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.
