasing and pleasing them at the 
same time. 

She took his prick out of her mouth so she could lick them, thrilling 
herself even more. Mac did a good job on Betsy, making her come really 
quickly. 

Her breasts shook as she gritted her teeth and bucked her seething pussy 
into Mac's face as hard as she could, oblivious to everything except his 
driving tongue. 

Joan sucked on Mac some more, Mac not moving around too much inside of her. 
Then he took his face off of Betsy's pussy and moved down on Joan's body. 

She anxiously received him into her body, raising her legs high above her 
head and keeping them there, allowing Mac to achieve maximum penetration as 
he shoved himself into her. 

Betsy lit a cigarette and sat down and watched as Mac fucked her, using 
short, choppy strokes that made his body collide violently with hers. She 
had an orgasm and Mac began to get pretty excited himself, especially when 
Betsy came around and began to feel his testicles. 

He held out for as long as he could, then he shot his wad up into Joan's 
body. Joan threw her head from side to side as his come was mixed with hers 
deep in the inner recesses of her body. 

Mac was helpless in the face of Betsy's hands, they were doing such a good 
job on his balls. It was damned exciting though and he didn't have any 
compunctions about coming too quickly. 

Right after he came he stopped frictioning her and pulled out, running into 
the lake and diving under water and swimming that way for as long as he 
could. When he surfaced he could see the two girls, sitting next to one 
another, naked, beautiful. 

Then he saw them suddenly jump up and run into the bushes. Someone was 
evidently coming and Mac could make out Johnny's form even from where he 
was. 

"Thanks for waking me up," he said. 

"We thought you wanted to sleep," explained Betsy. 

"There are more important things than sleeping," he said. 

"Such as?" asked Joan. 

Johnny answered her by taking off his clothes and pushing her down to the 
grass, rubbing her pussy, making her excited all over again. Her canal 
immediately began to lubricate freely in anxious anticipation of the fuck 
she was going to receive. 

Johnny had no trouble at all in getting an erection and as soon as he did, 
he put it where it would do the most good. Joan moaned a lot as he began to 
pump himself in and out of her, hard and fast, not doing any pussy-footing 
around at all. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on as she had a quick, 
delicious orgasm, Johnny digging his toes into the ground so he could get 
more leverage. 

Betsy swam out to where Mac was, letting him feel her breasts for a while 
before they both swam back to shore, Betsy's young body moving easily and 
gracefully through the water. 

Joan dug her fingernails into Johnny's back and shoulders, hurting him as 
she continued to come in a series of spiralling orgasms that made her feel 
weak and lightheaded. 

"Umm, what have we here?" asked Mac, looking down at them. 

"This, silly," said Betsy. 

She knelt down, putting the limp head of Mac's prick into her mouth and 
keeping it there until it got erected. Then she moved back as if she were 
admiring her handiwork. 

Mac got down on the grass with her and surprised her by rolling her over 
onto her side. Betsy wasn't sure she was going to like it but there wasn't 
too much she could do about it. 

"Be gentle." 

"I will." 

Mac spread her buttocks, placing the head of his rod against the puckered 
lips of her asshole. He shoved himself in slowly, gently, not rushing things 
at all. 

Johnny put on a burst of speed, racing for the finish line, his testicles 
about to explode. When they did, they filled up the inside of Joan's canal 
with what felt like gallons of come. Joan was beside herself with pleasure 
and excitement, writhing around underneath Johnny like a fish out of water. 

He pulled himself out right after he came, walking slowly into the lake, 
leaving Joan alone on the shore. Alone except for Mac and Betsy who was 
getting it in her ass. 

Once she had gotten used to the pain, Betsy realized that it was very 
exciting, that the pain only added to her satisfaction and took nothing 
away. 

Mac felt that it would be cool if he picked up his speed and he did so, 
cupping Betsy's breasts from the rear and holding her close to his strong 
body. 

Betsy panted and moaned a lot as she really got excited. Joan came over and 
sat down next to her, wondering what to play with first. 

Betsy's eyes were closed, so deep was she in her pleasure that she didn't 
even see Joan's hand as it went down to her crotch. Then she felt her 
finger, sliding up into her canal. 

It was the double whammy all right, Mac picking up his speed a lot, slamming 
his cock in and out of her burning asshole. Joan did a good job at 
fingerfucking her, twisting her hand all around, making her middle finger 
stretch the walls of Betsy's pussy. 

She got come all over her hand for her trouble, Betsy's pussy exploding as 
she bucked herself backwards and forwards, alternating her cunt and asshole 
on the finger and cock. 

Mac dug himself into her hard and rough, feeling himself about to have an 
orgasm. His testicles tightened in their protective sac just before he 
flooded Betsy out with his burning semen. 

Betsy couldn't believe what was happening to her what with Joan scratching 
away at her love button with a fingernail, it doing all sorts of fantastic 
things to her. 

Unnoticed by everyone Johnny walked out of the lake and sat down a short 
distance from where they were fucking, lighting a cigarette and feeling 
pretty good in spite of having gotten only a couple of hours of real sleep. 

Nobody felt better than Betsy did though. A cloud of sperm-induced fog 
closed over her eyes and magically transposed her into another world which 
she had only had glimpses of before that moment. Mac kept on pumping away at 
her until his prick was so soft it was useless. 

He pulled out of her and walked slowly into the lake. He had had a good 
workout and the cold water was very invigorating, really making him feel his 
body just the way he liked it. 

Joan continued to fingerfuck Betsy although she did it a lot more gently 
now, Betsy lying on her back, panting and moaning, catching her breath the 
hard way. 

Then Joan decided that it would be best if she left her alone, wanting to go 
and talk to Johnny. 

"Did you get enough sleep?" she asked as she sat down beside him on the 
grass. 

"No, but I will later. What made Mac stop here?" 

"We did, I'm afraid." 

"It's a nice spot." 

"It's beautiful. Johnny?" 

"What?" 

"Mac made Betsy eat me before," she said. "Did he have a gun at your head?" 

"No." 

"Then he didn't make you." 

"That's a helluva thing to say." 

"He gets a little nuts every now and then. I figure it's because he's 
deprived at home." 

"Depraved would be more like it," said Joan. 

Betsy sat up, saw Mac splashing around and waded out to him so she could 
give him a tender and somewhat loving hug. 

"Depraved? Naw, he's just wild." 

"I'll say," said Joan. 

"You liked it though," said Johnny. 

"How do you know?" 

"I know, that's all." 

Mac and Betsy walked back to shore, hand in hand. 

"Want to hit the road?" he asked. "Sure." 

"OK, let's go." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

They put on their clothes and walked back to the truck. All four of them sat 
in the front as Mac headed back towards the highway. It was a hot day. The 
sun blistered down, a huge orange fireball that seemed to hang perfectly 
still in the sky. 

Unfortunately the cab wasn't air-conditioned so the best they could do was 
to open all the windows and hope that when they got up speed, it would cool 
off. 

"If you people will excuse me, I'm gonna go back to sleep," said Johnny as 
he scrambled up into the bunk, drawing the curtains before he took off his 
clothes. 

Mac smiled, figuring they would be in California sometime the next day, 
hopefully as early as possible but he knew that more than likely it would be 
sometime that night. 

"We're going to Los Angeles," said Mac. 

"That's fine by us," said Betsy. 

"When do you think we'll get there?" asked Joan. 

"Sometime late tomorrow night," answered Mac. 

"Early or late?" 

"Probably late. Is that where you live?" he asked. 

"We're just visiting friends," explained Joan. "We go to school in New 
York," said Betsy. "I see," said Mac. 

He hoped that they would shut up and they did, reacting to the heat. Mac 
knew that they would be crossing the Mohave desert at the worst possible 
time, during the day. Arizona and New Mexico were bad enough insofar as the 
heat was concerned but they had nothing on the real desert. 

He also figured that it would be a good idea if they stopped and bought one 
of those canvas water bags, just in case. He didn't want to get stuck out 
there somewhere in the middle of nowhere just because the engine overheated. 

"Can we stop somewhere and get some liquor?" asked Betsy. 

"If we pass a place, yes." 

"What if we don't?" she asked. 

"Then you'll have to do without. I think I've got a little left if you're 
really desperate." 

"Why don't you want to stop?" she asked. 

"I'd just as soon make the time and besides, if anyone were to see us or you 
getting into this truck with a bottle of liquor, all of us would wind up 
hitching to the coast." 

"I guess I can make it," said Betsy. 

"I should hope so." 

They grew silent again, the ride having a certain relaxing effect, 
especially with the extreme-heat. New Mexico wasn't too bad, especially when 
they were in the mountains because it was delightfully cool. 

But when they came down to the flatlands, they really began to feel it. Mac 
made a stop for gas and got the water bag, filling it up and stuffing it 
under the seat. 

He also let some of the air out of the tires, knowing that the remaining air 
would expand soon enough. The girls got out and walked around as it wasn't a 
regular truck stop, just a small gas station, midway between nothing. 

They got some bottled soda out of a machine and stretched their legs. The 
air was dry and hot and even the breeze was hot. The gas station attendant 
moved slowly, knowing through years of experience just how much it took him 
before he broke out into a sweat. 

It was with some reluctance that they got back into the cab, the girls 
holding some soda bottles between their legs after they sat down. Mac 
reached behind him and flicked on the fan and aimed it in on Johnny who was 
still asleep. 

Betsy and Joan sang a lot as they drove through the winding mountain roads, 
Mac not really listening because of all the turns he had to carefully 
negotiate. 

It was a different tune once they got down to the floor of the valley 
though. Mac knew it would be like that for the rest of the trip until they 
hit San Diego-flat, hot, barren. 

Mac wasn't particularly bothered by the heat though. He drank a lot of 
water, naturally, having filled up his thermos when they had stopped before. 

Soon the sweat was pouring down his body in sheets but he didn't care at 
all. Betsy was the first one to take off her blouse and she was sweating 
too. She just leaned back with her eyes shut, her mouth open, her 
melon-sized breasts shaking as the truck rolled along. Mac really liked her 
nipples because they were so big and hard when they got excited and erected. 

Then Joan took off her sweat shirt too, both of them apparently giving in to 
the heat. Mac figured it must have been close to a hundred outside, probably 
not much cooler in the cab. 

It was definitely warmish and he wondered how Johnny could sleep through it. 
At least he would have the advantage of sleeping at night when it would be 
considerably cooler but to be able to sleep in a furnace, it was really 
something. 

Betsy put her hand on his thigh as he rolled along, cruising at a steady 
sixty-five. Mac didn't want to bullshit around at all and he was looking 
forward to the extra free day they would have in Los Angeles. 

They had to pass through some small New Mexico towns and Mac took the 
opportunity to stop for a couple of minutes so he could run into a place and 
buy some fruit. The girls quickly put on their tops, their bodies glistening 
with sweat. 

Mac also got some booze, figuring that it would help him to sleep that 
night. Also Betsy seemed to have a definite affinity for the sauce, so he 
decided to indulge her. 

"Thought you'd appreciate this," he said as he slammed the door, handing her 
the package. 

"Wow, thanks a lot." 

"What's in here?" asked Joan. 

"Fruit, some sodas, iced tea." 

"Want something?" asked Joan. 

"I'll take a peach," said Mac. 

Joan handed him one as Mac carefully obeyed the local speed limit. He bit 
into it, some of the juice running down his chin. It was good and hard, just 
the way he liked them. 

Joan and Betsy rummaged around in the package, finally settling on some 
apples. Then they stuffed it between them, waiting for Mac to get out on the 
highway so they could take off their tops again. 

"How hot is it?" asked Joan. 

"Thermometer before said a hundred and one," answered Mac. 

"Shit," said Betsy. 

"It'll get hotter when we cross the Mohave too," said Mac. 

"I can't take heat worth a shit," said Betsy. 

"Doesn't bother me too much really," said Joan. 

Mac finished his peach, chucking the pit out of the window, littering the 
highway. Then he reached over with his hand and put his arm around Betsy's 
naked shoulder. 

Her breasts felt good as he rubbed them, driving with one hand easily and 
confidently. He played with her nipples a while before he got tired and 
decided to trade her boobs in for a cigarette. 

The miles stretched after one another slowly. Everything looked the same, 
the desert made very subtle changes that the untrained eye was not able to 
discern readily. 

Mac drove like he was part of the truck, which he was to the extent that he 
was merely an extension of it. His mind relaxed and he drank a lot of water 
and had some fruit. 

It was a good lunch. They would stop later on and have a large dinner. Mac 
couldn't eat a lot when it was very hot, he had to wait until it cooled off. 

Betsy and Joan were quiet, the monotony of the ride making them like that. 
Johnny turned over in his sleep a couple of times and Mac was glad that he 
hadn't woken up and was able to get seven or eight hours of steady sleep. 

It worked out between them because Mac sort of preferred driving in the day 
time while Johnny definitely liked the night better. The first couple of 
days of the trip it really didn't make that much difference but close to the 
end it was fun to do what you liked. 

Betsy started to become restless, moving around, squirming like she had an 
itchy ass or something. Mac put his arm around her shoulder, Betsy slipping 
one of her hands in under his shirt so she could run her fingertips lightly 
over his chest. 

She was an exciting chick, no getting around that at all. Mac wanted to fuck 
her constantly. He figured he'd do a little job on her just for the hell of 
it so he started to rub her crotch. 

Betsy responded by taking her hand off of him and sitting up in the seat so 
she could take down her levis. She had neglected to put on any panties, an 
interesting thing to forget. 

Mac rubbed her roughly, Betsy spreading her legs as widely as she possibly 
could. Joan gave them a little privacy by staring out of the window. It was 
something, at least. 

Mac slipped his middle finger up into her canal and started to poke and 
probe around, hitting the sides of her wall, stretching the flesh a little, 
making it a slightly different kind of fingerfuck. 

Betsy moved her pelvis around surprisingly well while she still managed to 
keep her ass on the seat. Mac's finger found her love button and poked at it 
until the little devil stood straight up. 

Whatever it was that it did it must have really been something because it 
made Betsy start to pant and moan heavily. Mac could feel the lubrication 
build up inside her pussy so he stayed right where he was, playing with it. 

He did that for a while, then he left the ultra-sensitive little nub of cunt 
flesh so he could slam his finger in and out of her as fast and as hard as 
he could. 

Betsy closed her eyes, her face pointing up towards the roof of the cab as 
she had an orgasm. Mac dug his finger into her, trying to concentrate on her 
pussy and the road at the same time. 

Johnny stirred in his sleep as he heard her moaning loudly as come ooozed 
out of the inner walls of her pussy and streamed down the length of her 
canal in a thick, steady, pulsating flow. 

Mac eased up on her a little and then Joan took the opportunity to give her 
breasts a fast feeling before she started to suck on one of Betsy's nipples. 

Mac took his finger out of her pussy and Joan immediately rammed hers right 
up where Mac's had been. Betsy grabbed the back of Joan's head and crushed 
her face against her throbbing breast flesh. 

Joan slapped her hand into Betsy's pussy up to her knuckle, working on her 
just as hard as Mac had. Betsy's mouth was wide open as she reached down and 
pinched Joan's nipples in retaliation. 

Joan kept at it, knowing that Betsy would soon come again. Besides, Betsy's 
hands were doing fantastic things to her own breasts. She sucked on her 
other nipple, using her teeth and trying to imitate what a baby would do. 

Betsy moaned deeply and had another orgasm, bucking her pelvis upward in 
automatic response as sweet come rolled down her canal. She overflowed 
slightly, some of it dribbling out from between her pussy lips and onto her 
inner thighs. 

Joan took her mouth off of her breasts and her finger out of Betsy's 
seething pussy. Then she left her to come down from the heights by herself, 
lighting a cigarette and winking at Mac. 

"Shouldn't exert yourself too much in this heat," said Mac. 

"Look who's talking." 

"Well, I only started it." 

"And I finished it," said Joan. 

"Think so, huh?" 

"Yup." 

"Well, unless you've grown something between your legs since I saw you last, 
I wouldn't count on it." 

"I give up, you're too good." 

"No, you're young, that's all," said Mac. 

"How old do you think I am?" she asked. 

"Twenty," guessed Mac. 

"I'm twenty-one." she said. 

"You're not exactly an old lady." 

"I know a few things." 

"Look, you know more than most of the girls in this country who are thirty 
but be careful whose head you start fucking with, that's all," said Mac. 

"I wasn't trying to fuck with your head." 

"I know, I'm only playing with you," he said. 

"How old are you?" she asked. 

"Thirty-two." 

"Old man," she teased. 

"Yup, that's me alright." 

"That was delicious," said Betsy, coming around finally. 

"Piggy," said Joan. 

"Why not if it's good," she said. 

"My sentiments exactly," agreed Mac. 

"You keep out of this, " said Betsy. 

"Just wait until tonight," said Mac. 

"What's happening then?" asked Betsy. 

"You'll see," he said. 

"Mmmm, I can hardly wait." 

Betsy pulled up her pants. The sex had given her an appetite so she ate some 
more fruit. Mac was beginning to get hungry but he was determined to wait 
until after nightfall before he stopped again. 

It really got boring after that, what with the highway going straight as an 
arrow over the flat, featureless desert. It stayed just as hot although Mac 
knew that it was probably a couple of degrees cooler. 

He kept on checking the water temperature gauge on the dashboard, but 
nothing had happened. The engine was hot but they were designed to run that 
way anyway. The thing was probably right in its element. 

The last three hours that Mac drove he did on sheer will power. His body was 
sticky from sweating so much and he really felt like taking a shower. That 
would come in Los Angeles, along with a lot of other things, though. 

Again he decided to stop at a place not frequented by truckers so that the 
girls could come in with him and Johnny. Riding all day and night was 
probably bad enough for them but when they couldn't even get out for an hour 
or so-well, he just couldn't do it. 

"We'll be stopping soon, better get dressed," he said. 

"Want me to wake Johnny up?" asked Joan. "Yeah." 

Joan stood on the seat and leaned into the bunk, whispering something into 
his ear. He mumbled something back to her. Then she ran the tip of her 
tongue across his lips. 

That did it for him. He smiled and stretched and opened his mouth all at the 
same time, Joan pressing her lips against his and rubbing his chest as she 
kissed him. He sucked on her tongue, opening his eyes as he woke up. 

"OK, that's enough. What's happening?" 

"Dinner time," replied Mac. 

"How long have I been out for?" 

"Long enough," said Joan as she got up into the bunk with him, Johnny making 
room for her. 

"Where are we?" he asked. "Not far from the Arizona border," replied Mac. 

"I'm starving. You people eat lunch?" 

"Fruit, that's all," said Betsy. "Any left?" asked Johnny. "Sure." 

Betsy handed him the bag and Johnny ate something just to quiet his stomach 
down. After he did that he got down onto the seat, making Betsy get up into 
the bunk. 

"Feel like driving all night?" asked Mac. 

"Sure, want to take the girls in with us when we eat?" 

"Yeah, we'll stop at Mom's" 

"OK, no other trucks ever stop there." 

"Should be safe enough." 

Johnny lit a cigarette and looked out at the scenery. He wasn't too 
impressed and in a way, it was a lot easier to drive than it was to just be 
a passenger. 

By the time he finished his butt, Mac was braking to a slow stop in front of 
this little roadhouse called Mom's. It was an out-of-the-way little place 
that Mac had discovered quite by accident several years ago when he broke 
down about a mile up the road. 

While he was waiting for help, he ate dinner there and found out that the 
food was really good. Ever since then he always liked to stop there. 

Just to play it safe Mac parked the truck in back of the place. The four of 
them went in, Mom recognizing Mac and Johnny from before and giving them a 
warm welcome. 

It was a very homey place as places in that part of the country can be 
sometimes and as Mac had said the food was really down to earth. They all 
had good appetites which delighted Mom to no end. Mom was the cook as well. 
Mac didn't know if she made much money but she deserved to. At least that 
was the way he figured it. 

After dinner, Johnny went out to the truck and brought back the bottle of 
scotch so they could buy Mom a drink. Mom obviously had been around a lot. 

You could tell from certain little things she dropped in conversation and 
both Betsy and Joan liked her a lot. Johnny limited himself to one drink 
because he had to drive but Mac had the whole night ahead of him so he had a 
couple. 

By the time they walked out of the place the sun had gone down and it was a 
lot cooler. The sky was clear and cloudless, stars twinkling over head. 

The desert didn't retain any of the heat it got subjected to during the day 
because it reflected it all so that when night came, the sand cooled off 
very quickly. 

Mac knew that it could actually get cold on the desert at night and he 
remembered long empty nights when he had the heater on full blast, wishing 
he had a sweater with him. 

The gravel crunched under their feet as they walked slowly towards the 
truck. Johnny told the two girls to get up in the bunk so he and Mac could 
bullshit in peace for a while. 

Mac settled back, glad not to be behind the wheel anymore. He belted down 
scotch and chased it with water, wondering if he had enough to last the 
night. After he had had a few ounces of booze, his mood definitely turned as 
he relaxed. 

"Good trip out, huh?" he asked. 

"We're not there yet." 

"Almost. Another day or so." 

"Yeah, it was a good trip," admitted Johnny. 

"Wonder what the one back's gonna be like?" 

"Probably shitty." 

"Listen," said Mac, "wanna really push it and try and buy ourselves a night 
at the Piston?" 

"You mean stash the truck?" 

"Yeah." 

"Sounds like fun," said Johnny. "It'll be our reward for being so good," 
said Mac. 

"I'm surprised that it hasn't been closed down." 

"Naw, she pays off the cops." 

"I guess she does at that," said Johnny. "What's the Piston?" asked Betsy. 
"This club we go to in L.A.," said Mac. "Oh," said Betsy. 

The Piston wasn't an ordinary club by any stretch of the imagination. It was 
notorious, at least insofar as it was known. Not that many people knew of 
its existence. It never did any advertising and its specialty was sex. 

The menu was long and varied, you could get anything you wanted, any way you 
wanted it. Mac was pals with one of the bouncers so he and Johnny got a 
special reduced rate. 

It was very expensive and if the place were ever raided, careers would be 
ruined overnight. It was highly doubtful that it ever would because the guy 
that ran it was smart and he knew just where his money would do him the most 
good. 

As long as nothing too outrageous happened there, like someone getting 
themselves croaked or something, the place was tolerated for a very high 
price. 

Even so, it probably made a fortune. Johnny and Mac were good for about one 
night there. They had heard stories of guys who had gone in there and stayed 
for days on end, spending literally thousands of dollars for their perverse 
pleasures. 

"Wonder if it's changed at all?" asked Mac. 

"Why should it change?'. 

"People get tired of the same old shit. Hope Denice is there, sure did like 
her," said Mac. 

"Why don't you ask her to come back with you?" asked Johnny. 

"Shit, if they all said yes, I'd be able to fill up this truck with 'em 
all," said Mac. 

"You just better hope they keep on sayin' no, then," said Johnny. 

"Why do you think I ask them. Shit, I know what they'll say way in advance." 

"You know, you're not as dumb as you look." 

"Couldn't be," he said. 

Mac was beginning to get a little tight. He had been nipping away regularly, 
knowing that the food in his stomach would delay the process of getting 
drunk. 

No, this way he could drink more and just get high. Besides, he liked 
drinking but he didn't like getting drunk. It was too bad that sometimes the 
two went hand in hand. 

"Mac, come to bed," said Betsy. 

"Now when was the last time I heard that?" he asked no one in particular, 
scratching his head as if he were trying to remember. 

"Sounds like a nice invitation to me," said Johnny. 

"Oh it is, it is. I just wanna talk to my old buddy for a while longer," he 
said. 

"Well, I'm gonna be right here," said Johnny. 

"You're not going anywhere, that's for sure." 

"I'm in the mood for it though, I really feel like burning up some miles 
tonight," said Johnny. 

"Be my guest. You should have a good run, not too much traffic," said Mac. 
"Yeah, it'll be OK," said Johnny. "Wanna another nip?" 

"OK, one more." 

Mac handed him the bottle and watched Johnny take a couple of swallows, 
finally handing the bottle back and taking the thermos so he could drink 
some water. 

"Better?" asked Mac. 

"That should hold me the night," he replied. "I'll leave you the booze when 
I go up." 

"That's OK." 

"Joan'll want some." 

"You're right, forgot about her." 

"Shouldn't do that pal." 

"My memory's getting bad in my old age," said Johnny. 

"Must be," said Mac. 

Johnny pushed the truck up to seventy hoping he could hold it there for most 
of the night. There was no real reason why he shouldn't be able to, the road 
being flat and wide and not having too many turns in it. Also, there wasn't 
much traffic. 

Just the conditions under which he liked to drive. Sometimes he felt like a 
superman, like he could drive that way forever, going from one night right 
into the next. 

"I'm gonna go up now. Joan, make room." 

Mac passed the bottle up to Betsy who immediately took a healthy swig out of 
it as Joan climbed down, sitting next to Johnny, glad she was where she was. 

Betsy was already undressed, sly thing that she was. Mac took off his 
clothes and stretched out, feeling the effects of both the long drive he 
made and the booze. 

She ran her fingertips up and down his hairy chest. Mac closed his eyes and 
enjoyed the attention, his prick lying limp between his muscular legs. 

Then she leaned over him, anxious for him to start doing something. 

Her tongue snaked into his mouth as her breasts crushed against his chest. 
She moved around a lot inside of his mouth, fencing with his tongue. One of 
her hands went down between his legs and she began to stroke his prick. 

Mac didn't feel like working too hard so he let her do it all. Betsy used 
her hand surprisingly well on his testicles and rod, really exciting him 
quickly. 

She moved her mouth around on his a lot, smearing her saliva all over his 
lips, making him breathe faster and faster. Then she took her mouth off of 
his and Mac knew what she was going to do. 

Mac felt the ends of her hair tease and brush up against his thighs. Then 
her tongue was trying to force its way into the tiny hole in the head of his 
prick. 

She did that for a short time liking it better when she licked his head all 
over, slowly, caressing it with her tongue as her hands cupped and held his 
balls. 

Mac liked it better that way, too. Betsy opened her mouth, her lips parting 
so she could close them over the end of his prick. She held herself like 
that, just sucking on him quietly until she finally lowered her head 
downwards until her lips were touching his pubic hairs. 

It was a lot of cock to take all at one sitting and Mac was truly impressed. 
Not that he had a horse cock because he didn't, but nevertheless he was a 
pretty big boy. 

Betsy slowly raised and lowered her head along the length of Mac's prick, 
evidently wanting to do a really super job on him. Mac would have been the 
last to complain, spreading his legs so she could pay attention to his 
balls. 

Betsy didn't miss a trick and Mac was beginning to wonder if maybe she 
didn't do it as a sideline. Those were nasty thoughts though, and he quickly 
put them out of his mind. 

She picked up her speed a little, her lips squeezing him harder as she began 
to bob her head up and down on him. Her eyes were closed and she thrilled at 
his taste and texture of his skin. 

Mac didn't want to come in her mouth so he lifted her head off of him, Betsy 
sucking in air, moaning softly, moving up on the bunk so Mac could roll over 
on top of her. 

"Oh, it's so good with you," she panted. "I know." 

"Fuck me well." 

"I will baby." 

Those were the kind of promises that could really get you into a lot of 
trouble. Nevertheless Mac pushed himself up into her, Betsy squirming around 
on him, loving the way he felt buried deep inside of her young body. 

Her hands caressed his flanks and loins as she adjusted her position, making 
it as good for herself as she could. No one would have blamed her in the 
least, either. 

Mac then began to friction her, slowly at first, letting her enjoy it before 
they got down to the heavy stuff. He built up her excitement slowly, taking 
his time, prepared to fuck all night if he wanted to. 

Betsy panted, desperately wanting an orgasm, knowing it would be there soon 
but impatient in her youth. Mac picked up his speed a little, goosing her 
along as it were. 

Betsy clutched at him, straining upwards. It took him by surprise but he 
figured that there was a lot he didn't know about women so he suddenly 
hammered away at her as hard and as fast as he could. 

It was enough to bring her to the edge and make sure she went over. She 
whimpered almost in disbelief at the passion and satisfaction she was 
getting from his prick, wondering how long it would be until she got another 
one just as good. 

Their bodies slapped together hard until Mac put on the brakes, resuming his 
former speed. Betsy's mouth was wide open, her breasts shaking a lot on her 
chest, the nipples hard, erect little nubs of pleasure and excitement. 

It looked like it was going to be a long night so Mac picked up his speed, 
relaxed and comfortable in his fucking. Her pussy was small and tight and he 
really had to work to stop himself from shooting his load then and there. 

Betsy would have liked nothing better. She began to move her pelvis upward, 
making Mac's prick penetrate into her pussy just a little deeper, making it 
infinitely more exciting for her. 

Mac kissed her, grinding his mouth into hers, ramming his tongue around 
inside of hers. Betsy arched her chest upwards, connecting with him like she 
never had before. 

Mac broke the kiss, slapping himself into her with reckless abandon. All of 
a sudden he was tired and he wanted to come and go to sleep. He didn't know 
why he changed his mind, but that was the way it went sometimes and he was 
definitely in the driver's seat. 

Betsy yelled as she came again, more powerfully than the first time, her 
pussy screaming, feeling like all of her nerve endings were suddenly exposed 
to Mac's driving prick. 

She raked his back with her fingernails, making him go even faster. Then the 
head of his prick swelled and he shuddered as he ejaculated a load of hot 
come into her cunt. 

His testicles paused for a minute, then he gave her another dose of the same 
medicine, filling up her canal, mixing his come in with hers, making her 
come for a third time. 

As soon as his testicles had emptied themselves he stopped, resting on top 
of her until he had got his breath. Then he pulled out, rolling over onto 
his back. 

He reached behind him for the booze and took a swig. Then he remembered he 
had forgotten the water. 

"Is the thermos down there?" he asked. 

"Just a minute," said Joan. 

She passed it up to him and he took a couple of swallows. Betsy opened her 
eyes and took a couple of drinks before she lit a cigarette, still wanting 
to fuck. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"That was really good," she said, still breathing a little hard. "Uh-huh." 

"Why did you stop so soon?" 

"I'm tired baby. Why? Didn't I satisfy you?" 

"Oh, yes, you really did." 

"OK, that's all I'm interested in." 

"How long will you be in L.A. for?" 

"Two days, maybe." 

"Come visit us?" she asked. "Sure, give me your address and phone number and 
we'll see if we can't get together.'. 'That would be super." 

"Sure would. Joan? Want the booze?" 

"Yes." 

"Here it is, then." 

Mac passed it down to her. He had no intention in the world of visiting 
Betsy once they got to Los Angeles. There would be more than enough trouble 
for them to get into at the Piston. Besides, there were a lot of rules you 
could break on the road that just wouldn't go down in the city. 

No, she was cute and he loved her pussy but that didn't make her any too 
special in his eyes. Sleep would be better than thinking so he closed his 
eyes, pushed into sleep by the combination of sex and booze. It worked every 
time. 

Betsy stayed awake, looking down at his body, really liking it, trying to 
digest all that had happened the last couple of days. For all intents and 
purposes this was their last night together. 

She wished that there would be something more, some guarantee that she would 
see him again but Betsy knew that it was impossible. The only thing she 
could hope for was that they would see each other in Los Angeles. 

It bothered her a lot and her mind was troubled, keeping her up longer than 
was really necessary. Beside her, Mac's breathing was slow and regular. 

"Want some?" asked Joan, taking the bottle away from her lips. 

"No thanks," 

"Betsy really likes Mac." 

"How do you know?" 

"Oh, the way she acts when she's around him." 

"You mean because she fucks him?" 

"No, silly, other things." 

"OK, if you say so." 

"He's going to hurt her, isn't he?" 

"I figure that's up to her," said Johnny. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'll explain later on." 

He said that knowing he wouldn't but at the same time while he didn't like 
to lie to her he really didn't feel like getting into that kind of a 
conversation. 

Fortunately Joan had the sense not to push him. Maybe she knew it wouldn't 
do any good, maybe she was young and unsure of herself. Johnny wasn't 
interested in the reasons. 

It was good driving and Joan got nice and quiet, leaving him to his 
thoughts. The sound of the steady droning of the engine reassured him and 
gave him confidence. 

The wind rushed by and every now and then Johnny would look up and see a 
particular star he was keeping an eye on. He was racing with it and he 
noticed that over a period of an hour, his relationship with it changed ever 
so slightly. 

He wondered in what direction it was going. He passed over the Arizona 
border without even slowing down. The last car had passed him about an hour 
ago but since then there had been nothing. 

It was as if he was the last living soul on the face of the earth and he 
liked the feeling it gave him. He wondered why Joan just didn't go to sleep. 
She was sitting on the other side of the cab, peering intently ahead. 

It was strange but somehow he liked the company. It was a different 
experience for him seeing as how he was used to driving all alone. He never 
picked up hitchhikers, except if they were females and cooperated and those 
were few and far between. 

It had been a good trip out. The fucking had been good and they had made 
excellent time. They always did that but considering all the times they had 
stopped for one reason or the other it was even all the more amazing to him. 

The trip back would probably be a complete drag but one out of two was an 
average he would gladly settle for. Then there was the Piston to look for. 
He always had the feeling that someone was about to get shot there. 

Of course that never happened and never would but nevertheless it was that 
kind of place. There was a lot of tension. Fortunately there was also a lot 
of everything else in the way of sex so one thing sort of got worked out on 
the other. 

Joan nipped away steadily and Johnny was thinking that after a while she'd 
just get drunk and pass out. That was fine with him although he had a 
definite yearning for her. 

There was something about her body that really turned him on. It wasn't that 
great and he had definitely fucked girls who were much more beautiful than 
Joan. 

No, it was something that he couldn't put his finger on. Whatever it was it 
was certainly powerful enough and he felt his prick begin to stir between 
his legs. 

He forced himself to think about something else. He tried to calculate 
exactly where they would be when he had to stop for gas again. The truck had 
a thirty gallon tank so it could go pretty far. Also it was a V six which 
meant that in spite of the heavy load it was pulling, it still got good 
milage. 

He settled on Yuma, hoping it would be somewhere before that actually. He 
didn't envy Mac at having to drive through the Mohave during the day. Nope, 
it wasn't for him. 

He was lucky he could sleep through heat. A lot of guys couldn't and it was 
really shitty for them. Mac had heard stories about guys really having a 
rough go of it after a couple of days. 

He lit a cigarette, dragging deeply. Then he felt like a drink and reached 
over and got the bottle and took a swig. They should have gotten some coffee 
to take with them. Usually it was the first thing he thought of and he 
wondered how he could have forgotten. He didn't bother to chase the booze, 
liking the way it went down. 

The hours turned into miles, Johnny getting into his driving, Joan still 
awake. There weren't any houses or things like that. It was just desert. 

Johnny thought ,it was very pretty actually and all of a sudden he was 
tempted just to stop the truck and get out and walk around for a little 
while. He thought about it for a minute or so, then eased off the gas pedal 
and slowed down. 

"Is something wrong?" asked Joan. 

"I've got to go to the bathroom." 

He stopped, putting on the flashers before he and Joan climbed down. It was 
a fantastic night, not too chilly at all. Johnny walked into the desert for 
a ways. 

"How quiet it is," she whispered. 

"Yeah." 

He stopped and peed, looking around. Johnny knew that the desert was teeming 
with all kinds of life. Most of it was crawly stuff but there were little 
mice and things like that that were OK. 

It looked so barren, like they weren't even on the earth anymore. The desert 
reflected the moonlight and everything was made a lot lighter. Johnny had 
once driven across under a full moon and it was so bright that lights 
weren't even necessary. 

Joan took his hand as they walked back towards the truck. Before they got in 
she stopped him and looked up at him with big calf eyes. 

"Johnny?" 

"Yes." 

"Make love to me? Please?" 

"Sure, come on." 

He took her out onto the desert a ways. He found a spot that he liked not 
too far from the truck and took off his clothes, making a flat pile out of 
them on the ground. 

Joan undressed, her body looking fabulous in the moonlight. He sat down and 
she sat by his side, her hand on his prick, just holding it and squeezing it 
until it got hard. 

Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, sucking on him. She 
did it hard as if she had really wanted to do it for a long time. Maybe 
there was other shit going on too in her mind. 

There was a desperation in the way she sucked on him. Johnny was hip to it 
but he refused to let it bother him. Instead he got off on it as best he 
could. 

He lifted her head off of him and laid her down. Instead of fucking her, he 
squatted over her face so she could suck on him some more. He moved his cock 
down into her mouth and decided that he would give her a good mouthfucking. 

Joan thrilled as he slipped his saliva-glistening prick in and out of her 
squeezing lips. It made her feel like a woman in a weird way as if the 
satisfaction she was receiving was in some way different. 

Johnny pumped himself in and out of her hard and fast, sinking his prick 
down her throat, almost making her gag. Joan closed her eyes and felt 
lubrication well up inside of her canal. 

Johnny did that for a while and then he took himself out of her mouth, 
moving downwards on her body, covering her breasts with long, wet kisses. 
Joan moaned and panted as he kissed his way down her stomach, heading for 
her pussy. 

She sucked in her breath sharply as he mashed his face into her crotch, 
grabbing her buttocks from underneath and lifting her off the ground 
slightly. 

His tongue entered her and he kept it there where it would do the most good, 
poking and probing it around, finding her love button and sucking on it. 

Joan writhed around, her hands digging into the sand as Johnny started to 
suck her juices right out of her, making a lot of noise. He moved his face 
all over her pussy, licking it and running his tongue up and down her slit, 
exciting the shit out of her. 

Joan began to buck her pussy up into his face as she got closer and closer 
to her orgasm. Johnny rode her, taking her all the way with him, his fingers 
biting deeply into her flesh. 

Then she popped, her come racing down the entire length of her canal so 
Johnny could lap it up like a dog, drawing it into his mouth with his tongue 
and swallowing it. 

Joan squirmed around, Johnny having to hold on as if she were trying to get 
away from him or something. He sucked her till he felt she was empty of 
come. 

Then, before she had a chance to catch her breath, he scooted up on her body 
and shoved his cock up into her seething canal. He filled her up completely, 
hammering away at her good and fast. 

Joan was beside herself. Never had so much happened to her in a short time. 
The taste of his prick was still very much in her mouth as he drove himself 
relentlessly in and out of her tight little pussy, putting all of his weight 
behind each thrust. 

Joan was shot skyward, fighting for her breath, her breasts shaking on her 
chest as Johnny banged his body into hers as hard as he could. His prick 
split her in two almost as he gave her the works. 

She didn't know what was happening, really. Her whole body arched upward as 
she had another, much more powerful orgasm. Johnny didn't give her any 
chance to relax either, plunging in and out of her, digging away at her 
pussy. 

Joan threw her head from side to side, making a lot of noise as she heaved 
in air to her starved lungs. She clutched and grabbed at his shoulders 
automatically bucking her cunt up to meet his incoming prick. 

Johnny wanted to come quickly, and he did, shooting a wad up into her that 
stunned her. It was hot and thick and it coated the lining of her pussy. 

He salvoed into her once more and then he was finally finished. He stopped 
and rested, his prick shrinking rapidly still inside of her seething body. 

Joan lowered her legs and fought for her breath, still in the never-never 
land of sweet come and dizziness. Johnny was vaguely envious of her but his 
mind was turning to other things, like the long drive he had ahead of him. 

He didn't want to rush her, but he had to by pulling out of her and lighting 
a cigarette. He smoked it and then he took her by the hand and lifted her to 
her feet. 

Joan started acting like Lolita, smiling and shaking her head from side to 
side. It was a wonder she didn't start sucking on her thumb. In addition to 
that, she had Johnny's pants unzipped and down around his ankles before he 
knew what was happening. 

As soon as her hands touched his prick and she kissed, Johnny knew he was a 
goner. There he was, fucking out on the desert as if he didn't have a care 
in the world. 

Joan used both her hands on his rod, making it hard and erect. Then she got 
down on her knees and swirled the tip of her tongue around the head, making 
him pant. 

She fondled his testicles as she slowly moved her head backwards and 
forwards, using her teeth expertly on him. Johnny held her head between his 
hands, slapping himself into her and making her whimper her thanks and 
gratitude. 

Then he stepped back, letting his shining prick fall out of her mouth. He 
pushed her down onto the sand, lying facing her back. Then he changed his 
mind and rolled Joan over onto her stomach. 

She raised herself up on her knees a little as he spread her buttocks and 
placed his prick at the entrance to her asshole. He shoved himself in and at 
the same time, reached underneath her so he could rub her pussy. 

Johnny sank his prick into her asshole as far as it would go, making Joan 
grit her teeth as delicious pleasure/pain swept over her body in huge waves. 

He frictioned her hard and fast, taking his hand out of her quivering cunt 
so he could grab hold of her hips. He lunged downward, fucking her 
viciously. 

Joan's forehead was forced into the sands as Johnny used all of his huge 
weight on her, bouncing his hairy pelvis off of her rounded buttocks. Joan 
came, her juice suddenly spurting out of her body in a rapid flow that made 
her overflow. 

Johnny kept up his hard, fast pace, wanting to give her something to 
remember him by. His fingers bit into her hips as he dragged her upwards 
impaling Joan on his throbbing, big prick. 

He moved her around, feeling her breasts, holding her body up with his own 
as she leaned backwards, her mouth open, sobbing in air as fast as he could. 

Then he let go, shooting a lot of sperm upwards into her asshole. 

That didn't mean he'd stop fucking her. 

It burned and seared her out as he salvoed into her again, cupping her 
breasts and pinching her nipples hard. 

He bounced her up and down, making her moan even louder as she felt like she 
was going to faint. Low animal sounds came from the back of her throat as 
she became limp in his arms. 

As soon as Johnny had shot his load he moved her gently forward so that she 
was lying on her stomach. He pulled himself out of her and stuffed his prick 
back into his pants, again lighting a cigarette. 

He had lost a lot of time out on the desert. Oh, it was well spent, no doubt 
about that, but nevertheless there were still a lot of miles that had to be 
covered before the night was over. 

He let her take her time coming around, there being no sense as far as he 
was concerned in pushing it. Let her enjoy it while she could, that was what 
he thought. 

Joan rolled over onto her back and Johnny leaned down so he could give her a 
gentle kiss. Once he had done that she sort of came to although she was 
still breathing hard. 

Joan brushed the sand off of her before she slipped into her clothes and 
started walking back towards the truck. Johnny watched her for a couple of 
minutes, then followed. 

Their footsteps really sounded loud as they crunched along. They climbed up 
into the cab, Johnny started the engine and they slowly pulled away. 

It was amazing that no cars had passed them. The desert was really deserted 
at night, Johnny figured. He pushed the engine, wanting to make up for lost 
time. 

He stopped at eighty, deciding that that was a good a way as any to make 
some good miles. The truck rolled along easily. It took a long time for it 
to get up there but once it did the engine had no trouble in keeping it 
there. 

He raced off into the darkness and he kept pushing the speedometer because 
the desert was deserted. He felt like the only one on the road, and he sank 
into a deep reverie. 

Behind him Mac and Betsy were sleeping soundly. Probably they hadn't even 
woken up. Johnny checked his watch and it revealed to him that he and Betsy 
had been on the desert for nearly forty five minutes. 

It was a far out connection and Johnny had no regrets whatsoever. Joan took 
a pull out of the scotch before she lit a cigarette. Johnny tried to get 
back into the rhythm of driving. 

"That was the best ever," she said. 

"You're really good, baby." 

"I want to see you in L.A." 

"I don't know." 

"Why not?" 

"Mac and I won't have that much time there." 

"You'll have at least one night, won't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Don't you want to see me, Johnny?" 

"I just don't know what we'll be doing and I can't commit myself," he 
answered. "I understand." 

Joan took out a pad and a pencil from her purse and scribbled an address and 
a telephone number down on it. She handed it to him and he slipped it into 
his shirt pocket. 

"That's where I'll be," she said. 

"OK, I'll do my best." 

"I really want to see you." 

"I know. I said I'd do my best." 

Joan took another swig of booze before she put the bottle to bed. 

"You must be tired," he said. 

"I'm OK, how are you?" 

"I slept all day, I'm fine." 

"You really like driving, don't you?" 

"Yeah, especially at night." 

"So do I," she said. 

"So that's why you refuse to go to sleep, huh?" 

"Yup, I think it's beautiful out now," she said. 

Johnny had to agree with her. It was so quiet and peaceful that he almost 
felt guilty about rushing through the desert making all the noise he was. 

It was the kind of a place where a man could really sit down and think, get 
things straight in his mind. Johnny suddenly understood how gold prospectors 
would go into the desert and mountains with only a mule for company and stay 
there for years at a time. 

It was no wonder they never got lonely or anything. Johnny lit another 
cigarette and stretched his left leg, curling his toes inside his boot. He 
did certain things to relieve the strain on his body. 

Even though he really got into driving nevertheless it was physically hard 
work so he had figured out these little things like changing his sitting 
position every hour or so or just stretching, tightening and then relaxing 
his muscles. 

It helped him a lot and it made his job even more enjoyable. 

"Do you love your wife?" asked Joan. 

"Sometimes." 

"What does that mean?" 

"I'm not really sure." 

"You deserve to be happy, Johnny." 

"Who doesn't?" 

"I guess you're right," she said. 

"Go to sleep, kitten." 

"I'll sleep with you tomorrow." 

"OK, then be quiet for a little while. I've got some thinking I want to do." 

"Anything you say, Johnny." 

Joan shrank into the corner, her arm resting on the window sill. The air 
that swept through the cab was cool and clean, refreshing. She was obviously 
enjoying herself. 

Johnny was amazed how truthfully he had answered her question about Marge. 
Sometimes he loved her and sometimes he didn't. He supposed that those were 
things he should have decided long ago but he didn't and now he didn't like 
to think about them. 

He knew that that wasn't the answer, either, and he secretly hoped that the 
night would help him out and by some miracle, provide him with the answers 
to his problems. 

He was only fooling himself and he knew it, so he stopped thinking about it 
after he decided that a separation followed by divorce was the only 
realistic way out. 

He did it just like that, something that had been going from one side of his 
head to the other for years and he knew that he would stick by his decision. 

Joan looked lovely and Johnny had the feeling that he was really going to 
see her in Los Angeles. After he and Mac went to the Piston of course. No, 
he wouldn't miss that for anything else in the whole world. It practically 
made the trip. 

Fortunately, he never had any trouble in getting laid so he placed no 
intrinsic value on pussy. The value of a person lay elsewhere and the people 
who were worth something were far and few between. 

Joan eventually dropped off to sleep, the motion of the cab making it easy 
for her. It made a big difference because Johnny felt really alone then, 
which he liked. 

It was a big decision he had just made and he wondered if he could stand up 
under all of its implications. Oh, it was one thing to tell yourself things 
when you were in a truck in the middle of the desert, but try the same shit 
when you're facing her. 

There was only one way to find out and he knew that there was obviously 
going to be a showdown when he got back to New York. Yeah, some interesting 
things happened across the country. 

Joan never woke up until the next morning. Johnny was going to wake Mac up 
about an hour before they stopped for breakfast. It had been a good run and 
he had managed to make up for the time he lost on the desert when he was 
fucking Joan. 

Mac rolled over into his sleep, facing Betsy. His hand was sort of lying on 
her thighs, then it fell off between her legs. 

Mac started to rub her, even though he was only a tiny bit awake. Automatic 
reflex, that's what it was. At any rate the more he rubbed her the more 
awake he became. 

Betsy must have been a really sound sleeper because the only thing she did 
was roll over onto her back. Then Mac opened his eyes, devilment in his 
soul. 

He carefully got an erection first before he laid on top of her, moving as 
quietly as he could. He rubbed the head of his prick up and down her slit 
just to get her lubricated and then he slipped himself up into her canal. 

He was about halfway up before Betsy finally opened her eyes. It took her a 
second or two to realize what was happening and in that time Mac slammed 
himself home to his hairy hilt. 

Betsy gasped and sucked in her breath sharply, her eyes bulging in their 
sockets as he started to friction her. Johnny perked up his ears, not really 
sure of what he was hearing. 

Betsy mashed her mouth against his as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 
Her pussy wasn't quite as lubricated as it should have been which made it 
much better. 

Mac twisted his face around on hers, hammering away at her, wanting to give 
her a quick orgasm. He drove away at her faster and faster, his testicles 
tightening in their sac. 

Betsy took her mouth off of his so she could breathe, feeling her body begin 
to quiver all over. Mac kept up his pace, giving it all he had, hoping they 
could come together. 

They made a lot of noise, waking Joan up as they fucked. Betsy started to 
come and Mac let go, hoping his timing was good. It was because his sperm 
shot up into her just as she was getting off. When she felt it hit her 
insides, it made her orgasm even more powerful. 

She bucked her cunt up to meet his incoming prick as he slammed it into her 
hard and fast, her eyes shut tightly, her breath coming in short little 
gasps. 

Mac was able to salvoe once more into her before he collapsed. He didn't 
know what had possessed him to fuck her like that. Maybe it seemed like a 
good idea at the time. 

At any rate he pulled himself out of her, his cock already soft and useless 
between his legs. He rolled over onto his back, breathing very hard himself. 

"What was that for?" asked Betsy. 

"Beats me," said Mac. "Morning, everyone." 

"Morning," said Johnny. "Hungry?" 

"I could eat, yeah," replied Mac. 

Betsy started rubbing her pussy, making some of the whey ooze out from 
between her still quivering cunt lips. Then she stuck her middle finger up 
into herself and started to masturbate. 

Mac put on his clothes and climbed down, Joan moving over to make room for 
him. He looked around and had a good idea of where they were. He wished he 
could have had some coffee but he substituted a cigarette instead. 

Behind him Betsy was making the walls of her vagina expand and contract as 
she reamed herself out with her finger. She panted and moaned loudly as she 
felt herself about to come. 

It was a great release for her. She poked furiously at her love button as 
she came, pulsating waves of pleasure rippling over her body. Mac woke up 
slowly, slouching down in the seat, his mind on eating something in a hurry. 

Johnny pulled over at a place. It was about eight o'clock but the sun was 
hot already. They went in and sat down. The waitresses were wide awake even 
though the place had only been open for an hour or so. 

Betsy and Joan went into the girls' room, leaving the two men alone. 

"What do you think?" asked Mac. 

"Joan wants to see me in L.A." 

"I got the same story from Betsy." 

"I think we ought to disappear," said Johnny. 

"I agree," said Mac. 

The girls came out and they ate their breakfast, Johnny and Mac really 
putting it away. They lingered over their cigarettes for a while. Mac went 
out to the truck and got the thermos and refilled it with water. He knew 
what was waiting for him out there. 

"Where you boys heading?" asked the waitress as she wrote out their check 
and put it down on the table. 

"The coast," replied Mac. 

"Awful hot out there today, supposed to go up to a hundred and fifteen," 
said the waitress. 

"That's hot," said Johnny. 

"Have a good trip." 

"We will," said Mac. 

They tipped well and left, Johnny getting into the bunk immediately, putting 
the fan on himself and preferring to lay up there and watch for a while 
before going to sleep. 

Mac headed towards Yuma and by the time they got there it was so hot inside 
the cab that you couldn't touch anything that was metal. The sun beat down 
mercilessly outside. 

It was easy to see how guys went stark, raving mad and how their brains 
literally fried inside their skulls. Mac wasn't particularly worried though 
because he had confidence in the truck and in himself. 

They stopped for gas in Yuma where the thermometer was edging a hundred and 
sixteen. Mac checked everything over, not wanting to take any unnecessary 
chances. He also got about a quart of iced tea which the girls held on their 
laps. 

"It's gonna be hotter on the Mohave," said Mac. 

"Ugh," grunted Betsy. 

"Just thought I'd give you fair warning." 

Mac wasn't kidding, either. Once they got outside of Yuma it started. There 
were warning signs all over the place cautioning those drivers with 
questionable cars not to attempt to cross the desert during the day. There 
was also one sign which had some statistics about how many people had 
croaked out there because their cars stalled and they died of sunstroke. 

Betsy and Joan wilted almost immediately while Mac got into it. He liked his 
body when he sweated and the more he did the more water he sloshed down his 
throat. 

The desert was blinding and he was glad for his polaroid sunglasses which 
cut down the glare considerably. He kept the truck at a steady sixty-five 
knowing that there were some upgrades that would slow him down a lot. 

That was where it was most dangerous because the engine was really working 
then as hard as it could. It took them several hours to cross the Mohave 
desert during which time salt was actually caked on their faces from 
thensweat. 

Betsy and Joan suffered a lot and thought about air-conditioning and 
swimming pools and stuff like that. Johnny slept through it all, just like a 
baby. 

Then the character of the land changed dramatically. All of a sudden it got 
greener and they knew they were out of the desert. Mac had thoroughly 
enjoyed himself, barreling along, singing, his body soaked with sweat. 

The temperature dropped quickly though. It was still hot but it was much 
more realistic. The iced tea was almost gone and Mac stopped at a place 
where they got some more and also some fruit. 

The rest of the trip was dull and uneventful. He had to fight some traffic 
at San Diego and it was about eight o'clock that night when they pulled into 
Los Angeles. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Any place in particular you want us to drop you?" asked Mac. "Any place is 
fine." 

Mac stopped in downtown L.A. and the two girls got out. Mac and Johnny 
promised that they'd call them the following morning. 

"Pete's?" asked Mac. 

"Yeah. Those two were crazy little girls," said Johnny. 

"Sure were, I felt Betsy's claws in me all the way." 

"I know the feeling," agreed Johnny. 

So it was with a great sense of relief that they turned their minds to other 
things. They arrived at Pete's which was a garage where truckers who had 
made better time than they should have could stash their trucks for a day or 
so. 

Mac shut off the engine, glad to be on foot again. They went over to the 
office and checked in with Charlie, a pimply-faced ex-con. 

"How long you boys be?" he asked. 

"Day," replied Mac. 

"Put it in the right place?" 

"Yeah." 

"Twenty bucks," said Charlie. 

Johnny handed him the dough and then they left. They went to a hotel they 
stayed at while they were in town and showered and changed. It really felt 
good to Mac who was still salty from sweating so much during the day. 

"How was it out there today?" asked Johnny as he made himself a drink and 
sat down on the bed. 

"It was a furnace. I thought the two girls were going to dry up and blow 
away," he answered from the bathroom where he was drying himself off, 
admiring his body in the mirror. 

"Glad I wasn't around," said Johnny. 

"I didn't mind," said Mac as he came out. 

They changed into sports jackets and slacks, not looking like truck drivers 
at all. Johnny downed his drink and then they split. They headed for a 
particular restaurant they went to because their steaks were very good. 

They both drank a lot during dinner but they tried to equalize it by eating 
more. By the time they walked out they weren't exactly drunk but were just 
feeling good. Mac was a little tired, needless to say, but the anticipation 
of what was going to happen that night buoyed him right up. 

"Piston?" asked Johnny as he patted his full stomach. 

They were walking down Sunset Boulevard which was pretty crowded. The girls 
all looked fantastic, their bodies glowing with rich California tans. It put 
Johnny and Mac in a good mood. 

"Sure? How much dough you got on you?" 

"Couple of hundred." 

"OK, I'll match it." 

"There's also some company dough back at the hotel if you want to go get 
it," suggested Johnny. 

"Naw, that's OK." 

They hopped in a taxi that rode straight out Sunset, heading towards Malibu. 
The Piston was located in a private house in the Pacific Palisades. As a 
safety precaution Johnny had the driver stop several blocks from the house. 
They got out and walked around, waiting for the cab to disappear. It finally 
did and they walked quickly up to the front door. 

"Hiya, Jimmy," said Mac to the bouncer that opened the door. 

"Mac, good to see ya." 

"You remember Johnny." 

"Sure, how ya goin'?" 

Johnny shook his offered hand. It was like shaking hands with a bear trap. 
Jimmy shut the door and ushered them into one of the small rooms where they 
waited until a butler came in with a tray full of drinks. 

Johnny and Mac helped themselves and began to look through a book. On one 
page was a naked photograph of a girl and on the page opposite was hsted 
what she would do and how much it was. 

"Sure hope Denice is still here," said Mac. 

"There she is," said Johnny. 

"Ah, she sure is." 

They sipped at their drinks trying to decide what to do. Mac definitely 
wanted Denice but it was all a question of her availability. Neither one of 
them knew how many rooms there were in the house. It was a large place, and 
they knew that it had been divided into a lot of small rooms, where 
individual things took place. 

There were also orgies of every type and description. The Piston catered to 
those who could afford to pay for their pleasures so there was absolutely no 
limit on what went on whatsoever. 

"Oh, let's go for Denice," suggested Mac. 

"I don't know," hedged Johnny. 

"Who else is there? Come on." 

"OK, see if she's around," said Johnny, giving in to him. 

There was a little buzzer on the door which Mac pushed. After a couple of 
minutes a man in a suit came in and Mac told him that they'd like Denice. 

He picked up the telephone that hung next to the buzzer and spoke into it. 
He had one of those ways of talking that was so low that you could be 
standing five feet from him and not hear what he was saying. 

"She'll be ready in fifteen minutes. Wait here. I'll send in the butler," he 
said pleasantly. 

"Nothing like a pro," said Johnny after the guy left. 

"That's what my old pop used to say." 

The butler came in and gave them fresh drinks. Now Mac was really in the 
mood. He had been thinking about it for the last three thousand miles and 
was really itching to go. 

He nervously drank his martini until the guy in the suit came back in. 
Johnny and Mac got up and followed him out of the room, down a long hallway 
and up a flight of stairs where he led them into a room. 

It was furnished with a bed, covered with a satin spread, some chairs, 
polished wood floors with a polar bear skin and a bar. Johnny made them some 
drinks as Mac nervously paced the floor waiting for Denice to come in. 

They were about half-finished with their drinks when the door opened and she 
glided in, preceded by a rush of perfume that numbed their senses 
completely. 

Her ripe body was covered with a black negligee which barely concealed her 
large breasts which jiggled as she moved over to them. She undressed them 
one by one, running her fingertips all over their bodies after she had laid 
them down on the bed. 

Her long blonde hair teased with their chests and crotches as she played 
with them, giving them erections. Then she stepped back and took off her 
negligee. 

Mac's prick got even harder when he saw her fine body. She came over and 
laid down on the bed beside him, pressing her lips against his and running 
the tip of her tongue across the inside of his mouth. At the same time her 
fingertips caressed his rod. 

Then she took her mouth off of his so she could lean over him, licking the 
head of his prick. Her skin was silky smooth and Johnny guessed her age to 
be about twenty-three or four. 

She was a very beautiful woman and Johnny reached over so he could caress 
her large, hard breasts. He made the nipples erect as Denice ran her tongue 
down the sensitive underside of Mac's prick till she reached his balls. 

She licked them all over, beginning to move her ass around, teasing Johnny 
with it. He scooted down on the bed so that she could sit on his face if she 
wanted to. 

She wanted to. As she put the head of Mac's prick back in her mouth and 
squeezed on it with her lips she sat down on Johnny's face, grinding her 
pussy into it. 

Johnny opened his mouth as wide as he could, sucking on her pussy which 
tasted great. Denice moaned a little as Johnny flicked his tongue in and out 
of her like a dog. 

He reached up so he could rub her stomach and ass as he ate her out. Denice 
bobbed her head up and down on Mac's prick as fast as she could, her hands 
milking his testicles. 

She was a professional all right, no doubt about it. Mac had been sucked on 
by a lot of women but none of them made him come as quickly as Denice did. 

He just couldn't help himself. He tried to hold back but it was useless. He 
squirted into her mouth, Denice swallowing every bit of it as she writhed 
around on top of Johnny's face. 

Mac emptied another load into her mouth and then he was finished. Denice 
moved herself off of Johnny's face and squatted over Mac, leaning over 
Johnny's rod, her breasts swinging free from her body. 

Her red lips encircled themselves around the head of his rod as she got 
herself into position. Mac leaned upwards, running the tip of his tongue up 
and down her slit. She had the best pussy he'd ever seen. She had shaved it 
and always kept it powdered and smelling like a rose garden. 

Denice slowly moved her head downwards along the length of Johnny's prick, 
squeezing him with her lips as Mac thrust his tongue up into her canal as 
far as he could. 

He grabbed her by the hips as he twisted his face around on her delicious 
pussy. At the same time Johnny felt her hands begin to milk his testicles. 

Once she got going there was nothing you could do. Johnny began to move his 
pelvis upwards, mouthfucking her. Denice's eyes were closed as she gave him 
the works. 

Johnny shot his load into her mouth, being unable to hold himself back any 
longer. Then Denice gave him a couple of more sucks just to make sure he'd 
stay sucked. 

She lifted her legs off of Mac and picked up her negligee and glided out of 
the room, waves of perfume surrounding her. Mac and Johnny looked at her, 
not being able to comprehend what had just happened. 

It was said that Denice could suck any man alive off in four minutes, 
sometimes three, that there was no man on the face of the earth who could 
hold for longer than that. 

It was her specialty and Johnny figured that occasionally she must fuck but 
if she did, it was for free. They got up and had a drink, it being on the 
house. 

"How does she do it?" asked Mac. 

"Damned if I know." 

"Most amazing thing I ever saw in my life." 

"Let's go downstairs," said Johnny. "OK." 

They dressed and left the room, going downstairs where there was a free bar. 
Anybody who went to the Piston spent enough dough so that it was the least 
thing the house could do to buy them a few drinks or even get them drunk. 

There were maybe half a dozen men and women there, the Piston being very 
liberated and not discriminating against the fairer sex at all. Some of them 
were all right and Mac wondered just what they were doing there in the first 
place. 

He knew better than to try and pick up any of them, that could be very 
fatal. So they just had some drinks quietly. Upstairs they had spent a 
hundred dollars apiece for about five minutes worth of sucking, no, it was 
less than that. 

Four minutes at the most. Denice was in the room a total of ten minutes, 
probably a little less. Mac figured that she was probably good for a 
thousand dollars a night if she was worth a red cent. 

"Well, what now?" asked Johnny. 

"Beats me pal." 

"We could have spent that dough better." 

"I was just thinking that myself," said Mac. 

They were both thinking the same thing at the same time. Mac stared down 
into his drink gloomily, wondering who was going to crack first. It was he. 

"Shit, why don't I call up Betsy?" 

"Might as well." 

"What about Joan?" 

"I'd just as soon fuck Betsy myself," said Johnny. 

"OK, I'll see if she's in." 

He went and made a telephone call while Johnny sat and drank. He was boozing 
it a lot but somehow he wasn't getting drunk. It was funny. A few of the 
faces changed at the bar but it was cool, the people all had a lot of dough. 
Mac came back and Johnny didn't even bother asking what had happened. 

"She's picking us up," he said. 

"When? Where?" 

"One hour, about six blocks from here. Wanna stay or take a walk?" asked 
Mac. 

"Might as well stay. You tell her to bring some booze?" 

"Yeah, she's got some dope too." 

"Good, what do you wanna do?" 

"Go down to the beach and fuck I guess, what else is there?" 

"Yeah, that's cool." 

They drank up at least twenty dollars worth of booze, at bar prices, 
naturally, before they left. They actually should have had champagne but it 
didn't occur to them to do so. 

The California night was balmy and warm as they walked down the road to the 
intersection where Betsy was supposed to pick them up. They waited there 
about ten minutes before they heard the car horn honk. 

"There she is," said Mac. 

Betsy was driving a new Fairlane convertible and Mac and Johnny got in. 
Betsy handed Mac half of a joint of marijuana and he smoked it as she pulled 
away. 

"Let's go swimming," suggested Betsy. 

"Great, got the booze?" asked Johnny as he took the smoldering joint from 
Mac. 

"Under the seat." 

"Towels?" asked Mac. 

"Everything your little heart could desire," she said. 

"Oh-oh, we're in trouble," said Mac. 

"I think so. Where's Joan tonight?" 

"Oh, she had a date. She'll really be pissed when I tell her you called," 
said Betsy. 

The breakers crashed on the rocks at Malibu and Johnny wondered why people 
didn't surf more at night. There was probably a good reason that he wasn't 
aware of though. 

Betsy took the Pacific Coast Highway north a ways until she found a deserted 
stretch of beach that was protected by some large rocks below. She parked 
the car on the side of the road and the three of them got out and walked 
down the small hillock to the beach. 

"Wanna go in bare ass?" she asked. 

"I don't see that there's any other way," said Mac. 

"You'll sink like a rock in there," said Johnny. 

"Naw, I'll just splash around." 

The combination of the scotch they had in the hotel, followed by the drinks 
at dinner, martinis at the Piston and now marijuana was definitely doing 
funny things to Mac's head. 

Betsy leaned over and slid the straps of her bra down her arms and off, 
revealing her fine, young breasts. Then she hooked her thumbs into the 
elastic that supported her panties and slid them down her thighs and stepped 
out of them. 

The black, hairy triangle of her sex mound stood out vividly against the 
whiteness of her skin. She walked towards the ocean and didn't stop at all, 
continuing in until the water was up to her chest and she was past the 
breakers where she could swim. 

"Uh, pull me out if I go under," said Mac. 

"You know you're crazy." 

"I know." 

Mac took in a deep breath and trotted down to the water, diving into about 
two feet of it and scraping his nose on the bottom. He thrashed around for a 
while before he finally stood up, looked around, shook his head and waded 
out for a ways. 

Johnny took his shirt off, then thought better of it, deciding he really 
didn't feel like getting wet just then. Instead he decided to wet the inside 
of his stomach. 

He uncorked the scotch bottle and took a healthy slug out of it. It burned 
and he almost choked but it sure tasted good. Mac and Betsy were somewhere 
out in the ocean swimming around. It was amazing how hard it was to see 
someone, especially at night. Johnny couldn't even see them. He hoped Mac 
had sense enough not to go too far out. 

He laid back on the sand, looking up at the stars and the curve of the 
earth. They were completely alone on the beach and Johnny thought that it 
was funny because it would be a place he'd come to whenever he could if he 
lived in Los Angeles. 

He stuck the scotch bottle into the sand and relaxed. He had been 
disappointed in the Piston. Usually Johnny preferred to watch a show like a 
girl getting fucked by a mule or something but that whole thing with Denice 
had been a waste of money. 

Never again would Mac talk him into something. Nope, if he wanted to throw 
his dough away like that, it was his business. As for old Johnny, well he 
knew where to spend his all right. 

He saw two forms coming out of the water, walking hand in hand. Naturally 
Mac dripped all over him as he leaned down to get a towel so he could dry 
Betsy off. 

"Survived, huh?" asked Johnny. 

"Me? Oh, yeah. It takes a little more than booze to knock old Mac out of the 
box." 

"I sure wish Joanie was here," said Betsy. 

"No you don't," said Mac. 

"How's that?" she asked. 

"Because John and myself are gonna give you the best little diddlin' you 
ever had." 

"I need a drink," she said. 

"Help yourself," said Johnny. 

"Chickened out, huh?" asked Mac as he spread the towels and sat down, 
lighting a cigarette. 

"I'm too old for this kind of stuff." 

Betsy pressed her back into Mac's, teasing him with her nipples. One of her 
hands reached around between his legs and she played with his limp prick. 

"Feels pretty lifeless," she said. 

"Maybe it's the company it's been keeping." 

"Oh really?" 

"Why don't you give it artificial respiration?" asked Mac. 

"How about mouth to mouth resuscitation?" suggested Johnny. 

"Now there's a pal for you," said Mac. 

Betsy laid down, putting her face between Mac's legs and holding his soft 
prick in her hands like it was a dead mackerel or something. Then she put 
the head in her mouth and held it there, licking it with her tongue as the 
whole thing quickly got hard. 

Mac laid back, spreading his legs as Betsy fondled his balls, feeling their 
heat and the way they moved around in their protective sac. Johnny moved 
around so he could slip a hand between her legs, making Betsy spread them. 

She lowered her head down along the length of his shaft as Johnny rubbed her 
pussy, pinching the folds gently and really getting her excited and 
well-lubricated inside. 

Johnny took his hand off of her cunt long enough so that he could take off 
his clothes. Unlike Mac he had no trouble in getting an erection. He took 
the head of his prick in his hands and carefully guided it to the entrance 
to her pussy. 

Betsy got up on her knees as Johnny rubbed her slit with his head, 
encouraging her to squirm backwards, moaning as if she were begging for his 
prick. 

Her head bobbed up and down on Mac's prick, her mouth filled with the taste 
and texture of his prick. Johnny slowly slipped his joint up into her canal, 
spreading her tight little lips as she stretched to accommodate him. 

She panted heavily, Mac moving upwards, mouthfucking her, his hands all over 
her breasts, pinching the nipples hard and inflaming them with excitement 
and desire. 

Johnny grabbed her by her hips as he pulled his prick out of her canal so he 
could push it up into her asshole. Betsy closed her eyes tightly as 
pleasure/pain washed over her. 

Finally she had to stop sucking on Mac because she thought she was going to 
faint. She lifted her mouth off of him and breathed as fast as she could. 

Johnny hammered himself into her, banging his body off of hers hard and 
fast. Betsy's head hung over, her hair obscuring her face, her breasts 
swinging free from her body and moving from side to side as Johnny pulled 
out of her asshole and drove his cock back up into her canal. 

Mac swigged heavily at the scotch, knowing Betsy didn't know if she was 
coming or going. Then he tapped Johnny on the shoulder so he could take his 
place. 

They made the switch quickly, Betsy feeling the absence of a prick in her 
for a minute or so and squirming backwards as if she were trying to find it. 

Johnny laid down under her and sucked on one of her breasts, biting the 
nipple. Betsy ran her hands all over his chest, desperate sounds coming from 
her throat. 

When she came she bucked backwards hard into Mac's driving cock. He helped 
her by pulling her backwards at the same time, making the head of his prick 
jab just that much further up into her innermost parts of her come-filled 
pussy. 

Johnny rubbed her other breast and her stomach. Betsy's hands dug into the 
sands as Mac traded pussy for asshole and stabbed himself into her roughly. 

Exciting pain spread throughout her body as her flesh, unused to such rough 
treatment, reacted. It glowed and excited the shit out of her. Johnny 
stopped feeling her so he could take a drink. He had a feeling that the 
night was still young. 

The booze brought him around again and Mac was now working on her pussy. He 
pulled out and laid down, Betsy sitting on him, carefully lowering herself 
downward. Mac watched as his prick disappeared inch by inch up into her 
body. 

Once she was all the way down she squirmed around, making his head rub new 
and different places up inside of her. Mac reached up so he could cup her 
hard breasts, digging his fingers into them and kneading them. 

The excitement was terrific and so they both kept their rhythm. 

Johnny stood up and was in front of her. As soon as Betsy saw him she 
anxiously reached out for him, her mouth open, the tip of her tongue 
sticking out. so that he could begin to friction her. Betsy held onto 
Johnny's thighs so that he could begin to friction her. Betsy held onto 
Johnny's thighs as Mac stabbed upwards. Her legs were spread wide apart and 
already bits of whey, thick and still hot from her body, were beginning to 
ooze out from between her pussy lips, some of them even dropping down onto 
Mac's hard, flat stomach. 

Johnny held her head between his hands and mouthfucked her, Betsy making a 
lot of noise as she came again, not knowing what was happening, just 
reacting to what she was experiencing and doing what her body told her to. 

Come, thick and creamy, filled her canal, making it easier for Mac to fuck 
her. Sometimes they dried out but not this time. Johnny started to come, his 
testicles tightening in their protective sack just before he began to squirt 
into her mouth. 

Betsy twisted her face around on his prick as she felt it hit her tongue. 
She held it there for a moment, savoring it and thrilling with the texture. 
Then she swallowed as she felt him salvo into her again. 

Johnny flooded into her mouth, slapping his hairy pelvis against her face as 
Mac concentrated on her seething pussy. He reached around and stuck his 
middle finger up into her asshole, giving her a bit of a double dose. 

Johnny stepped back, away from her, letting his prick fall out of her mouth. 
Betsy heaved in air, making a lot of noise. Johnny took Mac's finger out of 
her asshole and stuck his own up there, having the better angle of 
penetration. 

He rammed it up into her, reaming her out, giving her a lot of pain but also 
exciting her even more than she already was. Betsy came again and Mac was 
getting ready to do the same thing. He put on a burst of speed just before 
his testicles let loose with their precious cargo and sent it shooting up 
the length of his prick and into the deepest recesses of her body. 

Betsy gritted her teeth together, her eyes clenched closed. Mac gave her 
everything he had and then he stopped frictioning her, his head spinning. 

Johnny took his middle finger out of her asshole and had some more booze, 
lighting a cigarette at the same time. Betsy sat down on Mac's prick and he 
let it go soft inside her body before she got off of him, overflowing a lot 
of come which narrowly missed his stomach. 

Betsy laid down on her back, her legs still spread, breathing very hard. Mac 
and Johnny took a towel and went a few yards away from her, somehow feeling 
that she should have a little privacy. 

"How do you feel?" asked Mac. 

"I'm a little drunk." 

"Yeah, so am I." 

"Some chick." 

"Unbelievable. It must be the air out here that grows them so healthy. Gotta 
be somethin'," said Mac. 

"Why don't you bring her back with you?" 

"Naw, I got enough troubles without her adding to them." 

Johnny glanced over in Betsy's direction. She was sitting up, running her 
fingers through her hair. The way her breasts laid on her chest made for a 
lovely profile. 

"I think you're right. These young chicks'll kUl ya." 

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that." 

"Thank you," said Betsy, standing over them. They hadn't even heard her come 
over. Mac jumped a foot, not making the connection in his alcohol-clouded 
mind. 

"Our pleasure," he said. 

"Too bad Joanie wasn't here," said Betsy as she sat down. 

"No it wasn't" said Johnny. 

"Don't you like her?" asked Mac. 

"Sure but I liked this better." 

"Look, we'd better be getting back. I don't want to drive back to New York 
wrecked," said Mac. 

"Yeah, good idea." 

Johnny and Mac put on their clothes, both of them pretty drunk, although the 
night air which was now turning colder was invigorating and helped to clear 
their heads. 

Betsy took their hands and together they walked back up to the car. Johnny 
and Mac passed the bottle between them, knowing that it would probably be 
their last night in Los Angeles. 

"Where are you staying, I'll drop you," said Betsy. 

"Hotel Norman. Know where it is?" asked Mac. 

"Very fancy," said Betsy. 

"Nothing but the best," agreed Mac. 

Betsy was a pretty good driver for a woman so Mac and Johnny felt that they 
could relax and drink as much as they wanted to. The rushing air cleared 
their heads, taking the fuzziness out of them so by the time that they got 
to their hotel they were more tired than drunk. 

"Thanks a lot," said Mac as he gave her a kiss. 

"Say hello to Joan for me," said Johnny. "I will, see you," said Betsy. "I 
reckon so," said Mac as she pulled away. Johnny and Mac went up to their 
room and undressed, flopping naked on their beds. Then Mac sprang up and 
made himself a drink and took it back to the bed. 

"I'll have to work on the log book tomorrow," he said. 

"It'll be OK." 

"Damn, I just can't get over Betsy," said Mac. 

"Yes you can, lemme go to sleep." 

"OK, see you in the morning." 

"Yeah, sure." 

Johnny rolled over and went to sleep immediately. Mac continued to sit up 
and drink, his thoughts running all over his head. For a time he seriously 
considered asking Betsy to come back with him. Then he realized just how 
drunk he was so he took one last swig and turned out the night light and 
passed out. 

His head felt like it was the size of a water melon when he woke up the next 
morning. Bright sunlight was streaming in through the open curtains and he 
groped his way over to them and drew them shut. 

Johnny was still asleep and Mac didn't bother waking him. Instead he went 
over and opened a bottle of soda water, drinking some, hoping that the 
bubbles would do something for at least his stomach, if not his head. 

Then he went back to sleep and when he woke up for good the second time 
about two hours later he felt much better. Johnny woke up at about the same 
time and an hour later they had finished their breakfast and were on their 
way to Pete's. 

It took Mac about twenty minutes to jimmy the log book. Then they got in and 
drove over to the warehouse where they were supposed to deliver the truck. 

"How was the trip?" asked Wendel the dispatcher as they handed him the log 
book and sat down in his office. 

"Not bad, we're anxious to get back," said Mac. 

"Yeah, my wife was pretty sick, I spoke to her last night and she had to go 
to the hospital," said Johnny. 

"That's too bad, OK, I'll hurry the boys up. It's against regulations to 
send you right out again but I think we can stretch a few rules for you." 

"I'd sure appreciate it," said Johnny. "Unless you'd rather just fly back," 
said Wendel. 

"We'll make it in three and a half days, that's OK," said Mac. "OK, I'll be 
right back." 

He went out and they could hear him ordering the workmen around. When he 
came back there were a lot of forms he had to fill out which kept him busy 
and Johnny and Mac bored for about an hour or so. 

The foreman came in and told them that the truck was packed and gassed up, 
ready to go. 

"OK, see you the next trip," said Mac. 

"Have a good run." 

"We will," said Johnny. 

And both Mac and Johnny knew it would be a great run. 

Mac got behind the wheel and guided the truck out of Los Angeles, both of 
them figuring to go nonstop if they could. 

"That was a good story back there," said Mac. 

"I didn't figure there was any sense in hanging around for an extra day if 
we didn't have to," said Johnny. 

"None whatsoever." 

"By the time they hit Yuma it was dark so they stopped at a place and had 
dinner, gassing up the truck at the same time. Then Johnny took over, 
driving over the same road as he had just a couple of days before. Except 
that this time it was different. 

For one thing, they weren't carrying any passengers and secondly he was able 
to really get into his driving much more than he had been before. Mac was 
sleeping peacefully in the bunk and Johnny barreled through the night, 
enjoying the sun as it came up over the horizon. 

"Tired?" asked Mac as he stuck his head out from between the curtains, half 
awake. 

"I'm okay. I'm gonna stop soon for breakfast." 

"Fine by me." 

Mac dressed and came down into the cab. The jostling was beginning to get to 
them both a little. Three thousand miles was a long way, no matter how you 
cut it. 

Johnny stopped at a truck place where he knew they could get the kind of 
breakfast they needed. Besides, he was really tired and while he didn't like 
to sleep on a full stomach, he knew that it would be the better thing for 
him. Afterwards, Mac took over. 

"Want me to wake you for lunch?" he asked. 

"You can give a shout." 

"OK, I'll pick out a nice place." 

"You do that." 

Mac drove like hell, hitting eighty in a few places, which was far too fast 
for them to be going. Nevertheless he didn't want to bullshit around too 
much, anxious to be getting home. 

He got across Arizona in good time and it was lucky for him because it was a 
cloudy day, a rare thing for Arizona in the summer time. As a result it 
wasn't so hot out which made it a lot easier on both man and his machine. 

By the time he got into New Mexico his stomach was telling him that it 
wanted to be fed so he started looking for a place in which to stop. He 
wanted to avoid the truck stops if he could, preferring regular food. 

Truck driver food tended to be really heavy and while you couldn't beat it 
for breakfast and dinner, lunch was something else again. Also, the fact and 
Johnny didn't look like the stereotype truck driver helped a lot. 

He finally settled on this place and when he woke Johnny up, he came down 
from the bunk and they went in. It was nicely air conditioned which they 
both appreciated a lot. 

Then this strange thing happened. Two men and a woman got up and walked out. 
Johnny watched them, not knowing really why. They didn't go into any of the 
cars that were parked and he wondered exactly where they went. He didn't say 
anything to Mac about it until they were having their dessert and coffee. 

"See that girl who walked out with those two guys before?" he asked him. 

"Yeah, she was pretty." 

"There was somethin' fishy goin' on." 

"Wanna take a looksee?" 

"Might as well stretch our legs." 

"OK, let's go." 

They paid and left, walking out into the hot sunlight. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Now I wonder where they could have gone to?" asked Mac. "I don't know." 

They were standing in front of the place. Beyond them was the parking lot 
and the highway. Johnny and Mac decided to walk around towards the back. 
There was a cyclone fence where the garbage cans were. Mac noticed a hole in 
it and out of curiosity, not knowing exactly why they did it, they went 
through the tear in the fence. There was a small hill with a lot of weeds 
that they climbed. 

Once they were on the top of the hill they were able to look out and see a 
large residential area that stretched away in the background. Evidently it 
was there before the highway was because some of the houses were only a mile 
or so away from it. 

The development was sort of horse shoe-shaped and in the center there was a 
baseball diamond with goal posts at one end indicating that its purpose was 
multi. 

Mac realized that they must have played some kind of little league ball 
there. It had been so long since he was a kid that he had almost forgotten 
such things existed. 

The three people were nowhere in sight and it was as if the earth had just 
gobbled them up. The sun was hot and they just started to amble off towards 
the baseball field. 

The weeds got to be less and less as they walked along and soon the dust was 
swirling around their feet as they began to walk on dirt instead of grass 
and earth. 

It was as if they were following some kind of primitive instinct because 
neither one of them knew exactly why they were going towards the diamond or 
what they expected to find there. 

Both of them kept on turning their heads around, walking slowly as if they 
expected the three people to suddenly pop up behind them. 

There was no grass on the infield but the basepaths were well worn. 

The place seemed deserted, as they wandered around. 

Johnny stopped, suddenly hearing something. Mac stopped too, cocking his 
ear. The wind whistled over low to the ground. They stood there for long 
seconds, not knowing what it was. 

"You hear that?" asked Johnny. 

"No." 

"Let's check out the dugout." 

"We'd better get back, we're wasting time here," said Mac. 

"It'll only take a minute." 

"OK, let's go." 

As soon as they were about ten feet from the dugout, they saw them. The two 
men were raping the woman on the floor, half hidden by the shadows and the 
steps. 

Mac and Johnny froze in their tracks. The woman, a girl in her late 
twenties, was sprawled out on the floor. One of the guys was on top of her, 
fucking her while the other one was holding her arms pinned behind her head. 

Her brown hair was splayed out all over and she had a grimace on her face. 
She wasn't making too much noise, not yelling or anything. Mac figured she 
knew it wouldn't do any good. 

The one guy had his pants down around his ankles and was slamming his prick 
up into her cunt. Her dress was around her waist and her blouse had been 
opened, exposing her large, hard-looking breasts. 

The guy dug himself into her while his pal managed to hold both her wrists 
by one hand above her head so he was able to rub her breasts with the other 
hand. 

She was a pretty girl and she writhed around as much as she could, 
struggling uselessly, trying to kick the guy who was fucking her, trying to 
somehow throw him out of her. 

Naturally she couldn't. He banged himself into her hard and fast, and every 
now and then he'd give her a couple of slaps. They had no idea that they 
were being watched, all of the attention being placed on the lush body that 
they were ravaging. 

The guy was giving her breasts a good going over, making them shake a lot on 
her chest. Then the guy who was fucking her suddenly stopped and Johnny 
figured he had come because he pulled himself out of her and grabbed a hold 
of her arms and helped as his pal took his place, climbing between her legs, 
his pants down, his cock out. 

He found the entrance to her sex easily enough and shoved himself into her 
ruthlessly. The other guy laughed and sucked on one of her nipples as his 
pal went to work. Mac and Johnny backed off as quietly as they could. 

"Well?" asked Mac when they were a safe distance away. 

"Either we keep on goin' or we stop it." 

"What do you want to do?" asked Mac. 

"I don't care." 

"Let's stop it." 

"All right." 

Mac bent down and managed to find a fair-sized rock. Johnny would use his 
hands. It would be tricky in the narrow confines of the dugout but surprise 
could be a very useful ally. They sneaked up and stood on the steps of the 
dugout, and the girl saw them. Mac leapt down suddenly, lashing out his foot 
and catching the guy who was fucking the girl. 

The other guy stood up just in time to catch a punch in the mouth from 
Johnny, and fell back against the wall as Johnny kicked him in the balls a 
couple of times. 

Mac had hit the other guy over the head with a rock just to knock him out, 
and when they were both safely out cold, the girl scrambled to her feet, not 
even bothering to close her blouse. 

Her breasts were large and exciting as she panted, and Mac thought to 
himself about the justification for attempting rape with such a woman. 

"Thank you," she said to Mac and Johnny simply. "Is there anything I can do 
to show my gratitude?" 

"Yes," said Mac, feeling very direct. "How about a pleasurable threesome?" 

The woman smiled and let her fingers wander over her blouse as she followed 
Mac and Johnny into the dugout, to thank them in the best way possible. 


THE END
