"COMMERCIAL COMPANY"   by River Otter

Deftly backing the trailer into the spot where the guard said to,
I climb down from the tractor, unlatch the fifth wheel,
disconnect the air and electrical lines, and lower the landing
gear. "Damn," I mutter, looking at the darkening sky, "I hope it
doesn't start to rain!" Climbing back in the cab, I pick up the
satellite unit I use to communicate with the company. "Dropped at
the lot", I send them. "I'm about out of hours today, and I'd
like to go get a shower and some dinner. Think you can find me
something for tomorrow?" 

I start to do a little paperwork, and the "Incoming Message"
light on the satellite unit lights up. "No problem," reads the
reply. "Enjoy your dinner."

I put the paperwork down, release the brakes and ease the big
Fruitliner into gear. "Goin' to dinner," I tell the guard at the
gate, "See ya' later!" I turn onto the street, hit the
interstate, and in fifteen minutes I'm over at the truck stop. I
find a parking spot in the middle row, and shut the truck off. I
throw a clean shirt, my toiletries, and some clean socks and
underwear into my travel bag. Looking out the window, I can see
that the clouds have increased, and it's going to rain in a
little while. I head into the truck stop and get a quick shower.
After I get cleaned up, I go have some dinner   meatloaf again  
and check out the TV lounge. Nothing worth watching on the
television, so I guess I'll go back out to the truck, and maybe
play a few games on my laptop computer. The rain has started, and
its gotten colder. It'll be a good night for crawling under the
blankets and sleeping like a log.

Dodging the pouring rain as best as I can, I finally make it to
the truck. I change out of my clothes into my sleepwear   a pair
of baggy cotton shorts, and a T-shirt. I set the laptop on the
steering wheel, turn it on, and turn on the overhead light so I
can see the keyboard. I play a couple games of Spades, but I've
beaten the computer so many times, it's not fun anymore.

Suddenly, there's a tap-tap-tap on the door. Startled by the
noise, I look down, and there's a young girl standing between the
trucks. "Yeah?" I say, as I roll down the window.

"Looking for some company?" as she smiles at me.

"Hmmm..." I think to myself, "Some nookie for dessert." "Get in,"
I say, as I open the door, "Let's talk about it."

As she climbs up into the cab, I move the computer out of the way
and she slides into the driver's seat. I get a better look at her
under the light; young - maybe late teens, or early twenties -
dark brown hair, dark eyes, and very pretty. She hasn't been worn
out by a life of hustling like some of the women I've seen at the
truck stops. She's maybe 5' 10" tall, and soaking wet.

"Here," as I hand her a towel. "Dry yourself off."

"Thanks," she beams. "I appreciate it. Are you interested in some
company tonight?"

"Maybe. You're not a cop, are you?" I ask.

"Hell no!" she replies, as she unzips her jacket. She opens up
her jacket, hikes her sweatshirt up over her round tummy, lifts
up her bra and shows me two of the biggest tits I've seen in a
long time. Nice large titties with big brown areola, and nipples
that are sticking straight out, just begging to be sucked on.
"You're not a cop, are you?" she asks me, as she lowers her
shirt.

"No, just a lonely trucker," as I slide the leg of my shorts to
the side so she can see my cock.

"Good!" she smiles. "Well, are you interested?"

"Whattya charge?" I ask.

"Depends on whatcha want," she replies.

"How 'bout a half-and-half?" 

She looks at me incredulously. "Me being pregnant doesn't bother
you?" 

"No. I like pregnant women, they're soft and squishy."  

"I haven't been with anyone in ages, no one wants me since I got
fat," she utters. "I usually charge $75, but you seem nice, so
I'll only charge you $60." She stares at me intently with her big
brown eyes and warns me, "But you gotta be gentle!"

"Okay," I say, smiling at her. "Not a problem." Reaching into my
little medicine box in the cabinet, I grab a pill bottle, open
it, and pop a little blue "Vitamin V" in my mouth.

"What's that? Viagra?"

"Zantac," I lie. "Heartburn. I had meatloaf for dinner, and it's
giving me heartburn." I put the pill bottle back, and get a
couple of pictures of my favorite President   Ulysses S. Grant -
out of my secret stash. "All I've got is this," I say. "Got any
change?"

"No, I don't," she frowns.

"C'mon," I think to myself. "You want the money, what are you
gonna do?"

"If you want, I could spend a little extra time with you, maybe
an hour or so. Maybe get you off twice... if you think you can!"
she says, smiling at me. 

Easier than shooting fish in a barrel. Show them the money, and
let them make the offer. "Well... okay," I say. "That'll work."

"Good!" she says, taking the $50's and putting them in her purse.
"My name's Lexus, what's yours?"

"Lexus? C'mon, what's your real name?" as I pull the curtains
closed around the windshield and put my road atlas over the glass
in the lower right door. Now we're alone, no one can see in.

"Jennifer," she says. "Lexus is what I go by when I'm dancing."

"You're a dancer?"

"Yeah, I used to dance at 'J. T.'s Pussycat Lounge' up off of
Northside Expressway," she says. "Know where it is?"

"I've seen the billboards for it, but I've never been there," I
tell her.

"It's not a bad place, it's okay, I guess. I made good money, but
after I started to show, they wouldn't let me dance anymore. I
was waiting tables and tending bar, but the manager got into a
big argument with my asshole boyfriend last week, and he told me
to come back after I had the baby. Gotta make money somehow." she
shrugs. "So, what's your name?"

"'Seadog' is what they call me on the CB," I say. "My real name's
Ricky," as I offer her my hand.

"Where are ya' from, Ricky?" she inquires as she clasps my hand.

"Reno," I lie, as I slide back on the bunk and slip off my shorts
and T-shirt. "How 'bout you?"

"A little town just outside of Knoxville", she says as she
removes her jacket. "I left there when I was 18, I couldn't stand
it anymore. Haven't been back since. It's been a little over five
years ago." She steps out of her jeans, and pulls her shirt off
over her head. She stands before me in all of her pregnancy, big
tummy, big titties, and a pair of lacy navy-blue panties and
bra.

"How far along are you?" I ask, as she reaches around to undo her
bra.

"25 weeks yesterday," she says, as she lets her tits swing free.
"My titties have gotten so big," she complains. "I've gained two
sizes in the last month. I used to be a 40-D before I got
pregnant, now I'm a 44-DD!"

I watch as she removes her panties, and her snatch comes into
view. A lush, dark brown forest springs to light, a nicely
trimmed Mohawk. A low whistle escapes my lips.

"I kept it like this when I danced," she smiles, as she fluffs
her bush. "A lot of guys liked it."

"Me too, it looks nice."

"Thanks!" as she kneels between my legs, and lies down beside of
me. "Shhhhh... listen... hear the rain?" The rain is pouring down
even harder, and making pitter-patter noises as it hits the roof
of the sleeper. A relaxing, comforting, almost romantic sound.

I grab a candle in a glass ashtray that I keep for moments like
this. I light the candle, put it on the nightstand, and turn off
the overhead lights. 

Suddenly, there's a ringing noise - "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP". She
gets to her feet, and grabs a cell phone out of her purse.
"Yeah," she says. "I'm busy, I'll call you later." I can hear a
male voice on the other end, but I can't make out what he's
saying. "I said I'll call you later!" and she hangs up the phone.
"Son of a bitch, miserable fuckin' bastard! I wish he'd leave me
alone!" 

"Lemme guess... boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Ever since he knocked me up, he thinks he owns me. Always
checkin' up on me   where am I, who am I with, when will I be
home... fuck him! I wish he'd go away!" 

I just look at her and give her a sad half-smile. Nothing I can
say to her   life is what you make it. 

"Oh well," she sighs as she lays back down. "You smell good, what
are you wearing?"

"Old Spice," I say. A lot of girls like Old Spice, it makes them
think of their father or their grandfather, back when they were
young and innocent. 

"I like it!" she says as she begins to kiss my nipples. "My
grandpa used to smell like that."

"I know," I think to myself. "Everyone's grandpa smelled like
that." 

Jennifer slowly works her way down from my nipples to my navel,
to my thighs, kissing, nibbling, and licking, while avoiding my
cock. She works her way closer to my throbbing cock and gently
blows on the head. Her cool breath makes it twitch with
anticipation, while a trickle of pre-cum begins to ooze out of
the tip. I put my hand on her shoulder, not to push her on, just
to feel the touch of her skin. I run my hand down her arm, around
the front, and begin to stroke her left tit, which is hanging
above my leg. I rub her pendulous breast, and slide my hand over
to her nipple. I begin to gently play with the nipple, feeling it
harden under my touch.

"Easy, they're tender," she whispers. Her cool breath is making
my cock throb with desire, and I wish she'd wrap her lips around
it. Almost as if she can read my mind, she sticks her tongue out,
and licks my prick from the base to the tip. "Like that?" 

"Oh, yeah!" I gasp, as I gently rub her nipple. "That's great!"

Again she licks my cock, base to tip. And again, and again, and
again, like it's a big come-filled peppermint stick. This curvy
vixen is fully aware of what she's doing to me, and she loves
every moment of it. Finally, she pops the head of my prick into
her mouth, and begins bobbing her head up and down, while
swirling her tongue around the tip. The sensation is incredible,
and my toes are starting to curl! 

"Ohhhhhh..." as a moan escapes my lips. "That feels so good..."

She keeps bobbing her head up and down, up and down, and tickling
the tip with her tongue. Every so often, she stops and licks the
shaft base to tip like it's her big lollipop, and begins to suck
it some more. This is so good, I wish it would last forever. An
idea comes to mind...

"Wait a minute," I say, as I stand up. "Here, try this..."

I'm standing along the bunk, with my cock pointing at her mouth.
Jennifer gets the hint, and picks up where she left off   bobbing
her head and swirling her tongue on my cock. I reach down and
begin to gently rub both of her titties, feeling their heavy
weight in my hands. I lightly tug on the nipples, and feel them
begin to harden. She takes one hand, wraps it around the base of
my throbbing cock, and begins to jack me off. She takes her other
hand and gently runs her fingernails over my balls. The feeling
is becoming intense, and I feel the familiar tightening in my nut
sack.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come, gonna come, oh yeah, yeah, here it is!"
as I feel my orgasm begin.

"Come on my titties!" she says as she pulls her lips off of my
cock. "Shoot it on my titties!" But before she can aim my
cockhead at her titties, the first blast rockets its way out of
the tip, and hits Jennifer in her Cupid's bow. Hot, white jizz
streams off of her lips, runs down her chin, and drips onto her
titties. She lifts up her titties with her left hand, and keeps
jacking me off onto her boobs with the other. "Shoot it on me!"
she demands lewdly. "Come on my titties!" Another spurt, and
another, and another shoot their way out of my cock and onto her
gigantic bosom. 

"Ungggggghhhh..." is all I can say, while she feverishly jacks my
shaft, trying to milk out every last drop of come. Her hand is
lubricated with my jizz, and she's sliding it up and down my
twitching stalk for all she's worth. "Ungggggghhhh..." as my eyes
roll back in my head. 

Finally the spurts stop, and figuring she's drained my balls of
all they've got, she stops sliding her hand on my shaft. "Oh God,
that was great!" I pant. My knees are weak, and it's all I can do
to stand. My eyes regain their focus, and I look down at her. Her
titties are covered with jizz, and she's licking the come off of
her lips. 

"You came a bucketful," as she begins to rub my come into her
tits. She sees me looking as her quizzically, and says "It's good
for the skin, prevents stretch marks," as she keeps rubbing my
jizz into her titties.

"Man-made skin lotion, eh?" I say, grinning. "I didn't know
that."

She says nothing, just keeps massaging my come into her tits.
After it's all gone, she looks at me with her big mahogany eyes
and says, "Well, ya' ready for more, or are you too pooped to
pop?"

"Gimme a minute," I say, still regaining my composure. "I'm not
the young pup I used to be."

"Okay. Mind if I smoke?"

"You shouldn't smoke while you're pregnant. Let me crack a
window."

"I know," she says. "Last pack, then I quit."

Jennifer reaches for her purse, fumbles around in it, and pulls
out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She lights one up, takes
a deep drag, and puts the pack back in her purse. As she does,
something small and silver falls to the floor. Automatically, I
pick it up and begin to hand it to her. 

"What's this?" I say, smiling at her. "Mother's little helper?"

She takes the vibrator from my hand and smiles back at me. "It's
what keeps me from killing that bastard I live with. He won't
fuck me since I got pregnant, and sometimes I get so horny I have
to get myself off. He sure won't fuckin' do it!"

"Show me," I say softly. "Show me what you do."

Jennifer takes another drag off of her cigarette, hands it to me,
turns the vibrator on, and a low buzzing sound reaches my ears. I
throw the smoke out the window, and watch as she rubs the tip
around her nipples, and they both spring to attention. She rubs
her tits for a minute or so, lays back and puts the vibrator
between her legs. "I like it on my breasts," she purrs, "But
they're so tender I can't stand it for very long."

She begins to rub the buzzing vibrator between her thighs, not
quite touching her pussy, almost teasing herself with the
sensation. Slowly she moves the vibrator around the outside of
her snatch, until I can see it get redder and wetter. Her clit
has popped up, and her pussy lips are opening up like a flower.
My cock, which had deflated a little, begins to stir back to
life.

Jennifer moves the tip into her sopping wet pussy, gets a little
bit of lubrication on it, and then moves it up to her clit.
"Aaaaahhhhh..." 

Her eyes are half-open, and she's concentrating on the feeling,
as she slowly masturbates. She inserts the vibrator into her
syrupy snatch, works it around a moment, then returns to
massaging her fully erect clit. "Ohhhhh..." she moans,
"Ummmmm..." 

Opening her eyes fully, she sees me staring at her intently, with
another hard-on. "C'mere", she whispers lustily, "C'mere and fuck
me."

She turns the vibrator off, puts it on the bed beside her, and I
move between her splayed-open legs. I rub my cock up and down her
oily groove, getting it nice and wet.  I'm in no hurry - I'm
enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy lips rubbing along my cock,
and feeling her clit throb when I touch it with the head of my
dick.

"Fuck me," she pleads. "Quit teasing me, and fuck me!"

I position my swollen cock at the entrance to her juicy pussy,
and push. I slide right in, her slippery tunnel offering no
resistance, and go balls deep in her. It's hotter than a pizza
oven, and the warmth of her simmering snatch is driving me wild.
It's not too tight, but not too loose either. 

"Ohhhh..." she moans. "Ohhhhh... its been so long..."

I slowly begin sliding my cock in and out of her well-lubricated
snatch. It's so hot and wet in there, I don't want to leave. I
just want to keep my cock buried in her hot pussy, and let it
baste in her juices. I stop and feel her muscles squeeze my cock,
rippling up and down the shaft. I move slowly in and out of her
succulent twat, slowly, slowly...

"Ummmmm..." she purrs. "Keep doing that."

I set up a nice slow, steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her
smooth, slippery pussy. A good relaxing screw - that's what
Jennifer needs, and I'm going to give it to her. Her big titties
jiggle back and forth a little as I bottom out in her hot, liquid
snatch. I move my hand up, and feel the hardness of her nipple. I
lean forward, and try to capture one of the nipples in my lips,
but I can't   I'm just not that limber anymore. I straighten up,
and keep fucking her, in and out, in and out, feeling the velvety
smoothness of her steamy pussy.

She looks at me with dreamy, half-open eyes. "Oh yeah, that's so
good."

I say nothing, just smile at her, and keep stroking my dick in
and out of her smoldering snatch. I keep sliding my turgid cock
in and out of her, and watching her titties jiggle. I can feel
the juice begin to run out of her twat and trickle down my ball
sack.  Her muscles keep throbbing and pulsing around my cock, and
I continue to stroke in and out of her, in and out, in and out. I
love the sensitive feeling, but my knees hurt and I need to get
off them. 

I pull my cock out of her sopping-wet snatch, and flop down on
the bed next to her. She looks at me oddly, but before she can
say anything, I tell her "I'm afraid I'll hurt you. You get on
top for awhile."

"I'm too fat," she says. "My belly's too big."

"No it's not. Climb on up here." I urge. "Besides, this way you
can control the action and fuck me as hard as you want."

It's a crock of shit, but she seems to buy it. She rolls over
onto her side, lifts her left leg, and slips up on top of me. I
scoot back on the pillows a little, so my head and shoulders are
supported, sliding her with me as I go. She raises her hips,
grabs my cock at the base, and positions it at the entrance to
her steamy snatch. The cool air felt good on my cock, and I can
sense the heat radiating from her volcano. I feel the simmering
wetness as she moves my prick into the entrance to her juicy
pussy, and slowly impales herself on my cock.

"Ummmmm..." she mewls. "Ummmm..."

She begins to grind her pelvis on my cock, rocking her hips back
and forth, making my prick move back and forth inside of her. The
feeling of her hot, oily snatch is incredible, and the sight of
two big titties swaying in front of my face just adds to the
pleasurable sensations.

I place my hands on both her titties, and heft their impressive
weight. I rub my hands over their bulk, and pull gently at the
nipples. They both spring up, just begging to be suckled. "Why
not?" I ask myself.

I open my mouth, and capture her left milk bud in my mouth. I
begin licking at the nipple, and gently tugging on it with my
lips. 

"Aaaaahhh...," she moans. "Suck my titties."

I run my tongue around her nipple, just the way she tongued my
cock. Her hand slips around to the back of my head, and as she
runs her fingers through my hair, she pulls me to her massive
tit. "Oh yeah, just like that," her voices quivers.

Suddenly, there's an unexpected and delicious surprise. A stream
of milk shoots to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down. I
lick and suck her bullet-like teat, and I'm rewarded with more
streams of warm mother's milk.  Jennifer keeps grinding her
overheated cunt on my cock, and stroking my head. "That's so
good, so good," she murmurs contentedly.

I figure the right titty is becoming jealous because I'm not
paying it any attention, so I pull my mouth off of her luscious
left tit, and move my head to begin to feast on the other full
milk jug.  As I pull my mouth off, a stream of warm milk shoots
out of her teat and squirts the base of my neck. Jennifer opens
her eyes to see why I'm not sucking on her titty anymore, and
sees the trickle of milk running down my chest. "Ohmigawd," she
blushes. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was..."

"Don't worry 'bout it," I reassure her. "I like it!" as I smile
up at her.

Jennifer says nothing, but she's stopped moving her snatch on my
cock, and I can tell she's embarrassed. "I figured you were
lactating," I say. "I'd have been surprised if you weren't.
That's why your breasts hurt, they're full of milk." Jennifer
doesn't say anything, she just stares at me with those deep dark
eyes.

I move my mouth over to the right titty, and begin sucking the
nipple on it. It gets harder, and I expect a stream of milk any
second. "Want me to stop?" I inquire as I pull my lips off her
breast. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't have to - her
body is doing all the talking. Her hand has found its way to the
back of my head again, and I feel her press my face into her tit.
I resume suckling, and I'm treated to another stream of warm,
sweet milk. 

Jennifer begins sliding her cunt back and forth again, and I'm
rewarded with a low moan, "Ummmmmm..." I continue to nurse at her
right breast, until there's no more milk in it. I switch back to
the left titty, and suck on it. A few squirts of milk, then no
more   I've drained her dry.

I lay back, and watch her hump herself on my cock. She's a thing
of beauty, a vision to behold. Her eyes are closed, her dark
brown hair surrounds her face, and her jutting milk jugs are
swinging lazily to and fro as she intently rocks back and forth.
I rub my hands over her body, feeling the sensuous touch of her
skin and the film of sweat she's developed. I run my hands over
her shoulders, down her arms, and down to her legs. Up across her
thighs to her opulent bush, up over her swollen belly to her
swinging titties, and back down. As I move my hand across her
thigh, I feel one of her hands touch mine. Gently she moves my
hand to where our bodies are joined, and raises herself up a
little. She slips my hand under her rock-hard clit, lowers
herself back down, and resumes fucking me.

Immediately I understand what Jennifer wants. She's been trying
to make herself come by grinding her clit on me, and now she
wants me to stimulate it while she fucks me. I open my index and
middle fingers slightly, and feel her clit slide between them. As
she strokes her clit against my fingers, I feel the oily wetness
start to flow inside her furnace-like box. "Oh yeah, right
there!" she moans. "Oooohhhhh..."

She rubs her clit against my fingers, and I flick the little
button back and forth. "Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhh," she sighs.
"Unhhhhh..."

An idea flashes through my head. I feel around the bed, looking
for her little toy. "Where is it?" I think. "She put it here
somewhere..." I feel something hard, and I've found it. I hold it
up behind her, and look at it. Simple enough, twist the base to
turn it on, and the more you twist it, the faster it vibrates.
Nothing to it.

I turn the base to the right a little, and feel it start to
vibrate in my hand. I'll bet she'll like this little surprise
I've got for her!

I pull my hand out, but before she can say anything, I've
replaced it with the gently throbbing vibrator. It brushes her
clit, and I hear her gasp for air. "Aaaaaaahhhhh..."

Like a woman possessed, Jennifer begins humping my cock and
pushing her clit against the vibrator with a newfound intensity.
Her whole body is concentrating on the sensation, and she's
biting her lip in pleasure. "Ummmmmm," she moans. "Ummmmm..."

I decide to do like the chef on TV says, and 'kick it up a
notch.' As I turn the base a little more to the right, I can feel
the vibrations increase, and so can Jennifer.

"Ohhhhhhhgawwwwdd," she wails. "Don't stop, don't stop! Ohhhh...
please let me come, let me come!"

Her hips have taken on a life of their own. She's moving her
pussy against my cock so hard I'm wondering if she's about to
snap it off at the base. Her tits are swinging madly, and
bouncing off of each other with a slapping sound that's music to
my ears.

"I'm gonna come, gonna come, I'm gonna come," she cries, as she
swings her head from side-to-side, making her long dark hair fly
wildly. "Ohgawd, I'm coming! Ohhhhh..."

I feel her slippery pussy begin to spasm and pulse around my
cock. Like a velvet vise, it squeezes my cock, clenching and
unclenching. "Let's see what this does," I think.

I turn the base of the little vibrator all the way to the right
full power.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A high-pitched squeal escapes her lips,
followed by a gasp for air. Jennifer abruptly pitches forward and
falls onto my chest, her head plopping onto the pillow beside
me.

I pull my hand out, and the vibrator with it. I turn it off, and
turn my head to the side to look at her face. Her hips have
stopped moving, but her cunt is still spasming and pulsing around
my deeply embedded cock. As I look at her face, the contractions
in her silky snatch wane. Her eyes are open, but they have a
glassy look to them.

"Hey," I whisper, while stroking her long brown hair off of her
cheek. "You alright?"

As I watch, her eyelids blink, once... twice... as she begins to
focus and lose the glassy look. "Ohgawd," she mumbles as a shiver
courses through her body. "That was too much."

"Didja like that?" I ask. "Feel any better?"

"Ohmigawd, that was great!" she wheezes as she slowly catches her
breath.

"This old dog can still cut the mustard," I think to myself. "At
least with a little help."

"Thank you," she whispers as she softly kisses me on the cheek.
"I needed that, its been a while."

"You're welcome."

My cock twitches inside her, and she asks if I came.

"No, not yet."

"I need a nap," Jennifer dreamily says. "I guess I'm the one too
pooped to pop!"

I move out from underneath of her, and let her lie on her
stomach. Moving behind her, I slip my hand underneath her waist,
and raise her hips up.

"Not in my ass, okay? Not while I'm pregnant." 

"Okay."

I gently slide my cock inside her still juicy twat, and begin to
slip it in and out of her. She's still half-awake, and I have to
hold her up with one arm. I begin to slowly piston my cock in and
out of her oily tunnel, enjoying the wonderful wetness of her hot
pussy.  I slide it out until the tip is almost out, and then
slide it back in as far as I can. My balls swing back and forth
with the motion, and slap up against her as I pump steadily
away.

I lower her hips a little, and there's that perfect feeling   I'm
not touching anything but slippery cunt with my cock, and it
feels great. A little more of this, and I might come again.

I concentrate on the feeling of my cock sliding back and forth in
her luxurious pussy, and I feel the oily nectar begin to flow out
of her snatch and over my balls. She gets wetter and wetter as I
continue to pump her steamy snatch. I move my fingers down to her
clit, and still continue to hold her hips up. I begin to diddle
the swollen little button again, and feel her pussy contract
around my cock as I play with her clit.

"Mmmmmm," she says, pushing her twat back at me. "Where's my
thing?"

"Here," I say, reaching for it on the bed. I turn it on slow
again, and place it against her clit.

"Oh yeah," she sighs. "Right there!"

I continue to pump my cock in and out of her juicy box, while
massaging her swollen and hard clit with the vibrator. Slowly, we
approach the peak. I can feel her pussy squeeze around my cock as
I stroke her, and I feel the familiar tightness in my nuts as
another orgasm approaches.

"Oh yeah!" I pant. "I'm gonna come."

"Fuck me!" she moans. "Come in my pussy!"

I pick up the tempo for the last few strokes, slamming my prick
into her hot, wet cunt. "Uuunnnnnnhhhh" she cries, as her snatch
begins to contract and milk my cock.

I feel my own orgasm approach, and bellowing like a raging bull,
I bury my cock as deep as I can in her. A jet of come rushes out
of the head of my cock, followed by another. The feeling is so
intense, it makes me light-headed, and I instinctively put my
right arm out and grab hold of the cabinet to keep from toppling
over on her.

When I put my arm out, I forget that it's the one supporting her
hips, and she collapses like a ragdoll. My dick slides out of her
pussy as she does, and a stream of jizz shoots out of the tip,
splattering over her pussy lips.

Another stream shoots out of the tip, and lands in her hair.
Another gob lands on the Chinese fire-breathing dragon that she's
had tattooed on the small of her back. My cock slips between the
cheeks of her butt, and the final spurts fill the crack of her
butt with creamy white goo.

I fall back on my haunches, completely and totally satisfied.
Jennifer lies there, legs spread apart, while my jizz slowly
trickles down the crack of her butt, over her twat, and onto the
bedspread.

Suddenly, it's very, very stuffy in here. I move forward, and
open one of the vents. The cool, moist air flows over us, and I
sit down beside Jennifer. "Thirsty?" I ask her. "I've got some
orange juice in the fridge."

"Yes, please. That'd be nice."

I open the fridge, and grab two little bottles of OJ. I open one,
and hand it to her. She sits up and takes a drink, while I open
mine and take a drink. She takes another drink, and wordlessly
hands me the bottle. I put it on the stand beside the bed, take
another drink of mine, and lay down beside her.

She snuggles up next to me, and I feel her arm caress my chest.
"You're nice to me," she says. "I wish I could be like this
forever..." she falters.

"Ronny."

"I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names. I wish I could find somebody
as good to me as you, Ronny."

She looks at me with those big dark eyes, and I wrap my arms
around her, and pull her close to me. I just want to hold this
beautiful, voluptuous, dark-chocolate haired beauty, and feel her
body next to mine. The rain beats a staccato rhythm on the roof
of the truck, the candle gives off a soft, flickering light, and
I am so happy it hurts. So young, so beautiful, so... so...
everything a man could want in a lover. I kiss her forehead, and
she snuggles closer. I wonder if maybe I should be honest with
her, maybe tell her the truth, maybe...

"BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP" "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP"

"Shit!" she says as she grabs for her purse. She looks at the
caller ID, flips the phone open and says "What?"

A hear a male voice on the other end, but I still can't make out
what he's saying. "I'm on my way, I'll be there in a little bit."
"Why don't you go to the store?" "Whattya mean the car won't..."
"...but it's raining!" "Okay, okay, I'll go." "I don't want to
argue, I'll see you in a bit," she says, hanging up the phone.

A dejected look appears on her pretty face, and she looks like
she's about to cry.

"Boyfriend again?"

"Yeah, he's..." as her voice fades. "Look, could you do me a big
favor? Could you give me a ride home? I live off of Broadway,
just off of the loop. Please? I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure. So you can go get treated like shit by him?" I ask.

"He loves me, he's just a little difficult at times."

"Right! He treats you badly because he loves you! Just think how
he'd treat you if he didn't care for you!"

"You don't understand," she says. "You just don't understand."

"No. I guess I don't."

I pour some water on a washcloth, hand it to her, and she begins
to wipe the dried come off of her. I wipe the dragon off, and try
to wipe it out of her hair.

"Gawd, we made a mess."

She's right. The bedspread looks like its had an orgy held on it.
Wet spots and stains are all over it, and it'll definitely need
to be washed. We get dressed without saying anything, and she
plops down in the passenger seat with her bottle of orange
juice.

"Ready?" I say, as I release the air brakes and put the truck in
gear. I head out of the truck stop, get on the interstate, and
head toward the loop. I drive slowly, partly because of the rain,
partly because I don't want this evening to end.

We drive in silence for a bit, until I can't stand it anymore.

"Look," I say, "it's none of my business, but..."

"But, here it comes," she says cynically.

"But... if this guy isn't making you happy, if he isn't what you
want out of life, you owe it to yourself to leave him, and find
someone that will make you happy. And I don't mean just me, there
are a thousand, million guys who'd love to find someone as young,
pretty, smart and sexy as you," I tell her. "One thing I've
learned is that life is too short to be unhappy, especially with
someone who's supposed to love you."

Jennifer says nothing, but by the way she looks at me with those
big mahogany eyes, I can tell my words struck a very raw nerve. 

We ride along in silence, the only noise being the sound of the
wipers beating out their tempo.

As the sign for the Broadway exit looms up out of the gloomy
drizzle, I turn on the turn signal, and slow down as I exit the
highway. "Left or right?" I say.

"Huh? Oh, left," she says. "I'm sorry, I was thinking."

"S' okay."

The light turns green, and I make a left onto Broadway. I go
under the interstate, and about five or six blocks. 

"See that mini-mart at the next light?" Jennifer asks. "Over
there on the left? You can drop me off there, I need to get a few
things, and it's only a couple of blocks to my house."

I make the left at the light, and pull the truck over to the
curb. "Listen, I... I really enjoyed myself tonight, and I had a
great time. I get through her about twice a month or so, and I'd
love to see you again. Nothing serious, maybe just friends, and
I'd like to see you from time to time. Would that be alright?" I
ask. "Do you have a phone number I can call you at when I know
I'll be back this way?"

"Not really," she says. "The cell phone is his, and he checks the
caller ID to see who's calling me. My cell phone, and my home
phone both got cut off."

"Anyway I can get in touch with you?" I inquire. "Girlfriend,
mom, sister, someone I can leave a message with?"

"No," she says. "I should be back at work at J.T.'s after the
baby is born. I'll probably be at the truck stop once or twice a
week, just listen for me on the CB. Don't forget   'Lexus'".

"Alright, I'll do that. Remember me   'Seadog', Randy from Reno.
I'll remind you of the night it rained hard, and we came hard,
okay?" I say.

"Okay," she says as she opens the door. "You take care of
yourself, and drive safe. I hope I'll see you again."

"Bye, Jennifer."

As she climbs down out of the truck our eyes meet for a
split-second, and a spark of something arcs between us. Before I
can say anything, she's on the ground and closes the door. I
watch her as she crosses the street and heads to the mini-mart.

"Please come back," I think to myself. "Please come back and tell
me it just wasn't about the money, that we had something real -
if only for a moment.  Tell me we didn't just fuck, that we made
love. Come back and..." 

She walks in the store without looking back.

"Bye, Jennifer," I say half-aloud as a single tear rolls down my
cheek. "I'll always remember you." 

I ease the Fruitliner into gear and head back toward the
interstate. No sense in going back to the truck stop, the drop
lot is only a couple of miles away and I can sleep in the truck
there.

A sad smile crosses my face as I think of Jennifer. I felt close
to her, and I wish it hadn't ended this way. I wanted more, and I
wish she'd been able to give it to me. I know it'll never happen,
but I wish I could see her again. "Not half as bad as she'll be
wanting to see me!" I laugh out loud.

You see, on my computer at home I have a scanner, and a color
laser printer. It's amazing what a good photo-imaging program,
and a little work can accomplish. Those $50's I gave her were as
real as Pamela Sue's silicone-filled boobs   a fact that Jennifer
will be dismayed to learn the moment she tries to spend one.

I pull into the drop lot, and the guard opens up the door to his
shack as I roll down the window. 

"How was dinner?" he asks.

"Not bad," I say. "The meatloaf was alright, but dessert was
really good!"

"Dessert's always the best part!" he says, as he smiles and waves
me through the gate.

I park the truck, fold up the come-stained bedspread, and throw
it in the laundry basket. I pull a blanket out of the closet, and
tuck it in. It's been a long day, it's time for this old dog to
get some sleep.

I notice that the "Incoming Message" light on the satellite unit
is on, who knows for how long. "Pickup tomorrow off of the drop
lot," it says. "Deliver in Plano, Texas anytime Friday before
midnight." Almost 1000 miles in two and a half days   piece of
cake.

"Plano," I think to myself, as I drift off to sleep.  "I wonder
if the 'putas' are still working over on Harry Hines Boulevard by
635?" 

I may have to go check that out...

CHAPTER TWO


Six months had gone by, the snow had come and gone, and it was
beginning to warm up again. The company gave me a new truck, my
hair has gotten longer, and I've grown a goatee   it came in
gray, old age I guess   but not much has changed. I pulled into
the familiar truck stop, and found a spot on the back row. Easily
maneuvering the large tractor-trailer into the slot, I set the
brakes, and began filling out the requisite daily paperwork.
"10:34," as I glance at the digital clock. "Time to call it a
day," I think.

Suddenly, a voice comes over the CB; "Anyone looking for some
company, go to channel 31, Lexus on three-one."

It couldn't be, could it? Not after all this time...

I flip the channel selector to 31, and hear a female voice say,
"Did anyone make it?"

"Yeah," as I key the microphone, "I'm here."

"Who's this?" the voice asks.

"John," I reply. "Who's this?"

"They call me Lexus," the voice responds. "Are you looking for
some company?"

"What do you look like?" I ask.

"Brown hair, big tits, loose lips, and swivel hips. Interested?"

"Yeah," I say. "Very!"

"Where ya' at?" the voice asks.

"Back row, white house, far end."

"Blink your lights." I do, and the voice says, "Okay, I see you.
Unlock the passenger door, and I'll be over."

I do so, and anxiously wait. A dark figure, moving fast appears
out of nowhere along the right side, opens the passenger door and
climbs in.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim to myself. "It's her!"

"Shit!" she says. "Cops!"

I look over to the left, and a police cruiser is slowly coming
down the row, its searchlight shining over the ground and the
parked trucks.

"Duck down, and hide in the bunk," I tell her. "Quick!"

She does, as the police cruiser pulls to a stop in front of my
truck. The officer gets out, shines his flashlight around my
truck and the trucks on either side of me, and walks toward me.

"Evening, Officer," I say, as I roll down the window. "What's
going on?"

"We had a report of a prostitute working the premises, and we're
trying to locate her. You didn't see her, did you?"

"No Officer, I didn't, but I just got here. Thought I'd do a
little paperwork before I go to sleep. You know how that
paperwork is," I say, smiling at him.

"Yes, I do." he replies. "Always some forms to be filled out."

"Yes sir, always some paperwork to do." "Well," I say, yawning
noticeably, "I guess I'll call it a day. It's been a long drive
from Minneapolis."

"Have a good evening driver," he says. "Be careful."

"You too, Officer. Good night!"

I stand up and begin to pull the front curtains closed, blocking
off the view of the interior of the truck. I put my atlas over
the right lower door window, and now no one can see in.

"That was close!" she says. "I don't need to go back to jail." 

I sit back down in the driver's seat and turn to face her. A
glimmer of recognition sparkles in her eyes, and she says "I know
you from somewhere..."

"Yes, you do." I reply. "It rained hard, and we came hard."

Her eyes grow wide as she recognizes me, and her voice trembles
with rage, "YOU BASTARD! YOU MISERABLE LOWLIFE MOTHERFUCKER!
GODDAMN YOU, YOU FUCKIN' PIECE OF SHIT!"

Jennifer's up on her feet now, swinging at me with all her might.
A wallop to the head, a punch to the chest, a kick to the shins.
Whap, bap, bam, blow after blow as fast as she can throw them. I
try to block her assault as best as I can, but the blows keep
coming.

"COCKSUCKER!" she screams. "MOTHERFUCKER! I HATE YOU! ASSHOLE!"
Smack, bam, whack.

"PIECE OF SHIT BASTARD!" Slap. "SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Thump. "I HATE
YOU!"

I push her back on to the bunk, and sit on her. She tries to buck
me off, but I outweigh her by a good seventy pounds, so I'm not
budging. She keeps swinging at me, until I grab her wrists. She
tries to bite my hands, but I pull her arms down alongside her
body.

She tries to headbutt me, but since she can't sit up that far,
she resorts to spitting in my face. "MOTHERFUCKER!" "YOU
SHITEATER, I SHOULD KILL YOU!" she screams.

I pin her left arm underneath my right leg, and place my right
hand over her mouth. "Shhhhhhh..." I say. "We'll both go to jail
if you keep screaming."

Growling like a rabid dog, she bites the fleshy part of my palm
as hard as she can, while her eyes burn with hatred. If I don't
do something quick, she's going to bite off a chunk of my hand!

I pin her right arm underneath my other leg, place my left hand
on her face, and squeeze the thumb and middle finger against her
jaw to force her mouth open. She may bite my fingers off, but
she'll leave two holes in her cheeks doing it.

I pull my hand out of her mouth and quickly look at the damage.
No blood, but some deep bite marks, and I'll probably have a hell
of a bruise.

"Ur urtink ee," she growls. "Et ee ko!"

"Only if you promise to stop screaming," I say. "We'll both end
up in jail if you keep screaming. I'm not going to harm you, I
just want to talk. Okay?"

"O A," she grunts.

I release the C-clamp grip I've had on her face, slowly move off
of her and sit on the edge of the passenger seat, all the while
watching for another round of punches. She slowly sits up on the
edge of the bunk, her dark eyes glowing like coals.

"Hello, Jennifer," I say. "How've you been?"

"Fuck you! That's how I've been, asshole!"

"I can tell you're pissed off at me, and I don't blame you."

"Pissed off? Well, duhhhhh... ya' think?"

"I see you're not pregnant anymore, how's the baby? I ask.

SMACK! A wickedly fast left-hook slaps across the right side of
my face.

"YOU BASTARD!" she shrieks, as I push her back. "YOU KILLED IT!"

"What do you mean?" I say. "Don't bullshit me."

"You killed my baby, you motherfucker, and I should kill you!"

"Bullshit! Get the fuck outta here, I didn't kill your baby."

"Yes you did," she says, suddenly quiet. 

"How did 'I' kill your baby?" I ask.

"Remember the night you dropped me off at the market?" she
hisses. "I went in to buy a twelve-pack of beer and some
cigarettes for Anthony before I went home."

"Anthony?" 

"The baby's father, the guy that lived with me," she says, calm
again. "I got the beer and cigarettes and went to pay for it. All
I had was that fake money you gave me, but I didn't know it was
fake and I gave it to the cashier. He took out his pen, you know,
the one they use to check for phony bills, and marked it. He told
me it was counterfeit, and I gave him the other fifty. He marked
it and told me it was also counterfeit. I realized then what
you'd done to me, and I left the store."

"So how'd I kill your baby?" 

"Shut up, I'm getting there," she says. "I went home and Anthony
wanted to know where his beer was. I told him that someone had
given me fake money, and I got caught trying to spend it at the
mini-mart. He told me I was a liar. I said 'I don't lie', and he
said if I wasn't lying, then I was the stupidest whore on the
face of the planet. He threw a $20 at me and told me to go get
his beer and cigarettes. I told him to go fuck himself - it was
raining and I was going to bed! He slapped me, and I told him to
get the fuck out of my apartment!"

"Yeah, and then...?"

"We got into a big fight. He yelled and screamed at me, and I
yelled and screamed back at him. He made me so mad, that I threw
his video game at him, and just missed his head. He came after
me, and I took off running out the front door. As I was going
down the steps, I slipped because of the rain, and fell about six
feet to the ground."

"And...?"

"The cops had just shown up. Someone called them, I guess because
we were making so much noise fighting. They saw me fall, and
Anthony chasing me down the stairs. I was unconscious and
bleeding, so they called the EMT's, who took me to the hospital.
I had a miscarriage later that night..." as she began to
sniffle.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry..."

"The cops arrested Anthony, because the law here is when they get
called for a domestic disturbance, someone goes to jail. When
they looked inside the apartment, they found some crack, some
pot, and some stolen guns that Anthony had. He got eight years
for that."

"So... then what?"

"While I was in the hospital, two detectives came to see me. They
arrested me for the drugs and guns, and also for passing
counterfeit money. Seems that the mini-mart had reported that
someone was passing funny money, and they got my picture off of
the videotape they have. After I got out of the hospital, I went
to jail. Since I didn't have any money, I couldn't make bail. I
sat in jail until just this afternoon."

"How'd you get out?" I ask.

"The public defender went to the judge and told him my story. The
prosecuting attorney agreed to drop the drug and gun charges,
since my fingerprints weren't on the guns, and because I passed a
piss test they knew I didn't do drugs. The judge said I probably
wasn't aware that the money was counterfeit, but considering how
I got it, he sentenced me to time served."

"You just got out of jail today? I ask.

"Yep, not four hours ago," Jennifer replies. "That's why I was so
jumpy when I saw the cop, I don't want to go back. County's just
over there," she says, pointing. "So I came here to make some
quick money before I went home."

"So how'd I kill your baby?" I say. "I didn't make you fall down
the stairs."

"No, you didn't," she replies. "But you started it all."

"How?"

"By what you did, dumb ass! If you wouldn't have given me that
fake money, I would have had Anthony's beer when I came home and
we wouldn't have got in a fight, and I wouldn't have run out of
the apartment and fallen and lost my baby," she bawls, as she
bursts into tears. "It's your fault!" she wails. "It's all your
fault!"

Silently I hand her a clean washcloth and sit back down. The
enormity of what I've done hits me like a bullet to the heart.
"She's right," I think to myself, "It is all my fault."

I reach up and grab my little nylon bank bag out of its hiding
spot. I open it up, and hand her the contents.

"Fuck you!" she sobs. "I don't want your fuckin' fake money!" as
she throws the bills back at me.

"It's not fake," I say, as I pick up the bills. "I wouldn't do
that to you again. I may be an asshole, but I'm not that big of
an asshole."

"Take it," as I hand her the bills. "Here..."

She stares at me with those big dark eyes, not saying anything,
just burning a hole in me.

"It's real," I say. "We'll go inside the store, and you can use
their pen to check them if you don't believe me. I'll go in there
with you. If they're fake, call the police on me, I'll be right
here."

"I don't need to go inside!" she seethes. "I learned a lesson
from you, motherfucker! Look what I've got!" Jennifer grabs her
purse, opens it, and pulls out a counterfeit detecting marker.
She puts the cap in her teeth, and pulls the pen out. Working
quickly, she makes a mark on all fourteen bills, and sits back
without saying anything. Fourteen little golden marks on fourteen
of the Treasury's finest picture of Ben Franklin.

"Why?" she asks harshly. "Why are you giving me money?"

"Because I..."

"Because I couldn't sleep at night thinking about how I fucked
Jennifer's life up!" she says sarcastically. "So now I'm going to
buy my conscience clean so I feel better about myself for what I
did! Fuck you!" and she throws the bills back in my face again.
"I don't want your fuckin' guilty conscience money either!"

"Yeah, I admit, I feel guilty about what I did," I say. "But it's
also more than that. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to
cause you to suffer the way you did. I was just having some fun,
just fuckin' around a little, and it got way out of hand. I never
imagined it would end up like this."

"Fuck you! Lying bastard!"

"I swear, if I could go back and undo what I did, I would... but
I can't. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant for you to lose
your baby, and I'm sorry. I'm so very, very sorry."

She says nothing, just stares at me with those dark eyes, and
watches a tear trickle down my cheek.

"Here," I say, handing her the money. "It's all I can do to try
to make up for what I did to you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

She takes the money, sets it on the nightstand, and resumes
staring at me, saying nothing. I look into her eyes, and she
stares back at me, neither of us saying anything, just looking
into each other's eyes, and watching the tears roll.

"I've been back here probably, ohhhh... two dozen times since I
left you that night," I confess. "Sometimes I'd get a chance to
stop, and I'd always stop here at the truck stop and try to find
you."

"I was in jail, dipshit!"

"I know that now. I'd call for you on the radio, and listen to
see if you were out... but you weren't. I'd ask any of the other
girls I saw if they knew you... but none did. I called J.T.'s to
see if you were there, but they said you didn't work there
anymore. I even went over by the mini-mart on Broadway just after
Christmas, hoping to maybe find you."

Jennifer sits there silently, staring at me, boring a hole in my
soul with those deep mahogany eyes.

"I went in the mini-mart, and asked if they'd seen a young,
pretty, dark-haired girl with a newborn baby around, but they
hadn't."

"Why did you look for me?" she asks quietly. "Why?"

"Because I felt like shit for what I'd done to you. It wasn't
right of me to give you counterfeit money, and I shouldn't have.
I left here the next day, drove to Dallas, and I couldn't get you
off of my mind. I'd drive for hours on end with the CB and the
music off, and just think about you, and what I'd done. I only
wanted to set it right, and apologize to you. I had no idea I'd
destroyed your life like that. I know you hate me, I understand
why, and I don't blame you   I'd hate me too. I can't forgive
myself for what I did to you."

I see that nasty left-hook out of the corner of my eye, but I'm
not fast enough. WHACK! Another slap across the right cheek, and
this one hurts. I put my hand to my face, and when I pull it
back, a smear of blood is on my fingers.

"ENOUGH, GODAMMIT!" I yell, as I shove her back on the bed.

I stand over her, my anger boiling inside me. She doesn't say
anything, but stares back at me with the resigned look of someone
who's been physically abused before.

A minute goes by... two... three... both of us staring at the
other, not saying a word.

Finally, in a soft whisper she says, "I forgive you."

"What?"

"I said I forgive you. I don't think you meant to hurt me the way
you did, and I forgive you."

I fall back into my seat, and my tears flow freely.

"Here," she says, handing me the washcloth. "Take this."

"Thanks," I say, as I begin to wipe my eyes.

"No dummy, your cheek," as she takes the rag back. "You're
bleeding."

She goes to put the cloth to my cheek, but I involuntarily pull
back as her hand approaches.

"I'm not going to hit you," she says. She begins to wipe the
blood off of my face, and says, "I'm sorry I scratched your face
open. I shouldn't have hit you, I'm just not used to people
apologizing to me."

"It's okay," I tell her. "I deserved it for what I did to you."

"How's your hand?"

I look down, and the bite marks have gone away, but there's a
small bruise that'll probably take two weeks to heal. "It's
alright," I say. "I'll live."

"You know, in a way it's kinda funny."

"What's funny? Me bleeding?"

"No, not that. What's funny is that the only guy who'd have sex
with me while I was pregnant, the guy who had sex with me just
before I went to jail, is the first guy who wants to have sex
with me when I get out," she says.

"I'll bet you really wanted to see me again, didn't you?"

"Let's just say I had some pretty mixed emotions about that," she
smiles. "I'd remember how nice you were to me, and how you made
me come so hard, and then I'd remember why I was in jail, and...
well..."

"Well... I... uhhh... didn't call you over here tonight to have
sex with you," I stammer. "I just wanted to apologize to you. I
thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me after what
happened."

"You don't want to have sex with me?" she asks incredulously.
"Why? Now that I'm not pregnant, I don't turn you on?"

"No... Yes... No... I mean... Yes..."

"'Yes' or 'No'   do you want to have sex with me?" 

"Yes, absolutely!"

"Then c'mere," she says, as she slides back on the bed.
"C'mere... by the way, what is your real name?"

"John," I say.

"Yeah, I remember you told me your name was Randy, and that's
what I told the detectives, but I also seem to remember that you
told me your name was Ricky, and something else... Robby,
maybe?"

"Ronny, I think."

"Something like that. So, John's your real name?"

I stand up and get my wallet out of my back pocket. "Here," as I
flip it open to my driver's license, "See for yourself."

"Jonathan M. Crockett, Twelve sixty-eight, Rio de los Cucaracha
Verde, Carlsbad, California" she reads. "Where's Carlsbad?"

"Halfway between Los Angeles and San Diego," I say. "Not too far
from the Marine base at Camp Pendleton, if you know where that
is."

"No. I've never been to California."

I put my wallet back, sit down on the bed, reach for my little
bottle of 'Vitamin V', and she asks "Viagra?"

"Uhhh..." I say. "Maybe... so what if it is?"

"Lemme see," Jennifer says, as she takes the bottle from me. She
reads the label silently, and hands me back the pills.
 
"Good!" she says with a smile. "Now you take your Viagra, because
you're going to need it!"

"Huh?" 

"I haven't been laid since I was with you six months ago, and
I've got some catching up to do. You've got some work to do
tonight, old man!" she says, grinning.

"I don't know if I'm..."

"Do me like you did last time, and you'll be just fine!" she
laughs. 

As I place one of the little blue pills underneath my tongue, and
feel it dissolve, Jennifer pulls her sweatshirt off over her
head, and undoes her bra, letting her mountainous titties swing
freely. They aren't quite as large as I remember, but they are
impressive just the same.

I remove my shoes and socks, pull my shirt over my head, and drop
my pants to the floor. My throbbing cock twitches in front of me,
as it remembers the carnal pleasures her sumptuous body has to
offer.

Laying back on the bunk, she kicks off her shoes, pulls her socks
off, and unbuttons her jeans. Lifting her hips, she slides them
down her long legs, and slips them off. She lays back, clothed
only a pair of navy-blue panties, which she slowly slips off to
reveal herself to me. 

"C'mere," she whispers.

I move over her, and go to kiss her on the lips. As my face
approaches hers, she turns her face to the side so I kiss her
cheek. I kiss her cheek, her neck, and her chest. I move slowly
down to her mountainous breasts, and run my tongue around each
nipple, making it swell and stand out from her tit.

"Ummmmm..." she moans softly. "Ummmmm..."

I continue to kiss and lick each nipple, alternating between
pursing it with my lips, and blowing cool air on it. Her eyes
take on a dreamy, half-open look, and I know she's enjoying this.
I slowly move down, kissing and nibbling her flat stomach, her
upper abdomen, and the tops of her thighs. I notice that the
neatly-trimmed bush I remember has been replaced with a thick,
dark forest of tangled fur. The heady aroma of her pussy is
intoxicating, and I move my face between her wide open legs.

I blow gently on her pussy, and she moans softly. "Ahhhhh..." Her
clit is poking up, just begging to be sucked on, and her pussy
lips are beginning to open like the petals of a blossoming
flower. 

"Lick my pussy," she begs.

"Hmmmm..." I say, enjoying the effect I'm having on her. "I
didn't hear you."

She says nothing, but places her hand on the back of my head and
tries to push my face into her syrupy pussy. I stiffen my neck
and resist, while I blow more cool air on her clit. 

"Ohhhhh..." she moans heatedly. "Lick my pussy, please!"

I stick the tip of my tongue out, and lightly touch her clit. She
jumps like she's been shocked and moans, "Oooohhhhhh..."

Jennifer's hand is stroking the back of my head, and I move my
face forward a little, and breathe in the fragrant aroma of her
sweet nectar. I run my tongue up and down the groove of her
snatch, and I'm rewarded with another moan, "Unnnhhhh..."

I lick her gash up and down, and swirl my tongue over her rubbery
pussy lips. Her flavor is fantastic   sweet, bitter, salty, and
sour, all at once   complex in only the way a woman's juices can
be. Her hips rock back and forth as I lick her juicy snatch, and
a river of syrup flows freely out of her pussy. I lick at her
snatch, and continue to be treated to a torrent of warm, rich,
elixir.

"Ooohhhh..." I hear her moan. "So good, that feels so good..." I
move my tongue up to her clit, and again gingerly touch it with
the tip. She wriggles underneath me and wails, "Aaaaaahhhh..."

I flick her clit back and forth, moving my tongue over it like
it's a little speed bag in the gym, as her body writhes on the
bed and she beats her fists on the mattress. "Aaaahhhhh..." she
moans. "Aaaahhhhh..."

Wrapping my lips around her throbbing clit, I gently tug at it
with my lips, and begin to softly hum. "Hmmmmm..." no melody,
just a humming sound in my throat and in my lips. "Hmmmmm..."

Jennifer is rolling her hips, pounding her fists on the mattress,
trying to pull my head in deeper, and rocking her head from side
to side. Her chest is heaving, her titties are bouncing, her
nipples are sticking straight up, and she's about to come. Her
legs are wrapped around my back, and she hunches her juicy pussy
up at me, as she clenches and unclenches the muscles in her
thighs.

"Hmmmmm..." I continue. "Hmmmmm..."

"Oh God," Jennifer wails. "Don't stop, don't stop. I'm gonna
come, gonna come, gonna come..."

"Hmmmm..." "Hmmmm..." "Hmmmm..."

"Ohhhh..." she shrieks, "Aaaahhhh..." 

Her body squirms beneath me and it's all I can do to keep my lips
on her clit. She writhes and bucks as her orgasm overwhelms her,
and I continue to hum on her clit. She wails, she moans, she
cries, her fists beat the mattress in pleasure. She rolls her
hips, and screams in delight, "Oooooooohhhhhh..."

I stop humming on her clit, and let her climax diminish. I hear
her ragged breathing, and I glance up. Jennifer's eyes are
closed, and she glows with satisfaction. Her eyes slowly open,
and she looks at me dreamily.

"That was so good!" she exclaims softly. "Where did you learn to
do that?"

I lower my lips back to her engorged clit and take it between
them. "Hmmmmm..." I ask. "What did you say?"

"Aaaaaahhhh..." she moans softly, as a smaller orgasm races
through her. "Aaaahhh..."

I have her at a peak of sexual frenzy, and I can make her come
and come again by just humming on her clit. So, I do.

"Aaaahhhhh... oh Gawd, please..."

 "Hmmmmm...?" I say, making my lips vibrate on her sensitive
clit. "What?"

"Aaaaahhhh..." she moans, as another orgasm envelops her curvy
body. "Aaaaahhhh... Oooohhhhhh... that's toooo good!"

"You like that? Does it feel good? Hmmmmmm...?"

"Ooooohhhhh..."

A torrent of sweet nectar is flowing out of her pussy, and I run
my tongue up her gash and enjoy the delicious flavor of her
juice.

"Ooohhh yeah, lick my pussy!"

"What? Hmmmmm...?" as I stop licking her tasty pussy, and resume
humming on her too-tender clit.

"Aaaaahhhhh... Dooonnn't, stooooop, please!" she pleads, as her
hand tries to push my head into her pussy. 

I continue this cat and mouse game for a bit, until my throbbing
cock demands some attention. I slip in the bed beside her, and
roll her onto her side, lifting her long, lithe right leg in the
air.

Slipping my turgid dick into her juicy pussy from behind, I begin
to stroke it in and out of her swampy snatch, feeling her warm,
sweet juices drench my balls as they flow out of her steamy
cunt.

"Ummmmm..." she moans, "Fuck my pussy..."

Jennifer reaches down and begins to rub her clit with her
fingers, making her pussy pulse and spasm.

"Oooohhhh..." she sighs contentedly, "Fuck me..."

I slide my left arm underneath her neck, and around to her firm
tits. Alternating between them, I rub their heavy fullness, and
pull gently on each nipple, making it stand out proudly from her
tit. Jennifer softly kisses my arm while I play with her massive
titties, and purrs "Ooooohhh yeahhhhh, fuck me, let me come, let
me come..."

I continue stroking my cock in and out of her well-lubricated
snatch, relishing the feeling of her hot, humid pussy convulsing
around my dick. I look into her eyes, and she looks at me with
something more than lust... a warmer, deeper look. "Ummmmmm...
you make me feel so good!" her voice raspy with passion.  

My balls begin to tense up, and I feel my orgasm approaching.
"I'm gonna come again," she moans, "I'm coming!"

"Ohhhhh..." I whisper in her ear. "Feel me come..."

"Ohgawd, ohgawd, I'm coming, fuck me, fuck me..."

Her pussy begins to clench and unclench around my cock, and I
feel her muscles squeeze my shaft. Jennifer stops playing with
her clit, and moves her hand down to my ball sack. She gently
cradles them in her hand, and I groan as a stream of hot come
shoots out of the head of my cock into her syrupy wetness.
Another twitch and another flood of jizz rushes into her juicy
snatch. Another, another, and another until my balls have sent
all their contents into her hot pussy.

I gently lower her leg, and we both lay back on the bed, sweat
covering our bodies, and my still-hard cock soaking in the warm
wetness of her luxurious pussy.

My arm automatically wraps around her, pulling her close, and she
snuggles against me, her eyes closed.

I open the vent, and feel the cool night air flow over our
overheated bodies. "I'll lay here for just a minute and rest," I
think to myself. "Just a minute or two..."

CHAPTER THREE

Blinking my eyes, I can see the beginnings of daylight through
the open vent. My arm is draped over Jennifer's ribcage, my hand
cups her firm left tit, and my cock is stuck to her butt. "5:51"
says the clock in the AM/FM radio. 

"Just a minute or two..." I think to myself. 

I sit up, and Jennifer begins to stir. She groggily wakes up,
sees me, and looks puzzled. "We fell asleep I guess..." I shrug.

Jennifer looks at me in a strange sort of way, and I imagine
she's replaying the evening in her head, and trying to understand
why she's here, now, and especially with me.

"I'n turstee," she sleepily mumbles.  "Can I haba rink."

I smile at her, open the cooler, grab a bottle of orange juice,
twist the top off and hand it to her.

"Tanks," she says, taking a big drink. She swallows, takes
another drink, another, and finally says, "What time is it?"

"Almost six," I say. "We took a little nap."

She nods her head in agreement, and continues looking at me.
After a moment she says "John?"

"Yeah?"

Satisfied that she's got my name correct, she says, "John, are
you busy today?"

"No," I say. "This trailer doesn't deliver until Monday, then I
go back to California. Why?"

"Would you do me a favor?" she asks.

"What?"

"I have a few errands to run, and I need a ride. Will you help
me, please?"

"Sure," I say. "I'll take this trailer over to the drop lot, and
I'll have the weekend off."

"Thanks," she says. She sits up in the bed, and wrinkles her cute
little nose. Moving it down toward her armpit, she inhales
shallowly through her nose, and says, "Ewwwww, I stink! I need a
shower." She looks my direction, inhales through her nose again
and proclaims, "You stink too! You need a shower."

"Tell ya' what," I say. Let's go drop this trailer, and I'll get
us a hotel room. The truck stop showers aren't really designed
for long hot showers, and that's what we both need. Alright with
you?"

"Okay," she says. 

As she moves to get dressed, her arm brushes the nightstand, and
the money I gave her last night falls to the floor. We both stop
and look at it.

Jennifer says nothing - just continues looking at the money.
Finally, she reaches down, picks it up, and arranges the bills
neatly. She peels a one hundred-dollar bill off of the bunch, and
hands the rest back to me. 

"Here," she says.

"No," I say. "It's yours, you keep it."

She spots the little bank bag I keep the money in, puts the other
bills back in it, and hands it back to me. "Here."

"Keep it," I tell her. "I owe you..."

"I took a hundred, that's all you owe me," she says. "We're
even."

"Alright then," I say, reaching into the bag and pulling out
another hundred, "What about last night?"

"A freebie," she smiles. "On the house. I was so horny, I'd have
fucked a dead man or a live goat!" 

"Ooooo, kinky!" I grin, as I put the bag back in its hiding
spot.

She smiles and shakes her head. "Men!" 

We get dressed, and I pull out of the truck stop. A short drive
and we're at the drop lot. I park the trailer, disconnect from
it, and send in the usual messages. "Pickup anytime Monday,
deliver in Otey Mesa anytime before midnight Friday," comes back
over the satellite unit a few minutes later. 

"Alright," I say. "I'm going home!"

I head toward the interstate, and I see a hotel. Lots of room for
truck parking, and it looks very nice. 

We pull into a new, tall, hotel, one of the big chains. I put
some clean clothes in my bag, and we walk into the lobby and
register. "Will you and your daughter require separate rooms?"
the desk clerk inquires.

"Daughter?" I think to myself, "Do we really look like father and
daughter?"

"No," I say. "Separate beds will be fine."

"Room 723," handing me the encoded card key. "Top floor, west
side. Thank you for staying with us."

"C'mon, Daddy!" she giggles as she takes my hand.

We take the elevator to the top floor, find the room, and walk
in. A spacious room, typical hotel style. Two king-size beds, TV,
sofa, table, two chairs, and a sliding-glass door leading out to
a small balcony.

"You first," Jennifer says. "It takes me longer. I'll shave while
you shower," while she sits on a bed and removes her shoes and
socks.

"Okay," as I place my toilet bag on the wash counter. "Here's my
stuff, have at it."

In the blink of an eye, Jennifer removes her shirt, bra, kicks
off her jeans, and stands before me clad only in her panties. She
opens the bag, and extracts my razor and shaving cream.  Smoothly
she lifts one long, shapely leg onto the counter and begins to
apply the shaving cream, while balancing gracefully on the other
like a swan or a flamingo.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I peel off my clothes, and
plop down on the toilet for my morning shit. As I sit there, I
think about what I did to her, and how she forgave me. I'd love
to get to know her better, but I wonder how she feels toward me.

I wipe, flush, turn the shower on, and notice delightedly that
the showerhead contains a massage unit. There's nothing quite
like a good water massage to make me feel better. I adjust the
temperature   getting it just perfect   and climb in. I lather,
rinse, shampoo my hair, and shave my facial stubble with the
disposable razor the hotel has provided. Turning the showerhead
from 'Spray' to 'Massage' starts the pulsing water flow, and I
turn around and let the jets of water massage the base of my
neck.
  
The shower massage relaxes me, and I stand there, letting the
pulsing jets of water pound my lower neck and upper shoulders. I
feel a quick temperature change in the air in the room, and I
think I hear the door close, but I'm too lost in the massage to
pay much attention.

The toilet flushes, the shower door opens and closes quickly, and
the water stops flowing over me. I turn around, and Jennifer is
standing with her back to me, with the spray washing over her
hourglass figure.

"Here," handing me a sudsy washcloth. "Wash my back, please."

I take the washcloth, and begin to rub it over her. Her
shoulders, her upper and lower back, even the little
fire-breathing dragon I remember so well all receive a thorough
scrubbing. I rub the washcloth over her firm, round butt and
lather it up nicely as well.

The sensuous feeling of my hands rubbing over her wet, soapy skin
has caused my prick to swell. She backs up into me as she sprays
the water over her torso, feels my erect cock poking her in the
butt, grasps it tenderly and says softly, "What's this?"

I say nothing as she gently slides my swollen dick between the
cheeks of her suds-covered butt, and begins to slowly rotate her
hips in little circles.

"I didn't see you take any Viagra today," she says softly. "You
must like me!"

Moving my hands down over her body to her abdomen, I gently press
her against me. Her hands wrap around my neck, and gently pull my
face down to her neck. I begin softly nuzzling and nibbling the
sensitive areas of her neck as my hands roam over her. I feel the
weighty fullness of her dangling breasts, and lift and massage
them both with my fingers. I run my hands down from her tits to
her stomach, to her abdomen, feeling her sensuous body. As I rub
my hands over the tops of her thighs and groin, I notice
something different   something is missing.

"Like that?" she whispers. "I needed a trim." The thickly
overgrown forest of earlier is gone, leaving just a nicely
trimmed Mohawk of lush fur in its place.

"Yes, very much!"

As I rub my hands over her thighs and groin, she slips a hand
down over mine, and gently moves it against her prominent clit. 
I need no encouragement, and I begin to easily massage the hard
little nubbin with my fingers. Jennifer sighs contentedly, and
continues rubbing her firm butt over my cock.

She bends forward slightly, braces herself against the shower
wall with one hand, and with the other, reaches back and grasps
my shaft. She pushes her hips back, and I feel my cockhead
enveloped by a warm tightness, but not the tightness I'm used
to.

"Gently," she moans huskily. "Don't hurt me."

I rub her clit with my fingers, but I don't feel my cock there.
It dawns on me where my dick is, and I love the different feeling
of being inside her ass. I delicately move my cock forward a
little, and feel the tight resistance of her ass to my invading
prick. Slowly I ease my twitching cock into her, but there's no
natural lubrication to ease the way   like in her juicy pussy  
and the feeling is almost painful.

I slide my other hand around to her mountainous tits, and rub the
nipples in turn, making them stand out from her firm tits. I move
my hand up her neck and stroke her cheek, and as my hand moves in
front of her mouth, she kisses my fingers. My hand works its way
back down her chest, and revels in the feeling of her fantastic
tits and her hard nipples.

Gradually I manage to cautiously slide the entire length of my
dick into her tight ass, and stop. My fingers continue to knead
and manipulate her throbbing clit and her fleshy tits, while she
moans with pleasure, "Ummmmm... that feels so good!" I slip my
middle finger past her trembling pussy lips, and up into her
succulent snatch. "Ohhhhh!" she sighs, as her body gives a little
shudder. "Ohhhhh yeaaahhh!"

My finger seeks out and finds the little area on the front wall
of her luscious pussy, and begins to massage the spot. "Oh God,"
she moans lustily, "Don't stop what you're doing! Ohhhhh...
please don't stop!"

Her pussy is contracting and spasming around my finger, and her
juices are dripping from her delicious pussy as I rub the palm of
my hand over her erect and twitching clit. My cock can feel my
finger moving inside her quivering snatch through the little
membrane that separates her two tunnels, and the sensation is
incredible. I pull her body closer to me, and she cries with joy,
"Ohhhh... right there, rub my pussy, ohhhhh... don't stop!"

Her asshole is clenching the base of my cock, and her ass muscles
are fluttering and rippling up and down the length of my shaft.
My finger is stroking her G-spot, my palm is rubbing her
sensitive clit, and Jennifer's wailing with ecstasy.

"Ohhhhhh..." she howls. "Ohhhhh... please don't stop, don't stop,
please don't stop... let me come, let me come, ohhhhhh..." as she
pushes her firm butt back at me. "Ohhhh... I'm coming, I'm
coming, I'm com..."

Her pussy grips my finger, and her ass muscles squeeze my cock as
I continue to massage her juicy pussy. I feel her body shudder
and her pussy spasm as she comes on my finger. "Aaaaaaahhhh..."
she wails, pounding her hand on the shower wall. "Aaaaaahhhh..."


As Jennifer's climax lessens, I continue to gently move my finger
inside her syrupy snatch. I move the tip of my finger against the
head of my cock, and it causes my own orgasm to begin.

"Ahhhh..." I grunt. "I'm coming!"

My ball sack draws up in it's familiar tightness, and my prick
begins to throb as spurts of jizz shoot out of the tip, and into
her clenching ass. "Ohhhh..." I moan helplessly. "Ohhhhh..."

"Aaaaahhh..." Jennifer wails as another orgasm makes her
voluptuous body convulse with pleasure. "Aaahhhhh... that's so
good, so good, ahhhhhh..."

A river of hot come shoots out of the head of my pulsing cock,
inundating her ass with my warm jizz. Spurt after spurt soaks her
bowels as her ass squeezes my dick, her muscles quivering and
twitching around throbbing cock. My balls empty their contents
into her tight ass, and pump furiously until they are completely
drained.

As our climaxes slowly diminish, we both stand there, breathing
heavily, and feeling the warm water spray over our bodies.
Jennifer slowly straightens up, and my spent cock slides out of
her ass. She turns, wraps her arms around my neck, and gently
kisses me on the cheek.

"That was great!" she says. "I've never come like that before.
Where did you learn to do that? And that thing you did last night
with the humming?"

"I've had a little practice," I grin.

"You can practice on me anytime!" she says with a smile.

We rinse off, step out of the shower, and towel dry. I change
into my clean clothes, Jennifer picks up the clothes she's been
wearing, sniffs them, and her cute nose wrinkles in disgust.
"Ewwww... I hate to put on dirty clothes after I shower!"

"I have a shirt you can wear," I offer. "It may be a little big,
but if you want..."

"Would you, please?" 

"It's in the truck, I'll be right back."

I take the elevator downstairs, climb in the truck, and find a
pair of boxers and a white short-sleeve button-down shirt. As I
walk in the room, she's hanging up the telephone.

"I called the club, but it's too early, no one's there yet. I
called Tiffany, one of the dancers I know from J.T.'s, and she
said they would have probably mailed me my last paycheck. The
post office said they have a stack of mail they've been holding
for me, and they're open until noon. I called the apartment
manager, but all I got was a recording."

"Wow," I exclaim. "Quick, efficient, and thorough! You'd make
somebody a good secretary!" I grin.

"You'd be surprised what I'd make 'Mr. Right'," she grins back.
"What's that?" as she points to my hand.

"Skivvies," I say. "Boxers. I wear a forty, and I think they'll
fit..." 

"I'm a size thirty-six, I'll have you know!" she interrupts me,
as a scowl crosses her face.

"Big," I add hastily, "They'll be too big and... uhhhh...  baggy
on you, and you'll have to pin them up. You're much... uhhhh...
thinner than I am, and you'll... uhhhh..."

"Enough," she smiles. "I get the point." 

She finds a safety pin in the toilet bag I have, and pins the
shorts smaller. Jennifer disappears from view around the corner
while I sit down on the bed and turn on the TV. When she
reemerges, she's stunningly beautiful. Her long dark hair is
loosely tied up in back, and even though she has no makeup on,
Jennifer's gorgeous. She's wearing my shirt, with the bottom tied
up in a knot, leaving a broad expanse of her flat tummy exposed.
The top two buttons are undone, providing a perfect display of
her magnificent bosom. She's not wearing a bra, and I can just
see her dark areola through the white cotton. Her jeans hug her
hips, and mold perfectly to the contours of her lower body.

"You like?" as she steps in front of the mirror, turns
side-to-side, and looks at her reflection.

"Yes, I like!"

"I look fat," she frowns. "My hips are big."

"You are drop-dead gorgeous," I say. "You look perfect!"

Jennifer smiles at the compliment, and turns to me. "Ready? Let's
go."

I open her door and she climbs in the truck. I climb in, start
the engine, and she asks, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Nine seventeen," I say, glancing at the clock in the radio.

"I'm hungry. We've got time, let's go get some breakfast!"

"Good idea," I say. "Let's go!"

Over on the other side of the interstate I see a 'Lenny's Diner'
so I head over there, and park the truck. I open the door, and
she hops out and takes my hand. We walk into the restaurant, and
take seats in a booth.

"Coffee?" asks the waitress as she brings menus.

"Yes, please," I say. "No, thanks," says Jennifer. "I'd like a
glass of orange juice, and a large iced tea."

We study the menus, and Jennifer asks what I'm having. "Probably
the ham and cheese omelet." I reply. "How 'bout you?" 

"I dunno," she says. "I'm hungry."

The waitress comes back with our beverages, and asks "Are you and
your daughter ready to order?"

"Daughter," I think. "Why does everyone think she's my
daughter?"

"Are you ready, Daddy?" Jennifer laughs.

"Ham and cheese omelet, home fries, white toast," I say. "And for
you, my darling daughter?"

"I'll have the 'He-man breakfast', scrambled eggs, wheat toast."

"I didn't see that," I say, looking at the menu. The waitress
points to some writing with her pen. "'He-man breakfast'," it
says. "Four eggs, four strips of bacon, four sausage links,
hashbrowns and toast. Three pancakes and two biscuits with
sausage gravy make this a breakfast for the heartiest of
appetites."

"I know Marines that don't eat that much!" I exclaim as the
waitress heads to the kitchen with our order. "Are you hungry or
what?"

"I haven't had a decent meal in six months, dummy!" she says
pointedly. "Remember where I've been?"

"Oh," I say. "Sorry... I forgot."

"The county doesn't feel you very well, and the food tastes like
shit," she says, somewhat testily. "It's not what you'd call
'fine dining'!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

A flash of anger goes through those deep mahogany eyes, and it is
almost instantly replaced by something else, but I can't quite
identify what.

Our breakfast arrives, and we converse over breakfast, small talk
about our lives. I relate how I joined the Navy straight out of
high school, did twenty years, and got out with a fairly decent
retirement. I tell of my childless marriage and divorce some
eighteen years ago, that I spent most of my life at sea, and
never remarried. I explain how I started driving a truck after I
was discharged four years ago, because I wanted to see some land
for a change before I settled down.

Jennifer tells a far more sorrowful tale, of a poor household
with an alcoholic mother and an abusive father. She relates how
she left her hometown to go to college, and started dancing to
help pay her way through school. After five semesters of college,
she fell into one of the pitfalls that the adult entertainment
industry offers, and just, somehow, never made it back to
college. She tells me of a steady procession of boyfriends,
lovers, and one-night-stands who all have one thing in common  
they've all treated her like shit. She doesn't include me in that
list, but she doesn't have to   I know where I fit in, and it
doesn't make me happy.

The waitress brings the check, and takes my plate away. I look
down, and see that Jennifer has polished off everything on her
plate! She's eaten everything but one link sausage that sits in
the middle of her plate.

"Not cooked enough?" I say, pointing to the little link. "Did you
drop it?"

"Watch this," she says, with a devilish grin.

She gracefully picks up the sausage with her thumb and index
finger, moves in to her lips, and begins to slowly move the
little breakfast link in and out of her mouth.

"Mmmmmm..." she moans, winking at me. "Mmmmmm..."

"Stop that!" I hiss at her. "Cut it out!"

"Mmmmm..." she continues to moan. "So hard, so firm, so..."

"Stop it!"

"So tasty, just the way I like it!" she grins mischievously.

Contrary to my verbal protests, my cock has immediately sprung to
life as a result of the erotic spectacle that is taking place
across the booth from me. Just when I thought it couldn't get any
worse, she pulls the little sausage from her mouth, dips the end
of it in some pancake syrup remaining on her plate, and moves it
back to her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, and begins to twirl
around the end of the sausage, as she licks the syrup off.

"Ummmmm..." she moans as she winks at me. "Sweeeeeet!"

I stare transfixed at the sexy exhibition she's putting on, and
my cock is throbbing like it's about to burst.

"Enough," I say, standing up. "C'mon, let's go."

Quickly I look at the check, and leave the amount and a decent
tip for the waitress. The front of my pants is tented out
obscenely, and I cover it with my jacket so no one will see my
raging hard-on.

Jennifer walks out the door beside me, saying nothing, just
grinning like the Cheshire cat. I open the door to the truck, and
as she climbs in, she gives her butt a little provocative wiggle
in front of my face. She climbs in and goes to sit down, but I
climb in behind her. Jennifer moves back to the bunk and sits
down to let me pass by, but I stop and sit on the edge of the
passenger seat.

"Please don't do that to me!" I say, looking her in the face.

"Do what?" she asks, feigning innocence.

"What you did back there in the restaurant! Please don't."

"Because we're in public?" she says, emphasizing 'public'.

"No," I say, "because I don't like walking around with a hard-on!
You can play games if you want, just don't get the lawnmower out
if you're not going to mow the lawn! Do you underst..."

A fire engine approaches, with its lights flashing and siren
wailing. It slows in front of us, makes a right turn, and heads
up the cross street. I stop talking to her, and turn to watch as
it does. I don't know a man alive who won't stop what he's doing
to watch a fire truck   I guess it's the little boy in all of us.


"Alright?" I say, turning back to her. "Do you understand what
I..."

In the few seconds I've watched the fire engine pass, Jennifer
has stripped down to nothing, and is lying on my bed, completely
nude. "C'mere," she whispers, stretching her arms out to me.
"C'mere and mow my lawn."

"I..." stammer as I begin to stand up. "That isn't what I..."

"Johnny's got a stiffie! Johnny's got a stiffie!" she sings in a
little girl voice. "Johnny really likes me, 'cause Johnny's got a
stiffie!" while she reaches forward and rubs my cock through my
pants. "C'mere!" she exclaims as she begins to grab at my belt
buckle.

I pull away from her, lock the door, and yank the curtains
closed.

"Yeah, I've got a stiffie," I say heatedly. "You should know, you
gave it to me!" I kick my shoes off, drop my pants and shorts,
and crawl between those long, widespread legs. 

"I'll mow your lawn!" I hiss angrily as I rub my cock around in
the slippery oil that's oozing from her snatch. "I'll mow your
lawn, alright." I push forward, and my cock easily slides into
her well-lubricated pussy. Her muscles squeeze my shaft, and she
squeals with pleasure.

"Ummmmm..." she squeals, "Fuck me."

I begin to piston my cock in and out of her hot, clingy snatch  
softly at first, but I get madder as I think about the little
scene back at the restaurant, and I begin to pound her harder.

Jennifer unbuttons my shirt, scrapes her fingernails lightly
across my chest, and pulls hard on my nipples. "Fuck me good and
hard!" she demands, her eyes glowing lustily. "Fuck me like you
want it!"

I begin to pound her pussy as hard as I can - the bedsprings are
squeaking, the truck is rocking, and my balls are making a
'THWACK-THWACK-THWACK' sound as they slap against her butt. This
isn't sex anymore - it's about domination, submission, control.
One of us is going to outfuck the other, and I'm determined not
to lose this contest.

Neither is she. Jennifer feels me pounding her syrupy cunt, and
begins thrusting her hot pussy up at me in return. "C'mon, fuck
me!" she chants. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me good!" 

I'm fucking her with everything I've got, my dick thrashing
around inside her silky snatch, as her warm juices flow over my
balls. "Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck me hard!" she cries. "Make
me come, if you can! Gimme what you've got, Daddy! C'mon, fuck
me!"

She wraps her long legs around my back, her heels digging into
the small of my back, and pulls me into her fiery cunt. "Think
you can keep up with me, Daddy?" she pants, staring lewdly into
my eyes. "I'm the best you'll ever have! Fuck me harder! C'mon,
fuck my pussy!"

I'll die before I'll give in. I place my hands under her firm,
round butt, and pull her harder onto my throbbing cock. My hands
are gripping her butt so tight, I know it's hurting her, but she
keeps skewering herself on my cock, grinding her clit on me, and
howling, "Fuck me, fuck me good and hard, Daddy!"

Reaching behind my back, I grab her ankles, and manage to unlatch
her legs from where they've been keeping me held into her hot,
steamy snatch. She grins at me as if she knows she's won, but I
quickly throw her legs up, so that her legs are bent back, and
her heels are almost touching her ears. 

I slam my cock in and out of her juicy pussy, fucking her harder
than I ever thought I possibly could. Waves of motion make her
huge titties jiggle and shake, while her hard nipples trace
random patterns in the air. "Oooohhh yeaaaaahhh," she moans. "You
love my good pussy, don't you?"

"Yeeees," I gasp, as I release her ankles and let her legs rest
on my shoulders. "Yes, I do..."

"Then say it!" she begs hotly. "Say it! Tell me you love my
pussy!"

"I love your pussy!" I moan as I slam my cock into her succulent
cunt. "I love your pussy, I love..."

"Ummmmm... my pussy loves your hard cock!"

We stare into each other's eyes, and something between us ignites
a deeper response. Suddenly it doesn't seem to matter who wins
this little fuckfest. I stop pounding my cock into her wet pussy,
and shift position so my shaft is rubbing her erect clit as I
stroke my cock deeply in and out of her juicy cunt. "Ohhhhh...
your pussy is so good!" I groan, "You're gonna make me come
again!"

Her hands begin to rub my shoulders and arms, as she looks into
my eyes. "Ohhhhh..." she wails. "Fuck my pussy, John! Ohhhhh
yeaaahh, let me come..."

 "Ohgawd," she shrieks, as her silky snatch begins to spasm and
contract around my throbbing cock. "Ohgawd, John! I'm coming!
Come for me, ohhhhhh..."

"Unnnhhhhh..." I moan as I feel the first shot of jizz shoot out
of the head of my dick. "Unnnhhhh..."

"Aaaaaahhh..." Jennifer wails while her fingernails lightly claw
my shoulders. "Come in my pussy!"

My eyes are closed, and every fiber of my being is condensed in
my cock. I pull her hips up and push my cock as far as I can into
her quivering cunt. My balls throb and twitch against her asshole
as they pump their load into her. Gob after gob of sticky, hot
come shoots out of my pulsing cock and into her heavenly pussy.
I've had worse, but she's right - I've never had any better.

She squeezes her pussy, draining the last droplets of jizz out of
my wonderfully sore balls, and I manage a few final strokes
inside of her cream-filled snatch before I slip out. 

I gently remove her legs from my shoulders, and as I sit back on
my haunches, she lowers her legs and stares at me with those
deep, mahogany eyes. We say nothing for a couple of minutes, just
staring at each other, lost in thought, as our breathing slowly
returns to normal. 

"Tie," I finally say, grinning at her. "But if I'd had a Viagra,
you'd have been begging me to stop!"

"You don't need Viagra when you've got me," she grins back. "I'm
all that one man could ever want. 'Ms. Viagra', that's me!" she
laughs. "The best in the West!"

"You are so bad, Jennifer," I say, slowly shaking my head and
smiling at her. "You are such a bad girl."

"There once was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in
the middle of her forehead," she says, starting the old nursery
rhyme. "When she was good, she was very good. And when she was
bad... she was great!" she finishes, smiling broadly at me.

"That would be you," I smile as I nod my head. "You are good, you
are bad, and you are great. I've never met anyone quite like
you."

"I'm special!" she says, as she sits up and kisses me softly on
the cheek. She spots a towel in my laundry basket, wipes her
snatch where our mixed juices are oozing out, and hands it to me.
"C'mon," she says, "I've got errands to run."

We get dressed, and I open the curtains. I half-expect to see a
crowd gathered before us, wondering what all the screaming was
and why the truck was rocking, but nothing. It's just another day
in the city.

I steer the big truck onto the highway, and in a few minutes
we're over near her old neighborhood. She gives me directions,
until I see the post office on the right, and I pull into the
lot. "Be right back," she says, as she climbs out of the truck.
"Don't leave me."

"Leave you now or later?" I think to myself. "Sooner or later
I'll have to go."

Jennifer returns a few minutes later with a tote box full of
letters, magazines, and accumulated junk mail. She gets in the
truck, puts the box in the bunk, takes a bundle of envelopes out
of it, and begins going through them.

"Junk, junk, junk, junk," she says. "Junk, bill, junk, junk,
bill, bill, finance..." as she stops at an envelope. She tears it
open, reads the letter and says, "Shit!"

"What?"

"They repossessed my car," she says. "Shit! I figured they would
when I didn't make the payments. Oh well, all that greasy
sleazeball finance manager wanted to do was fuck me anyway."

"There isn't a man alive who wouldn't want to fuck you," I think
to myself. "Priests would give up their vows of celibacy for
you!"

"What kind of car did you have?"

"A '95 TransAm," she says. "Nice car, but the payments were
astronomical, and it needed some work. I'll get another one," she
says. "Bill, junk, junk, bill, junk, aha... here it is!" as she
pulls out an envelope and tears it open.

"Two hundred fifty seven dollars and ninety one cents," Jennifer
says, waving the paycheck in the air, before putting it in her
purse. "They took out twenty dollars for a 'locker re-keying
fee', but that's okay." 

"Junk, bill, bill, bill, junk," as she begins flipping through
the stack of envelopes again. "Uh-oh, landlord," as she opens an
envelope.

She reads the letter silently, puts it down, looks out the
window, and reads the letter again. "MOTHERFUCKING COCKBITING
SONS-OF-A-BITCH" she screams at the top of her lungs. "FUCKING
LOWLIFE ROTTEN MISERABLE BASTARDS! FUCKING SHIT PISS FUCKING
SHIT! GODDAMN IT ALL TO FUCKING HELL!" as she pounds her fists on
the dashboard of the truck. "FUCK," she screams, "FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK!"

"Easy!" I say loudly, "You're gonna break something! What's
wrong?"

"HERE!" she yells, whipping the letter at me. "I'M FUCKED!"

'Dear Ms. Straub,' it begins, and the rest is standard legalese.
What it essentially says is; you got behind on the rent, we had
you evicted, sold your belongings to pay the back-due rent, and
you still owe us three months rent and attorney's fees.

"I'm so screwed," she sobs as she begins to cry. "I have nothing.
They've sold my furniture, my TV, all my stuff, even my clothes!"
crying even harder. "I am so screwed, I don't know what do to."

"I have nowhere to go, nothing to wear, no place to stay, no car,
no nothing," she sobs uncontrollably. "What am I gonna do, where
am I gonna stay? I'm fucked!" she wails. "My life is fucked!"

I sit quietly as she gets up out of the seat and steps back to
the bunk. Jennifer lies down on her stomach and cries
hysterically, as I sit silently and watch her.

CHAPTER FOUR

"This is your fault!" a little voice in my head says. "You did
this to her. You are responsible for what has happened to her.
You thought it'd be real funny to give her that fake money you
printed up, and this is what happened. This is all your fault,
and you need to make it right!"

I pick my road atlas up off the floor, flip open to the page with
the city map on it and ask, "Where's the largest mall?"

"What?" she bawls, "What did you say?"

"The mall, where's the largest mall? The mega-mall that everyone
shops at because it has the most stores. Every city has one,
where is it here?"

"Westbury Mall," she sobs, "In Oak Lawn, over off of Coxwell
Road."

I know about where that is, and I quickly find it on the map -
about a twenty-minute drive.

"Good," I say, as I ease the truck out into traffic. "Let's go."

"Why?" she sniffles. "Why are we going to the mall?" 

"You need clothes, and they sell them at the mall."

"I don't have much money," and she begins to sob again. "I don't
have much of anything!"

"Let me worry about that, alright? I'll buy you some clothes. You
can stay with me at the hotel for a couple of days, and we'll try
to figure out what to do. It's not much, but for now it's a
start." I say. "Let's go get you some clothes to wear."

"Okay," she sniffles. "Okay."

A twenty-five minute drive brings us to the mall, and it's a big
one. I park the truck, climb down and open her door. "C'mon," I
say, "Let's go shopping."

"You don't have to do this for me."

"I know," I say. "Let's go."

A smile brightens her face, and she climbs down, closes the door,
and takes my hand. We walk hand-in-hand across the lot, and
through the glass doors that lead into the cavernous interior of
the mall.

Everyone has one thing in life that they are talented at doing  
painters, artists, musicians, pilots, surgeons, mechanics,
gardeners - everyone has some natural, God-given ability.
Jennifer's talent is shopping.

She goes into a store like a tornado through a trailer park in
Kansas, with the same devastating results. She'll attack a rack
of clothes, flip through it like a Rolodex, select eight, ten,
twelve items and head for the dressing room with me in tow.

I sit down on the bench outside the dressing rooms while Jennifer
goes inside. Thirty seconds go by, and she emerges with a pair of
jeans on and looks at herself in the full-length mirror   "Do you
like these?" "Yes." "I don't, they make my butt look fat." Back
in the dressing room, thirty seconds later, and out with another
pair on   "Do you like these?" "Yes." "I don't, they make my butt
look flat." Back in the dressing room, thirty seconds, a third
pair   "Like these?" "Yes." "I don't, they make my hips look
big."  After she's tried on all the clothes, she'll select maybe
one or two items and hand them to me to hold. The rest of the
loose clothing goes to the unfortunate salesclerk to put back on
hangers, while she ransacks another rack of clothing.

It's a new and different experience for me, being with a woman
shopping for clothes, and I relegate myself to a supporting role
 following her from store to store, carrying bags out to the
truck, and most importantly... paying for it all.

The lower level, the main level, the middle level, and the upper
level all feel our footsteps. North wing, South wing, the East
and West wings all are graced with our presence. I begin to
notice that wherever we go, Jennifer is the center of attention.
All other men turn to ogle and admire her as we walk by. She is
undoubtedly the most attractive woman in the mall, and it makes
my chest swell with pride knowing that this dazzlingly beautiful
woman is with me.

We're standing in one of the big department stores, and she's
talking to a woman at the cosmetics counter about something that
sounds like we should be at a home-improvement store  
foundation, base, and other terms I know not. I wander over to
the jewelry counter, and look inside. A three-strand necklace of
pearls catches my eye, and I motion the salesclerk over. "Those
pearls," I say. "I'd like to see them, please."

The clerk unlocks the display, opens the door, and hands them to
me. "A fine necklace, Sir. They're very beautiful."

Yes, they are - and so is the price. They were much cheaper at
the NavEx in Yokohama, but I'm not in Yokohama.

"I'll take them," handing the clerk my charge card. Jennifer
walks over, and I quickly move to cut her off. 

"I wondered where you went," she says.

"Just browsing, killing time, looking around," I reply.

"I need one more thing, then I'll be done here," as she heads
back to the cosmetic counter.

"I'll be right over."

"Here, Sir," says the sales clerk, handing me the pearl necklace
in a box, and a receipt to sign. "Are they for your daughter?"
she asks, looking Jennifer's way.

"Daughter?" I think to myself. "No she's my... Lover? Whore?
Girlfriend? Fuck buddy? What is she?"

"Yes," as I sign the receipt and hide the box in my inner jacket
pocket.

"I'm sure she'll like them, and if she doesn't we'll be happy
to..."

"She'll love them," I say. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Sir!"

I walk back to the cosmetics counter, pay for her purchase, and
off we go.

On one trip back into the mall after taking bags to the truck,
Jennifer says, "I'm thirsty, let's get a drink."

I spot a little snack stand, and we head there. I get a cup of
coffee, and she gets a soft-serve ice cream cone. We sit at the
table across from one another, me sipping my coffee, Jennifer
eating her cone.

While I'm gazing out into the mall, watching the world go by, I
hear a too familiar sound   "Mmmmmm..."

I look back at her, and she has a sexy, sultry, devilish grin on
her face. "Mmmmmm..." as she swirls her tongue sensually around
the tip of the ice cream cone. "Mmmmmmm..."

"Don't do this to me again, please."

"Mmmmmm..." she purrs. "Mmmmm..." 

She takes the cone and wipes a little bit of ice cream on her
upper lip, extends her tongue and slowly licks it off. "Mmmmm..."
she says, arching her eyebrows at me, "Sweet and creamy!"

My cock begins to swell and throb in my pants, and I sit there
transfixed by the risqu performance that is taking place before
me. Jennifer sees me staring at her intently and suddenly stands
up and announces, "I'm done, let's go."

Only by thinking about work am I able to make my throbbing cock
deflate a little. I decide not to mention her little performance
like I did this morning, and she seems almost disappointed when I
don't. Jennifer walks over to the trashcan, deposits the rubbish
inside, and moves over to the counter. I see her pointing at
something and talking to the young clerk. He hands her something
in a small cup and she bats her eyelashes at him, smiles, and
walks over to me. 

We stroll through the mall, arm-in-arm. "What'd ya' get?" I ask.

Jennifer shows me what she's holding in her other hand   a small
plastic cup with a single maraschino cherry.

"Watch this," she says. She takes the cherry out of the cup, and
pops it into her mouth. Her lower jaw moves a little, and I can
see her tongue moving inside her lips. She stops, puts her hand
to her mouth, and takes something out.

"Here," smiling mischievously as she hands it to me.

I take it from her hand and look down... the stem of the cherry
is tied in a perfect overhand knot. 

Before I can say anything, she drags me by the arm toward a men's
store. "You need a pair of pants," she declares as she propels me
inside.

"I do?" I say, while dropping the stem in my shirt pocket. 

As we walk past a rack of men's tracksuits, she grabs one off of
the rack and shoves me toward the dressing rooms, saying, "Here,
try this on."

"I don't think it'll fit," I tell her, while she pushes me inside
a room. "It looks too small..."

The door closes behind me, and I begin to turn around. Before I
can say anything more, I feel a pair of hands unbuckling my belt
buckle and pulling my pants and shorts down. I look down, and
there she is, on her knees in front of me.

My semi-swollen cock springs free, and wordlessly she wraps her
lips around it. "Ohhhh..." I moan. "What are you doing to me..."

"Shhhh..." I hear her whisper. "Shhhhh..."

Her talented tongue is swirling around the tip of my throbbing
prick like it did on the ice cream cone, and her head is bobbing
back and forth, methodically sucking my dick. Her hand is gently
pressing on the cheek of my butt, coaxing me forward into her
greedily suctioning mouth.

My hand grabs a hold of the coat rack, since my knees are
beginning to weaken from the intense pleasure her mouth is
providing my dick. Up and down goes her head on my pulsing cock,
and that multi-talented tongue of hers is twirling around the
head. 

As she swallows my cock I feel the hot breath from her nostrils
tickling my pubic hair when she exhales. Jennifer pulls her lips
off of my twitching dick, and licks it bottom to top, like a big
candy cane. 

"Aaaahhhh..." I moan softly. "Aaaahhhh..."

She runs her tongue along the underside of my cock and licks the
base of it, making it twitch with anticipation. She slowly licks
my ball sack, before gently sucking each of my balls into her
warm mouth and swirling her tongue around them. 

The sheer eroticism of what she is doing is making my head spin.
Outside the door I can hear people talking and doors to other
dressing rooms open and close as customers try on their clothes.
They go about their business, completely unaware a gorgeous,
young minx is inside this room with me, and doing her best to
make me come in her mouth.

Up and down she licks my throbbing cock, and then wraps her lips
around the head. As she gently pushes me deeper into her mouth
with one hand, her other hand begins to fondle my ball sack, and
I feel the familiar tightness begin as my nuts begin to draw up.

"I'm gonna come," I moan softly. "Ohhhh... I'm gonna come!"

She senses the twitching in my cock that signals an imminent
orgasm, and I feel her hand glide across my butt. Suddenly I feel
one of her fingers press against my asshole and wriggle inside my
ass as I come.

Jennifer gently fucks my ass with her finger as I shoot spurt
after spurt of jizz into her warm waiting mouth. The feeling of
her finger sliding in and out of my ass is marvelous, and my
asshole squeezes tightly around her finger as I continue to come.
My delightfully overworked balls offer up their third full load
of jizz, and struggle to keep up with her siphoning mouth.
"Urrrrrggghhh..." I gurgle helplessly, "Urrrrr..."

My already weakened knees buckle, and I fall back against the
wall of the dressing room with a loud, wall-vibrating 'THUMP'.

There's a knock at the door. "Are you alright, Sir?" I hear a
male voice say.

"Yes," I barely manage to reply, "I just lost my balance. I'm
alright."

I look down at Jennifer, as she gets to her feet. Before I can
say anything, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me
hard on the lips. I feel her tongue press against my lips and I
automatically open my mouth. Her tongue snakes inside my mouth
and I taste something new and different   warm, slightly sweet,
slightly salty, and rich   like a gravy or a cream sauce of some
sort; which is exactly what it is.

She twirls her tongue around mine for a few seconds, then pulls
back and stares at me hotly with those deep dark eyes of hers.
"Anthony would never let me kiss him after I sucked him off.
You're different   I like that!" she whispers sexily. "Let's
go."

My composure has slowly returned to something near normal, and I
tuck in my shirt, buckle my pants, and square myself away. I take
the tracksuit off of the coat rack, and open the dressing room
door.

A young, high school age sales clerk is about twelve feet away
with his back to me, and he turns as I open the door.

"Well, Sir..." he begins, and stops in mid-sentence. His eyes
look past me to Jennifer, who has emerged out of the dressing
room, and is standing arm-in-arm with me, grinning like the
Cheshire cat. You don't have to be Einstein to figure out what
just happened in there, and he looks at me with a conspiratorial
smirk on his teenage face.

I slip my right hand in my pocket, grab a twenty, and palm it. I
hand him the tracksuit with my left, and shake his hand with my
right. 

"Thank you!" I say, smiling confidently at him. "Thank you very
much!"

I feel him palm the twenty as I shake his hand, and Jennifer
begins to pull me away. I see the young man look down at his
hand, then pocket the bill in his pants pocket. If there's a
security videotape system, I know he'll have hours of fun showing
our little tryst to his friends   but I don't care, I've got the
girl.

"Thank you, Sir!" he exclaims as Jennifer drags me off, "Thank
you very much," and almost as an afterthought he says, "Please,
come again!"

"Oh, he will!" giggles Jennifer. "You can count on that!"

"You are so bad!" I chuckle, as we walk out of the men's store.
"You are such a bad girl." 

"I know," she says. "You wouldn't want me any other way!" "And,"
she adds knowingly, "That was your third time today! You don't
need Viagra when you've got me!"

Back on our mall expedition we go. Blouses, skirts, dresses,
jeans, slacks, bras, panties, hose, socks, shoes, clothes,
clothes, clothes, and more clothes.

Finally, I'm saved by a voice from above   "Attention Westbury
shoppers," it intones. "The mall will be closing in fifteen
minutes. Thank you for shopping at Westbury Mall, and have a nice
evening."

"Awwwwwww," I say half-jokingly, half-sarcastically, "And I was
just getting warmed up. Damn the luck."

"WallyWorld is open twenty-four seven." Jennifer states.

"What else could you possibly need?" I ask, somewhat
exasperatedly.

"Toiletries," she says. "Luggage."

As we head for the exit, she stops in front of a women's lingerie
store, and announces, "I have to pee."

"I'll go move the truck closer," I say.

"Okay, I'll be right out."

I drive closer to the mall entrance, and in a few minutes
Jennifer emerges from the mall and climbs in the truck. She moves
toward the bunk, and I think I see her put a small bag back
there, but it might be something that accidentally fell to the
floor.

A two hour trip into WallyWorld supplies her with shampoo, soap,
a razor, blades, deodorant, a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash,
cotton balls, cotton swabs, nail clippers, tweezers, nail polish
remover, rubbing alcohol, and countless other small items. She
also manages to pick out a curling iron, a clothes iron, a hair
dryer, a lighted makeup mirror, and six ballistic-nylon bags to
carry it all.

We load the merchandise in the overflowing bunk, and I head back
onto the interstate.

"I'm hungry, aren't you? Let's get some supper," she says.

"Yeah, I am. You've just about worn me out, I need some
nourishment."

We pull into the 'Lenny's' we ate breakfast at earlier this
morning, and I glance at the radio; 12:37   we've been at this
over eighteen hours.

As we walk into the restaurant, I drop fifty cents in the paper
box, and grab the evening edition. "I wanna check the baseball
scores," I say.

We order dinner, and while I look at the sports section, Jennifer
reads the front page. Over dinner I am pleasantly surprised to
learn that she is quite intelligent. Jennifer has a good
knowledge of finance, world and national politics, and world
geography. She's a little behind the curve on current affairs  
but I presume that's a result of her recent incarceration. She's
able to carry on a dialog about a multitude of topics, and she's
a good conversationalist.

The waitress brings the check, and inquires if we'd like anything
else.

"Some breakfast sausages?" Jennifer says, as she looks at me with
her mischievous grin that I'm beginning to realize signifies
trouble for me.

"Nothing else, thank you," I tell the waitress. "Sausage is a
private joke."

The waitress says nothing, just smiles her robotic smile and
moves off.

Jennifer says she needs to use the bathroom, and I tell her I'll
wait here for her. As she goes to the restroom, I feel a bulge in
my shirt pocket, and I pull out a huge wad of folded up store
receipts. "I wonder?" I think to myself. I flatten them out, and
begin adding up figures in my head   "317 plus 286 is 603 plus
262 is 865 plus 184 is 1049 plus 473 is 1522 plus..."

Jennifer sits down and sees me adding receipts. "Well," she asks
with a  grin, "How much did you spend on me today?"

I add the last two receipts in my head and reply, "Does it
matter?"

"Please tell me, I'm curious."

"I didn't count change, just whole dollars. With the hotel, it's
a little over forty-seven."

"I spent almost forty-five hundred dollars of your money on
clothes today?" she asks in a quiet voice.

"And toiletries and luggage and other stuff."

"Ohmigawd!" she says, as she slumps back in the booth. "I'm so
sorry, I guess I got carried away." She looks at me sadly and
says, "Tomorrow I'll return as much of it as you want me to. I
don't need all that stuff, I didn't realize I was spending..."

I raise my hand with the palm toward her. "Don't worry about it,"
I say. "It's no big deal."

"It is to me," she says. "I can't spend all of your money like
that."

"Yes you can," I say, "...and you did!" while grinning at her.

She stares at me with those deep dark eyes, and says nothing for
a minute. Finally in a hushed voice she asks, "Why, John? Why are
you doing this?"

"Because."

"Because why?

"Because, I owe... I love... just because, that's why."

I go to put my jacket on, and I feel something in the inner
pocket bump into my chest. "Oh yeah," I remember. I quickly move
around to her side of the table, and slide in the booth next to
her. "I have something for you," I say. "I hope you'll like it."
I pull the jewelry box out of my inner pocket, and place it on
the table in front of her. "Here, open it."

She opens the box, and recoils like she's just seen a snake. "Oh
John," she whispers softly, "They're beautiful!" She looks at me
and shakes her head, "You shouldn't have, you didn't need to, I
don't deserve..."

"Do you like them?" I ask hopefully.

"Oh yes," she stammers. "Yes!"

"Here." I take the necklace out of the box, and as she lifts her
long, dark brown hair up in back I open the clasp and clip the
necklace around her neck.

"You look even more beautiful!" I say.

Jennifer turns and looks at her reflection in the plate glass
window. She moves her hand up to her neck, feels the beautiful
strands, and turns back to me with tears welling up in her big
dark eyes.

"Thank you," she says, as she softly kisses my cheek. "I don't
know what to say."

"Your smile says it all."

She looks at me and I see the tears start to trickle down her
cheeks. "Thank you John for everything you've done for me," she
says. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You're so good to
me, you're so nice, I... I..." 

I look at her and smile, hug her close, and go to kiss her. As I
move my face toward her, she lowers her head, and I kiss her
forehead.

"Let's go get some sleep," I say. "It's been a long day, and I'm
tired."

I leave the money for the bill on the table, and we leave the
restaurant. I open her door, she climbs in, and I walk around and
climb in my side. As I sit down, she moves over, and softly
kisses me on the cheek again. She smiles tenderly at me, and the
tension is so thick it hangs in the air like a cloud. I know what
I feel, and I think I know what she feels, but neither of us will
say it.

We drive back to the hotel, and as I open her door, she begins
handing me packages.

"Tonight?" I say. "Now?"

"Please? Pretty please? For me?"

"It'll take us five, maybe six trips," I say. "Wait a minute, I
have an idea."

I go in the hotel, and look for one of the luggage carts the
hotel provides. I find one, but it has no sides, and will
probably be more of a hassle than a convenience. Another idea...

I find the front desk clerk, and pay him twenty bucks to go get
me one of the big plastic tubs that housekeeping uses to put
dirty linen in when they clean the rooms. He wheels it out to me,
and I roll it out to the truck. Jennifer ends up having to carry
a few bags while I push the cart - there's so much stuff it won't
all fit in the tub.

We take the elevator up to our room, and pile everything on and
around the bed closest to the door. I put the laundry tub out in
the hallway, call the clerk to tell him he can pick it up, and
thank him for letting me use it.

Jennifer pulls off her jacket, and begins to go through bags of
merchandise. I watch her for a minute and say, "I'm going to get
a shower, I'll be right out."

"Okay."

I turn the water on, get the temperature right, and climb in,
after making sure the bathroom door is locked   I don't think I
could handle another passionate encounter with Jennifer today. I
lather, rinse, towel off, and put on my baggy sleep shorts.
Emerging from the bathroom, I look at her, deeply engrossed in
her new wardrobe. She smiles and blows me a kiss as I pass in
front of her - I smile back at her and silently pad by. I sit
down on the edge of the other bed, and look out the big sliding
glass door. A line of clouds is visible off on the horizon, and
it looks like a storm front is moving in.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"I'm fine, just looking out the window. It looks like rain." 

She says nothing; she's busy with her new clothes.

I turn on the television, and flip to the weather channel. 'Rain
starting early Sunday morning, and continuing all day Sunday,' it
says. It's gotten cool in the room, so I think I'll get under the
covers to stay warm. I flip through the channels on the TV, but
nothing interesting is on, and my eyelids start to get heavy. 

The last thing I remember is a voice saying, "What about this,
John? Do you think this matches?"


CHAPTER FIVE

I wake up, cause I have to pee. "10:03" says the clock radio on
the nightstand. I empty my full bladder, and shuffle quietly back
to the bed. I notice that all of her new clothes are neatly
folded and stacked in little piles on the other bed and the sofa.
"That's one squared away sailor," as I hazily remember something
from another life.

Shuffling over to the sliding glass door, I pull back the curtain
and look outside. The sky is overcast, and rain is pummeling
down. As I crawl back under the covers, I glance over in the bed
next to me. Jennifer is laying there with her back to me, the
blanket pulled up over her shoulders, and snoring softly. 

I put my hand out, lightly rub and pat the cheek of her firm,
curvaceous butt for a second, roll over on my back, and fall
asleep again.

I dream I'm back in the Navy, and I'm at sea. We catch a dark
haired mermaid with big brown eyes, and she wants to have sex
with me. We do, and the feeling is great, very delightful. So
delightful that I sleepily awaken and open my eyes.

Jennifer is astride me, sliding her velvety smooth snatch up and
down on my already awake cock. I watch her for a moment,
enthralled by what I see. She is wearing a silky,
champagne-colored negligee that envelops her curvy body about to
the top of her thighs. Two thin straps hold it up, and a gossamer
brocade of silk and lace partially covers her pendulous breasts.
Her big brown areolas are just visible behind the inviting veil,
and her nipples press firmly against the lace. The front is low
cut, and displays an abundant expanse of her ample bosom. "I
don't remember buying this, she must have bought this when we
were leaving the mall," I think.

Her tousled dark brown hair frames her gorgeous face, the pearl
necklace reflects its luster in the soft light, and the delicate
fragrance of her perfume fills my nose. She is a picture of
feminine beauty, a goddess, Aphrodite   and she is pleasuring
herself with my body.

"Good morning," I whisper.

"Shhhhh..." she whispers, placing her fingers delicately on my
lips. "Listen... Hear the rain?"

The rain beats a polyrhythmic tempo against the glass of the
sliding door, and reminds me of another night, not so long ago,
not so far away.

Her body moves as fluidly as the rain, as she strokes her juicy
pussy on my engorged cock. Her eyes are closed, and she
effortlessly raises and lowers herself on my dick. Up and down
she slides her sweetness on me, rolling her hips, and making my
cock slither about inside her luscious pussy. 

Silently, I move my hands over her body, feeling her shapely and
firm legs, her tight butt cheeks, her back, her shoulders, her
arms, her breasts. I rub my hands over her hourglass figure again
and again, feeling the sensuous touch of her skin, the ripe
fullness of her breasts, the tight muscles of her thighs as she
skewers herself on my dick.

Her well-lubricated snatch is hotter than a volcano, and I can
feel streams of molten lava flow out of it and drench my balls as
she lustily indulges her wanton desires. I see her imposing tits
lazily undulating as she satisfies herself with my cock, and I
delicately caress them through the silky negligee. 

I move my hands up, and gently pull down the material covering
her left breast. It frees itself from its confines, and presents
itself to me. I swirl my tongue around the hard, bullet-like
nipple and greedily suck it into my mouth.

"Ummmmm..." Jennifer says almost inaudibly. Her hand moves to the
back of my head, and she begins running her fingers through my
hair, as she pulls my head onto her enormous tit. There's no milk
in it anymore, but I still continue to suckle and nurse the
nipple like there was   pulling gently on the teat with my lips,
running my tongue over the nipple and blowing cool air on it
before I resume sucking on it.

Jennifer says nothing, but just continues to silently work her
sexual magic on my pulsing hardness.

I continue to move my hands over her body, and as I move a hand
across her thigh, I feel one of her hands on mine. I
automatically know what she wants, and I slip my fingers into
where our bodies are joined together. I feel her rigid clit, and
I lightly massage and stimulate it with my fingers, sending
electric jolts of pleasure through her voluptuous body.

Jennifer grinds her over-stimulated clit against my fingers with
an urgency that is timeless, and as I pull my lips away from her
luscious tit, I look at her face. Her eyes are closed, she's
biting her lower lip, and she is completely captive to the
feeling that I'm providing her.

I hear her breathing become deeper and more ragged, and her hips
seem to be moving of their own accord, as she continues to pump
my twitching prick into her syrupy snatch, and grinds her
sensitive clit onto my hand. 
 
With a final gasp, I feel her pussy begin to involuntarily quiver
and spasm around my deeply embedded cock. Her muscles tense, as
she pushes her juicy pussy down on my cock, burying it in her as
deeply as she can. Hot streams of nectar cascade from her pussy
and coat my balls with their warmth.

She shudders two, three, four times, and slowly begins to breathe
again. Her face, her entire body is aglow with sexual pleasure,
and it makes me feel good to know that I can provide her with
such physical gratification. 

As her orgasm subsides, Jennifer slips off of me, and lies down
beside me on the bed. Her arm drapes over my chest, and her head
is next to my ear. I lay there, looking at the ceiling   thinking
about how I feel towards her, and I hear her softly say, "I love
you, John. I love you so very much!"

Like a dam bursting open, the words rush out of my mouth, "I love
you too, Jennifer! I love you too!"

She raises up, moves over, and kisses me full on the lips. I feel
her tongue on my lips, and as I open my mouth, I feel her
talented tongue slip inside. Our tongues intertwine, and we kiss,
and kiss, and kiss some more. I put my arms around her, and draw
her closer to me, pressing her lips fully into mine. 

Thousands of pent-up emotions flow throughout my body. My brain
is awash in a sea of conflicting feelings, until suddenly I stop
and pull my head back. "No, I can't."

"Can't what?"

"I can't do this. I spent six months looking for you, and now
that I've found you this weekend, I'm going to have to leave you.
I can't let myself get attached to you, because you'll break my
heart again," I say.

"Again?"

"When you left me that night, I wished you'd walk back to me, and
I was so sad that you were leaving..."

"You're not the only one," Jennifer says.

"What do you mean?" 

"When I left you, all I could hear in my head was what you'd said
to me about finding someone that would treat me the way I wanted
to be treated, and how I deserved to be happy. Somehow I felt
close to you, and I thought you felt the same way too. I walked
across the street, but all I wanted to do was to get back in the
truck with you. I went in the store, stopped for a bit, and
walked back out the door. You were driving off, so I went back in
to get Anthony's beer, and you know the rest."

"Why didn't you come back?" I ask quietly. "Why didn't you?"

"Afraid, I guess," she says softly. "Afraid that someone as nice
as you wouldn't want a girl like me. Afraid of rejection, afraid
of failure, afraid of the unknown, just afraid."

"So was I," I say. "And look what happened."

"I'd sit in jail and think," Jennifer says. "I'd think about how
sweet you were to me, and I'd think about what you'd done that
caused me to be there. I couldn't understand it - it was like
Jeckyl and Hyde. Somehow I knew that if I'd walked back to your
truck, things would have been different, and I wouldn't have lost
you."

"And now I'm going to leave you again. I'll be heading out to
California on Monday, and I don't know when I'll see you again,
if ever."

"Well," she says, staring at me tenderly with those deep dark
eyes,  "That might not be a problem. I've decided I'd like to go
with you."

"Go with me?" I ask stupefied. "Why wouldn't you stay here?"

"Why should I?" she says. "There's nothing for me here. I have no
job, no apartment, no family, nothing. I have a chance to end
this part of my life and start a new life with you, if you'll let
me..." as her voice trails off.

"But..."

"The truck is big enough for the two of us, isn't it? You're not
married, and neither am I. There's no reason I couldn't go with
you, unless you don't want me."

"Of course I want you!" I say, while Jennifer easily raises her
long, shapely leg up over my abdomen, moves up, and sits on my
stomach. "But what about our..."

"What about our what   our age differences? That you're old
enough to be my father? All I know is this - I love you, and you
love me. You're good to me, you care about me, and you try to
make me happy. That's all any girl could want, nothing else
matters."

A beatific smile begins to cross my face as she continues,
"Remember what you said about life's too short to be unhappy, and
I should find someone that makes me happy? That's you, John.
You're all I've ever wanted..."

I say nothing, but my eyes are growing moist. She looks at me,
smiles sweetly, gently brushes my hair back, and says, "Besides,
you owe me."

"Owe you what?" I say, somewhat taken aback. 

"I had a boyfriend, but he's gone and now I have you," she says.
"I had a place of my own and a car, and now I don't.""You want
me to buy you an apartment and a car?"

"No, I want more. You owe me more. You owe me a baby."

"A baby?"

"Yes, a baby," she softly says. "I was going to have a baby then
I lost it. I want to have a baby, and you're going to give it to
me."

"I'm not sure I'm ready to be a fa..." I manage to say before
Jennifer places her fingers over my lips. She lowers her face so
that our noses are almost touching, and our eyes are only inches
apart.

"I want to have a baby," she says matter-of-factly, as she stares
intently at me with her deep dark eyes. "And you're going to give
it to me."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are," she declares. "Then you are going to give me a
second one, so the first one will have someone to play with!"

"Two?" I ask, momentarily stunned.

"At least... maybe more."

"Go on," I say, mesmerized by those big mahogany eyes, and
beginning to love the sound of my new life. "Tell me more..."

While Jennifer has been telling me my future, she has positioned
herself so that her rubbery pussy lips are just touching the head
of my dick. She sits up, and scoots herself down so that my cock
slips inside of her luscious pussy, and softly says, "You are
going to make love to me and get me pregnant. You are going to
make love to me and keep me satisfied when my hormones run wild
while I'm pregnant. And, when my breasts get heavy 'cause they're
full of milk, you are going to nurse them so they don't hurt.
Or..."

She's been moving her slippery pussy slowly up and down my hard
shaft, but she stops suddenly. The head of my cock is buried
inside her liquid warmth, but the rest of it is exposed to the
cool air, and the feeling is exquisite.

"Don't tease me," I whisper throatily. "Please don't..."

She slowly works her oily snatch down my pole and whispers, "You
can get me pregnant, or..." as she lifts up and stops again with
the only the tip inside her.

"Please," I whimper. "Don't do..."

"You can take care of me and love me, or..." as again she
maneuvers her warm and juicy pussy down and back up deliberately,
leaving just the head in her wonderful warmth.

"Oh please, Jennifer!" I plead, writhing and bucking my hips,
trying to thrust all of my painfully throbbing cock inside her
sugary-sweet snatch. "Please let me..."

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast," she coos, while pushing down on my
abdomen. "How 'bout it, Daddy? More of this?" as she leisurely
slides her pussy down my throbbing dick, rolls her hips, and
slides back up and stops. "Or this?" as she sits motionless with
just the head inside in her hot, wet pussy.

"Ohgawd, please!" I deliriously moan. "I can't stan..." 

"Hmmmmm? 'Yes' or 'No'? Are you going to give me what I want?"
she says softly as she slowly works her succulent hole down my
dick again, rolls her hips a couple of times, and slowly works
her way back up. "Or not?" as she stops.

My prick is about to explode from the excruciatingly wonderful
torture she's inflicting on it. "Yes, yes, oh God, YES!" I shout.
"I'll give you your babies, I'll give you whatever you want! I'll
love you for the rest of my life!" as I grab her waist, and
impale her on my twitching cock.

"I know you will!" she smiles happily.

Jennifer begins sliding her syrupy softness up and down and
rolling her hips, making her velvety cunt touch all the right
places. Her luscious pussy is massaging my aching and overheated
shaft, and her oily juices are flowing freely, bathing and
soothing my cock with her balmy nectar.

She leans forward so that her magnificent tits are dangling above
my chest and her long dark brown hair tickles my face, while she
looks longingly into my eyes. "Ummmm..." she whispers, as she
gently strokes her wonderful pussy up and down my cock, in and
out of her heavenly warmth. "Come for me, John. Make love to me
and make me pregnant. Come in my pussy and give me a baby. Come
in me and give me your baby, our baby..."

"Ohhhhh..." I moan, "Here comes your baby!" My hands pull her
hips down as I arch my back and try to push my throbbing prick as
far as I can inside her divine pussy. Jets of come blast out of
the tip of my aching cock and flood her box with my jizz. She
lowers her head and kisses me, slipping her tongue inside my
mouth as I climax inside her welcoming pussy. A spurt, another
spurt, and another spurt rocket their way into her steamy snatch,
as her pussy squeezes around my cock, encouraging my furiously
throbbing balls to give her every last drop. My insides feel like
they're turning to liquid, and shooting out of my cock into her
welcoming pussy. I continue coming until there's nothing left,
and I collapse back on the bed, thoroughly, totally, completely,
physically and emotionally spent.

Jennifer slips gracefully off of my limp prick and lies down next
to me again, with her head on my arm. I reach over and pull her
closer, and she snuggles against me. I run my hand down her back,
and stop with my hand cupping a cheek of her firm, round butt.

"I love you John," she whispers softly, as her hand gently
caresses my face. "I'm so glad we're together."

"How did I get so lucky?" I think to myself.

As I lay there slowly regaining my senses, she says, "Will I like
Carlsbad?"

"Yes, I think you will. It's a pretty little town, the weather is
nice, and I have a wonderful view of the Pacific Ocean from my
living room."

"It sounds nice!" she says. "How long will it take us to drive to
southern California?"

"If we leave tomorrow, we should be there late Thursday night,
Friday morning maybe..."

"What is today's date?" 

"It's Sunday the seventeenth," I say. 

I can hear her softly counting, and feel her fingers on my chest
as she counts the days, "Eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth,
twenty-first, twenty-second..." 

A pause as she thinks, then says, "I should start ovulating
Thursday or Friday. I'll be fertile next weekend. I'll let you
rest until we get to California, but when we get home you'd
better be ready for next weekend - you've got a lot of work to
do... Daddy!" she says, with her sexy, mischievous smile.

"Dear God," I say, "What have I done to myself?" as I smile
broadly. "Oh well, at least I've still got some Viagra."

"You don't need Viagra when you've got me!" Jennifer whispers
while she kisses me on the lips.

"I love you Jennifer!" I whisper back as I put my arms around her
and hug her close. "Let's get dressed and go find a nice brunch
buffet somewhere."

"Do you think they'll have little breakfast sausages?" she
giggles, with a naughty twinkle in her dark eyes.

"Jennifer, you are so bad!" I say lovingly, as I shake my head.
"You are such a bad girl!"

"I know!" she says, as her devilish grin lights up her beautiful
face. "That's why you love me!"

EPILOGUE

We were married seven years and four children ago, and I love her
more everyday. Our lives are great, our sex life is fantastic,
and we couldn't be happier. Sitting next to my computer as I
write this is a little, clear plastic, paperweight that I had
specially made. Inside of it is one small item   a cherry stem
tied in an overhand knot. And Jennifer was right... I don't need
Viagra, I've got her! 


finis