1 comments/ 27785 views/ 6 favorites Trucker’s Earlier Luck Ch. 01 By: justanotherjoe Based on the positive feedback and emailed requests for more stories, I went back in time a bit to my younger days and will share a "prequel" story from several years back. This is the first of a two-part story. Like my other stories, don't expect explicit sex in the first paragraph, I have to set the scene and paint the picture from my musty old memories. --------------------- It was snowing hard as I left Reno, and by the time I pulled my rig into the chain installation area, I knew I'd never make it all the way to Sacramento by 5pm. Putting on chains is my least favorite part of the job, and it's a pretty common task in winter months on this part of I-80. The snow was really coming down as the long lines of vehicles inched their way up the long winding climb. It took me all day in stop and go traffic at 5 mph traffic to reach Donner Summit, and it was already getting dark. My relief at making it to the top was quickly deflated by the lack of any more spaces in the truck parking area at Boreal. The radio said the road was expected to close ahead, so rigs were lined up mirror-to-mirror in every available space. The CHP was already turning back some vehicles but I wasn't about to U-turn and drive back down a slippery mountain I had just spent 5 hours climbing. I got out and went over to the flashing CHP cruiser that was blocking the passing lane ahead and asked if I could get in the slow line of vehicles still heading west. The cop rolled down his window and shouted back at me "We're holding everybody at Highway 89 now, we're not letting anyone else up the hill. We're turning around the trucks as they get up here but we're still letting some 4-WD SUVs through, and I'm not sure how much longer we're gonna do that." I pleaded with him to let me try to get to the brake check area a couple of miles ahead and he finally relented. I kept it slow – 10 - 15 mph in low gear all the way, but the 4-Wheel Drive SUVs whizzed on by me and drove out of sight at 55 or 60 as if the road was dry. Fools, I thought. Soon, I noticed no more cars were behind me and none was visible ahead. I had the road to myself. On the radio I heard the Interstate was now closed and even the recently-plowed right lane had collected two inches of fresh snow and the blizzard winds made visibility drop even further. I was glad to see the sign: Brake Check Area 1 mile. It was pitch dark when I pulled off and parked. With headlights off, and all my marker lights on, I bundled up in my winter jacket, and stepped outside for a quick piss. It was dark and no one was in sight so I stood near the bumper of my rig and made some yellow snow. I was just zipping up when I noticed the soft reddish glow emanating from a snowbank about ¼ mile head. It took me a second to realize it was car taillights and I began hustling up there as fast as I could in my dry-weather work shoes. Only the rear hatchback and bumper were visible, and even that part had a heavy coating of fresh snow. The rest of the white Subaru was buried so deep in that six-foot-tall snowbank, I couldn't approach the driver's door. I wiped then knocked on the fogged-up rear window. "Help! Help Us" a woman screamed back. I shouted: "Are you all right?" "Yes, yes, We're okay, -- just cold and shaken up a bit." "Wait there lady," I shouted as I began to try to dig my way forward with nothing but my ungloved hands. It was hopeless, so I knocked on the back window again. "Pop open the hatch, you gotta climb out this way." I heard the pop and swung up the lift gate. A mom with two young kids were huddling in the front seat. I waved them toward me. "Climb over the seats!" I shouted. The young kids were not dressed for a blizzard, so after I helped all three of them climb out the back, we rushed back to my rig. I carried the 3-year old girl and the lady took her son's hand and slip-slided their way to my warm haven. Once inside the cab the kids piled in their mom's lap on the passenger side seat and huddled for warmth as the roaring heater began chasing off the cold air and bringing the temp back up to a toasty 75. I rubbed together my frozen hands in front of the blower outlet. "Thank you so much, you saved our lives," the mom sobbed. Her eyes were moist with emotion. "We would have died out there. After the engine died, it got so cold...." "No problem, ma'am. I got plenty of diesel so it'll be nice and warm. There's a sleeping area in back there. You can set up the kids back there for the night and we'll get you some help and a tow truck in the morning." This time she actually cried openly and thanked me again. I'm Chloe. This is Randy, she's gonna be three next week, and this is Ronnie, he's four." "Four and a half!" the kid interrupted. "What's this, mister?" he asked, pointing at the gear shift lever. I pointed out the levers and dials until he got overwhelmed with too much adult info and climbed back up on his mom's lap. Little Randy sat there, looking sleepy and sucking her thumb. We talked awhile. They'd driven up from Salt Lake City, returning from a visit with relatives. The roads had been clear until she passed Winnemucca. The pavement got slick and slippery after the first few inches of snowfall, and she had almost decided to stay overnight at a motel in Reno. Now she wished she had. But money was tight and she felt like she was almost all the way home -- she lived just another 10 or 15 miles farther up the highway in Kingvale. She cursed herself for pressing on and ending up in a snowbank, but was glad to be alive. She said it had been a tough year with the divorce and all, and it was tough making ends meet as a single mom. Her deadbeat ex rarely sent the child support on time. I looked at her pretty face and the beautiful children and wondered how any man could walk away from them. Chloe looked to be about 30 with a thin build (as best I could see under her winter jacket and the two children on her lap). Her short pulled-back hair and eyeglasses made her look doughtier than her pretty face deserved. Her facial features were so fine and delicate, she could have been a beauty queen or cheerleader. The little girl seemed tired, so Chloe and I squeezed around in the cramped cab and eventually got the kids settled down on my sleeping couch in the back. The kids complained they had to share the small space, and their mom had to tell her son to settle down a few times, but eventually there was a welcome silence and peace of sleeping children. Chloe and I leaned back the seatbacks and chatted some more. It was 10pm and I was tired but Chloe seemed to get a second wind and needed to "talk off" her nervous energy. I got a detailed account of how she had slid off the road, and then a detailed account of her life – the ex, the divorce, the happy days before the divorce, the birth of the kids, etc. By 1 am, she was tired and we both reclined as much as we could and tried to get some sleep. Around 4 am, a passing snowplow woke me up. Chloe too. "Good sign," I said quietly. "Maybe they'll be able to get ahead of it and clear a path so we can get out of here in the morning." "I hope so. I want to get home and get a shower and some sleep. I'm exhausted." "You didn't sleep?" I asked her. "Not much. A cat nap. Too upset, I think. But you did. You snore." I laughed and spent the next few hours listening to her rattle on about her life, her dreams of starting a new one in San Francisco, and getting established in a new place before the kids started kindergarten. I didn't mind listening, and she answered every one of my follow-up questions with lots of intimate information. I dozed off for an hour and woke up at 7 at first light as some snowplows drove by with their snow chains jingling like a Christmas sleigh. Chloe was already awake and staring out at the lightly-falling snow. "Looks like it's letting up a bit. Maybe we can get a tow-truck up here and pull your car out, and we can all get on our way," I said optimistically. "I doubt it, I called on my cell phone before the battery died – you don't have a charger for a Nokia, do you? I didn't think so. Anyway, they said last night they doubted they could get a tow truck up her until late this afternoon, if then. Plus, I doubt it's driveable. The airbags deployed and the hood is crumbled pretty good. The engine wouldn't run. I smelled that fluid smell so I think the radiator is gone." "Yeah, probably. Good thing you had the kids in their car seats," I said, trying to make her feel better. "That's the important thing. But, what do I do now?" I flipped on the radio and we both listened closely to the weather and traffic updates. Everything was closed down and more blizzard conditions were expected for the afternoon and early evening. No let up was expected until the following day. "You said you live in Kingvale, right? That's not that far. I've seen snowplows go by and it looks like one lane is open. Maybe if we go real slow we can get you and your kiddies to the Kingvale exit." "Oh that'd be great. We could walk from the exit. I live on Donner Pass Road just west of town – if you can call it a town – less than a mile from the highway. We could walk it. Oh, that would be so great if you could." I told her I had some granola bars and other snacks in one of the cabinets in back and the four of us had a quick, makeshift breakfast of sorts before slowly pulling back onto the road. It had snowed enough since the last plowing, that it was hard to see where the lanes were. But the guardrails gave me the ability to approximate, and at 5 mph, not much can go wrong. Chloe let out a "Yeah!" when she saw the 1 mile exit sign ahead. As I approached the Kingvale exit, all I could see through the blowing snow were flashing lights of cop cars, tow trucks, and other highway and emergency vehicles. I crept up and could see they had the road closed off ahead. A truck had jackknifed. A cop waved me onto the exit ramp and had me stop. I rolled down my window. "Didn't think anybody would be coming this way. We held all traffic at Donner. Where you coming from?" the cop shouted up to me. "We were at the brake check area back there. This lady's car went off the road and it's buried in a snowbank. She lives just up the road a ways. I'm driving her home." "Okay, be careful. The side roads aren't plowed." I inched onto Donner Pass Road, looking for a safe place to pull over, but snowbanks limited my choices, so I kept driving. "Where's your house?" "About a mile up ahead. There's a convenience store just before it. Maybe you can pull in and turn around in the lot. We can walk from there." But when I pulled into the unplowed parking lot, I knew it was a mistake. I had gotten them close to home, but now I was stuck and going nowhere anytime soon. She looked at me sheepishly. "Sorry." "It's okay. I can wait it out. I'm always prepared for this kind of weather. I'll be fine, but are you okay walking home in this snow? None of you have boots or winter clothes on. "We're fine. It's right up there. You can almost see it. The yellow building up there?" She gathered up her kids and all their things, and thanked me profusely, then suddenly paused. "We can't leave you here by yourself. Walk up with us. I'll make you some coffee. Might as well wait it out in the house than here. You can nap on the couch, take a shower, and let me make you a nice home-cooked meal. It's the least I can do." "Sure, okay." The little two-bedroom cottage was modest, not much bigger than an RV trailer. The kitchen was tiny and the living room had a couch and a TV and not much else. The furnishings looked old and worn but the place looked and smelled clean. The hot shower felt good and the soft towels luxurious, but I hated to put my same clothes back on. I had more clothes in the truck but didn't want to go out in the snow. The food was good, the couch was comfortable, but the TV in that rural mountainous part of the state got poor reception, so the kids played and Chloe and I passed the afternoon chatting. I saw her look at my hand and notice my wedding band. She asked about my life and I filled her in. After a nice dinner and some boring kid's TV on the only channel that came in good, Chloe put the kids to bed. Then, she collapsed into the opposite end of the couch and we talked about whether I thought her car could be repaired or if she would have to buy a new one. That led to a talk about money (the lack of it) and the loneliness of mountaintop rural living. That led to an intimate discussion about our absentee sex lives, and ended with the two of us staring silently at one another for several long awkward moments. I wanted to make a move on her so bad, but I didn't know how and didn't dare. Finally, I suggested that she looked cold, and invited her to come over closer and snuggle up against me. She didn't hesitate and lay her head against my upper chest and I wrapped my arm around her back. I rubbed gently and lovingly. I could feel every hard bump of each vertebrae and could've counted her ribs. All we would have needed was a roaring fire, but no. We talked softly, and I told her how nice she felt – how nice it was to hold a woman in my arms again – that it had been a long time. She said "me too," and cuddled closer and hugged me a bit tighter. "You smell nice. Like my soap," she said softly. "It's kind of flowery and girly smelling isn't it?" "I like it," she said. "You would. It's yours. But it's not very manly." "Yeah." She chuckled softly. "You're a good man, Joe. A really good man. A great listener. And my hero. You saved our lives." I was about to protest and get all humble and what not, but instead I lifted her chin and looked into her beautiful eyes. I leaned down and kissed her. Happily, she kissed back. Soon, we were making out like a pair of horny teenagers on her couch. We exchanged deep tongue kisses, and my hand wandered over her breasts. I kissed her neck and slid my hand under her t-shirt and gently groped her tits over the top of her thin sports bra. The stretchy fabric pinned and flattened her breasts against her chest, but the stiff pencil eraser bumps of her nipples told me she was aroused by what we were doing. Several minutes later, after we kissed some more I slid my hand inside the sports bra, and I ran my fingertips over the soft skin of her tit. She stopped me, took me by the hand and stood up. "C'mon," was all she said. She led me to the bedroom, tiptoeing past the children's room whose door was slightly ajar. She closed her bedroom door behind us and I sat on the bed while she rummaged through a drawer, finally saying 'aha' and pulling out a foil-wrapped condom. She lay the rubber on the nightstand, and then took off her eyeglasses and put them on the nightstand too. She turned and began peeling off her T-shirt. I pulled my own off so fast, I had mine off first. The I rapidly pulled off my white, sleeveless A-shirt and unbuckled my pants. I stripped down to my skivvies but without ever taking my eyes off the amazing sight of that lovely young woman slowly and gradually revealing her body to me in the dim light of her tiny bedroom. Wearing only her sports bra and bikini panties, she looked amazing. Tall, lean, and athletic. Flat abdomen, decent-sized breasts, and the broad ass and wide hips characteristic of someone who had birthed two babies. I was a bit ashamed to display my soft middle-aged body by comparison. I used to be in pretty good shape -- when I was ten years younger. Now, at 38, I had a bit of a beer belly, pale white skin that hadn't seen suntan lotion in a few years, and a receding hairline with slight patches of silver at the temples making me look prematurely gray. She climbed on the bed and lay on her back. Then she reached over and handed me the condom. "I've only got one of these. Better make it count." I planned to. I sure as hell planned to. I slid my skivvies off my feet and lay down next to her. My erection was already full and aching. I turned to her and began kissing her gently. Mouth. neck, ear lobes, mouth again, chin, and then slowly and gently kissed my way all around her beautiful face – her nose, eyelids, forehead, cheeks and chin, and ending once again back at her responsive lips. As we tongue-kissed, my hand swept down to her breast and massaged it through the thin stretchy fabric of her sports bra. My hand slid under it and groped as our tongues intertwined. To get at the nipple, I pushed the bra upward and out of the way, but the stretchy material kept sliding back. Chloe sat up, and pulled it off and lay back down. My kisses started again at her neck and slowly, inch by inch made their way down her upper chest to those little brown nubs sitting erect and ready on her sweet mounds. I sucked each one into my mouth as she laid her head back, closed her eyes and sighed lightly with each tug. For twenty minutes, I sucked, gnawed, massaged, swirled, bit, tugged, and licked her nipples while she smiled and relished the gentleness of my touch. I made love to her sweet tits as if they were the only part of her body I'd ever be allowed to enjoy. But then it was time to move lower. My fingertips made the trek first, leaving the wonderful nipples and tracing a light trail over her rib cage, down onto her belly, and swirling tight soft circles around her navel. I continued to kiss her breast while my hand inched lower, floating and barely grazing the skin as it moved. My fingers climbed the slight mound of her pubis and rode down into a mat of close-trimmed hair that only partially hid the luscious pussy lips I was headed for. As my finger brushed the top of the groove, I felt her legs widen apart to give me better access. My finger slid between the soft slot between her swollen outer lips, swiping the dewy moisture between them. My fingertip found her clit – engorged, hard and sensitive. She shuddered when I grazed it. I sucked a breast into my mouth and slowly and lightly slid my teeth along the stretched nipple as it slipped back out of my lips. My finger toyed with her clit and she let out the first of many deep moans. Finally, almost reluctantly, my tongue abandoned her sweet breasts and began a southward trek, following the same path my fingers had forged several minutes earlier. She moaned when I licked circles around her navel and sucked in a deep breath when my tongue crossed over her mound and entered the triangle of short pubic hair. By the time my tongue reached its tiny target, her body was arched off the bed, elevating her hips slightly to meet my feather-light kisses. I crawled into the wide V-shaped space between her splayed legs. Starting at the inner knees I kissed my way up her inner thighs, first one leg, then the other. Then, I scooped my arms under each leg and lifted her thighs over my shoulders so my face was inches from her musky-smelling pussy. I approached slowly to tease her. My thumbs pulled her cunt lips apart slightly, revealing her pink button and inner folds. A quick flick of my tongue made her body shake. More quick licks and she trembled and moaned softly with each one. I teased her with slightly stronger and faster licks, until I finally clamped my lips down on it and sucked the tiny hardness into the front of my mouth. I licked and licked as her moans grew. Her womanly scent and wet juices emanated from inside her as I kissed and licked her. I built her up slowly, then, when her head began thrashing from side to side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut, I gave it to her. I slid my long finger up into her vagina at the same time I was flicking the tip of my tongue just under the top of her engorged clit. Her body arced 6 inches off the bed and her pussy mashed itself into my face. A muted scream escaped her lips. She shuddered and shook as if someone was trying to wake her from a deep sleep. A loud exhale, a deep moan, and then she arched again when my tongue brushed her clit again, another muted cry, and a collapse. For the next 15 seconds I licked her through her orgasm until she finally collapsed for good and groaned in a way that indicated she was done and could take no more. She lay there, chest heaving, moaning and exhaling loudly. Trucker’s Earlier Luck Ch. 01 I didn't let her recover for long. Within minutes I was licking all around the valleys where her outer pussy lips met her inner thighs. I could tell it was a sensitive spot because she moaned softly. But when I gradually slid my tongue back to her clit, it was as if she was already half-way to orgasm. She pulled my head into her crotch, indicating she wanted me to lick and suck it harder and rougher, so I did. Within 60 seconds, I had her writhing, arching, moaning, and flailing her head from side to side. Within another 60 seconds, I brought her over the top to another intense culmination, as strong and violent as the previous one. This time she collapsed onto the mattress and pulled my head up to her face. "Kiss me," she whispered, and we tongue-kissed for five long, slow minutes. Then I held her in my arms for several more minutes. It was such an erotic experience, my cock was still standing rock hard and ready, and she soon had my swollen member in her fist. She slid her hand along its length slowly and lovingly. I rolled onto my back when I felt her move her body lower. She had decided to return the favor of my slow gentle trek across the flesh. She kissed her way gradually down to my crotch as she gave me the sweetest handjob I had had in years. When she crossed my pubic area, I half expected her to slide past it, and to tease me as I had teased her. But she surprised me by moving straight down and swallowing the head of my cock and clamping down tightly with her lips. Her tongue flicked the head and swept repeatedly over the tip. The feeling is indescribable. It's got to be one of the most powerful feelings of joy, elation, and pleasure a human being can experience on this earth. Her lips and the outer part of her mouth remained clamped tightly in place over the bulb at the end of my cock almost as if they were glued together. The only things that moved, were the fist that slowly but roughly tugged the skin of my shaft upward, and the tongue inside her mouth that flicked the end of my dick. I was so aroused and so overwhelmed, waves of pleasure rippled from my cockhead all the way through my entire body. It was so good, regrettably, I didn't last long. From my moans, groans, and deep breaths, she sensed my coming. Instead of moving her face aside or speeding up, she froze her lips under the rim and kept slowly tugging upward on my shaft at a slow but rougher pace. I felt my balls surging. Her fist gave a long hard tug upward on my shaft as if trying to yank the cum out of me into her waiting mouth. She got her wish. I exploded. My body shook and convulsed with each blast of cum and wave of pleasure. It went on and on and then slowly eroded. But she kept tugging and sucking, swallowing as fast as I could deposit my sperm, until I was spent. My head fell back on the pillow, and she came up for a breath of air. She moved up and lay her head on my heaving chest and waited for the last ripples of joy from my orgasm to fade away. She idly played with my softening member with her hand as I reached around her back and pulled her body tight against me. I felt like I was in heaven. Such peace and sense of satisfaction. She whispered, "I hope we didn't wake the kids. I think we were both pretty loud." I looked at the closed door. "So far, so good.... Thanks, that was absolutely amazing... Incredible." "Thank YOU. In fact, thank you TWICE. You're a very wonderful and gentle lover. It was amazing for me, too." I held her a long time, as she cooed and played with my wet, soft cock, gently rocking it and massaging my balls. It took awhile but my manhood began to respond to her persistent and playful handling and became semi-erect. "Hand me back that condom I gave you before," she said. I reached over and handed it to her, hoping she wasn't changing her mind about using it. To my delight, she tore it open and took it out. Then she repositioned herself with her face in my crotch and began feeding my cock into her mouth and pulling on it insistently. It only took a few more moments of sucking and hand stroking to bring me to full arousal. Then, she rolled the condom onto me and began stroking my shaft downward to stretch the latex evenly over it. She seemed to know what she wanted to do so I lay still and let her reposition herself back where she had been before, never letting go of my shaft. She kissed me, hard and deep. As our tongues meshed she kissed even harder and more passionately. Then, in a surprising show of strength she took hold of my shoulders and rolled me over on top of her, and looked up into my eyes. "I want to feel you inside me." I didn't need to be asked twice. I started to slide my hips around to get my cock into position, but I felt her hand take charge. She took it and guided me home, I felt the tip press into the groove between her moist lips and once aimed, all I had to do was push in. I was surprised how wet and lubricated she was. She was really small and tight down there but I slid right in. I began stroking slowly but each time my cock reached bottom, she groaned loudly and dug her fingernails into my back. I lifted my hips a bit and pushed into her a bit harder than before. "Yeah, that's it." She mumbled. So, I pulled back and pushed in a bit harder. "Uhh yeah" I did it again - slightly harder. Her whole body shook with each forceful thrust. "Yes,.oh yeah..." She obviously wanted it rough so I slammed harder, almost too hard, but she didn't seem to mind a bit, and indicated she wanted more. "Fuck me. ....Fuck me, Joe. ....Fuck me." I admit I was a bit surprised by her aggressiveness. Not that I minded. It was just that she had seemed so meek and almost-matronly before. Now she was wanton and eager to be taken. I was happy to provide the service. With each stroke, I slammed into her faster and harder. It sure felt good to me, and based on the groans and encouraging words she was mumbling, it seemed like it felt good to her, too. I lifted myself up off her and onto my arms and knees so I could get an even better angle to thrust into her. Every time I thought I was thrusting too harshly, she seemed to want even more, so I really gave it to her. Her body shook violently with each slam. My balls slapped her ass cheeks. Pretty soon, I was sweating and banging away at her so brutally, an observer might have thought I was raping her. But her grunts and thrashing head movements made it clear she wanted every bit of my sexual energy. I knew I couldn't keep it up much longer and felt my orgasm starting to well up. She arched up sharply after a particularly hard slam of my cock and her entire body shook from the slam. Then I felt her pussy muscles convulsing and squeezing my cock. She came in a long glorious spasm of ecstasy. Then she loudly exhaled the deep breath she had been holding and collapsed back on the bed. Her fingers slid behind my ass cheeks and she yanked my hips forward, impaling herself with my penis. Her fingernails dug into the soft flesh of my butt and she pulled me as deep as my cock would reach. By then I was ready to cum, too. I began stroking again and seconds later I felt my cum erupt from the tip of my cock. When she felt me cumming, she grabbed my ass, and slammed my cock deep into her and held it there until the last few drops had squirt out and our strength was gone. I eased my weight down on top of her gently and she bear-hugged me in a strong embrace – the two of us breathing hard and exhausted. I didn't think it was possible," I told her,"but that was even more amazing." "I liked it too," she said softly. I rolled off her when I felt my cock shrinking, and reached down to grasp the condom as I pulled out. After a quick walk to the bathroom to dump it, I got back in bed with her and held her and stroked her back and her shoulders gently until she fell asleep in my arms. ---------------------------------- I awakened well before dawn, and Chloe was still in a half-embrace. Her arm crossed my chest and her crotch rode my left thigh. Her breathing was soft and rhythmic. I looked at my watch. Almost 6 am. I lifted her off me as gently as I could and headed for the bathroom. I had to pee bad. When I came back to the bedroom, she had my underpants in her hand, holding them out to me with a sad face. "I guess you're getting ready to leave?" "Actually, no," I said. "I just had to pee. It's stopped snowing out there, but there's no need to rush off. Not when I could be holding a beautiful girl like you." Her face brightened. I smiled and she dropped my underwear and lifted a corner of the bed sheet high in the air, inviting me to join her. Her entire luscious body was fully exposed – her sweet tits, and that dark triangle I couldn't wait to explore again. We embraced and kissed. "I thought you were gonna rush off and leave me... I was hoping I could convince you to have some breakfast before you go." "Sure, but food isn't exactly what I had in mind. I was hopin' for maybe some good 'ol wake-up sex." She smiled broadly. "I'll be right back." She used the bathroom and came out smelling of fresh toothpaste and soap, with freshly-brushed hair. Then, standing next to the bed stark naked, she stopped and let me ogle her. Then she looked down at me, half covered by the sheet. She got her eyeglasses and put them on. "Let me see," she asked me. "I want to see it." "My cock??" I asked with some surprise. "Yes, I want to see it." She sat on the edge of the bed as I pulled back the covers. She took it lovingly in her hand and toyed with the soft flesh. "It's so small when it's like this and so big when it's aroused. It's amazing. I find men's penises amazing. It's so small and soft right now. It's so cute. I can hardly believe this is the same stiff object that was giving me so much pleasure last night." "Keep playing with it like that and it'll soon be stiff again and ready for another go at it." Her eyebrows rose playfully. "That'd be nice." And she started to stroke it to get me hard. My body reacted right away. "Oh wait," she said after stopping suddenly. "We don't have any more condoms. Unless you have some." "No, I wasn't really expecting this...." I muttered. Her face looked as disappointed as I am sure mine did. "I have a suggestion," I said. "What?" "I have a whole bunch of suggestions. Sixty-nine of them in fact." It took her a second, then she smiled wickedly, and immediately began crawling toward me on hands and knees. With her feet on the pillow, she swung her body over me until her face was in my crotch and her pussy was just above my chin. You mean like this?" she asked. "Exactly," I said just before she lowered her body down to bring her pussy in contact with my face. I reached up and grabbed both of her ass cheeks. I pushed and pulled her hips up and down as my tongue did its best to make her cum as hard as she had done the night before. She held her head back for a minute or two, relishing the powerful sensations of my tongue against her clit, then she leaned down, rested on one elbow, and took my cock in her hand. She tugged a few times, then engulfed the bulbous head. Just like the night before, she held my cockhead just inside the front of her mouth, lips clamped down tightly around the rim, swishing the tip with her fast moving tongue. It was unbelievable – it felt so great I almost forgot to lick her pussy until I felt it sweep my face. I am several inches taller than Chloe, but she has a long torso and I have long legs. Our bodies matched perfectly. My tongue reached straight out and kissed the top of her slit, and my hard cock was comfortably sliding right in and out of her mouth. As I approached my orgasm, she sucked and pumped faster and harder, trying to force me to blast my cum up into her throat. She abandoned the suck-and-hold method and her mouth went a bit deeper with each stroke. Soon she was deep-throating me. My cock touched the back of her palate a few times, and then suddenly began to gush its warm liquids. She sucked and swallowed and I felt I wanted to collapse from the pleasure. But her crotch was still in my face and she had a way to go to match me. I gave her my best oral technique for a few more minutes and built her up good. I took hold of her and rolled her over onto her back. Then I really went down on her. I licked and sucked savagely and she loved it. I slid one finger into her cunt as I licked the clit. She was wet and sloppy. Then a second finger. A few more hard rough licks across her clit was all it took to push her over. She arched and thrashed as if she had been electrocuted, sucking in a deep breath, and then letting it out slowly in a long soft 30-second "aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I crawled up over her and lowered myself down on top of her gently, embracing her the way I knew she liked. She closed her eyes and seemed to be in a dream state for several minutes, then she opened her eyes and smiled with gentleness and gratitude. You're a wonderful lover, Joe. You really are. I'm sorry if I was kind of... .... ...." "What? What are you apologizing about? That was fantastic. It couldn't have been better." "I'm sorry if I was ... too aggressive? I haven't had sex in a very long time, and I hope... I mean. I hope you don't mind if I was a bit .. exuberant?" I laughed. "Hell no! I loved it. Everyone should be as free as you are in bed. I like a woman who knows what she wants and can take as well as she gives. It's one of the best nights of my life." "It's morning," she corrected me. "So it is." "Want some breakfast? The kids will be getting up soon. They're young but maybe they should find you on the couch." "Sure, no problem. Okay if I shower first?" After cleaning up and enjoying a great pancake and sausage breakfast and plenty of strong coffee, I said goodbye to her and her kids and headed for the door. I turned around and dropped my eyes to the floor. "I know maybe this isn't the best time to ask you this," I stammered. "But I drive I-80 all the time. I go past here usually once a week, and your house is right off the exit. I was wondering if maybe I could call you, and maybe stop by sometimes?" The kids acted disinterested, but Chloe's face lit up just ever so slightly. She turned and wrote something on a scrap of note paper and handed it to me. "It's my cell. Reception here in the mountains can be spotty, but call anytime. I'd love to hear from you. .. I'd love to see you again." I smiled. "You will." Trucker’s Earlier Luck Ch. 02 This is the second part of a two-part story. It won't make much sense unless you read the first part first. It is categorized under erotic couplings, but includes Chloe's story about group sex, including some non-consent. --------------------------- I saw Chloe again the following week. After I dropped the trailer, I drove to her house and enjoyed a nice dinner but I couldn't wait for her to put her kids to bed. They are great kids but I am just not into kids. But I sure was "into" Chloe. Literally and figuratively. It was great to see her (and feel her) again. The affair was exciting. We became regular lovers over the next six months. It continued even after she found another boyfriend who also shared her bed occasionally. I didn't really mind. I could only see her a couple of times a month, and that wasn't enough to fill Chloe's strong sexual appetite. Plus, I was married then, so we weren't exclusive -- there was no future for us a couple, so she eventually went on to greener pastures, but not before we shared many wonderful nights together. But I want to tell you about a couple of experiences we shared and a little bit about Chloe's background. Several times during the first few months I knew her, I tried to get Chloe to tell me about parts of her past such as why her marriage broke up. But she refused, saying she didn't want to lose me. Eventually I got her to open up. Chloe had grown up in an extremely strict Mormon household until she got out from under her parents' obsessive control at age 18. She had a very sheltered childhood, attending Mormon schools and spending all of her free time in church-related activities. Her high school had only 45 students in the whole school - all girls. There was only one classroom, so they didn't change classes. They sat still and different teachers came in to teach different subjects. She was not allowed to date and had almost no opportunities to be with boys. She did meet one boy through a church social and kissed him. A teacher caught them, and both were severely punished. Chloe told me she always had a strong sexual appetite, she just didn't recognize it at first. She was young and very naive. By her senior year, Chloe was frustrated and angry with her parents. No dates, no proms, no dances, and her dad was already working on an arranged marriage for her with a Mormon boy she had never even met. Ay her parents' insistence she applied to Brigham Young in Utah, and she pretended she only applied to Chico State in CA as a "fallback," in case she didn't get in. Her grades were good, so her parents never worried, assuming she'd stay close to home and mostly under their control. Fortunately for Chloe, she turned 18 just a week after graduating high school and announced she was going to Chico. Her parents went ballistic. Not only was Chico State not Mormon, it had a rep as a party school. They forbid her to go and threatened to cut her off if she defied them. Chloe contacted the financial aid office and secured a student loan and told her parents she was going to Chico with or without their blessing and money. Her father yelled, screamed, and disowned her, telling her to never come home again if she went off to Chico State. Chloe said she was the most naive student at Chico that fall. Her dorm mate Suzie cold not have been more opposite, but they quickly became fast friends. Chloe was a religious virgin, Suzy was an atheistic nymphomaniac. To illustrate, Suzy had fucked both of the two guys from another dorm who had helped her carry some of her junk up to their dorm room – not one, BOTH of them. It was her way of saying thanks. The very next day Chloe walked in on Suzy fucking the R.A. – a handsome upperclassman whose ass was the first man's ass Chloe had ever seen. All she saw when she opened the door was his ass cheeks bouncing away at Suzy's naked body. He was taking Suzy from behind doggy style on the bed, and they both looked over their shoulder at her when she walked in. "Oh hi, Chloe," she said nonchalantly. "This is Tom, he's the resident assistant for our dorm. He came by to welcome us and we were just getting acquainted." The RA nodded a hello and kept slamming into her, and Suzy kept talking to Chloe as if she had interrupted her putting on make-up rather than having sex. Chloe was flabbergasted and left the room, but soon grew accustomed to seeing and hearing her dorm mate fucking various guys in the next bed just 4 feet away. Chloe said Suzy was a bad influence (or a good one, depending on how you looked at it). When Suzy realized how inexperienced Chloe was, she made it her mission to help her lose her virginity and get her caught up to being age 18 and free. Chloe was too shy to flirt with the guys she was attracted to and didn't know what to do with them even if one asked her out. So Suzy became her tutor. What Chloe didn't see from across the dorm room, Suzy introduced her to via Internet porn. Chloe had never seen porn before, and admitted that she became almost addicted to it for the first couple of weeks she lived in the dorm. Soon, she could have made her own porn. Maybe it was all those years of sexual repression, but once her sex life started, she made up for lost time. Chloe told me her first sexual experience was anti-climactic and she didn't remember much about it. Suzy took her to a party, and Chloe who was also new to alcohol, got drunk. In a half daze, she found herself naked on some guy's bed and feeling something sliding into her vagina. He finished and was zipping up before she had even realized what had happened. He had taken her virginity and she didn't even know the guy's name. She wasn't even sure if he had been the ONLY guy who had sex with her that night. She just didn't remember. Chloe told me that all of the sexual urges she had pushed below the surface for 18 years suddenly unleashed like an explosion. To hell with masturbation. Like Suzy said, why do it yourself when so many guys were willing to do it for you? Soon, she was matching Suzy guy for guy. A couple times, she took Suzy's "leftovers" after she was through with them. The two girls developed quite a rep, and guys from all over campus came by to hit on one or the other or both of them for some quick and easy sex. Often, the two girls each had a sex partner in the opposing beds, which made it a lot easier to put up with the noise and distraction if you were making some moaning and slapping noises yourself. Chloe told me she –I'm using her words now – "sort of went off the deep end." Suzy kept encouraging her to experiment with wilder and wilder sexual adventures. Suzy also gave Chloe a lot of "tips" on how to give blowjobs – hot to please a guy, and promised her she'd get used to the taste, and probably grow to like it as much as she did. What Suzy didn't tell her, Chloe learned by watching and listening. Suzy was completely unabashed and had no qualms about making love to her partners in the bright daylight of many afternoons while Chloe tried to study on the next bed. Chloe was studying all right, but not English Lit. More like anatomy. Suzy actually encouraged her to stay while she fucked guys. She called it "tutoring," and made sure she gave Chloe some valuable sexual training. Oddly, Suzy would often talk to her during it as if they were having lunch or something. Chloe watched Suzy's moves, the positions she used, and then imitated them with her own partners. One time, apparently, a guy rolled off Suzy after a noisy and passionate session of 69, and lay on the bed breathing hard. Suzy had obviously enjoyed it even more than usual and complimented him on his technique. Chloe chimed in and said it had looked and sounded good from over there. Suzy looked over at Chloe and said "Do you want to try him? He's really good." She said Suzy offered her lover as if she was offering Chloe to borrow a sweater or a hairdryer or something. Chloe and the guy both shrugged and said "okay sure, why not?" and he walked over to Chloe so she could suck his cock hard, and then do 69 with him. Suzy watched closely and coached Chloe on what to do. Chloe told me not to take offense and she wasn't not disparaging me as a lover, but said that that guy was the best she had ever had. Over the next week, she and Suzy shared him a few more times, then he moved on. Chloe obviously had a couple of wild years at Chico State, tallying up so many lovers she lost count. I asked her how many she thought she had fucked or blown or both – and asked for a wild approximation, and she hesitated to guess at a number. She said she "probably did half – no, probably only a third of the guys there." That didn't' sound so bad until I looked up Chico on the Internet and found out how many students are enrolled there. I did the math. Then, it was like, oh my god. That's a lot of man meat. She told me that she and Suzy had done their share to keep the condom manufacturers profitable. Apparently, when Chloe told her husband how many lovers she had had, and told him about some of her group sex experiences, things were never the same after that. Things went downhill and they ended up getting divorced. She said she had promised herself never to tell other men about her history, but then she looked at me and shrugged and said "Guess I just did it again. Hope you're not gonna walk out on me now, too." "No. I'm not. But I am going to be sure to use a condom, but no. I'm not going to walk out. If anything, I am turned on." I told her. She was surprised but quite pleased. "You don't have to worry, I've been to the doctor dozens of times and I don't have any diseases. But yeah, condoms are always a good idea, even if I am on the pill." We made love that night - really passionate sex. She gave me a couple of her expert blowjobs (and now I knew where she had learned to be so good). I was very turned on by hearing about all of her previous lovers, and I made sure Chloe enjoyed the sex as much as I did. In fact, once she connected the sharing of her history with me and my resultant arousal and vigorous love-making, she made a point of telling me more of her experiences. Maybe I'm odd, but it was erotic. Now if my wife had told me she had done something like that, I might have been more upset, but hell, Chloe was my fuck-toy and I honestly didn't care who else she fucked – past, present , or future – as long as I got my rocks off. For example, once while we were lying in bed after sex, she told me she had let two guys tie her up, blindfold her, and take turns having sex with her. The guys were brothers a year apart in age and physically very similar. The game was that she had to try to guess which one was fucking her at any given time. Every time she guessed wrong, she had to take another shot of tequila. After an hour, the guessing didn't matter because both guys started doing her at the same time. She told me she liked that kind of thing. After telling me all about it in great detail, we had some more amazing one-on-one sex as I imagined her being bound and double-fucked. And I began thinking about how I might bring another guy into the picture to repeat the fantasy. On my next trip through the area, I stopped by as usual and we went through our usual routine. Chloe made the meatloaf and mashed potatoes I like so much. Even though she was having her period, we went after each other hungrily after she put her kids to bed. It was mostly her giving me oral, and me giving the rest of her body a lot of physical attention. Afterward, we lay in bed, talking and I diddled her cit with a finger while she yammered on and on about mostly boring stuff. But after awhile, I got her close and she stopped talking, began breathing heavily, and let me get her off a couple of times. Then we hugged and rested awhile. "Want to do some more?" she offered with a devilish smile. The woman was insatiable. I declined, saying I was too tired and couldn't get it up again. "Men have no stamina," she teased playfully. "Now women, we can go all night and please a whole football team of partners." "Oh yeah right," I teased back, "If I know you, you probably DID do the whole football team." "Well, no, but something close!" "Really? Tell me about it." She was uncharacteristically reluctant to give me the details, but eventually I coaxed it out of her after swearing on the Bible I wouldn't think bad of her for doing it It was toward the end of her junior year just before she met and starting dating the guy she would eventually marry. She and Suzy had become quite the pair of nymphettes, screwing everything in sight (my description, not hers). Suzy, who was quite well-endowed in the chest department, liked to flash her tits in bars when she had enough to drink. Chloe didn't join in the first several times because her breasts are smaller than Suzy's and she said she was afraid she'd be teased in comparison to Suzy. But eventually, when Chloe got drunk and uninhibited enough, she'd flash or dance topless, too. A couple of times, they went to the Bear (a college bar) and began dancing with one another. One night, when no one approached them for 10 minutes, they both stripped off their tops and danced half-naked for awhile. That got the men's attention in a hurry, and soon dozens of guys were buying them drinks They had so many offers of "dates" (euphemistic requests for sex) neither of them could keep up or choose, so they flirted with all of them all night, being coy, and enjoying having so many guys compete for their affections. Chloe said Suzy disappeared for awhile and had sex with a guy in the men's bathroom stall. He was tall and quite handsome. She gave him a blowjob in a stall, then had sex with him bent over the sink while other guys came in and used the facilities. Chloe didn't do that, but found herself surrounded – almost harassed – by a crowd of mostly frat guys all trying to get her to go home with him. She was glad to see Suzy return and reclaim her barstool. Chloe said it was incredibly exciting and erotic for them to be hit on that way, and she and Suzy lapped it up like thirsty animals at a desert stream. After constant harassment and pressure, Suzy and Chloe tried to narrow it down to just a pair of "winners" in the crowd of sex-seekers to see who would get to take them home and fuck their brains out. The girls gradually narrowed it down to 5 guys, four of whom lived at the same frat house, and two of whom were roommates. Suzy thought it would be fun for them to choose the two roommates, but Chloe was reluctant because Suzy had chosen the better-looking guy and his roomie was nice but kind of kind of dumpy-looking. Chloe's preferred choice was a well-built "footballplayer-type" who was about the same height as her, but very muscular and egotistic. She had asked him if he worked out and he bragged about how much iron he pumped, and showed her his pecs and biceps. She said he was a macho muscle-head type of guy she normally avoided, but at that point, there was only one muscle of his she was interested in. The two guys weren't roommates, but they did live at the same frat house, so Chloe and Suzy ended up going back there together, leaving the others deeply disappointed. But as it turned out, they didn't stay disappointed for long. After Suzy disappeared into her guy's room, Chloe went with her Mr. Macho who woke up and kicked out his sleeping roommate. They then stripped off their clothes and almost attacked one another. They tongue kissed while he groped her tits so hard she almost cried out in pain. Then he rather forcefully shoved her to her knees and stuck his erection in her face. She said she gave him a good one – as good as she could, given how much alcohol she had consumed. He came quickly, and blasted her face and hair with cum. Then he threw her on the bed and as soon as his erection came back, he fucked her fast and roughly. She said no one had ever done it that rough with her before. It was midnight and he had come twice and he had never even tried to get her off at all. He thanked her and tossed her panties at her and said he had to let his roommate back in to get some sleep because they were both driving down to San Diego the next morning to see their girlfriends. Chloe said she was insulted and felt used, so she grabbed her clothes and stormed out of the bedroom which was right off the living room where all the other frat guys she had seen at the bar were hanging out. It was obvious they had all heard her screwing their buddy, and now they had all gotten a good look at her naked. The whole time she was getting re-dressed, they pressured her to stay and wait for Suzy to finish up with HER partner. One guy, who looked sober, promised he would drive then both back to their dorm as soon as she came out, so Chloe waited. But Suzy didn't come out for awhile. They could all hear everything that was going on in the other bedroom. Suzy was still going at it at 3:30am. Meanwhile, the others had plied Chloe with drinks, hoping she might choose a second partner from among the group of very horny guys. When Suzy didn't come out, Chloe let a guy kiss her. After all, the muscle-head guy hadn't made any attempt to satisfy her and she was rather worked up from a night of flirtation and drinking. The other guys sat around watching the action, teasing and taunting them, and begging for a turn to kiss her. So, to quiet them, she agreed to give each guy a kiss. They were long tongue kisses. The second guy she kissed, grabbed her tits. The third one did that even more boldly and then put his hand up inside her top. The fourth one grabbed her tits and pushed a hand down between her thighs. Things progressed from there. She let one guy lift her arms and pull her top over her head. She was still taking turns kissing six different guys, but now they had unrestricted access to her breasts. It went from feeling up her tits to sucking on them. Then she sat topless, chatting with them, and finishing off another glass of beer before resuming the kissing and groping with the only sober guy, the designated driver, who had promised to drive the two girls home. He was a very attentive lover and sucked her nipple while his hand expertly found its way inside the top of her panties and onto her highly-sensitive clit. Within minutes he had her breathing hard, her head back and tossing, moaning and groaning, and then finally cumming – right there on the couch while the other 5 guys watched and hooted. She was still recovering from her orgasm when she felt her pants being tugged off. But she only gave token resistance. A hand was inside her panties and another was grabbing her tit. The finger on her clit quickly got her back to another near-orgasm state and Chloe said she really wanted to feel another one, and didn't object when she felt the guy removing her panties. As soon as Chloe came down from her second orgasm, she was bent over the roll arm of the sofa on her stomach. Someone was behind her and wiping her moisture up and down her crack with his finger. Then, before she knew it, he was inside her. No condom. Bareback. She said she remembered demanding he use a rubber, and she heard someone say he would go and get some from his room, but by the time he got back, the guy had already come (he pulled out at the last minute) and another was moving in to take his place. She said she made the rest of them use rubbers, but she remembered that it wasn't as much fun as she had thought it might been when she had fantasized and masturbated about group sex many times in the past. She told me the real thing was quite impersonal and that she felt like she had an out-of-body experience – watching herself being gangbanged as if she was seeing some other girl on a porn site. While the third guy was screwing her from behind, a fourth walked up to the arm of the sofa and lifted her head until it was positioned to suck his erection. He didn't really give her much choice, and was soon being gangbanged by two at once. The guy in front of her was really thrusting fast and hard and was doing what could only be described as fucking her face. He blew his load into her mouth and another guy immediately took his place, just before the cock in her pussy reached its peak. Trucker’s Earlier Luck Ch. 02 That's when Suzy and her lover came out of the bedroom to check out the sounds of raucous sex coming from the living room, and found Chloe gangbanbging the frat boys two at a time. Suzy watched in amazement as her understudy took "center stage." Chloe was screwing the sober "designated driver" guy doggie-style. When he came, Suzy complimented him on his technique and asked him if he wanted to do it again (to her) if he could get himself hard again. He said it might take him awhile, so other guys offered to fill in, and to no one's surprise, Suzy grabbed a guy who was stroking his erection and pulled him up to her. "Looks like this one's ready," she said. Suzy got down on her hands and knees on the floor next to her, and just like Chloe, began sucking a cock at one end and getting fucked at the other. There they were, the two of them, side-by-side, getting doubled-fucked by the frat boys. I asked Chloe about the details of the rest of the gangbang but she said she lost track of things after awhile. She said that she remembered that two other frat brothers walked in, drunk as skunks after a night of drinking and debauchery, and that they quickly stripped down and joined in on the action. By that time, Chloe said she had no idea who was fucking her or whose cock was in her mouth. She had no idea how many blowjobs she had given or how many times she had been screwed. No one did anal, but she said she thinks they ran out of rubbers long before they ran out of stamina. All she really remembered was that the sun was up as they were driven back to the dorm, and both girls slept the entire next day and woke up sore and hung-over. Chloe told me she looks back on it with a mixture of emotions. Part of her feels bad about it and feels she let herself be used and practically gang-raped. But she freely admitted she had consented to most of it, and once it was over and the soreness passed, she felt it was just another of her unique sexual adventures, and that it wasn't really that big of a deal. It was a lot of sex, yes. But the only thing different about it was that it had happened with so many partners in one place and in such a short time frame. She told it this way: "Both Suzy and I had banged a lot of guys before and after that night. The fact that we did a week's worth in a single night, was really no big thing. So, I guess I never expected my husband to get so upset when I told him about it. I mean, he asked and MADE me tell him. He already knew I'd had a lot of lovers. I guess maybe he didn't know HOW many when he married me, but he knew it was a lot. Plus, HE had a lot of partners too and I never gave him a hard time about HIS sexual history. But, once I told him about that night at the frat house, things were never the same between us." "I still think he's a jerk for leaving a woman as beautiful and sexually free as you, not to mention two wonderful kids," I said. "It doesn't bother you to hear about it?" "No, in fact, I'm turned on. Take a look." I flipped back the bedsheet and showed her the raging hard-on I was sporting. We put it to good use. Her head was in my lap instantly. I closed my eyes and felt her mouth encircle the head and clamp down tightly around the rim with her lips. Her fist tugged upward hard on my shaft. By that time in our relationship, Chloe knew just what to do to please me. She gave me just what I was hoping for – one of her amazing blowjobs, and an orgasm that went on and on. I hated to leave the next morning. We had been up so late the night before, talking and having sex, we only had time for one quick round of wake-up sex, and if we hadn't heard her kids stirring in the next room, might have had 69 for breakfast. I dressed quickly without even time for a shower and got back in the truck and headed off. I didn't see her again for another two weeks, but when you're driving long haul, you have a lot of time to daydream about things. I imagined in my mind's eye every moment of that frat house gangbang, and could almost envision my sweet Chloe's body on the couch with those horny young men. I got myself off thinking about it some more as I lay in bed alone, thinking of her.