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Long Haulin
by Zwolfen (address withheld)

***

A career truck driver learns new ways to make the 
highways very kinky. (M+F+f+g+, ped, inc, beast, orgy)

***

I've been a long haul truck driver for over thirty 
years. The profession has changed a lot from when I 
started, mainly because of government regulations. The 
days of driving 36-48-72 hour stretches, juiced on 
speed, truck-stop joe coffee and white-line fever doze-
offs are gone. It's a lot harder for the independents 
like myself to compete with the big outfits and make a 
decent living. 

I'm one of the luckier ones in that I managed to save 
enough early in my career to buy my own, new tractor, 
when I was later in my career and could enjoy the 
comforts. It was fresh from the Kenworth factory, fully 
optioned to my specs and I spared no expense taking care 
of it. 

I've been making a decent income by hauling loads that 
aren't considered large enough for the major fleet 
truckers. Or ones that just "need to get there." 

My truck is pretty much my entire estate. I don't have a 
house or even an apartment for a home base, I live out 
of the back sleeper of my cab or truck stop rooms and 
eat in restaurants. The availability of loads dictates 
my schedule. Last year, I worked 320 days and this year 
was starting out in similar fashion. I was on a lot of 
lists of, "someone to call if, " 

It was Monday morning and I was at a regular New Jersey 
stop having breakfast; waiting to get the call that the 
trailer I was supposed to pick up was loaded and ready. 
Ellie, my waitress, came over to re-fill my cup. I've 
known Ellie for a number of years and she's a pal. She'd 
often allow me to stay at her place and do laundry and 
get some real bed time instead of my cab. "Where you 
headed this time, Nathan?" She always calls me by my 
full name instead of just Nat or Nate.

"LaLa Land, El, I'm dropping a load of New York vino and 
hopefully picking up a load of pet food for a haul to 
Florida and then back here with citrus of some sort. Can 
I pick up anything for you?" I always tried to bring 
Ellie back something from my hauls. She never has to buy 
dog food for the monster Great Dane mutt she had, 
"Bandit", she got him as a pup when Burt Reynolds was 
pretendin' to go truckin' in the movies, she thought it 
was cute. I hauled a lot of pet food from coast-to-
coast. Never could figure out why the pets couldn't eat 
the food on their own coasts. But it kept Bandit fed.

"Not this time, Nathan, thanks. Well, if you're not 
gonna dilly-dally getting back from Florida, maybe a 50-
50. But not if it's gonna sit in your fucking cab for a 
week." A 50-50 was a bushel box- half grapefruit and 
half oranges, standard tourist citrus staple but I get 
really nice ones out at the loading dock, for nothing. 
"That one over there says she has a daughter. You be 
safe out there." 

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left my check. I was 
finishing my coffee and making sure I had a good tip for 
Ellie when the woman sat down opposite me in the booth. 
She looked maybe mid twenties and was dressed in jeans 
and a sweater. Ellie was a dyke from way back. 

Female was her choice but she'd fuck truckers just to 
make them cry. Hard workin', hard livin' and lots a hard 
fuckin', woman was a marvel. She liked the youngsters, 
now. The bigger truck stops are loaded with them lookin 
for free rides. But then truckers and their stops are 
just another mini-culture in the big culture and it too, 
is about location, location, location. It's better to be 
fucking in warm weather than fucking in freezing cold. 

Ellie usually had company for me from her ever-rotating 
roster of girls. That was her "side-line". Nobody 
bothered Ellie. She was a great waitress. Staters, 
Sheriffs, Locals, all loved Ellie's coffee and most 
visited her on the "sidelines".

"Hello. My name is Katie and I couldn't help overhearing 
you're heading for LA." 

"Yep,  soon as my load is ready."

"I know you guys don't usually do this but would it be 
possible for me and my daughter to ride part way with 
you? It's starting to get cold. We need some sun." Fleet 
haulers could lose their jobs for giving rides and even 
the independents were wary of picking up hitchhikers or 
civilians. My micro-culture has its "urban legends", You 
don't read a lot about truck hijackings but they happen 
all the time. If you weren't greedy, you could make good 
money haulin' "extras". 

There were also more and more of husband-wife team 
drivers. Even a few with a kid or two. No house 
payments, a micro-culture. I did like company on 
occasions and the gypsy hookers were sometimes amusing. 
They followed the truck routes just like strippers 
followed the club routes. The finances were between the 
two parties. I liked the little ones, just like Ellie. 
We'd had some great threesomes and foursomes. 

"You're right. I don't give rides." Can't be too 
careful. A badge is a badge. She had nice eyes and a 
soft look to her face. Not gorgeous but certainly 
attractive. 

"My daughter just turned thirteen." You could get 
younger but it wasn't as easy as "thirteen". The Mann 
Act is still in the rules but getting harder and harder 
to enforce, dwindling numbers of agents as they're all 
looking for a Bin Laden, not teen-age hookers that love 
their job. Katie looked back at the counter and a tiny 
girl in jeans and jacket walked over and slid into the 
booth. "This is Silvie, say hi, to Mister Nathan, 
honey."

"Hi, Mr..."

"Just Nathan, Nate. Hello, Silvie." The tiny girl looked 
10, not thirteen. She was a pretty little thing with 
large, blue eyes and long, blonde hair. Tiny as she was, 
she had blossoming breasts and had a gleam in her eye 
that looked as if she had a decent I.Q. A lot of the sex 
traffic on the Interstate is just above a live house 
plant in the brain pan department. 

"We'll give you 30% of what we make for as long as you 
carry us. We'll do whatever, whenever for as long as you 
say. Tell him, Sil."

"I lost my cherry at six, I liked it, I'll do anything 
that doesn't leave scars." It was a little weird. I'd 
been pitched before but Sil still looked the part, a 
real baby-like, slut, not some road-weary, wanna-be. "We 
usually ride naked. Saves laundry costs. It's all up to 
you." Sil looked legit, a thirteen-year old girl that 
loved being a ten-year old slut, but she had 30 year old 
street smarts. Always a fun combination. Keeps you alert 
for the night driving. 

Mom looked good enough to let come along. I hadn't 
traveled with a mother/daughter act for a couple years. 
I'd been feelin' the miles more and more of late and one 
little sex toy was usually more than enough for my kink 
needs and both our wallets. If you knew the routine, you 
could pretty much straighten any sort of kink en route. 
If your kinky was exhibitionism, it was easy to get that 
kink taken care of while en route. Flashing was a big 
fad now, wives in trucks and girls in cars. I only 
bothered if I was stuck in some freeway back-up 
standstill. Those could be fun.

Some gals would even get out of their rides and just 
walk among the stopped cars taking requests, and usually 
money. I wasn't into "flash traffic" at 70 mph driving 
100,000 lbs of hard-to-stop-and-turn big rig. The CB and 
cell phone were enough distractions, tunes don't count. 
Hell, you can even get satellite TV. Never miss the Big 
Game while doin the speed limit. I was getting too old 
for all the tech, I just liked my comforts. A nice 
little naked girl is good comfort. 

"If you two can have one bag each, NO EXCEPTIONS, back 
here before I get the call to pick up my load, we'll 
give it a shot." Ellie came over with coffee and a piece 
of pie. Mom and daughter bolted for the back. 

"On me. They look tasty. I haven't seen them before. I 
radioed a couple folk. Sil has a fan club. Hot item. 
Keep me posted. I'm sure I'll want some of her, too." 
Ellie swaggered off as the two returned, each with a 
decent-sized back-pack. They knew how to travel light. 
Our trip started when my cell rang.

The freight yard was five miles from Ellie's place. The 
gals used the time to rustle around in my sleeper-cab 
while I gave them the rules of the road. The first being 
they did what I told them when I told them. That 
included staying in the sleeper with the curtains pulled 
while I hooked up the trailer-load of wine and did the 
paperwork. I had an add-on to the load to fill out the 
whole trailer. It was some special label wine that was 
for an ad campaign. Bottom line, I had to deliver in 
less than six days. No problem, unless there's a 
problem, and there's always some problem. 

It took me two hours to break out onto actual freeways 
and out of commuter traffic. I had about an hour of 
daylight left. Sil, with a little help from her mom, 
remained in the sleeper and gave me a whole family 
history. They were naked before I turned out of the 
yard. It seems Sil's birth Dad is her mom's brother 
Edward.

Sil's dad is her uncle. It didn't all start there. Sil 
and mom proceeded to do the family tree and it was a 
bush, Katie's mom was her older sister, her dad was also 
her grandfather, it just kept going. I quit trying to 
keep whose who after Katie. I was trying to decide if 
the new cargo was going to change my tactics, while the 
family history was a bore, watching little Sil in the 
red light of the cab was distracting. 

After the sun went down, I had on the red night light in 
the cab but below dash, it's good for keeping track of 
stuff in the cab without the white-light overheads. 
Right now, it was allowing me to keep track of Sil as 
she squirmed and crawled around in the sleeper and cab, 
doing her family history and giving me visual aids. She 
was just sliding a fourth finger into her spread, tiny 
bald cunt as she told about her mom being the family 
slut at picnics.

It was a tradition to make sure that there was always 
more than one female of the family that had been fucked, 
and was continuing to be fucked, by every male in the 
family bush. Katie was one of those women. She had lost 
her cherry at six, like Sil, but, unlike Sil, she was 
then fucked by every living male member of the family 
and that has continued ever since. The boys spent a 
weekend with Katie when they turned thirteen. None of 
them were still virgins. 

Most had been fucking since they were six, like their 
sisters. This was for the family history. This was for 
deposits in the DNA Library of the family that was Katie 
and a couple other of the women. Usually, they were a 
generation apart, the oldest being fifty and the 
youngest being twenty. She was one of the "keepers", she 
was one that still carried whatever DNA myth and lore 
this family had. It was all just for sex and it seemed 
the keepers meant they were the breeders. Sil was 
Katie's fourth kid. She looked good for a few more. 

I was only partially paying attention to the history. 
Katie had joined her daughter and was getting fisted by 
Silvie as she licked away at Sil's spread pussy. I 
decided my schedule was to go for as long as I could on 
the first leg. I hadn't done an 18 hour stretch in a 
long time. Barring mishap, after that, I could settle 
back and get in a little sleeper time with the girls. I 
just let Sil continue. When she asked about stopping to 
pee, I told her about the on-board, like an RV, 
chemical. She pissed in Katie's willing mouth instead. 
This trip was going to be different.

Katie's brother, Sil's dad and uncle, lived with his 
other daughter, Sil's little sister but also her niece 
as the mother was Katie's younger sister, Sil's aunt. 
The girl was six and he was just beginning to take her 
around to the family parties. The little girls were 
always popular at the parties and most of them were 
being fucked in the ass and cunt before they turned ten. 
They started sucking cock almost as soon as they stopped 
sucking tit or bottle nipples. 

The boys were well-cared for by the moms and older 
sisters. Grammas loved sucking off the young boys. A lot 
of the grammas were in their fifties, a few in their 
forties, Katie was in her thirties. I lost track of her 
grand-kids. My head was spinning trying to keep up with 
the history and the changing visual stimulus. Sil and 
mom were busy with sex toys and anything else they saw 
in the sleeper. Busy trying to see what they could fit 
in each others' cunts. 

"Whenever you want, I'll drink your piss or suck you 
off. I know how to squirm down between your legs so it 
won't bug your drivin'." Sil had slid up into the 
shotgun seat and was leaning against the door, her tiny 
legs spread wide and her fingers holding open her 
glistening pussy. I had nine more hours before fuel, 
food and fun. The cab was set up with the accessory 
plumbing so I didn't have to stop to piss. It just went 
back into the sleeper toilet. My seat had a flap on the 
front to permit easier access when one needed to piss on 
the fly. But there was no point in pissing up an offer. 
I adjusted the air seat and dropped the flap. 

"Let's give you an audition. I need to take a piss. Be 
careful, " Traffic was holding steady and I slid forward 
in the air-suspension seat. Sil slid down between my 
legs like a little rodent. My cock was out in a few 
seconds and she held it in her mouth. I hadn't pissed in 
anyone's mouth in years. It took a few minutes for me to 
relax and focus and let go my stream of re-cycled joe. 
Sil swallowed every drop. 

"Long as I'm here, why don't you let me suck you off? I 
want to taste your cum." She looked up through the 
steering wheel and licked my cock which was on auto-
pilot and hardened in her mouth. I kept my eyes focused 
on traffic as my cock slid down into Sil's throat. She 
kept it there and let her well-trained throat muscles 
massage it. This time, I didn't need to relax. 

My cock let go as Sil slid slowly up the pulsing shaft, 
my wads shooting down her throat. She milked the last 
globs onto her tongue and swallowed it before sucking 
and licking me clean. I pissed some more to help her 
wash it down. She put me back together and slithered 
back into the sleeper and let her mom suck and lick her 
piss and cum flavored mouth and tongue. She never once 
got tangled up in anything.

Truckers see gals blowing guys in cars. You don't see 
truckers getting sucked off. Little Sil was now 
squatting over her mom's open mouth. Katie swallowed her 
daughter's piss greedily and licked the hairless pussy-
lips clean and shiny. Sil returned to her shotgun post 
and continued with the Family Bush. I tried to keep 
focused.

Sil either had a photographic memory or she was making 
it up as she went along. I have relatives. I know most 
of their names. Nothing like Sil. It was a real cross-
mix. I guess they have the same problem in Utah and 
elsewhere. 

"I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you." I 
looked over at Sil, wondering what she could possibly 
have to tell me that required a disclaimer, hopefully, 
they weren't also serial killers. "I'm actually doing 
'bait' this trip, bait for mom." My look made it clear I 
had no idea what she was talking about. "Every so often, 
one of the younger gals goes out as bait for the moms. 

It helps the family to inject new blood. We go on the 
road with a mom and bring in the guys to fuck her until 
she gets pregnant. Then she goes back to have the kid. 
If she gets pregnant right away, the family will send 
out another mom. A few of our relatives are in other 
parts doing what I'm doing for mom this trip so I want 
you to fuck her as much as you can. Your genes would be 
cool in the family. I was chosen to be a bait slut 
'cause I look so young. The family figured I could do it 
longer. I had a daughter a year ago, grampa was the 
father. Then my tubes were tied. 

My daughter is being groomed to be a Keeper, like mom. I 
let the guys fuck me but they have to cum in mom's cunt. 
When we stop, if you'll let us, I'll set up a fill-up 
for mom." Again she had to explain. "Mom and I will go 
around and gather up a bunch of guys. Then we'll suck 
and let them fuck us but they have to shoot their loads 
in mom's cunt. After we have gotten all their cum, I'll 
put a plug in mom's cum hole for a few hours to make 
sure the seeds have a chance to do their job." It was a 
biology lecture like no other.

My schedule was to stop in four hours. "I'll keep you 
company. Let me know when we're close to the stop. I 
want you to fuck mom before I take her out. Your cum can 
be first." She giggled and went back to her family 
history and playing with her still-damp pussy.

As Sil continued with her story, it seemed as though her 
family was dedicated to one thing, pedophilia. The girls 
were used by all the family members and there was a 
group of them that were actually rented out. Sil 
borrowed my laptop PC and with a few key strokes of the 
wifi connection, pulled up the "members only" website of 
her family. They had an on-line industry going. She 
showed me the pics of all her relatives, I lost track 
very quickly as to whether it was a niece, a cousin or 
even a sister. 

There was one page of just naked little girls that could 
be rented by members of the website. I told Sil not to 
bother with the details. I had too much info as it was. 
The basics were plain enough. For a price, a member 
could rent a little girl for a day or a week-end or even 
a month or more. Sil said there were a lot of the little 
ones that liked to be rented out for sex. It made them 
feel special. 

She showed me the pictures from the website of some of 
the family gatherings. There was a lot of videos as well 
but driving and dirty vids don't mix. The pictures were 
distraction enough. Sil made sure to show only the ones 
with the little girls sucking or being fucked. All her 
nieces and such had done gang-bangs with the male 
members of the family. There were lots of pictures of 
tiny girls covered in cum or holding their mouths open 
for cum shots. Then she pulled up a new one. 

It was a close-up shot of a little girl sucking on a 
purplish, gooey cock. "That's Darla. She sucks dogs." I 
damn near drove off the road. That was one kink I'd only 
heard about, never witnessed. Sil sensed my interest. 
"She isn't the only one. A lot of us do dogs and some of 
the moms even do horses. The guys like to watch us fuck 
and suck animals." I had regained my focus and was just 
listening and looking at the new picture theme Sil was 
bringing up on my PC. Little girls with dog cock in 
their throats, their lips pressed flat by the cock knots 
of the canine fuckers. 

There were pics of little girls being mounted by large 
dogs and moms sucking huge horse cocks and taking cum 
flows like hoses of horse cream in their open mouths. 
"Mom, come on over here and do the pictures, I think 
Nate wants me to suck him." Katie replaced Sil at 
shotgun and slide-show operator as Sil did her squirmy 
thing and had my cock deep in her mouth. I fed her my 
load and she cleaned me up and drank my piss. Then she 
had her mom lick her mouth and lips clean of the stray 
cum globs and piss puddles.

I had two more hours before it was fuel and fun time 
without having to watch for traffic. I hoped I'd be able 
to recover.

***

Having picked up HWY 74 out of Steel-town, I was near 
the end of HWY 44 and then to Hwy 40 and LaLaLand. It 
was time for the 3-f's: fuel, food and fun. I found a 
spot amongst the acre or so of rigs, it was just past 
twilight and the dinner crowd was in and then it was who 
was going to keep going or who was going to stay awhile. 

Sil and mom were interested in the "stay-awhile crowd." 
Sil had Katie already kneeling in the sleeper. I went 
back and she sucked me hard and then guided me into her 
mom's dripping cunt. She cradled my balls in her hand 
and added her tongue to my shaft as Katie fucked my 
cock. I let loose my load and stayed inside Kate's hole. 
I pulled out slowly and Sil licked me clean and sucked 
my piss hole. Katie stuffed a small plug in her cunt. 

I can do all my pit stop chores on the rig with what I 
carry. Everything but the fuel. I usually fuel first and 
then park and take care of the rest. I reversed it this 
time. I told the girls if I wasn't here, I'd be at the 
fuel dock or getting a shower. I got kisses from the 
now-clothed mom and daughter. Sort of clothed. Katie was 
wearing Daisy Dukes that had already gotten lost in her 
crotch and ass. You could see parts of the plug in her 
cunt. The T-shirt had more holes and tears than fabric. 
Sil was in a skirt that was more belt. She had an 
elastic band around her budding tits. I had no idea what 
to expect.

I spent the next thirty minutes checking fluids, air 
pressures, connections and all that crap you have to do 
to keep rubber under you. I usually did my windows last 
and sensed the girls were still out on patrol, I looked 
over at the fuel dock and saw a lull so I idled the rig 
over and proceeded to drain my fuel allowance card. I 
was up on the hood doing the windows when I Sil jumped 
up into the cab and started pointing at spots I'd 
missed. I was about to get her ass out to do it when she 
lifted her skirt and started fingering her cunt. 

I kept at the window and watched. She was able to get 
across that Katie was waiting at the parking spot with a 
bunch of guys. They wanted me to watch. The windows were 
clean enough. I got the last drops stuffed in the tanks 
and idled back to the space that was now being saved by 
about a dozen guys and a couple of gals, I guessed 
girlfriends or wives. 

Sil was on the ground before the brakes quit snorting. I 
secured the rig and went over to the group. Someone 
stuffed a beer in my hand and I saw the focus of the 
crowd. Katie was walking slowly around letting each and 
every, squeeze and finger whatever they wanted. Her 
hands were tracing a path across every bulging crotch. 
Sil popped into the middle and stripped naked. She took 
the claps and whistles and then got everybody quieted 
down. Pretty good crowd management for a naked thirteen 
year old. 

"OK, guys, it's like we told you, mom or I or both will 
suck you or you can fuck us in either hole. The only 
condition is that you have to shoot your loads in mom's 
cunt. If you're fucking her when someone has to shoot, 
pull out and let him in. Mom's cunt is the cum bucket 
tonight. So get out those cocks and let's get started. 
If you can't get it up, move on or go tell your friends. 
We'll keep at it until you guys run out." More whistles 
and applause as cocks appeared. Katie's T-shirt 
disappeared along with her denim thong. Mom and daughter 
were on their knees sucking whatever was put in their 
mouth. It was surprising to me that the crowd was very 
orderly and waited their turn, like merging traffic. 

From somewhere, a table appeared and Katie lay back on 
it to take a cock in her mouth and the first one in her 
cunt. From then on, it was a stream of guys being sucked 
or fucked and making their cum deposit in Katie's cunt. 
Sil was sucking the guys until they were ready to shoot. 
She also had her ass and cunt available for those that 
wanted a ride. The two women, lady drivers it turns out, 
said they'd help Sil suck cocks if she'd let them eat 
her cunt. Sil was more than willing. 

The "Cum Stop" as it was being called, continued as some 
guys stopped by to make their cum deposit and pull out 
on the road. Others lingered around and watched or went 
back for seconds and even a few thirds. "Look at the Ho 
go after that little gal pussy." The Ho was one of the 
lady drivers, known affectionately as The Haulin Ho. Her 
huge tits had been set free and were hanging down, being 
sucked by a couple of guys as she was tongue-lashing 
Sil's well-used asshole and pussy. 

"She'll suck and fuck anything. Last week, she did 
thirty-some guys outside of Des Moines."

The small crowd was fixated on the scene and just sipped 
their beer. "You ever get one of her gum jobs?" The 
question was asked to no one in particular. "Ever since 
her ex knocked out her teeth and she got those plates?, 
she pulls out her teeth and man does she suck cock!" I 
had a sense the "truck stop legends" were about to 
surface. It was plane to see that Sil and her Mom 
weren't legends, not yet. Ellie wasn't wrong, Sil does 
have a fan club and is a hot item. I wondered if she was 
the most popular one of the family bush.

I saw The Ho finish up with Sil and detach her huge 
nipples from the guys sucking them. She sauntered over 
to me making sure her huge tits moved as much as 
possible. As she got close, you could see the shiny cunt 
sauce all over her face. "That sweet little pussy said 
she rode in here with you. Can I suck you off?" 

I didn't drop my beer but somebody dropped theirs. Ho 
grabbed handfuls of tit flesh and pulled at her already 
stretched nipples. "C'mon. I'll give you one of my 
specials." With that, she removed her dentures and 
tucked them in her belt. She went to her knees and after 
my cock. I was stunned at how fast she got my cock 
between her gums. I now had my own little audience 
watching me get a "gummer" from The Ho. I never could 
have gotten hard, let alone off in such circumstances. 
The woman was a "gum artist" and soon took my spurts 
into her throat to applause and whistles and a fresh 
beer for me. 

It was getting late, even for truckers. Sil kissed the 
limp cocks of the few remaining and had them draw straws 
to see who got to piss in Katie's mouth. The guy that 
was talking to "no one in particular" won that honor. 
Katie swallowed away as Sil slowly stuffed a plug into 
the opening of her mom's well-used gene pool. The excess 
cum flowed out around the plug so Sil soaked her hand in 
it. Kate finished her piss drink and Sil had her lick 
the cum cocktail off her hand. She had to do it three 
times before the cum quit oozing out of Katie's swollen 
cunt. 

"We'll meet you back at the rig. Keep a light on." Sil 
and Katie didn't bother to try and dress. What they had 
as clothes had long since been used for wiping off 
cocks. I lost sight of their naked butts and headed back 
to the rig. 

"Your name Nathan?" I stopped and turned to see a guy 
even older than me and a lot more weathered. Ellie was 
the only one that called me Nathan. 

"Nate, yeah." I walked toward the guy. He was totally 
calm. 

"Ellie told me to keep an eye open. This is your first 
time with Sil." It wasn't a question so I didn't answer. 
"Ellie says you're folks so listen up. That family is 
shall we say, connected. Despite all that goes on with 
all of them, they don't get into trouble, at least not 
anything major. They fill a big need out here and if 
you've ever paid for a little 'cab comfort of a youthful 
variety', it was from THAT family. She show you the web 
site?" That was a question but I wasn't sure about the 
answer. 

"Yeah, sort of, we just came off an 18 hour run before 
all the activities. She pulled it up on my laptop and 
showed some pics while I was trying to stay between the 
lines."

"Sil can be distracting but she's learned to keep it 
cool under power. If she showed you the site, then she 
trusts you. Don't fuck it up for yourself and most of 
all, don't fuck it up for everyone else." I got a 
friendly nod and the guy dissolved into the shadows. I 
was trying to figure out how I might fuck "what?" up 
when I got to the rig. The gals had left it neat and 
tidy. I hadn't managed a shower so I shed down and was 
pouring bottled water over me when the girls arrived. 
They were still naked but freshly showered. 

"Don't bother with that. You'll catch cold. Mom and I'll 
give ya a tongue bath. Get in." Sil opened the door and 
pinched my naked butt as I climbed up and into the 
sleeper. My naked riders followed and using a mix of 
water and their tongues, I was tongued and rinsed clean 
in every crack and crevice. 

They shared my cum load and piss before I fell asleep. A 
lot of road warriors have different sleeping habits. If 
they're in their rig for one night, they're rarely ever 
totally zonked. I was vaguely aware of some whispers and 
possible exits and entries. I was comforted that after 
what the mysterious stranger had said, Sil was looking 
out for me. I got some decent sack time.

We hit HWY 40 West just before noon. The girls had found 
enough clothing-like for us to have breakfast inside. We 
didn't have to pay for anything and were warmly received 
and well-wished "rubber side down-never in." Sil 
explained the tire/condom joke to me. It sure as hell 
applied to her mom. 

Sil picked up her audio track as soon as I dialed into 
the traffic flow and settled in on a speed just 
comfortable and smooth. She was my naked shotgun again. 
"Mom has something to show you. OK, mom. Let's see it." 
Naked Katie slid out from the sleeper with a large, 
clear, plastic cup almost full of some sort of 
yellowish-white goo. "Tell him whatcha got there, Ma." 
Sil winked at me.

"This is all the cum and piss and cunt sauce that 
drained out of me when Sil pulled the plug this 
morning."

"And what are you going to do with it, mom?" 

"Drink it down of course! Never waste cum of any kind!" 
She said it like she'd had practice. Katie drained the 
glass down like it was spring water. "Here, Nate. Piss 
in this when you can to rinse it all out for me." Her 
teeth and tongue were caked with sticky sex sauces and 
she was savoring every stringy glob. 

Sil swatted her mom's bare ass and settled her own naked 
self into her spread posture against the door. "When we 
get down the road a piece, mom and I'll do one of our 
flashing routines." I was going over time and distance 
and whether to make it two stops or just one. Two would 
make the run to LA a short one and I'd still be getting 
in a couple days early. My cargo drop was open till 
midnight so I figured this trip would be good for a 
nocturnal arrival into Sin City. My cab was bursting 
with possible sin tax. That would be after all the other 
felonies had been added up. 

"Mom's surely knocked-up after last night. We don't need 
to do another fuel stop for her. We can do whatever you 
want. Want me to get on the radio and arrange it so you 
can watch me and mom do a dog?" I almost broke my neck 
looking over at my naked rider. She looked as though she 
were asking if I "wanted fries with that?".

"You can actually DO THAT? Over the CB? NO! I mean no 
you don't need to arrange for a dog. Really? You could 
do it?"

"Sure." Sil picked up my map case, scanning it in the 
cab's red-light, she then punched some keys on my GPS 
locator. "If you do two, getting us in after dark, stop 
here tomorrow night. I'll have a dog there and mom and I 
will suck and fuck him for you." I had to see if she 
could do it, not the dog, I was pretty sure she could 
and would fuck and suck any dog, making the arranging 
over an open CB network in the middle of the prairie?, I 
had to see that.

Sil still sat with her legs spread as she took my CB 
mic. Mom was back in the sleeper playing with sex toys 
and offering encouragement. "Do it, baby! I'm ready for 
a dog!! I think Nate wants to see me suck and fuck a 
dog."

"Yes, mom. Give me a chance. If you behave, I'll let you 
swallow the dog's load." I just heard a guttural, moan 
from Katie. "Slutty bitch is cumming. I hope she's 
knocked up, I need another Keeper." I was amazed at the 
interaction between Katie and her daughter. Sil was 
clearly the one running things. "Breaker nineteen. 
Nineteen, you out there, Re-tread?" Sil was talking into 
the CB mic. The static and gabbing was drowned out by 
the response. 

"That you ringing my bell, Young 'n Num? What you doing 
out here in the flat-lands?" 

"Just to say 'Hi' to you, big guy. Katie's with me. 
Let's go Code K." I had no idea what Sil was talking 
about, to I assume, whoever Re-Tread is. He had a shit-
kicken, CB transmitter. But it was the plains, not the 
Rockies. 

"Mischief afoot, babygirl? Thirty and counting. Out." 
The static and multiple "breaks" returned and Sil winked 
at me as she watched one of the many digital clocks in 
the cab. What happened next I saw and heard and even 
after she sorta' explained to me later, I still don't 
really know how she did it. 

I saw her move up and down the CB channel range, most 
were quiet but she wasn't on any of them for more than a 
minute before moving on, speaking into the mic. mostly 
numbers. She'd say some numbers, get a "roger" from who 
I was still assuming was Re-Tread, then switch to 
another channel and mostly more numbers and roger. That 
went on for about ten minutes. I almost quit listening 
until Katie squealed from the back to, "Say Hi, for me, 
babygirl." 

"I think the slut is finally knocked-up. She says 'Hi', 
Nineteen." Sil got her "roger" and was back on Channel 
19. 

"Breaker", Re-Tread boomed out over the chatter, "Travel 
safe, babygirl. Stop by sometime. Tread, out." Sil 
hooked the mic.

"All set. Hey, bitch!" Sil was back to both hands doing 
her own body-work as she snarled at her mom. "Your 
favorite, Rattler." I heard another lengthy moan from 
the sleeper. Sil put her tiny, bare foot on my hip. 
"Actually, his name is Diamondback." I was still hashing 
Re-Tread. "The baseball team? You don't like baseball?" 

"We're in Oklahoma." I was so clogged with questions, I 
was mute. 

"Tomorrow, we'll be in Arizona. That's where mom and I 
are going to suck and fuck Rattler, Diamondback, for 
you. He's a really huge dog, supposed to have some wolf 
in him, sure has a nice cock. He'll be at my niece's, 
Becky, HEY SLUT! We'll be at Becky's for your show." I 
heard another moan and was trying to figure out all the 
who, what, where, how. I thought I was pretty sure about 
"when".

"You arranged all this with that number stuff?" I got a 
giggle.

"Yeah, well, me and Re-Tread. He's in a wheelchair and 
part of the extended family. Killer radio and antennae. 
One of us will go vast every couple weeks and stay for a 
few days. Clean the place some, cook, mostly suck and 
fuck him. He likes watching, too. He lives away out and 
if we need a place to put one of the kids, we park them 
at his place. Guy's a real charmer but kinky. Mom did a 
horse for him about six months ago. The guy's really 
sweet and can sure fuck. He's had a lot of surgical 
stuff done and it keeps his dick hard. It's his dick but 
he uses a controller to make it work. Last year, he got 
this bag-thing. He plugs it into his plumbing and he can 
shoot, like cum. Neat thing? 

"You can put whatever you want in the bag as long as it 
has the right flow rate shit. He has whatever gal is 
with him suck off whatever critters are available and he 
saves the spunk. He calls it his 'critter cocktail'. Not 
many get to go to his farm. He usually sets up the show 
closer to the freeway, old parking lot or whatever, the 
slut back there has the record for a crowd, it was with 
Rattler, Twenty-seven , eight women and two kids among 
'em. Mom sucked off Rattler and made sure they all got a 
good look at his load in her mouth before she gulped it 
down. Then they all did her, even the women and the 
kids. She was covered in sweat, cum and piss when she 
sucked Rattler hard and took him in her cunt and 
asshole. 

"Rattler was done but she stayed until no one was left." 
I heard another long moan from the sleeper. "Re-Tread 
and the family have a roster of eight dogs within about 
a 500 mile radius. Dogs will get bought, usually by some 
trucker's girlfriend or wife. There's a little clan of 
couple-operators. The thing they have in common?, 
little, yapping lap-rat dogs. Yeeech! Not just the old 
gals, some of the younger gals like those damn things. I 
know they're small and you can box train them and shit, 
I don't care." My confused expression wasn't missed by 
Sil. "Those lap-rats are almost ALWAYS males. More than 
a few of those cunts suck off their little doggies for 
their men, and sometimes others." 

I got a wink with the moan from the back. "That slut can 
grind and cum all-night. You want to piss?" Before I 
could answer, Sil had assumed her station between my 
legs. She kept my cock on her tongue after she swallowed 
all my piss. Her tongue action had me hard in minutes 
and cumming in her throat a few minutes after that. 

Sil noisily swallowing my cum and tongue-washing my cock 
and balls got another moan from the sleeper. "Be right 
back. I gotta fuck her or she'll go on all night. Sil 
made sure I was all secured and crawled back into the 
sleeper cab, adjusting my mirrors so I could watch. With 
the white light on in the sleeper, it was like the sun 
shining down in contrast to the night and the red light 
in the cab. Glancing back and forth sort of defeated the 
purpose of the red light. I dialed in on the road as Sil 
and her mom were shoving a huge, two-headed cock in each 
other. I pulled the curtain to get rid of the light. 

It took me a few seconds to get back from wherever my 
head had been for the last few hundred miles. Me and the 
rig had both been on cruise control and I hadn't noticed 
that Sil was back at shotgun. The sleeper was dark and 
the curtain drawn. Mom must have finally dozed off. "I 
didn't want to disturb you. You were somewhere else. I 
finally drugged the slut." My wide eyes got a giggle. 
"OTC. Couple snoozers. She'll be nice and ready for 
Rattler. You know I can drive?" I looked at my naked 
tiny, 13 year old shotgun and figured it would be iffy 
as to whether she could reach the pedals in anything but 
some econo-toy. "I mean a rig, well, not really drive, 
shift and pedals and all that, I steer really good." 

"You can steer a rig?" This wasn't like watching some CB 
magic.

"Yup. No bull. You wanna try something? Hardly any cars 
and sunrise is always neat. I'll sit on your lap and you 
let me show you how good a steerer I am. If I pass, you 
let me do it with your cock in my butt." Sil was licking 
her fingers, fresh from her cunt. I didn't have to shift 
much to make room for the tiny girl. She was a good 
steerer. It wasn't long and she was checking her mirrors 
and grinding her tiny butt on my cock. I flicked off all 
interior lights after she freed up my dick. She squatted 
her asshole down on my aching hard-on. She not only was 
steering good, she was ass-fucking my cock, using the 
same wheel for added leverage. Her knees were drawn up 
on each side of the wheel as she pivoted around on my 
cock. I managed to keep the pedals working.

I managed to hold back filling her ass with cream by 
watching her steer. She WAS good. We had been docked for 
about fifty miles when my cock shrank in a second. Sil 
took an exit without warning me. It was about an hour 
shy of sunrise and we were about it on the road. "OK, 
OK, I've done this. You do the gears and pedals. We stop 
at the sign and then right for two blocks. I can steer." 

I sorta had to, so I started banging down gears and 
teasing the brakes. My shotgun turned steerer reeled the 
wheel around the right turn with ease after the stop and 
I went back up through the gears before doing it all 
over again a couple more times so Sil could pull into a 
small, fuel station. I had over half a tank and these 
places had to charge more to stay alive. It's OK for the 
5 gal or so get-by, not necessarily for 100 or more 
gallons. 

"Stop at the pumps. Gotta say hi and give my uncle some 
trade. C'mon in, mom is snoring. You'll like my niece. 
She just turned five last week. I need to give her a 
present and you're it."
 
Sil was off my cock and out of the truck before I was 
sure we were completely stopped. Still naked, she 
sauntered inside the weary looking store. I was amazed 
at the older pumps. Mainly that they still worked. Just 
as good, not as fast. I topped to the lips and sealed 
the caps. Old habits had me starting to do the rest of 
my pit stop ritual when I heard the door to the store 
bang.

I looked over and there was a tiny, naked little girl in 
a pair of flip flops walking toward me. Without a word, 
she walked up, took my hand and walked me back to the 
store. I was pretty sure the truck being left where it 
was no problem and followed my little guide. Her butt 
would fit in my palm. Inside, my eyes adjusted to the 
growing sunlight and the haze and dust in the air. I was 
half right. It was part meager store and a two-booth, 6-
stool counter grill / fountain, a Post-War, Pre-Freeway, 
truck stop. Not many left. My guide led me to a booth 
and there were two women sitting next to each other.

The other booth had four local guys and the counter was 
also full to capacity. There was no sign of Sil and no 
one said a thing about the naked little girl holding a 
strange man's hand. She crawled up into the booth, 
showing me her little cunt and ass. She settled in and a 
waitress brought a cup for me and the coffee pot. The 
women got refills and I got a cup of joe while my 
little, naked guide was given a two-scoops of ice cream.

"You're food will be out in a minute. Sil is finishing 
up in back." The waitress turned and went in the 
kitchen. I looked at my booth mates and wondered what 
the food I hadn't ordered would be, not so much good or 
bad, breakfast, lunch or dinner.? The rising sun hit the 
one sorta clean window. Breakfast-like was the logical 
guess. 

"You brought Sil and her mom here. That means you're OK. 
That's my daughter, you can fuck her when you want. 
Everyone in the place 'ceptin you is kin. Sil doesn't 
get to stop by much. We miss her. She'll suck-off every 
guy in here at least twice and do her piss thing. You 
know how she is. She said it was up to you if y'all be 
headen' out after, no need to rush. You can stay a 
night. You'll make the Rattler show easy." 

My meat and eggs with ample fried spuds arrived with 
more joe. I wasn't positive about the meat but it was 
good pork, if it wasn't pork? It was still breakfast. 
"We'd like to use Katie for awhile, It's been a long 
time." 

The woman nodded at the tiny girl as she finished up her 
ice cream. Wiping her hands on her bare pussy, she 
easily slid under the table and proceeded to take charge 
of my hard-on with both tiny hands and tiny mouth. "Cum 
in her mouth. Then you can fuck her other holes while we 
watch Sil suck off the guys at the counter."

The woman and her as-yet mute booth mate pulled open 
their dresses, scooping out their ample tits. I didn't 
see Sil come out from the kitchen but she caught my eye 
and I looked at her. She rubbed her juicy cunt and 
nodded before crawling under the other booth with the 
four locals. I guess we'd be staying a night. 

"When we heard you was commin', we were able to have 
some of our other folks come in and say 'hey' to Sil and 
Katie. My cock was somehow going completely down my 
little five-years old throat and being held there. 
"She's really getting good, I got her started but she's 
a natural sucker. Fill her mouth, she loves her cock 
cream. Since y'all are gonna be stayin over, wanna get a 
shower?" Don't you worry, we'll let Kate sleep until the 
rest get here. No point her missing sleep waiting for 
the stragglers. Aunt Kate always likes large crowds. 

"I'm Harriet, Harry, this is Andrea, Andy. That's Teri 
sucking your cock." It was like any other small town 
diner chat except for, two little girls, one not even 
ten, naked and sucking cocks in a public place. I 
launched my cum globs into her mouth and she ate all her 
food like a good girl, cleaning her plate before 
climbing up into mute-Andy's lap and sucking on a huge 
tit and nipple. 

"Andy's our dairy queen. Her tits keep making milk even 
though her youngest girl is ten. The doc said it was 
because we keep sucking her. We put the extra in bottles 
'cause some of the guys like it their coffee. C'mon, 
Andy will join us when lil Teri gets through sucking her 
milk tits.

***

I followed Harry toward the back of the store. I got a 
wink from Sil when I passed her booth. She was on her 
knees, under the table with a thick, long, cock swelling 
her thirteen year old throat. Her face and tits were 
shiny from previous cock loads. Harry led me to a tiled 
shower room and stripped off her dress and shoes, 
turning on three of the six nozzles in the room. 

The steam quickly started filling the room and the hot 
water felt great as Harry washed me down with a brush, 
sponge and herbal soap. Naked Andy joined us. Her 
nipples were dripping milk. Harry sudsed her all over 
and then she started rubbing all over me while Harry 
sudsed herself and soon I was worried about those lethal 
falls in the bathroom- even sandwiched between Harry and 
Andy's massive tits as they made sure my crotch was 
clean, again. 

"Hey, save some of that guy for me. I brung him." Naked 
Sil joined our soap sex bubble. "Since we don't gotta be 
outta here until ten or so in the A. of M., some of the 
guys want me and a couple others to pose for still pics. 
We'll make Rattler's thing in plenty of time. You wanna 
move the rig around back or do you want me to do it?" I 
swatted Sil's smart ass and rinsed off as the tit duo 
focused on lil Sil. 

They almost made her disappear in soapy tit flesh. 
"Hurry back. These cunts will smother me. Check and make 
sure mom is still fucking out back." I was doing map 
work in my head and Sil was dead-right about our last 
stop before the short haul to L.A.

Dried and dressed, I went out through the store/diner. 
There was a gathering of people of varying ages and 
varying types of dress. A few little girls were buck 
naked. I got smiles, waves and "Howdy's" as I went out 
to the rig. It was unlocked. I don't do that. I had my 
keys but Sil had had them too. Now what? I did a check 
and no one in the sleeper. The seat adjusted to my pre-
set and then it hit me. The seat was closer and higher. 
After our arrival with my cock in Sil's asshole, it 
should have been farther and lower. 

Everything fired up and the gauges and lights all 
worked. GPS said we were where we'd been so I guess it 
wasn't a time warp. We'd stopped to say "Hi" and "give 
some trade" nine hours ago. I eased the rig around to 
the back and was met with a naked teen waving at me, 
giving directions. I nodded at her and slowed to slug 
pace. Hadn't been in that low a gear all trip. The sexy 
teen hopped up on the running board and stuck her 
freckled-face in my window, one hand on the mirror 
bracket. She had close-cropped, almost burr cut, red 
hair and it was natural. Her red pussy fuzz was like a 
stop-light in the setting sun. 

"Hi. You're Nate. I'm Match. Pull out and around the 
rusty pick-up and circle back around to the door. That 
way y'all be pointed right in the morning. Sil's my 
aunt. I was twelve last month." I sped up to take a 
little of the load off the steering as I did a large 360 
with the rig. 

"Match?"

"Yeah. Actually Margarite but cuzza' my hair, my brother 
said I looked like a lit match and it sorta stuck. 
That's it, just pull right up to that table." I hadn't 
noticed the small, wood table until Match pointed at it. 
Sil's mom, Katie, was still fucking. She was on her back 
and some guy, his pants at his ankles, was plowing into 
her. 

"Aunt Kate is sure a good Keeper. She fucks everybody. 
Heard she might be preggers, that true? Hope so. Me and 
mom get to go out next." I didn't answer as I eased up 
and then loaded down the brakes with their sigh. Match 
hopped off and opened the door for me, sticking out her 
pale belly and pussy. "See, Red and natural. Go ahead, 
it's really soft. She took my hand and pulled it to her 
fiery fuzz. 

It was bunny-ear, soft. She squatted and spread her 
legs, taking my finger and guiding it into her slippery 
cunt. I didn't have to do anything. She started fucking 
up and down on my finger while holding my wrist. I did 
do something and began to rub my thumb on her clit nub 
that was sticking out from the fire-pit of her wet cunt. 
"Gawd that feels good!! Put more fingers in me."

I like to honor requests and slid all but my clit-
massaging thumb into her cunt. Match just groaned and 
increased her squatting tempo. I could be a kinky health 
club machine except my arm was getting tired. Match's 
greedy cunt didn't have power-assist but her legs were 
like shocks on a rutted road. Katie was taking on 
another guy as the previous one grinned at me and went 
inside. This one was leaning her over the table and 
swatting her ass while he fucked her. Her ass-cheeks 
were reddening up nicely. I was vaguely aware of the 
door open behind me, figuring it to be Katie's last, 
eager depositor. It wasn't. 

"MATCH!!!" I almost broke my wrist trying to turn and 
free-up my fingers. Match wasn't helping. "You red-
headed, cunt! Let him be, he just cleaned-up and needs 
to have some supper. Go find that baby sister of yours 
and make sure you both are cleaned up for the pictures. 
Now beat it you little red, fuck hole! Still dripping 
wet and naked Sil wasn't really mad. She set me free and 
held up my fingers. 

"Taste her. She's always yummy." I already knew and 
savored the sopping juice. Sil gave Match a tonsil-
search with her tongue and a hard swat on the butt. 
"CLEAN! And no gum!!!" Match disappeared behind the rig. 
"C'mon. You need food. I have a surprise for later in 
case you get bored while I do the picture thingee." 

I was led back inside and out to a booth in the diner. 
"One special back there. Make it right." Still naked and 
now dripping on the table and floor, Sil kissed me. 
"Gotta dry and get ready. Eat." I watched her saucy ass 
swagger back for a towel. I was just realizing that 
while I thought things looked the same as when I went 
out to move the rig, it wasn't. A woman with an apron 
set a beer on the table. The apron was her only garb and 
her tits while generous, had a firmish wiggle to them.

"I'm Sil's cuzzin. Thanks for letting Sil come and 
visit. It livens things up a bit. Match is my daughter, 
and little sister. I'll get your supper." I watched her 
large butt, Jell-O wiggle to the kitchen. Little wasn't 
needed, Mom/sis was thirty if a day. She returned 
without the apron and with a tray. Her cunt was smooth 
with low-hanging outter lips that waddled when she 
walked. She managed to keep her hanging tits out of my 
food as she served up The Special. 

"Holler if you need anything else. I gotta let Martie 
fuck my butt or he won't cook anymore. I just sucked-off 
the dishwasher. The food's good." Cuz Jell-O'd and 
waddled back to the kitchen, I didn't know if I needed 
anything else as I wasn't sure what I had. There was a 
fresh-looking salad and a dressing servor. The plate was 
a mound of something with a layer of probably reddish-
brown gravy. I was close. It was some of the best gravy 
I'd ever tasted, hiding really good meat that I only 
knew what it wasn't and mashed spuds. The bread was 
homemade and fresh. 

I took my time with the excellent grub. The dishwasher 
wasn't going to earn his blowjob washing my plates. 
Naked Cuz returned as I was mopping up the last of the 
gravy with the last of the bread. She had a beer in one 
hand and a tiny, naked girl in the other. "This is 
babygirl. She's four. When you're done, she'll take you 
to the back. Liked the food didya'? There's plenty 
more." Babygirl crawled up and across my lap and sat on 
the bench with her feet up and her doll-like legs spread 
open. 

"It was great. I'm stuffed. The gravy was amazing. I 
thought I knew most such stuff. What was the meat?" I 
got a wink and an actual blush.

"Thanks. These guys just usually wolf down what gets put 
on the table and don't say a fuckin' word. It's venison. 
Fresh. Deer. Small, Black-tailed buck. Now babygirl. Let 
the man be for now. Let his food settle. Like coffee and 
some pie.? Homemade." I just nodded as I was looking at 
a tiny girl rubbing her little pussy slit with her 
fingers, alternating sucking the tips and then barely 
pushing them between the tiny lips of the baby pussy. 
"She's my baby-sister."

I knew she meant baby AND sister. "She's cute, isn't 
she!" It wasn't a question." I let my babies start out 
themselves. They suck cocks and swallow cum but my baby 
cherries don't get popped until they can put three of 
their own fingers in their baby cunts. Lotta the bitches 
don't want to wait so they pop them with toys or their 
own fingers. Not this bitch cunt, my baby cherries are 
the best. I'll get you that pie. Sil said you'd like the 
special pie." 

It's hard not to stare at a four-year old, naked and 
lewdly spread, girl as she experiments with 
masturbating. I was trying to not do it and figure out 
what was different in the diner when I saw it was more 
people. The booths were full and some little ones were 
even kneeling on the floor. 

More were standing in the aisles back in the store. They 
were maintaining the shirts/skins theme. All the little 
ones were naked. There were ample tits being displayed 
singly and in pairs. More smiles, waves and nods as 
Cuz/sis came back with a covered dish and some sort of 
wood thing. She put down the dish and set the wood thing 
in front of me on the table.

"C'mon babygirl, time for pie." I watched as four year 
old babygirl climbed on the table, stood up and stepped 
over to straddle and then sit down on the wooden thing. 
"An old uncle of mine made this when he saw my dad after 
he hurt his back. Dad loved to lick the little ones. 
He'd do it for hours, one after the other. He was coming 
back from Seattle and lost his rig on ice and ended up 
fucking up his back. He couldn't drive anymore and he 
couldn't be fixed. 

He learned to adjust and was still a great fuck but it 
wasn't easy to fix him so he could eat little pussy. Sil 
was the first one to add the pie." As she fiddled with 
the dish and babygirl resumed fiddling with her 
babyslit, I saw the whole picture. Dad must not have 
been able to lean very far forward or tilt his head 
forward much either. The wooden thing was actually a 
elegantly crafted, specialty tool. Babygirl's heels were 
on the edge of the table because her tiny doll legs were 
spread and drawn up to the wooden thing. It was a shaped 
and designed so that her baby slit was raised and thrust 
forward to within about an inch of my mouth. A wooden 
pussy pillow. 

"That's how dad used it. This is the way we do it for 
pie, here." Babygirl raised up so Cuz/sis could slide 
the pillow back a bit. Babygirl sat back down but 
further back. The small of back was supported by the 
pillow shape so her spread slit was ready for me to lean 
forward and eat. Cuz produced a paper bib like for 
seafood and tied it around my neck. "Can't have you get 
pie on your clean shirt." 

Babygirl's babyslit was being served for dessert. Cuz 
uncovered the dish and showed it to me. "Home-made 
cherry cobbler. Just warm, can't have it too hot for 
babygirl a la modie" Cuz/sis handed babygirl a spoon and 
held the dish. Truckers are experts on pie. We had a 
focused audience. 

Babygirl took the spoon and fed herself a small dollop 
of ice cream, then me, then she put a dollop right above 
her tiny pussy slit. My tongue didn't let any melt past 
her baby-clit spot. Babygirl proceeded to feed me all 
the cherry filling of the pie off of her pussy, a bit at 
a time. She ate all the flakey crust while I licked, her 
pussy, her mouth and my tongue shared the ice cream. 

The firmer cherries she would push between her tiny, 
smooth lips with the spoon. My tongue was up to the 
chase. I managed some glances as she was placing my next 
bit. Cuz/Mom/Sis was using her free hand to assault her 
own nipples and cunt. Others were either masturbating 
and watching or just sucking and fucking and watching. 
Cuz/Sis/Mom kept a low, "monologue" to Babygirl. 

"That's Sissymom's good, Babygirl. Doesn't that tongue 
feel good? It won't be long and you'll be getting loads 
of creamy, sweet cum filling your baby cunt. Then 
Sissymom can lick it out of her sweet baby's filled 
pussy while you suck and swallow more for us. That's 
Sissymom's good, little slutbaby." Baygirl was grinding 
her cherry-covered pussy on my tongue and lips as I 
tried to keep my tongue firm and not drip cherry syrup 
all over. 

My dessert platter was almost finished and my only 
problem was a throbbing cock. I had no doubts about it 
being taken care of, I just was playing Sil's game and 
it was her move. I had finished my dinner and not one 
drop of my dessert cherry juice got on the wood thing. 
My wood thing was getting close to petrified when 
Babygirl stood up. Cuzz/Sis/Mom had produced a bowl of 
warm water and cloth to "freshen up her sweet little 
babyslut's sugar pussy." 

"Babygirl will take you back to watch Sil. You can get 
this taken care of whenever and by, anyone and however." 
One hand held my wood-pile and the other waved at our 
audience. "Make sure you stay in touch. I think you're 
perfect for Babygirl's cherry. I'll save it for you." I 
got a wink and squeeze. Babygirl took my hand and led 
towards the back. I couldn't imagine where this so-
called pic shoot was going to be. Tiled shower walls 
aren't good with flash cameras. Most all truckers, long-
haul today-tripper, carry digital cameras. 

The big fleets supply them but most have their own as 
well. I had one. You get in some sort of an "OH FUCK!" 
situation and in addition to accident reports and 
licenses, you take pictures. You either download and e-
mail from your rig and laptop or just drop the storage 
card into a pre-addressed, PPD mailer and find a 
mailbox. The insurance companies and legal departments 
have copies before the paper stuff is even stamped 
"REC'D" at the station house. 

Babygirl led me right out the back door. Katie's wooden 
fuck table was now lit by clamp-on work lights. Sil, 
Match and I guess Match's lil sis were naked and posing 
on its top. Babygirl walked me slowly through the circle 
of about twenty people, most snapping away and not 
bothering to look anywhere but at their view screen and 
fire away. I was spotted near the table as Sil and Match 
got down, leaving Match's little sister alone with her 
tiny legs spread wide and her tiny fingers trying to 
spread her kitty. 

"That's it little girl, spread your tiny kitty for 
daddy." snap, snap, snap. Sil and Match lifted Babygirl 
up on the table and she immediately lay beside the other 
girl and assumed the same routine, legs spread, over her 
partner's, and fingers busy. Babygirl got more requests 
as she could get her tiny fingers farther into her kitty 
than the other girl. Sil and Match took up station on 
either side of me, watching the girls.

"That's Bic. Match's sister and niece, she's also my 
niece." I got a hip-nudge from both sides as we watched 
the tiny girls trying to answer requests. "Get it? 
Match- Bic? Lighter?" I swatted Sil's tiny butt HARD! 
Match was too quick. I whiffed. "That's good, babies. 
Lick each others' kitties for daddy. Move your hair baby 
so daddy can see better." snap, snap, snap. "Put your 
fingers in her kitty, honey. Daddy wants to see you lick 
your fingers. That's it, a little farther." snap snap 
snap

"I'll pull the plug on this in a few minutes. These guys 
musta taken 1000 pics. How was supper?" I got nudges but 
this time I hit a double. Match squealed. "I send the 
cam cards to Re-Tread. He sorts 'em and feeds the 
website. We got a section, "U-TOOKEM" for the members. 
Let Match play with your cock. I gotta get these guys 
finished up. Most of 'em are outta here in the morning 
away afore us." 

Before Sil finished talking, Match was undoing my belt 
and pants. "You can play with him but if he cums, I'll 
stuff that fire-pit cunt of yours with poison ivy like 
last time." That mental image took a little wood off the 
log. "He needs that load for , just don't let him come." 
Sil walked over to an electrical panel and flipped a 
switch. Match was using her finger tip on my piss-hole 
seepage as the lights blinked off and on. "Ok guys, 
that's a wrap. The cards, please and there's plenty of 
willing holes for your pegs inside. Easy on the little 
ones, like always. Drive safe if I don't see ya and keep 
your ears open. 

Remember, the winning pic this month gets a free week-
end at Ma and Pa's. The joking and such went on until 
the last of the guys had gone back inside. "MATCH!" I 
was trying not to pay attention to keep from sapping the 
log and when I looked down, I saw Match's blazing hair 
as she was about to take my log into her mouth. "STOP 
IT! Go get the girls ready and make it quick." Match got 
a butt swat and with the little ones, scampered back 
inside. Sil did up my pants and belt, leaving my wood to 
weather. "Let's walk a little, I need to stretch." She 
took my hand and we headed into the dimness. 

"The history says this all started during WW1. There was 
a shortage of men in some parts of the country. Ma and 
Pa had a diner and motel on a well-traveled truck route. 
Doughboys and truckers came and went. Ma started using 
the rooms for sex. She was fair with the whores and paid 
good for wartime. It didn't take long for the gals 
around there to figure it out. Pa was sorta old-
fashioned and made it so a gal had to fuck and suck him 
before they could work there. 

Then it got to where a lot of moms whose hubbies had 
been killed needed money. Ma had a bunch of the locals 
build her a place where she let the kids play while mom 
fucked and sucked for money. Then Pa started making the 
mom's give up their daughters. He kept demanding to do 
younger and younger girls. Ma didn't care. It kept him 
busy so she could run the place."

"The war ended and things changed some. There was more 
men and more traffic. Ma kept expanding and then the 
babies started coming. Pa's babies. All the other males 
had to wear some kind of rubber. They weren't very good 
but it didn't take long for it to show that Pa was the 
father of these babies. Ma went to work and took care of 
it all. It just kept growing and Ma had to start buying 
more land. 

"She was the smart one and after WW2 and they started 
the freeway thing, she had her trucker boys start rumors 
about the freeway goin' right over her place. Prices 
soared and she sold and bought a foreclosed farm in 
Alabama. It had a lot of land, trees and out-buildings. 
It's now Ma and Pa's Place-Invite Only and that's how it 
all started and how us all got here and are all family. 
The boys become drivers and go on the road and the women 
take care of the rest. 

"I wanted you to know. I've fucked and sucked all 
twenty-seven of my brothers, most of them a LOT. I guess 
someone has traced a lot of us back to the first Pa. Me 
and Mom are supposed to be direct. Oh. Mom will probably 
be fucking and sucking all night. I'm solid that the 
slut is pregnant. We put 'em on the farm and let them 
suck and fuck until they get too fat. Ready for your 
surprise?"

We had walked for about thirty minutes as Sil gave me 
the history lesson. The little thirteen year old adult 
had been gently playing with my cock the whole time, 
mostly her finger tips and nails. She had my arm over 
her shoulder, holding my hand as I played with her tiny, 
hard nipple and budding tit. "Its inside. Go ahead. I'm 
gonna go square shit away so we can be ready in the 
morning. " She opened the door and I knew in a heartbeat 
that something was afoot as I climbed up into the cab. 
"Thanks for letten' us ride along, Nate." Sil closed the 
door. 

I knew before I heard the giggles that I wasn't alone. 
The cab smelled like a field of dew-fresh flowers. I 
flipped the light toggle for the sleeper and looked 
back. Babygirl and Bic were side-by-side, naked, on 
their knees facing me. Babygirl handed me a slip of 
paper as she giggled again. The girls were rubbing their 
little slits like most girls might play with their gum.

"Only one thing better than an eight year old-two four 
year olds. Two extra cherries for you- Thanks." It 
wasn't signed but it was Sil's printing. She wasn't 
thirteen, she was a midget, a little person. I got in 
back and the girls helped me get undressed. My wood was 
back and I wasn't sure if I could even last long enough 
to have a cherry, let alone two. 

The tiny girls had been coached. I was maneuvered on my 
back. Babygirl was able to crouch across my wood much 
like she had the other wood thing at dessert. Bic had 
her tiny butt facing me as she helped Babygirl squat 
down on my cock. I was stunned at how slippery she was. 
Tight and slick until she stopped. I felt her fruit and 
she took a breath and dropped down, taking my wood into 
her cherry bowl right through the cherry stone and 
beyond. 

I felt her quiver and squirm and I tried not to move, or 
cum. In a few minutes, she slowly started to slip up and 
down on my wood and it wasn't long before Bic didn't 
have to hold my cock for her. So Bic straddled my face 
and using her little fingers like when she was posing, 
tried to spread her sweet slit for me as she met my 
tongue.

I was barely able to hear them as they were whispering, 
"YES daddy. More daddy. Lick my kitty , daddy. Fuck my 
kitty, daddy." Daddy's wood erupted in Babygirl's tight, 
fresh hole. She moaned as I released spurt after spurt 
from way down in the roots. Babygirl sat firmly on my 
log and squirmed. I could feel little spasms in her 
cherry bowl. 

Bic moved off my mouth as Babygirl slowly eased off my 
cock. I looked down and saw a little red cherry juice 
running for her bowl. Her mouth was on my wood, sucking 
and licking it clean of all the juice and sap while Bic 
licked and sucked the same mixture from Babygirl's bowl 
in a lot larger amount. 

It took Babygirl about ten minutes to add another log to 
the load. The other cherry bowl took her place and the 
whole thing started again. Bic was a lot more active. 
Match had been coaching her for sure. Bic sucked me 
clean of her juices and my cum as Babygirl returned the 
bowl cleaning favor. I thought I was delirious, hearing 
a knock on the cab door. 

"Don't ya mind me, Sil said I should look in on you." A 
thin, blonde gal was climbing into the cab on the 
shotgun side. I hit the red-light switch for the cab. 
Our visitor was mid-teens, looking. I'd guessed wrong on 
ages ever since I finished my pie at Ellie's. "Auntie 
Sil wants you two youngins' to scoot if you're done. 
This nice man has to drive tomorrow." My cherry bowls 
each gave my cock a kiss and a whispered "thank-you" and 
climbed down out of the cab. "See Auntie Sil and then 
straight to bed." My remaining guest was looking around 
the rig and playing with a tie on her halter-top. 

"Sil told me to scoot them off. If you wanna cum or 
piss," she pointed at her mouth and barely-covered 
crotch. I was trying to square away the sleeper. I was 
ready for comatose, not cum. "Here, you sit up here and 
let me do that." We swapped places and she had the place 
neat and fit in minutes. It helps when you're under 5' 
5" tall. "Can I stay until you fall asleep? Sil's inside 
if you want her."

I was being "tucked-in" and I didn't care. My cock was 
resting in her mouth when my eyes stayed closed. 

***

"You got one hour to shower, shit, shave and eat. Then 
this rig is heading West!" Awake and finally focused 
enough, I squinted at Sil standing in the cab, a foot on 
each seat, hands on her hips and stooped over to not 
bonk her noggin'. "How'd ya like the cherries jubilee? 
Been a long time since anyone got a double portion. Go 
shower, mom's in there. There's about twenty, hot cunt 
women in there that want to fuck and suck you. She'll 
protect you. Time's a Rattlin'. " I threw some sex toy 
at Sil. She laughed and gave me a reminder for our next 
stop. "woof woof." 

Between Sil and her mom, we managed to exit sorta on-
time. I was doing a time-table in my head as I aimed the 
rig to LaLa Land. "You wanted to pull in around 10P to 
drop your load." My naked shotgun was crawling up into 
the cab. "It's four hours from where mom and me will be 
suckin' and fuckin' that mutt's cock." I re-did my time-
table. "I'll make sure we leave in plenty of time. 
You've done enough."

I looked over and Sil was doing her spread-legged pussy 
road show. You needed a road show program to keep track 
of it all. She was driving me crazy attempting to 
explain who was who back at her Uncle's. How would I 
know if she were just making it all up? It was a complex 
family. She spent almost an hour trying to explain how, 
when mom had my kid, I would then fit into the "Family 
Bush". My kid would be Sil's half-sister and I would be 
Sil's step-dad. I got that part, then she lost me. The 
"Family Bush" didn't use "step" or "half" and all that. 

Sil would be my daughter and she'd have another sister, 
to go with her twenty-seven and apparently counting, 
sisters and brothers. I would be a relative of some sort 
to a whole lot of people but I would also be Sil's 
Daddy. She giggled at that. I finally had to tell her to 
drink my piss to shut her up. Sil did her squirming and 
got my cock out. She made it last by squeezing my dick 
and taking big mouthfuls to swallow one at a time, 
leaving my cock out when she crawled back up onto the 
seat. I only hoped we were close to the Exit as she 
moved over to suck me hard. I knew what she was trying 
to get me UP.

Sil steered for the next eight miles with my cock buried 
in her asshole before we hit the Exit. I wasn't 
completely sure where we were going. Sil was talking me 
through it as I was just jamming gears and working the 
pedals with a thirteen year old's asshole squirming on 
my cock, her tiny butt clinching and squirming as she'd 
use it for leverage every time she turned the steering 
wheel. Just steering is OK when you're learning to drive 
mommy's car. 

Try it with your feet and legs doing nothing but staying 
out of the way of ANY pedals. Then try working all the 
pedals and changing a shit-load of gears up and down 
without steering and barely able to see where the fuck 
you're going because you're listening to a teen tell you 
what to do. Throws off your rhythm a bit, especially if 
her asshole is squeezing your hard cock like it was the 
last goo in the tube. I did see we were heading into 
some warehouse complex and then we entered a large, 
sparsely equipped but clean warehouse. It held the rig 
with no problem. 

Sil was quite expert at shutting down the rig. I wasn't 
as surprised as I would have been two days ago. This 
truckteen-sexsource-gypsy had probably spent more time 
in a rig than anywhere else. Especially if you factor in 
the time-spent when the rig was parked. If only part of 
Sil's Tales were accurate, she and her mom would spend 
3-4 days "servicing" the bigger stops.

The rig turn-over meant there was more than enough "new 
cock" and most of the over-nighters would go for seconds 
or thirds. There were times, if Sil set it up via the CB 
ahead of time, the rigs would park to allow Sil and her 
mom to just crawl through cab or sleeper windows from 
rig to rig. Often being fucked by a guy in one rig while 
sucking off a guy in another. Three days and never touch 
the ground. Most of their sex partners, some sort of 
relation. They'd piss in each others' mouth or use an 
on-board, chem-head like I had. 

"Get up here and clean Nate's cock, mom. Don't let him 
cum, I need it for later." Sil opened the cab, kissed me 
and slid out onto the smooth, concrete floor. "Mom will 
show you." She skipped away waving her arms to a side-
wall door I hadn't noticed and went into whatever was on 
the other side. I was noticing Katie's careful cleaning 
of my cock as she licked and sucked. 

"I love tasting lil girl ass juices on cocks. Sil's 
yummy but the younger ones are even yummier." She 
returned to clean-up and that was as much as I'd heard 
her speak the whole fucking trip. She made a steady 
drone of noise as she always seemed to be doing 
something kinky as we covered miles. The volume 
depending on where she was in trying for the perpetual 
orgasm. Sil had confirmed the fact her mom was "finally 
knocked up". Multiple pee-strips had confirmed that part 
of it. The "you daddy" part would be worth paying for 
the DNA test. I only wanted to see some lab squint read 
THEIR DNA, I wasn't being asked to do anything. A DNA 
test at one of Sil and her mom's regular "Fuck 'n 
suckovers" would make for a whole biology semester. 

My cock still hard but squeaky clean had been put back 
in the garage of my pants. Naked Katie led me to the 
door and we walked into a box. It was a room but with no 
windows and one other door. It seemed to open into 
something along the adjoining wall. 

The ceiling was under eight-feet. It was a 10X10X7 foot 
box, with the same concrete floor. The box held a naked, 
tall and lean gal, sitting on a small table. She was the 
spitting image of Match, only a bit older, taller and 
rounder. The red parts were spot-on. There was a tiny 
girl, maybe six but me and ages, with long red hair in a 
folding chair. She was naked as well. 

"Ok, sis. Go get ready and we'll be along, and congrats,  
'bout time." Red waited until Katie grinned and 
swaggered her butt through the other door. "I'm Carrot, 
Match is my sis but I had a different older brother. I 
was always sneaking carrots to fuck my cunt when I was 
little. That's my daughter, Flic, same brother as Match 
and Bic." If there were many more of this part of the 
family, they would add arson charges to all the rest of 
my State and Federal crimes of the past few days. 

I wasn't sure about bestiality laws where we was, 
subject doesn't crop up a lot. "Nice going getting that 
slut knocked up. We need the fresh deposits. You can 
fuck Flic if you want. I popped her pit a week ago with 
my finger. Love licking and sucking popped cherry 
bowls." Carrot smacked her generous lips. I recalled 
Cuz/Sis/Mom's little speech about her "special cherries" 
and popping back at the diner. 

"This is all for you and you can have a totally private 
thing if you want. Whatever you say goes. Sil thought, 
since she hasn't been around here lately and it's been 
ages since she and sis did a dog, that you'd let some of 
the family watch, too. It IS Rattler'. He's the best." 
If you're walking into an unknown, it's nice to have 
company and now I guess it WAS "family". 

***

Carrot slid off the table. Standing, she was a bit 
taller than Match and her generous tits were firm. 
Another total cuffs and carpet match except the carpet 
was more a reddish fluff. You don't walk on fluff like 
carpet. I took her offered hand and she led me where 
Katie had gone. Through the other door and into another 
box room but smaller. "Its nekkid only past here. 
Undress and the laundry sluts will do 'em all up clean 
and pressed." I'd never worn pressed jeans. 

Carrot took my clothes as I did my strip and hung them 
on a clothes pole. It was the only room accessory. 
Again, two doors besides the one we came through. New 
family and a lotta forks in the road, a thirteen year 
old woman had the only map. I had so much running 
through my head, my cock was even bored with my thoughts 
and hadn't stirred. "It'll be a bit yet, let's get ya' a 
cock wash 'n spray wax." I got a wink and my cock got a 
quick kiss in the eye as Carrot led the way through a 
new door. I wasn't even sure we were still in the same 
building as the rig. Sil had the map. 

Carrot wasn't kidding. It was a cock wash. Two lines of 
naked females standing, facing each other in a tiled, 
shower room, much like Uncle's place. They had all the 
stuff to wash the cock. All I had to do was walk between 
them. Music came on and I basically walked to the beat. 
I hadn't taken that long to walk such a short distance 
with so many steps since I started walking at two. 

I was washed, shined, scented, and sporting tongue-
shined, hardwood accessories when I came out the end. 
"You look like a certified, pre-owned, rig. You can pull 
into any of my dock's anytime you want. Let's go, 
fucking Sil takes forever sometimes but I think its 
gonna be special." Again through a door but this time we 
walked up a flight of covered stairs to an enclosed 
landing, and a door. I guess-timated we were 12-15 feet 
off the floor. Now I not only wasn't sure about the 
building, it was going to get into floors. 

"Just walk in and have a seat. It's safe." Carrot walked 
careful-sexy down the stairs. I watched and wondered 
what and what family I might be joining through that 
door and why would I be concerned about safety? I didn't 
want that image. Sil still had the map and we were OK 
this far. I realized what Carrot meant about "safe" when 
I opened the door and took two steps before I saw where 
I was and damn near fell down. Instead, I managed to 
save myself by falling into the recliner-like chair in 
the, what the fuck was I in?

"Cool, isn't it? One of our relations was a ball-turret, 
gunner in the war. Some opium dealer in France had him 
design it so his processing plant managers could make 
sure the workers weren't stealin' but he never got it 
quite right. The drug guy backed out of the deal. Red 
just kept tinkering and this is the latest version. The 
skin is the newest. Some sort of wrap shit that is like 
one-way glass. We can look out, no one can see in. 
Truckers haul LOT'SA weird shit." 

Carrot was beside the chair with a beer. I was looking 
literally ALL AROUND as she talked. The chair was 
center-mounted inside a clear, plastic, half-ball that 
was mounted on the wall. I was sitting in half of a big-
ass, clear, ball. If the other half of the ball were 
added, it'd be a twenty-foot, ball. I took the beer and 
quit trying to figure out how it all was put together 
and looked out of my bubble. The structure was like 
where the rig was, maybe even bigger. This warehouse was 
the kind of a used-vehicle lot and viewing area, from 
the huge entrance doors to where the semi-circle of 
chairs had been arranged in front of a large, circle-
shaped carpet. Vehicles was being generous about some of 
what was parked there. A few looked as if they were 
parked because they wouldn't dare move for fear of 
losing something critical, like its last remaining 
fender. 

"This was Sil and ReTread's idea. We've used it a couple 
times. The doggie shows are usually less folks. That 
thing that looks like a carpet circle on the floor is 
the stage. It's just a big turntable. There's a knob to 
control how fast or slow it turns. Dog fucking is hard 
to do in just one spot, especially with a lot of folks. 
The dogs all like to fuck and stuff but the more folks 
watchin', the more they get squiggie at first, until 
they get hard, then it don't matter how many is 
lookin'." I wasn't sure what "squiggie" was. "Sil has 
the stage turn real slow so the dogs don't care and 
everybody gets a good view."

"Here, you can use this." Carrot plopped a naked, bald, 
tiny girl in my lap. Naked except for a loose pet collar 
with a tag. " We got a breeder that's lost her fucking 
mind, fat cow ain't happy unless one of these is growin 
in the barn. This one is four years old. The cunt has a 
two younger ones and is about to drop one more. Be 
better to have puppies. We'd just give the bitch to the 
dogs.

We could use more dogs, not this. Call it whatever you 
want. We use them for sex-toy rentals until they get old 
enough to do something useful. That's why the collar. 
They each have a number for their file. It's how we keep 
track for Re-Tread's number-crunchin' and why give them 
a name, anyway? When they figure out something else to 
do besides being a sex-toy, they can pick their own 
name. Shaving the heads makes it easier to use different 
wigs, you know? Like Barbie? If that cow keeps making 
them, they'll have their own fleet. It's been popped but 
that's it, do what you want. It hasn't gone into the 
rental fleet yet. If it's not what you want, we got 
others. This one doesn't say much. 'More' is a favorite 
word so it seems to like what it does, even likes piss 
already, usually they have to be used some before they 
take to pissen'. 

"Enjoy, Nate; and thanks from all of us." 

Carrot left me with "IT". I felt like she had just gone 
over the operating instructions for a toy. A small 
cooler of beer and some finger food with IT settling on 
my accessory. I popped a beer, just as I heard Sil's 
voice and looked out and down onto the turntable/stage. 
Sil was "on the record" and speaking into some mic I 
couldn't see. I was hearing her through speakers mounted 
inside my bubble. 

I hoped the thing wasn't also air-tight. IT was like one 
of those dolls that do or say something when you pull a 
string. Except she had no string. IT was sitting with my 
accessory clinched on a tiny slit with tiny thighs. It's 
ALL tiny on a doll, string or no string. IT was the doll 
that  became real.

Sil was talking to about 40 folks of all age, size and 
sex. They may even have been all the same people that 
were back at the diner, only more of them. I hoped they 
hadn't driven some of those vehicles from there to here. 
The lighting was set-up to focus on the turntable and it 
made the folks hard to see clearly from my bubble though 
I could see some were naked from the waist down and a 
couple of little naked girls in the front row. "OK, 
folks, first, and I know we ain't usually supposed to do 
it, but give it up real quick for our new belly gunner." 
Sil looked up at me and I heard brief but hearty 
applause. Guess I was the new belly gunner. 

"Y'all pretty much heard it was something special 
tonight, but the same rules apply. This ain't arm-
wrestle' so keep the noise levels to a minimum. Moans 
and groans is OK. The rental fleet is available but 
first cum basis." That got an audible laugh. Save 
requests 'til the end. They usually ain't needed. This 
ain't camera night, either but six of you have cameras. 
That's 'cause we're gonna start off with some bitches 
y'all know. The bitches volunteered so their boys get to 
use cameras, no one else!" I was pretty much confused 
and IT was becoming "squiggie" on my now hardwood 
accessory."

***

"Here ya go, folks. You know 'em, you love 'em and most 
of you have even fucked 'em. The Bitches!" Sil stepped 
off the stage and six women of varying age, size and 
shape walked on, each leading a little, lap-type, dog on 
a leash. They were dressed similar, nothing fancy or 
extreme,  sun dresses and sandals. They walked their 
little mutts once around and on the second trip, began 
shedding their clothes and the third circle they were 
naked save for their sandals. All had smooth pussies 
with generous curves. But this was critter night. 

The naked doggie walkers stopped in a semi-circle and 
picked up their mini-mutts. They held them as if they 
were new babies ready to nurse but the women proceeded 
to stroke the little furry cock sheaths of their doggies 
with finger tips. As the little pinkish cocks emerged, 
the women took the little doggie cocks in their moths 
and started sucking. It was mostly visual, the dogs were 
too little, but one by one, the women smiled with closed 
mouths and set their little pets back on the stage. Soon 
all six, naked women were standing as if waiting with 
sealed lips to tell a secret. A naked little one came on 
stage with a tray holding six, small water glasses. Each 
woman took one and in unison, let the doggie cum dribble 
into their glass. Then they all switched glasses and 
again, in unison, they toasted the crowd, and me, then 
drank down their neighbor's doggie cum, did a little bow 
and led their mutts off stage. It was weird not hearing 
any SORT of response but then the lighting changed and I 
could see more of the audience. It was a lot like the 
Diner. 

I could see the light shining off the bald heads of the 
other It's, mostly from a naked or partially naked adult 
lap. It's were sucking cock and licking open cunts. One 
was being passed back and forth like a bag of popcorn. A 
guy would hold IT by the hips and move IT up and down on 
his cock, then pass IT to someone else. I saw one BIG 
woman, not fat, just a big woman, take IT and lick the 
flowing cum out of the now-stretched, bald cunt before 
passing IT along. 

IT was now straddling my hips, then squatted down, my 
cock impaling the assbud. The over-all chair set-up in 
the bubble was such that IT was able to lie back on my 
out-stretched legs and not obstruct my view. I was 
amazed It's tiny, doll ass-hole was already that 
elastic. I was even amazed my hardwood didn't snap or at 
least crack. IT squigged some more and I spread my legs 
to let IT lie on the leg-rest. The lighting changed 
again. Sil was back.

"I know most of ya' is here to see me and mom suck and 
fuck The Rattler." There was a murmur. "Its gonna 
happen. But for our new gunner, I'm gonna do a little 
history, so keep the fuck quiet and listen." Thirteen? 
No way. "One of my sister's was one of the first ones to 
suck and fuck Rattler. He wasn't even a year-old then. 
She said he fucked her so fast it made her teeth rattle 
and the name stuck." A sister? That could be one of 100 
or more. 

"Mom was one of the first to do him regular and then I 
took over. He's family, too. Y'all know you're welcome 
to suck or fuck him whenever you're around but its 
$100.00 for an hour. If he knots and you can't get 
apart?, the clock keeps ticking at a buck a minute. The 
money all goes to the family health plan. So far 
Rattler's raised over $5,000.00 and he's still a teen-
ager." I guessed dog-years thing but was distracted when 
Carrot walked into the bubble and turned down the 
speakers. 

"Sil's in her element. She loves this stuff. I've fucked 
that beast and sucked him too, not like those two, Sil 
and her mom OWN that dog's monster cock. You could put 
Sil in a crowded room and walk in with Rattler. All he 
would have to do is hear her voice or smell her and he'd 
get a boner. Sil and her mom get to suck and fuck him 
for free, otherwise it'd be 10 Grand in the health 
plan."

"You need anything? Want a different one?" Carrot nodded 
at IT and watched the doll squiggie on my rubber boner. 
"You can have more than one, you know? Wait. I'll get 
one. This will go on for a few more minutes." Carrot 
left and Sil was still talking. 

"Since it's been awhile that me and mom have sucked and 
fucked the Big Baby, we're gonna let y'all decide where 
he shoots his first load of cocksauce. LIGHTS!" The 
lights came up and whatever I couldn't quite see before 
was now plainly lit. Not even a lot of glare. But then 
truckers haul a lot of electrical shit. "Show of hands. 
All those for butt? , I saw some hands, I don't know how 
many, I was looking at other things. "How many for 
cunt?" Again, but this time I had focused on the big 
woman. "Mouth?, OK. Mouth it is. All for that skank-
fuck, PREGNANT, mom of mine.?" The big woman was using 
four chairs so she could stroke rather impressive boy-
cocks with each hand. 

"How many for sweet little me?" Sil was milking this for 
all it was worth. It looked like some weird sci-fi movie 
with all the naked ITs being passed around among naked 
people raising their hands as if in some sort of salute. 
Carrot's return saved me goin' down that road. 

"This one isn't popped yet. Only had her first head-wax, 
yesterday. Still waiting for her number and collar. I 
think the card said IT's three, not one of that cow's 
fleet, this one's fresh. Only oral demos so far. I'll 
set IT here. You can do what you want with IT. Its kinda 
cool sometimes to watch two ITs suck it." My head was 
starting to hurt as Carrot sortta "placed" the smaller 
IT so that my ITs were actually sixty-nining, with my 
rubber bone in an asshole as a tongue licked at the 
opened, tiny slit that had been trying to open for me. 
The smaller IT licked it open and tiny fingers held open 
tiny pussy lips. It was like being in a porn movie in 
half-scale. Carrot and me with my ITs, listened.

"OK. Rattler's first load goes in my mouth. Y'all want 
the lights back down? I kinda like it like this. Sorta 
like when we do it in the park in the summer." Hands 
agreed to leave the lights as they were. Big woman had 
two smaller ITs attached to her large nipples and that's 
when I saw there were both kinds of ITs. The smaller ITs 
all looked the same if they were being licked or sucked. 
Now I saw that a few ITs were little boys being sucked 
or doing some licking on a spread cunt, Big woman was 
trying to get her boy IT to fist her bald and fleshy 
cunt.

"Ya lookin' at Yaska? Yaz we call her. Not to her face. 
She's as tough as she looks. Been drivin' legal since 
she was eighteen. From some place in Russia. Came over 
when she was twelve with a cousin. She's one of Ellie's 
gals. Lived with Ellie for a few years and got most of 
her book needs handled and just sorta' learned to drive 
hanging around the stops." My mind flashed back to Sil 
and her mom at Ellie's. Seemed like a month ago instead 
of less than a week. "Yaz likes it young and full of 
cum. We used to take bets if Yaz could drain all of it. 
She never lost. We quit doin it because it took too long 
for anyone else to get it." It was one after the other 
in Yaz's hands and mouth. 

Carrot nudged me with her naked thigh. I looked down at 
Sil as I curled my arm around Carrot's pale, long thigh. 
She spread her legs and casually pulled my hand to her 
red fluff. I felt the pussy sauce soaking her small lips 
and clit nub. "OK you soon-to-be-fat slut, bring him 
out. C'mon Rattler. Here boy. Come lick Silly." A dog 
that seemed to be a mix of every really big breed in the 
world kinda loped onto the turntable with Kate skipping 
after. In seconds, Sil was on her back, Rattler's front 
paws on her shoulders as he licked all over her small 
face with a tongue that was a like a washcloth. Sil just 
coaxed him and licked his huge jowls and tongue. I felt 
Carrot's pussy clamp down on my four fingers she had 
pushed into her fire pit. She knew what was coming as 
Rattler's cock made its appearance. 

"That's why we gals like Rattler. Look at that beauty." 
Carrot's pussy was gushing with mini-gasms, as Ellie 
would call the small, rapid-fire of extended arousal, 
"Safety valve so the bitch doesn't explode." Ellie got a 
lot of miles out of that crack. Carrot was on full-auto 
and my arm was getting drenched. Rattler had a cock that 
was more suited to a horse or mule. It seemed too big 
for most ponies or donkeys. As he was giving Sil a 
tongue bath, Katie went to her knees, using both hands 
to stroke the length of Rattler's creamy cock. She was 
pointing it at her mouth and swallowing the big spurts 
of clearish, pre-cum. I was more than fascinated and 
aware of my hardwood. It was a tribute to Sil and her 
mom that after fucking this monster, their cunts were 
still hardwood snug. At least when mine was there.

Sil had managed to squirm out from under the attacking-
tongue and was standing in front of Rattler as mom 
continued to play with the hose. Rattler and Sil were 
eye-to-eye. She could ride him. "Ok, you cunt, my turn. 
Remember, I get to swallow his load, you can lick his 
nuts and asshole." I was on total cruise-control. Good 
thing I wasn't driving, too. Sil took over playing with 
the hose and didn't even have to get on her knees. Katie 
moved around and Rattler actually lifted his long tail. 
He'd done this before, a lot. Mom began licking and 
kissing the huge ball-sack and running her saliva over 
the sizeable pucker of Rattler's asshole. 

"Sil's the only one can do this with him. He won't shoot 
his wad until Sil somehow signals him he can. Rattler 
fucks like a machine. He can go for 15-20 minutes. But 
it's up to him when he wants to cum. If he gets 
impatient and you try and suck him and play with his 
cock, he'll either just walk away or shoot all over you 
first and then walk away. He's even pissed on some of 
the sluts that try and prick-tease him. Sil can make him 
hold it forever. No one knows what she does to let him 
cum. You watch, he won't cum until his Little Silly says 
it's OK." 

Carrot leaned over and lifted the top IT's tiny, bald, 
doll-head and sucked where my rubber bone was wedged 
into the bottom IT's butt-hole. I was feeling what 
Rattler was feeling, but Sil hadn't given me the signal. 
I didn't know what the signal even WAS. I didn't know 
there was a signal!

Sil had gotten Rattler's cock back between his legs and 
with her mom still tonguing the huge dog's asspucker, 
she took a gentle grip between Rattler's saliva-wet ball 
sack and his fist-sized knot, she proceeded to take an 
amazing amount of the juice-spitting hose into her 
throat. It looked like her neck was swollen to twice 
normal. Then Rattler began to slowly rock back and 
forth. Sil let go of his shaft and moved her hands to 
where her mom was licking. 

"See? Rattler only will do that with Sil. He's fucking 
her throat slow. He'll tear out your talk chords if he 
gets going. God won't help you if he jams that knot in 
your mouth. You either figure out a new way to breath or 
hope he cums quick and yanks out, otherwise, you die and 
he'll drag your body around until his knot shrinks." 

Carrot had pulled out my hardwood from ITs ass and top 
IT was trying to stuff her little tongue in the end of 
my bone while Carrot was pushing her tongue into bottom 
ITs stretched ass. Still no signal.

Sil released her gentle grip on Rattler's cock and with 
his hose slowly sliding deeply in and out of her throat, 
she used her hands to press her mom's face into 
Rattler's ass end. Judging by the way Katie, with Sil's 
help, was squiggie her head, she was trying to stuff her 
tongue in Rattler's asshole like top IT was trying to do 
with my bone eye. Sil slowly let Rattler slide free of 
her throat, taking the spurting hose in both her hands, 
she began a low, growling kind of pep talk between gulps 
at Rattler's leaking hose. 

"That's it you knocked-up cunt, stuff your tongue in my 
baby's asshole. Clean it real good like you clean my 
ass. Silly's Big Rattler is such a good boy, letting 
this bitch-slut clean your butt like the cunt she is. 
Silly's boy is so good. Silly loves to suck her baby's 
big cock and drink all the wonderful juice. That's good, 
more baby, feed your Silly more of your cock juice while 
the bitch licks inside your butt." 

Sil took just the pointed hose nozzle between her lips 
and stroking the rest of the hose with both hands, began 
to drink from the nozzle. Her once-stretched throat was 
now constricting as she swallowed to keep up with the 
flow. Still not a sign. Goddamn little slut.

Sil had the whole crowd focused on her mouth. Katie just 
happened to be tongue-fucking Rattler's asshole at the 
same time. Somehow, Carrot had stuffed my bone in IT top 
who was now bottom IT. I was stuffed into a three-year 
old bottom. Carrot winked at me and put now top IT at 
the flip-flopped juncture of a mouth, a bottom hole and 
a really hard bone pole. Then she actually began to 
twist both ITs back and forth as if they were seven 
instead of a four and a three year old. I was almost 
beyond a sign. 

Rattler let out with a series of growly, panting yelps. 
"See? Could you tell what she did?" I was too busy 
flooding IT in the bottom with my cum to answer. "Look 
at that!" Sil was stroking Rattler's cock with both 
hands into her open mouth and creamy jets of cum were 
bouncing off the back of her throat before she gulped 
them down. Rattler was more than ready and kept filling 
Sil's mouth after each swallow. Carrot was sucking my 
load out of the top IT bottom. I still didn't know what 
the sign was. 

It began to take Rattler more and smaller spurts to fill 
his Silly's greedy mouth. He was finally slowing down. 
"You suck him and swallow until he gets hard, ass-bitch. 
I want Rattler to fuck me tonight. Get to it, mom." Sil 
strolled off the stage and the lights went a little 
lower as Katie began to wash Rattler's hose with her 
tongue. Carrot was doing a lick-up housekeeping of IT 
all when all three came to a stop and then exited the 
bubble. 

"Did Daddy like his Little Silly and the Big Doggie?" I 
swatted Sil's butt as she took my more relaxed bone and 
played with it over her tongue. "Piss in my mouth. I 
need to wash down Rattler's cum. He was super-full 
tonight. Go ahead, Daddy. Piss in Little Silly's mouth, 
just like in the rig." Her wink may not have been the 
signal but I pissed anyway. She was as thirsty with my 
piss as she had been with Rattler's cum. 
 

CHAPTER THREE?

As Silly drank my bladder-full of piss, I saw that Katie 
was sparing no effort to make Rattler's hose long and 
hard again. Like her daughter, mom was taking an amazing 
amount of long, dog hose into her throat but there was 
still enough left over for her to stroke with one hand 
as she used her other to maintain a gentle grip between 
the sack and Rattler's knot. I couldn't imagine anyone 
being able to take all of that hose into a throat until 
that huge knot could get jammed in a mouth, even Katie 
or Sil's mouth. But Carrot kinda mentioned, it could 
happen and "then you die." Sil finished trying to drill 
into my piss, cum-chaser hole with her tongue and looked 
up, licking her lips. 

"How's mom doin"? She loves sucking off Rattler. Hell, 
she loves doing anything with Rattler. I s'pose that 
fire-cunt slut told you I have mystic powers over 
Rattler. Bitch is an idiot but I let her go on about it. 
It's just repitition. ReTread gave Rattler to mom when 
he was just weaned. I was about five. It took mom about 
a month before she started playing around with him. 

I sucked him off the first time when he was about a year 
old." Sil was talking, watching her mom work over 
Rattler's hose and idly licking at my "almost ready" 
wood. "I'd better 'git. That bitch will let him shoot 
and I want him in my asshole so you can watch mom suck 
it out. Back soon." I got a kiss and Sil blew the bubble 
as her mom continued blowing Rattler's cock. She was now 
drinking his amazing amounts of pre-fuck, bitch lube. 
Sil was having an effect on me. 

Carrot came back in with two more ITs. Sil had provided 
a half-hard, piece of wood for them to start on. "This 
one is also four. She's popped and likes to lick." She 
plopped IT on my lap and the wood-licking began. "This 
one goes into the rental fleet tomorrow. Do IT before 
they put IT's collar and tag on." Carrot plopped the ITs 
together and they shared. Carrot handed me a fresh beer 
and again watched as Sil walked into the circle, 
followed by two more ITs carrying a padded bench. 

"OK, bitch slut, let me at my baby." Sil grabbed her mom 
by the hair and pulled her aside. " Put him in my cunt 
first but don't let him knot, I want him knotted in my 
asshole." Sil kissed Rattler with a generous amount of 
her tongue. Then she bent over the bench with her 
slender legs apart. Her butt was facing me and the 
turntable was slowly moving. 

Rattler knew his cues, he moved around behind his Silly 
Bitch with Katie guiding his still spurting cock. The 
padded bench was the perfect height. Sil had her ass and 
talking to her big boy. "Yes, mommy's big boy. Fuck your 
bitch mommy, sweet baby." Rattler acted as though he 
were walking over a rock. Katie was perfect as Rattler 
moved over his Silly Bitch, she guided his hose directly 
into his mommy's cunt, right to his knot where Katie 
stopped him. I thought maybe the speakers had gone 
squiggie. There wasn't a sound. 

Then Carrot turned up the volume and you could hear Sil 
panting. Rattler wasn't moving. He was like a statue in 
front of some dog museum, just not one fucking a 
thirteen-year old girl. Then Silly Bitch caught her 
breath and began her coaxing. Yes, baby. Mommy is so 
full of her sweet baby's big doggie cock. I know you 
want to knot mommy's bitch hole but mommy wants her big 
boy to knot in mommy's asshole. Mommy wants her baby's 
sweet dog cream filling her butt." Sil was back panting 
again.

"I don't know where she puts that monster? I know she 
sucks him down into her throat. I can do it almost as 
good, but she's the youngest and smallest one to take 
that weapon and knot in her cunt and butt. I've never 
even let him butt-fuck me. If he decides he's going to 
tie you up with that knob, you're gonna be tied. He's 
knotted bitches for half hour or more. Sis won't let 
nobody throw cold water on him. 

Sil and her mom are the only ones that can make him knot 
on command. It's like telling him to "sit". He just jams 
it into their asshole or cunt." Sil's legend was being 
written as we watched. But then Carrot was not only a 
little sex addict herself, she was also an "idiot" 
according to Sil. Right now, her fire-pit was flowing 
warm juices over four of my fingers. She was guiding the 
bald IT heads like video game knobs over my now re-grown 
wood. 

Silly had caught her second wind. Katie was busy trying 
to stick her tongue in Rattler's ass pucker, one hand 
cradling his nut-sack and the other slowly caressing his 
huge bitch-knot. "Yes baby. Shoot your sweet bitch lube 
in mommy's cunt. Mommy wants you nice and ready to fuck 
mommy's butt. Sil almost growled at her mom.

"Now you ass bitch. One jab, all of it. One stroke. DO 
IT CUNT!" Katie was a little startled but began to 
slowly back Rattler up, like a 4-legged car. Silly Bitch 
was holding both hands around the slimy shaft as it 
slithered free. She used the fuck mix to begin stuffing 
her fingers in her asshole as Katie licked at the rest 
of the fuck mix still dripping and mixing with the new 
spurts from the statue's hose. "NOW RATTLER! FUCK 
MOMMY'S ASS, BABY. ONE SHOT. ALL OF YOUR SWEET COCK AND 
KNOT IN YOUR MOMMY-BITCH'S ASSHOLE!" I wondered if 
Silly's loud voice was to keep from screaming.

In a well-practiced flow, the statue came to life and 
walked forward until his hose and bitch-knot were jammed 
into Silly Bitch's asshole in one, well-lubed, motion. 
Another silence before Sil began to pant. "You lick my 
baby's balls and asshole you mommy bitch." Katie was 
already moving into position and holding onto Rattler's 
whip-like tail. "I've only seen her do this one other 
time. Must be 'cause you're here. She wants mom to drink 
some poop juice with his cum. 

"Usually she'll use his bitch-lube spurts to get most of 
the poop out of her butt. Mom usually drinks or eats it 
anyway but its kinda gross for the little ones. She's 
just gonna let Rattler finish spurtin' his lube and then 
hose her poop chute with his cum hose. I've felt that 
hose, I keep expectin' some to spurt out her mouth. No 
ass-fuckin' way any of it leaks out, he's sealed tight. 
He just fills her up. Wait'il you see that hose, slime 
out of her butt." 

Silly Bitch had caught her breath and was squiggie some 
under her big Rattler. Then she moved her hands and arms 
and raised her slender torso up till her back was 
rubbing Rustler's fuzzy chest and belly. If her skin had 
matched his fur, they would be like a one, six-legged, 
cross-breed.

"OK, bitch. Get the harness. BE COOL!" It was SIL 
growling at her mom, not Silly Bitch. 

"OH FUCK! She's gonna do it. I heard they was havin' 
somethin' made to do with him but I didn't know she was 
ready to do it now." Carrot's fuck flow was actually 
making noise at it puddled below my fingers. She was 
squiggin' harder and lower and still playing her IT 
video game with my soon-to-petrify wood. I had no idea 
what was goinng to happen but Silly Bitch was back to 
wooing her big Buster as Katie left and returned with a 
harness-like thing. It was actually two, joined together 
by a swivel, snap ring. 

They each were wide, padded nylon belts, like the guys 
that do the heavy liften' sometimes wear. One was much 
wider and bigger around than the other. Katie had 
already opened the velcro straps and she proceeded to 
put the large harness around Rattler's massive chest and 
belly. It looked like it was made for him. 

Truckers haul a lotta' neat shit. She then slowly put 
the smaller harness around Silly Bitch's small waist and 
chest,, just below her firm tits. Katie made a couple of 
changes, and stepped up to take Rattler's collar. She 
stuffed her fingers into her cunt and rubbed the fuck-
lube over her bullet nipples. The she held her large tit 
for him so he could lap at her nipple. 

Silly Bitch was now being carried UNDER Rustler's 
massive body. She growled at her mom and Katie slowly 
began to walk, leading Rattler and his cargo, Silly was 
hanging by the swivel, snap-ring, her hands controlling 
her swaying by holding onto Rustler's powerful forelegs 
with her head between them. His drool falling on her 
hair and neck. The huge hose and bitch-knot were sealed 
firmly in her asshole. 

She was suspended by her asshole and a ring at her 
middle as her mom began to walk Rattler around the 
turntable. She still held her tit for him to lick and 
she was leaving a trail of fuck-lube drops behind her, 
right alongside her daughters fuck-lube flowing from her 
almost pressed-closed cunt. I wasn't sure if it was the 
harness or the hose and knot that made Silly Bitch look 
fatter than Sil. All that meat had to be somewhere.

"Talk has it that Sil bet ReTread 1000 bucks she could 
hang on under Rustler, face up, his cock in her cunt and 
have him walk around with her. I knew she was up to 
something. That belt thing is just training. Gawd I'd 
like that in my cunt that way."

 My hand and fingers got another flow of fuck-lube. 
Carrot had changed the IT video game and now my wood was 
being traded back and forth between two, really tight 
assholes and one larger mouth. Carrot was dipping my 
wood into the ITs' ass box and then sucking it clean 
before dipping it into the other IT. 

Silly Bitch was on her second turn around the circle. 
Rattler was using a walking pace that was smooth and 
with her assfull of dog hose and harness, she was almost 
floating under the big dog. Her mom was still applying 
the dripping fuck-lube from her cunt to her nipples so 
Rattler could lick his fill along the way. Silly Bitch 
was now talking to her Big Sweet Baby and coaxing him 
on. Then Sil started with the crowd.

"Any of you sluts out there want some of this Big Baby's 
fuck juice? My mom bitch here is going to drink it all 
down if nobody else wants none." Katie had paused 
Rattler and his cargo in front of the crowd and was 
having him turn around in a circle so everyone got a 
good view of Silly's anal attachment. 

Katie then went to the big dog's back end and took hold 
of the bullwhip tail. She raised it up and began running 
her tongue over Rattler's ass pucker, then sticking her 
tongue in and out of the dog's asshole for the attentive 
crowd. It was then that three, naked girls stood up and 
slowly walked up to the circle and Silly's Show. 

The girls looked to be mid-teens with bald pussies and 
well-developed tits. They even looked somewhat alike. 
Katie turned Rattler back around so his drooling mouth 
and Silly's head was facing the crowd and the 
approaching teens. When she sptted the teens, Sil spoke 
up. "I know you cunts. You drink piss like Kool-Aid. You 
want Rattler's cum load and all my yummy ass-cream?" The 
teens nodded like they were accepting candy from a 
stranger. "Let 'em in there you ass licking bitch. They 
get it all to share. You can have the left-overs". 

Sil's thin legs had been doing almost everything her 
current postion would allow. Waving them, acting as 
though she were running or walking, they hadn't touched 
the floor that I had seen. She was hanging on Rattler's 
hose the whole time by her asshole. I now saw why they 
used the snap-ring. Sil slowly put her feet on the floor 
while she still held on to Rattler's forelegs. 

Then she raised up and Katie opened the ring and Rattler 
was know free of his cargo, except what was still stuck 
on his hose. He was back in statue mode. Sil slowly 
peeled open the velcro, harness straps, and now she was 
free of restraints, except for the hose stuck in her 
butt. "You sluts get ready. One at a time, and SHARE! 
Bitch-mom, you know what I like." The teens had decided 
on "who goes first?" and she was kneeling with her face 
at Rattler's ass, second and third were doing bullwhip 
duty with Rattler's tail. Katie had moved to Rattler's 
side. I felt another gush of fuck-lube over my hand and 
down into the puddle on the floor.

"This is cool. Those three are the fleet toilets. They 
took to it right off when they was youngins'. They used 
to lick each other's diapers. We use 'em when we have to 
house-break a pup, clean-up. Most all of us gals will 
take piss in our mouth. Some spit, some swallow, some 
love it so much they like piss showers." Depends on the 
taste for me to do it." I thought about Sil, "just like 
in the rig". 

Carrot was now licking her own fuck-lube off her 
fingers. "You gotta piss? I'll swallow yours." I hadn't 
thought about it. My wood had been occupado for awhile. 
Carrot had just handed me my third beer. "Just tell me 
and I'll take care of IT and you can use my mouth. I 
like it in my cunt, too, if ya want." Her eyes went back 
to The Show and her fingers to the round-trip between 
her cunt and mouth.

Katie took hold of the part of Rattler's massive cock 
between his knot, still buried in her daughter's 
asshole, and his nut sack. As one teen held Rattler's 
whip tail, the other was waiting for her sex juice meal. 
Rattler was standing calmly and finally, his huge cock-
knot eased from Sil's stretched asshole. Her mom leaned 
under and began to run her tongue along the slimy shaft 
as it eased out of Sil's ass. No sooner had Rattler's 
cock freed itself, then he just walked forward and out 
of the way with Katie still holding his cock. 

The first toilet teen planted her mouth over Sil's 
asshole and her throat showed she was swallowing the sex 
mix flowing from Sil's ass. Then she moved to the side 
and her partner took over. They drank it all and ran 
their tongues inside Sil's still pulsing ass. Katie was 
busy cleaning Rattler's cock with her tongue. 

The teens finished their clean-up and Sil stood up and 
paraded around, stopping to give Rattler a sloppy kiss 
on his drooling muzzle. Then she left the circle as 
Katie gathered up the huge dog and led him off and the 
teen toilets went back to their seats. The audience 
stood up and a sex party began with men, women and 
little pre-teens were involved in every sex act 
imaginable and some I hadn't imagined.

Carrot was watching intently and still gushing her pussy 
juices when Silvie cam into the bubble. She looked rosy 
fresh and her hair was dripping wet so she must have 
showered. She looked none the worse for wear after her 
union with Rattler. "OK, fire-cunt, slut, take IT with 
you and go join the others. Nate and I have things to 
do." 

Carrot looked like she had just lost her favorite toy as 
she gathered up her IT video game from my cock. My cock 
was throbbing. Sil waited until they left and then sat 
on my lap, my cock pressed to her refreshed pussy. "Did 
you like the show? Seems so, your cock feels like it's 
about to burst. C'mon. I have a place for you to put 
it." We exited the bubble and Sil led me by my cock down 
the stairs and along the hall to another room. There was 
a table with a padded blanket on it and positioned on 
the top were three, tiny, naked girls. 

They were a little older than the ITs but not by much. 
Standing to one side, were three naked women playing 
with their pussies and mature tits. "These three still 
haven't been popped. Their moms' want you to do it." 
Silvie led me to the first little girl and leaned down 
to lick at the tiny, smooth, pussy lips. Then she 
positioned my cock at the smooth lips. "Do her!, one 
push, make it go deep!" My hips moved forward and Sil 
put her hand in the small of my back and pushed. 

My cock went into the tiny, tight, hole and I felt the 
cherry give way as she whimpered and then moaned. I 
waited a few seconds and Sil had me take a few strokes 
before moving me to the next girl. She sucked my cock 
clean of the traces of cherry juices and then repeated 
the same thing. After I would do each little girl, a 
woman would move between her legs and begin licking away 
at the cherry bowl. 

It was their mothers and probably an Aunt or some other 
relation to Silvie. After I finished the third cherry 
bowl probe, Sil took my cock into her mouth and held my 
balls as my cock spewed my cum into her throat. She 
swallowed it all and then told me to piss on the mothers 
licking away at their daughters. I obliged as she held 
my still half-erect cock and sprayed the women. They 
each turned their head to take a gulp and swallow before 
going back to their licking.

"OK. C'mon. Take a shower and get dressed. I'll get mom 
and we're getting back on the road. We should get to the 
yard right on time for you to unload." The shower felt 
great and the only difficulty was all the naked girls, 
in their mid-teens, that wanted to wash my back, and 
other places. Word of my cherry popping had apparently 
gotten around the place and it brought out volunteers. I 
was able to avoid all the willing openings but my cock 
was ready and anxious. 

Sil came to the shower room and I heard her through all 
the steam. "C'mon Daddy. Don't waste your cum on those 
sluts. I'll take care of you when we're on the road." 
Dried, scented, and dressed I was warming up the rig as 
Katie was stirring around back in the sleeper. Silivia 
was saying goodbyes and had a large basket of food to 
take with us. Her performance with Rattler had been a 
very big hit. It took Sil's directions to get me back to 
the interstate and west bound to LaLa,Cal. 

Once I got up to cruising speed and all the gauges 
looked good, Sil was down between my legs with my cock 
in her mouth. I fed her my cum load and she kept licking 
and sucking until I pissed in her mouth as well. She 
returned to her shotgun seat and fixed snacks from the 
food basket. We made good time and pulled into the 
warehouse yard on schedule. Sil and Katie were dressed 
and they cleaned up the cab and sleeper as the pallets 
of wine were unloaded and I settled the lading bills and 
paperwork. 

I got my bonus for the ahead of schedule delivery and 
with the gals back on board, I followed Sil's directions 
to another, near-by warehouse yard. Sil had been on the 
CB and doing more of her coded numbers exchanges. She 
hadn't said anything about another doggie show. Instead, 
she got me and her mom into a large, Lincoln SUV. I had 
no idea who owned it but Sil assured me it wasn't 
stolen. She assured me that the rig was in good hands 
and would be washed and detailed. Once again, I followed 
Silvie's directions to an area of town that I'd never 
seen. 

We parked in the lot of a nondescript, four-story 
building. It had no signs, no numbers, nothing to 
indicate what it was. The only features that stood out 
were all the antennae, dishes and transmitters on the 
roof of the place. Sil led the way and we went through 
the front door and she nodded at a really large security 
guard. Katie went to a door off the lobby and we went to 
the elevators. 

Sil pushed the elevator button to the fourth floor and 
when the doors opened, it was to an open entry and a 
well-appointed apartment. She stripped and showed me to 
the bedroom with my travel kit. "You go ahead and get 
some sleep. I'll wake you in a few hours. Do want to 
fuck me or have me suck you off, first?" I declined the 
offer and was undressed and asleep in minutes. 

The smell of coffee was first to register when I woke 
up. Naked Sil came in with a cup and small, stainless 
thermos. "I'll fix you breakfast and then we'll go down 
to the basement." I opted to skip breakfast, showered 
and dressed and followed a still naked Sil to the 
elevator and down to the basement of the building. The 
doors opened and I was amazed at what I saw. It looked 
like a command center for a space launch. 

Lots of glowing computer screens and a low hum of 
voices. The lighting was almost non-existent to keep the 
screens from being lost in reflections. It wasn't until 
we started walking through the basement that I saw a 
bunch of tiny, naked girls walking around carrying 
various and sundry items. "Those little ones are kinda 
the 'fetch-it' girls. That and they service the computer 
operators at their stations." 

I was pretty sure I knew what that meant as I had been 
serviced a LOT in the past few days. Sil led the way to 
a small, comfortable conference room. She sat on the 
table and I took a seat. "This is the nerve-center for 
the Family's West Coast operations. Everything West of 
the Rockies goes through here." She went on to explain 
the extensive truck fleets that were owned or controlled 
by her extended family. The Teamsters should be this 
organized. "Mom is staying here until she gets shipped 
to the pregger center." 

Katie's daughter was acting like her mom had become 
cargo since her pregnancy. "I want to go with you to 
Florida. I can arrange almost any sort of load you want 
to haul but I want us to swing through Arkansas and so 
you can meet ReTread. I know it's out of the way but it 
won't matter. We can take a couple of the little ones 
with us and switch them at other stops. I just have to 
make a phone call if you give the OK." 

Sil had one foot on the table top and was fingering her 
pussy as she talked. I was amazed at how she seemed to 
be on top of everything that was going on with the 
elaborate, extended family trucking business. But then 
it was becoming more apparent that hauling goods wasn't 
the only business. There was the "Rental Fleet" of 
little "Cab Cunts" as Sil called the little girls used 
to amuse the drivers. I had come cross- country and 
nothing had gone wrong. I opted to let Silvie do her 
scheduling. She picked up the phone and got the 
arrangements made. We were to leave in forty-eight hours 
with a load of computers and parts along with one large 
crate for delivery to ReTread. 

For the next two days, Silvie and various other people 
at the nerve-center took me through most of how it all 
worked. It was pretty amazing and VERY lucrative. It 
wasn't actually "human trafficking" as the little ones 
weren't actually "sold", only rented. The place even had 
an "identity" department where fake I.D.s were made to 
show the little girls were actually related to the 
drivers they were rented to, some of the more popular 
girls had over fifty different names used over the few 
years they were "in the fleet". 

Once they'd get too old, they would be moved to various 
truck stops around the country and keep the drivers that 
were passing through entertained. The side-bar to it all 
was that The Families' communication system and the 
hundreds of relations scattered around the various 
highways and byways, they would know exactly what was 
being shipped where and to whom. No one came right out 
and said it but it was intimated that their customer 
base was VERY wealthy and not exactly adverse to 
obtaining goods by whatever means necessary. 

I didn't ask questions. Listening seemed the prudent 
thing to do. It also seemed logical that being on The 
Family's good side was a good place to be. I guess I now 
qualified. Silvie made that clear to everyone in the 
command center. It was astonishing how much weight 
Silivie had, I guess being one of the "original parts of 
The Family Bush" made her major player in all this, not 
just another little, fuck toy. 

Silvie and I had dinner together the night before we 
were to pull out for our return east. She handed me a 
thick envelope. "What's this?"

"Your cut of what mom and I picked up on the run out 
here. There's 10 grand in there. Me and Rattler's little 
show was VERY profitable." That 10 grand, the bonus I 
got for early delivery of the load of wine and my usual 
wage for the haul made it the single most profitable run 
I'd ever made. It was good to be in The Family. "I got a 
couple of little ones joining us tonight to play with 
but we should be out of here early to avoid rush hour. 
The other two that are going to ride part way with us 
are getting their ID's done. 

They're real sisters, seven and eleven. I thought you'd 
like the lucky numbers. They're really cute and horny 
all the time. I'm going to make them into dog, fuck 
bitches." The door opened and two naked little ones came 
in, our evening's sex toys. We were in bed by 9P. I 
finally got to sleep about midnight. Sil was still being 
licked and fisted by the little ones and I'd had my cock 
in all nine holes of the three girls. As I managed two 
loads of cum, I was ready for sleep. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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