22 comments/ 95350 views/ 62 favorites Commercial Company By: River Otter Deftly backing the trailer into the spot where the guard said to, I climb down from the tractor, unlatch the fifth wheel, disconnect the air and electrical lines, and lower the landing gear. "Damn," I mutter, looking at the darkening sky, "I hope it doesn't start to rain!" Climbing back in the cab, I pick up the satellite unit I use to communicate with the company. "Dropped at the lot", I send them. "I'm about out of hours today, and I'd like to go get a shower and some dinner. Think you can find me something for tomorrow?" I start to do a little paperwork, and the "Incoming Message" light on the satellite unit lights up. "No problem," reads the reply. "Enjoy your dinner." I put the paperwork down, release the brakes and ease the big Fruitliner into gear. "Goin' to dinner," I tell the guard at the gate, "See ya' later!" I turn onto the street, hit the interstate, and in fifteen minutes I'm over at the truck stop. I find a parking spot in the middle row, and shut the truck off. I throw a clean shirt, my toiletries, and some clean socks and underwear into my travel bag. Looking out the window, I can see that the clouds have increased, and it's going to rain in a little while. I head into the truck stop and get a quick shower. After I get cleaned up, I go have some dinner – meatloaf again – and check out the TV lounge. Nothing worth watching on the television, so I guess I'll go back out to the truck, and maybe play a few games on my laptop computer. The rain has started, and its gotten colder. It'll be a good night for crawling under the blankets and sleeping like a log. Dodging the pouring rain as best as I can, I finally make it to the truck. I change out of my clothes into my sleepwear – a pair of baggy cotton shorts, and a T-shirt. I set the laptop on the steering wheel, turn it on, and turn on the overhead light so I can see the keyboard. I play a couple games of Spades, but I've beaten the computer so many times, it's not fun anymore. Suddenly, there's a tap-tap-tap on the door. Startled by the noise, I look down, and there's a young girl standing between the trucks. "Yeah?" I say, as I roll down the window. "Looking for some company?" as she smiles at me. "Hmmm..." I think to myself, "Some nookie for dessert." "Get in," I say, as I open the door, "Let's talk about it." As she climbs up into the cab, I move the computer out of the way and she slides into the driver's seat. I get a better look at her under the light; young - maybe late teens, or early twenties - dark brown hair, dark eyes, and very pretty. She hasn't been worn out by a life of hustling like some of the women I've seen at the truck stops. She's maybe 5' 10" tall, and soaking wet. "Here," as I hand her a towel. "Dry yourself off." "Thanks," she beams. "I appreciate it. Are you interested in some company tonight?" "Maybe. You're not a cop, are you?" I ask. "Hell no!" she replies, as she unzips her jacket. She opens up her jacket, hikes her sweatshirt up over her round tummy, lifts up her bra and shows me two of the biggest tits I've seen in a long time. Nice large titties with big brown areola, and nipples that are sticking straight out, just begging to be sucked on. "You're not a cop, are you?" she asks me, as she lowers her shirt. "No, just a lonely trucker," as I slide the leg of my shorts to the side so she can see my cock. "Good!" she smiles. "Well, are you interested?" "Whattya charge?" I ask. "Depends on whatcha want," she replies. "How 'bout a half-and-half?" She looks at me incredulously. "Me being pregnant doesn't bother you?" "No. I like pregnant women, they're soft and squishy." "I haven't been with anyone in ages, no one wants me since I got fat," she utters. "I usually charge $75, but you seem nice, so I'll only charge you $60." She stares at me intently with her big brown eyes and warns me, "But you gotta be gentle!" "Okay," I say, smiling at her. "Not a problem." Reaching into my little medicine box in the cabinet, I grab a pill bottle, open it, and pop a little blue "Vitamin V" in my mouth. "What's that? Viagra?" "Zantac," I lie. "Heartburn. I had meatloaf for dinner, and it's giving me heartburn." I put the pill bottle back, and get a couple of pictures of my favorite President – Ulysses S. Grant - out of my secret stash. "All I've got is this," I say. "Got any change?" "No, I don't," she frowns. "C'mon," I think to myself. "You want the money, what are you gonna do?" "If you want, I could spend a little extra time with you, maybe an hour or so. Maybe get you off twice... if you think you can!" she says, smiling at me. Easier than shooting fish in a barrel. Show them the money, and let them make the offer. "Well... okay," I say. "That'll work." "Good!" she says, taking the $50's and putting them in her purse. "My name's Lexus, what's yours?" "Lexus? C'mon, what's your real name?" as I pull the curtains closed around the windshield and put my road atlas over the glass in the lower right door. Now we're alone, no one can see in. "Jennifer," she says. "Lexus is what I go by when I'm dancing." "You're a dancer?" "Yeah, I used to dance at 'J. T.'s Pussycat Lounge' up off of Northside Expressway," she says. "Know where it is?" "I've seen the billboards for it, but I've never been there," I tell her. "It's not a bad place, it's okay, I guess. I made good money, but after I started to show, they wouldn't let me dance anymore. I was waiting tables and tending bar, but the manager got into a big argument with my asshole boyfriend last week, and he told me to come back after I had the baby. Gotta make money somehow." she shrugs. "So, what's your name?" "'Seadog' is what they call me on the CB," I say. "My real name's Ricky," as I offer her my hand. "Where are ya' from, Ricky?" she inquires as she clasps my hand. "Reno," I lie, as I slide back on the bunk and slip off my shorts and T-shirt. "How 'bout you?" "A little town just outside of Knoxville", she says as she removes her jacket. "I left there when I was 18, I couldn't stand it anymore. Haven't been back since. It's been a little over five years ago." She steps out of her jeans, and pulls her shirt off over her head. She stands before me in all of her pregnancy, big tummy, big titties, and a pair of lacy navy-blue panties and bra. "How far along are you?" I ask, as she reaches around to undo her bra. "25 weeks yesterday," she says, as she lets her tits swing free. "My titties have gotten so big," she complains. "I've gained two sizes in the last month. I used to be a 40-D before I got pregnant, now I'm a 44-DD!" I watch as she removes her panties, and her snatch comes into view. A lush, dark brown forest springs to light, a nicely trimmed Mohawk. A low whistle escapes my lips. "I kept it like this when I danced," she smiles, as she fluffs her bush. "A lot of guys liked it." "Me too, it looks nice." "Thanks!" as she kneels between my legs, and lies down beside of me. "Shhhhh... listen... hear the rain?" The rain is pouring down even harder, and making pitter-patter noises as it hits the roof of the sleeper. A relaxing, comforting, almost romantic sound. I grab a candle in a glass ashtray that I keep for moments like this. I light the candle, put it on the nightstand, and turn off the overhead lights. Suddenly, there's a ringing noise - "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP". She gets to her feet, and grabs a cell phone out of her purse. "Yeah," she says. "I'm busy, I'll call you later." I can hear a male voice on the other end, but I can't make out what he's saying. "I said I'll call you later!" and she hangs up the phone. "Son of a bitch, miserable fuckin' bastard! I wish he'd leave me alone!" "Lemme guess... boyfriend?" "Yeah. Ever since he knocked me up, he thinks he owns me. Always checkin' up on me – where am I, who am I with, when will I be home... fuck him! I wish he'd go away!" I just look at her and give her a sad half-smile. Nothing I can say to her – life is what you make it. "Oh well," she sighs as she lays back down. "You smell good, what are you wearing?" "Old Spice," I say. A lot of girls like Old Spice, it makes them think of their father or their grandfather, back when they were young and innocent. "I like it!" she says as she begins to kiss my nipples. "My grandpa used to smell like that." "I know," I think to myself. "Everyone's grandpa smelled like that." Jennifer slowly works her way down from my nipples to my navel, to my thighs, kissing, nibbling, and licking, while avoiding my cock. She works her way closer to my throbbing cock and gently blows on the head. Her cool breath makes it twitch with anticipation, while a trickle of pre-cum begins to ooze out of the tip. I put my hand on her shoulder, not to push her on, just to feel the touch of her skin. I run my hand down her arm, around the front, and begin to stroke her left tit, which is hanging above my leg. I rub her pendulous breast, and slide my hand over to her nipple. I begin to gently play with the nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. "Easy, they're tender," she whispers. Her cool breath is making my cock throb with desire, and I wish she'd wrap her lips around it. Almost as if she can read my mind, she sticks her tongue out, and licks my prick from the base to the tip. "Like that?" "Oh, yeah!" I gasp, as I gently rub her nipple. "That's great!" Again she licks my cock, base to tip. And again, and again, and again, like it's a big come-filled peppermint stick. This curvy vixen is fully aware of what she's doing to me, and she loves every moment of it. Finally, she pops the head of my prick into her mouth, and begins bobbing her head up and down, while swirling her tongue around the tip. The sensation is incredible, and my toes are starting to curl! "Ohhhhhh..." as a moan escapes my lips. "That feels so good..." She keeps bobbing her head up and down, up and down, and tickling the tip with her tongue. Every so often, she stops and licks the shaft base to tip like it's her big lollipop, and begins to suck it some more. This is so good, I wish it would last forever. An idea comes to mind... "Wait a minute," I say, as I stand up. "Here, try this..." I'm standing along the bunk, with my cock pointing at her mouth. Jennifer gets the hint, and picks up where she left off – bobbing her head and swirling her tongue on my cock. I reach down and begin to gently rub both of her titties, feeling their heavy weight in my hands. I lightly tug on the nipples, and feel them begin to harden. She takes one hand, wraps it around the base of my throbbing cock, and begins to jack me off. She takes her other hand and gently runs her fingernails over my balls. The feeling is becoming intense, and I feel the familiar tightening in my nut sack. "Oh God, I'm gonna come, gonna come, oh yeah, yeah, here it is!" as I feel my orgasm begin. "Come on my titties!" she says as she pulls her lips off of my cock. "Shoot it on my titties!" But before she can aim my cockhead at her titties, the first blast rockets its way out of the tip, and hits Jennifer in her Cupid's bow. Hot, white jizz streams off of her lips, runs down her chin, and drips onto her titties. She lifts up her titties with her left hand, and keeps jacking me off onto her boobs with the other. "Shoot it on me!" she demands lewdly. "Come on my titties!" Another spurt, and another, and another shoot their way out of my cock and onto her gigantic bosom. "Ungggggghhhh..." is all I can say, while she feverishly jacks my shaft, trying to milk out every last drop of come. Her hand is lubricated with my jizz, and she's sliding it up and down my twitching stalk for all she's worth. "Ungggggghhhh..." as my eyes roll back in my head. Finally the spurts stop, and figuring she's drained my balls of all they've got, she stops sliding her hand on my shaft. "Oh God, that was great!" I pant. My knees are weak, and it's all I can do to stand. My eyes regain their focus, and I look down at her. Her titties are covered with jizz, and she's licking the come off of her lips. "You came a bucketful," as she begins to rub my come into her tits. She sees me looking as her quizzically, and says "It's good for the skin, prevents stretch marks," as she keeps rubbing my jizz into her titties. "Man-made skin lotion, eh?" I say, grinning. "I didn't know that." She says nothing, just keeps massaging my come into her tits. After it's all gone, she looks at me with her big mahogany eyes and says, "Well, ya' ready for more, or are you too pooped to pop?" "Gimme a minute," I say, still regaining my composure. "I'm not the young pup I used to be." "Okay. Mind if I smoke?" "You shouldn't smoke while you're pregnant. Let me crack a window." "I know," she says. "Last pack, then I quit." Jennifer reaches for her purse, fumbles around in it, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She lights one up, takes a deep drag, and puts the pack back in her purse. As she does, something small and silver falls to the floor. Automatically, I pick it up and begin to hand it to her. "What's this?" I say, smiling at her. "Mother's little helper?" She takes the vibrator from my hand and smiles back at me. "It's what keeps me from killing that bastard I live with. He won't fuck me since I got pregnant, and sometimes I get so horny I have to get myself off. He sure won't fuckin' do it!" "Show me," I say softly. "Show me what you do." Jennifer takes another drag off of her cigarette, hands it to me, turns the vibrator on, and a low buzzing sound reaches my ears. I throw the smoke out the window, and watch as she rubs the tip around her nipples, and they both spring to attention. She rubs her tits for a minute or so, lays back and puts the vibrator between her legs. "I like it on my breasts," she purrs, "But they're so tender I can't stand it for very long." She begins to rub the buzzing vibrator between her thighs, not quite touching her pussy, almost teasing herself with the sensation. Slowly she moves the vibrator around the outside of her snatch, until I can see it get redder and wetter. Her clit has popped up, and her pussy lips are opening up like a flower. My cock, which had deflated a little, begins to stir back to life. Jennifer moves the tip into her sopping wet pussy, gets a little bit of lubrication on it, and then moves it up to her clit. "Aaaaahhhhh..." Her eyes are half-open, and she's concentrating on the feeling, as she slowly masturbates. She inserts the vibrator into her syrupy snatch, works it around a moment, then returns to massaging her fully erect clit. "Ohhhhh..." she moans, "Ummmmm..." Opening her eyes fully, she sees me staring at her intently, with another hard-on. "C'mere", she whispers lustily, "C'mere and fuck me." She turns the vibrator off, puts it on the bed beside her, and I move between her splayed-open legs. I rub my cock up and down her oily groove, getting it nice and wet. I'm in no hurry - I'm enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy lips rubbing along my cock, and feeling her clit throb when I touch it with the head of my dick. "Fuck me," she pleads. "Quit teasing me, and fuck me!" I position my swollen cock at the entrance to her juicy pussy, and push. I slide right in, her slippery tunnel offering no resistance, and go balls deep in her. It's hotter than a pizza oven, and the warmth of her simmering snatch is driving me wild. It's not too tight, but not too loose either. "Ohhhh..." she moans. "Ohhhhh... its been so long..." I slowly begin sliding my cock in and out of her well-lubricated snatch. It's so hot and wet in there, I don't want to leave. I just want to keep my cock buried in her hot pussy, and let it baste in her juices. I stop and feel her muscles squeeze my cock, rippling up and down the shaft. I move slowly in and out of her succulent twat, slowly, slowly... "Ummmmm..." she purrs. "Keep doing that." I set up a nice slow, steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her smooth, slippery pussy. A good relaxing screw - that's what Jennifer needs, and I'm going to give it to her. Her big titties jiggle back and forth a little as I bottom out in her hot, liquid snatch. I move my hand up, and feel the hardness of her nipple. I lean forward, and try to capture one of the nipples in my lips, but I can't – I'm just not that limber anymore. I straighten up, and keep fucking her, in and out, in and out, feeling the velvety smoothness of her steamy pussy. She looks at me with dreamy, half-open eyes. "Oh yeah, that's so good." I say nothing, just smile at her, and keep stroking my dick in and out of her smoldering snatch. I keep sliding my turgid cock in and out of her, and watching her titties jiggle. I can feel the juice begin to run out of her twat and trickle down my ball sack. Her muscles keep throbbing and pulsing around my cock, and I continue to stroke in and out of her, in and out, in and out. I love the sensitive feeling, but my knees hurt and I need to get off them. I pull my cock out of her sopping-wet snatch, and flop down on the bed next to her. She looks at me oddly, but before she can say anything, I tell her "I'm afraid I'll hurt you. You get on top for awhile." "I'm too fat," she says. "My belly's too big." "No it's not. Climb on up here." I urge. "Besides, this way you can control the action and fuck me as hard as you want." It's a crock of shit, but she seems to buy it. She rolls over onto her side, lifts her left leg, and slips up on top of me. I scoot back on the pillows a little, so my head and shoulders are supported, sliding her with me as I go. She raises her hips, grabs my cock at the base, and positions it at the entrance to her steamy snatch. The cool air felt good on my cock, and I can sense the heat radiating from her volcano. I feel the simmering wetness as she moves my prick into the entrance to her juicy pussy, and slowly impales herself on my cock. "Ummmmm..." she mewls. "Ummmm..." She begins to grind her pelvis on my cock, rocking her hips back and forth, making my prick move back and forth inside of her. The feeling of her hot, oily snatch is incredible, and the sight of two big titties swaying in front of my face just adds to the pleasurable sensations. I place my hands on both her titties, and heft their impressive weight. I rub my hands over their bulk, and pull gently at the nipples. They both spring up, just begging to be suckled. "Why not?" I ask myself. I open my mouth, and capture her left milk bud in my mouth. I begin licking at the nipple, and gently tugging on it with my lips. "Aaaaahhh...," she moans. "Suck my titties." I run my tongue around her nipple, just the way she tongued my cock. Her hand slips around to the back of my head, and as she runs her fingers through my hair, she pulls me to her massive tit. "Oh yeah, just like that," her voices quivers. Suddenly, there's an unexpected and delicious surprise. A stream of milk shoots to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down. I lick and suck her bullet-like teat, and I'm rewarded with more streams of warm mother's milk. Jennifer keeps grinding her overheated cunt on my cock, and stroking my head. "That's so good, so good," she murmurs contentedly. I figure the right titty is becoming jealous because I'm not paying it any attention, so I pull my mouth off of her luscious left tit, and move my head to begin to feast on the other full milk jug. As I pull my mouth off, a stream of warm milk shoots out of her teat and squirts the base of my neck. Jennifer opens her eyes to see why I'm not sucking on her titty anymore, and sees the trickle of milk running down my chest. "Ohmigawd," she blushes. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was..." "Don't worry 'bout it," I reassure her. "I like it!" as I smile up at her. Commercial Company Jennifer says nothing, but she's stopped moving her snatch on my cock, and I can tell she's embarrassed. "I figured you were lactating," I say. "I'd have been surprised if you weren't. That's why your breasts hurt, they're full of milk." Jennifer doesn't say anything, she just stares at me with those deep dark eyes. I move my mouth over to the right titty, and begin sucking the nipple on it. It gets harder, and I expect a stream of milk any second. "Want me to stop?" I inquire as I pull my lips off her breast. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't have to - her body is doing all the talking. Her hand has found its way to the back of my head again, and I feel her press my face into her tit. I resume suckling, and I'm treated to another stream of warm, sweet milk. Jennifer begins sliding her cunt back and forth again, and I'm rewarded with a low moan, "Ummmmmm..." I continue to nurse at her right breast, until there's no more milk in it. I switch back to the left titty, and suck on it. A few squirts of milk, then no more – I've drained her dry. I lay back, and watch her hump herself on my cock. She's a thing of beauty, a vision to behold. Her eyes are closed, her dark brown hair surrounds her face, and her jutting milk jugs are swinging lazily to and fro as she intently rocks back and forth. I rub my hands over her body, feeling the sensuous touch of her skin and the film of sweat she's developed. I run my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and down to her legs. Up across her thighs to her opulent bush, up over her swollen belly to her swinging titties, and back down. As I move my hand across her thigh, I feel one of her hands touch mine. Gently she moves my hand to where our bodies are joined, and raises herself up a little. She slips my hand under her rock-hard clit, lowers herself back down, and resumes fucking me. Immediately I understand what Jennifer wants. She's been trying to make herself come by grinding her clit on me, and now she wants me to stimulate it while she fucks me. I open my index and middle fingers slightly, and feel her clit slide between them. As she strokes her clit against my fingers, I feel the oily wetness start to flow inside her furnace-like box. "Oh yeah, right there!" she moans. "Oooohhhhh..." She rubs her clit against my fingers, and I flick the little button back and forth. "Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhh," she sighs. "Unhhhhh..." An idea flashes through my head. I feel around the bed, looking for her little toy. "Where is it?" I think. "She put it here somewhere..." I feel something hard, and I've found it. I hold it up behind her, and look at it. Simple enough, twist the base to turn it on, and the more you twist it, the faster it vibrates. Nothing to it. I turn the base to the right a little, and feel it start to vibrate in my hand. I'll bet she'll like this little surprise I've got for her! I pull my hand out, but before she can say anything, I've replaced it with the gently throbbing vibrator. It brushes her clit, and I hear her gasp for air. "Aaaaaaahhhhh..." Like a woman possessed, Jennifer begins humping my cock and pushing her clit against the vibrator with a newfound intensity. Her whole body is concentrating on the sensation, and she's biting her lip in pleasure. "Ummmmmm," she moans. "Ummmmm..." I decide to do like the chef on TV says, and 'kick it up a notch.' As I turn the base a little more to the right, I can feel the vibrations increase, and so can Jennifer. "Ohhhhhhhgawwwwdd," she wails. "Don't stop, don't stop! Ohhhh... please let me come, let me come!" Her hips have taken on a life of their own. She's moving her pussy against my cock so hard I'm wondering if she's about to snap it off at the base. Her tits are swinging madly, and bouncing off of each other with a slapping sound that's music to my ears. "I'm gonna come, gonna come, I'm gonna come," she cries, as she swings her head from side-to-side, making her long dark hair fly wildly. "Ohgawd, I'm coming! Ohhhhh..." I feel her slippery pussy begin to spasm and pulse around my cock. Like a velvet vise, it squeezes my cock, clenching and unclenching. "Let's see what this does," I think. I turn the base of the little vibrator all the way to the right – full power. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A high-pitched squeal escapes her lips, followed by a gasp for air. Jennifer abruptly pitches forward and falls onto my chest, her head plopping onto the pillow beside me. I pull my hand out, and the vibrator with it. I turn it off, and turn my head to the side to look at her face. Her hips have stopped moving, but her cunt is still spasming and pulsing around my deeply embedded cock. As I look at her face, the contractions in her silky snatch wane. Her eyes are open, but they have a glassy look to them. "Hey," I whisper, while stroking her long brown hair off of her cheek. "You alright?" As I watch, her eyelids blink, once... twice... as she begins to focus and lose the glassy look. "Ohgawd," she mumbles as a shiver courses through her body. "That was too much." "Didja like that?" I ask. "Feel any better?" "Ohmigawd, that was great!" she wheezes as she slowly catches her breath. "This old dog can still cut the mustard," I think to myself. "At least with a little help." "Thank you," she whispers as she softly kisses me on the cheek. "I needed that, its been a while." "You're welcome." My cock twitches inside her, and she asks if I came. "No, not yet." "I need a nap," Jennifer dreamily says. "I guess I'm the one too pooped to pop!" I move out from underneath of her, and let her lie on her stomach. Moving behind her, I slip my hand underneath her waist, and raise her hips up. "Not in my ass, okay? Not while I'm pregnant." "Okay." I gently slide my cock inside her still juicy twat, and begin to slip it in and out of her. She's still half-awake, and I have to hold her up with one arm. I begin to slowly piston my cock in and out of her oily tunnel, enjoying the wonderful wetness of her hot pussy. I slide it out until the tip is almost out, and then slide it back in as far as I can. My balls swing back and forth with the motion, and slap up against her as I pump steadily away. I lower her hips a little, and there's that perfect feeling – I'm not touching anything but slippery cunt with my cock, and it feels great. A little more of this, and I might come again. I concentrate on the feeling of my cock sliding back and forth in her luxurious pussy, and I feel the oily nectar begin to flow out of her snatch and over my balls. She gets wetter and wetter as I continue to pump her steamy snatch. I move my fingers down to her clit, and still continue to hold her hips up. I begin to diddle the swollen little button again, and feel her pussy contract around my cock as I play with her clit. "Mmmmmm," she says, pushing her twat back at me. "Where's my thing?" "Here," I say, reaching for it on the bed. I turn it on slow again, and place it against her clit. "Oh yeah," she sighs. "Right there!" I continue to pump my cock in and out of her juicy box, while massaging her swollen and hard clit with the vibrator. Slowly, we approach the peak. I can feel her pussy squeeze around my cock as I stroke her, and I feel the familiar tightness in my nuts as another orgasm approaches. "Oh yeah!" I pant. "I'm gonna come." "Fuck me!" she moans. "Come in my pussy!" I pick up the tempo for the last few strokes, slamming my prick into her hot, wet cunt. "Uuunnnnnnhhhh" she cries, as her snatch begins to contract and milk my cock. I feel my own orgasm approach, and bellowing like a raging bull, I bury my cock as deep as I can in her. A jet of come rushes out of the head of my cock, followed by another. The feeling is so intense, it makes me light-headed, and I instinctively put my right arm out and grab hold of the cabinet to keep from toppling over on her. When I put my arm out, I forget that it's the one supporting her hips, and she collapses like a ragdoll. My dick slides out of her pussy as she does, and a stream of jizz shoots out of the tip, splattering over her pussy lips. Another stream shoots out of the tip, and lands in her hair. Another gob lands on the Chinese fire-breathing dragon that she's had tattooed on the small of her back. My cock slips between the cheeks of her butt, and the final spurts fill the crack of her butt with creamy white goo. I fall back on my haunches, completely and totally satisfied. Jennifer lies there, legs spread apart, while my jizz slowly trickles down the crack of her butt, over her twat, and onto the bedspread. Suddenly, it's very, very stuffy in here. I move forward, and open one of the vents. The cool, moist air flows over us, and I sit down beside Jennifer. "Thirsty?" I ask her. "I've got some orange juice in the fridge." "Yes, please. That'd be nice." I open the fridge, and grab two little bottles of OJ. I open one, and hand it to her. She sits up and takes a drink, while I open mine and take a drink. She takes another drink, and wordlessly hands me the bottle. I put it on the stand beside the bed, take another drink of mine, and lay down beside her. She snuggles up next to me, and I feel her arm caress my chest. "You're nice to me," she says. "I wish I could be like this forever..." she falters. "Ronny." "I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names. I wish I could find somebody as good to me as you, Ronny." She looks at me with those big dark eyes, and I wrap my arms around her, and pull her close to me. I just want to hold this beautiful, voluptuous, dark-chocolate haired beauty, and feel her body next to mine. The rain beats a staccato rhythm on the roof of the truck, the candle gives off a soft, flickering light, and I am so happy it hurts. So young, so beautiful, so... so... everything a man could want in a lover. I kiss her forehead, and she snuggles closer. I wonder if maybe I should be honest with her, maybe tell her the truth, maybe... "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP" "BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP" "Shit!" she says as she grabs for her purse. She looks at the caller ID, flips the phone open and says "What?" A hear a male voice on the other end, but I still can't make out what he's saying. "I'm on my way, I'll be there in a little bit." "Why don't you go to the store?" "Whattya mean the car won't..." "...but it's raining!" "Okay, okay, I'll go." "I don't want to argue, I'll see you in a bit," she says, hanging up the phone. A dejected look appears on her pretty face, and she looks like she's about to cry. "Boyfriend again?" "Yeah, he's..." as her voice fades. "Look, could you do me a big favor? Could you give me a ride home? I live off of Broadway, just off of the loop. Please? I'd really appreciate it." "Sure. So you can go get treated like shit by him?" I ask. "He loves me, he's just a little difficult at times." "Right! He treats you badly because he loves you! Just think how he'd treat you if he didn't care for you!" "You don't understand," she says. "You just don't understand." "No. I guess I don't." I pour some water on a washcloth, hand it to her, and she begins to wipe the dried come off of her. I wipe the dragon off, and try to wipe it out of her hair. "Gawd, we made a mess." She's right. The bedspread looks like its had an orgy held on it. Wet spots and stains are all over it, and it'll definitely need to be washed. We get dressed without saying anything, and she plops down in the passenger seat with her bottle of orange juice. "Ready?" I say, as I release the air brakes and put the truck in gear. I head out of the truck stop, get on the interstate, and head toward the loop. I drive slowly, partly because of the rain, partly because I don't want this evening to end. We drive in silence for a bit, until I can't stand it anymore. "Look," I say, "it's none of my business, but..." "But, here it comes," she says cynically. "But... if this guy isn't making you happy, if he isn't what you want out of life, you owe it to yourself to leave him, and find someone that will make you happy. And I don't mean just me, there are a thousand, million guys who'd love to find someone as young, pretty, smart and sexy as you," I tell her. "One thing I've learned is that life is too short to be unhappy, especially with someone who's supposed to love you." Jennifer says nothing, but by the way she looks at me with those big mahogany eyes, I can tell my words struck a very raw nerve. We ride along in silence, the only noise being the sound of the wipers beating out their tempo. As the sign for the Broadway exit looms up out of the gloomy drizzle, I turn on the turn signal, and slow down as I exit the highway. "Left or right?" I say. "Huh? Oh, left," she says. "I'm sorry, I was thinking." "S' okay." The light turns green, and I make a left onto Broadway. I go under the interstate, and about five or six blocks. "See that mini-mart at the next light?" Jennifer asks. "Over there on the left? You can drop me off there, I need to get a few things, and it's only a couple of blocks to my house." I make the left at the light, and pull the truck over to the curb. "Listen, I... I really enjoyed myself tonight, and I had a great time. I get through her about twice a month or so, and I'd love to see you again. Nothing serious, maybe just friends, and I'd like to see you from time to time. Would that be alright?" I ask. "Do you have a phone number I can call you at when I know I'll be back this way?" "Not really," she says. "The cell phone is his, and he checks the caller ID to see who's calling me. My cell phone, and my home phone both got cut off." "Anyway I can get in touch with you?" I inquire. "Girlfriend, mom, sister, someone I can leave a message with?" "No," she says. "I should be back at work at J.T.'s after the baby is born. I'll probably be at the truck stop once or twice a week, just listen for me on the CB. Don't forget – 'Lexus'". "Alright, I'll do that. Remember me – 'Seadog', Randy from Reno. I'll remind you of the night it rained hard, and we came hard, okay?" I say. "Okay," she says as she opens the door. "You take care of yourself, and drive safe. I hope I'll see you again." "Bye, Jennifer." As she climbs down out of the truck our eyes meet for a split-second, and a spark of something arcs between us. Before I can say anything, she's on the ground and closes the door. I watch her as she crosses the street and heads to the mini-mart. "Please come back," I think to myself. "Please come back and tell me it just wasn't about the money, that we had something real - if only for a moment. Tell me we didn't just fuck, that we made love. Come back and..." She walks in the store without looking back. "Bye, Jennifer," I say half-aloud as a single tear rolls down my cheek. "I'll always remember you." I ease the Fruitliner into gear and head back toward the interstate. No sense in going back to the truck stop, the drop lot is only a couple of miles away and I can sleep in the truck there. A sad smile crosses my face as I think of Jennifer. I felt close to her, and I wish it hadn't ended this way. I wanted more, and I wish she'd been able to give it to me. I know it'll never happen, but I wish I could see her again. "Not half as bad as she'll be wanting to see me!" I laugh out loud. You see, on my computer at home I have a scanner, and a color laser printer. It's amazing what a good photo-imaging program, and a little work can accomplish. Those $50's I gave her were as real as Pamela Sue's silicone-filled boobs – a fact that Jennifer will be dismayed to learn the moment she tries to spend one. I pull into the drop lot, and the guard opens up the door to his shack as I roll down the window. "How was dinner?" he asks. "Not bad," I say. "The meatloaf was alright, but dessert was really good!" "Dessert's always the best part!" he says, as he smiles and waves me through the gate. I park the truck, fold up the come-stained bedspread, and throw it in the laundry basket. I pull a blanket out of the closet, and tuck it in. It's been a long day, it's time for this old dog to get some sleep. I notice that the "Incoming Message" light on the satellite unit is on, who knows for how long. "Pickup tomorrow off of the drop lot," it says. "Deliver in Plano, Texas anytime Friday before midnight." Almost 1000 miles in two and a half days – piece of cake. "Plano," I think to myself, as I drift off to sleep. "I wonder if the 'putas' are still working over on Harry Hines Boulevard by 635?" I may have to go check that out... CHAPTER TWO Six months had gone by, the snow had come and gone, and it was beginning to warm up again. The company gave me a new truck, my hair has gotten longer, and I've grown a goatee – it came in gray, old age I guess – but not much has changed. I pulled into the familiar truck stop, and found a spot on the back row. Easily maneuvering the large tractor-trailer into the slot, I set the brakes, and began filling out the requisite daily paperwork. "10:34," as I glance at the digital clock. "Time to call it a day," I think. Suddenly, a voice comes over the CB; "Anyone looking for some company, go to channel 31, Lexus on three-one." It couldn't be, could it? Not after all this time... I flip the channel selector to 31, and hear a female voice say, "Did anyone make it?" "Yeah," as I key the microphone, "I'm here." "Who's this?" the voice asks. "John," I reply. "Who's this?" "They call me Lexus," the voice responds. "Are you looking for some company?" "What do you look like?" I ask. "Brown hair, big tits, loose lips, and swivel hips. Interested?" "Yeah," I say. "Very!" "Where ya' at?" the voice asks. "Back row, white house, far end." "Blink your lights." I do, and the voice says, "Okay, I see you. Unlock the passenger door, and I'll be over." I do so, and anxiously wait. A dark figure, moving fast appears out of nowhere along the right side, opens the passenger door and climbs in. "Oh my God!" I exclaim to myself. "It's her!" "Shit!" she says. "Cops!" I look over to the left, and a police cruiser is slowly coming down the row, its searchlight shining over the ground and the parked trucks. "Duck down, and hide in the bunk," I tell her. "Quick!" She does, as the police cruiser pulls to a stop in front of my truck. The officer gets out, shines his flashlight around my truck and the trucks on either side of me, and walks toward me. "Evening, Officer," I say, as I roll down the window. "What's going on?" "We had a report of a prostitute working the premises, and we're trying to locate her. You didn't see her, did you?" "No Officer, I didn't, but I just got here. Thought I'd do a little paperwork before I go to sleep. You know how that paperwork is," I say, smiling at him. "Yes, I do." he replies. "Always some forms to be filled out." "Yes sir, always some paperwork to do." "Well," I say, yawning noticeably, "I guess I'll call it a day. It's been a long drive from Minneapolis." "Have a good evening driver," he says. "Be careful." "You too, Officer. Good night!" I stand up and begin to pull the front curtains closed, blocking off the view of the interior of the truck. I put my atlas over the right lower door window, and now no one can see in. "That was close!" she says. "I don't need to go back to jail." I sit back down in the driver's seat and turn to face her. A glimmer of recognition sparkles in her eyes, and she says "I know you from somewhere..." "Yes, you do." I reply. "It rained hard, and we came hard." Her eyes grow wide as she recognizes me, and her voice trembles with rage, "YOU BASTARD! YOU MISERABLE LOWLIFE MOTHERFUCKER! GODDAMN YOU, YOU FUCKIN' PIECE OF SHIT!" Jennifer's up on her feet now, swinging at me with all her might. A wallop to the head, a punch to the chest, a kick to the shins. Whap, bap, bam, blow after blow as fast as she can throw them. I try to block her assault as best as I can, but the blows keep coming. Commercial Company "COCKSUCKER!" she screams. "MOTHERFUCKER! I HATE YOU! ASSHOLE!" Smack, bam, whack. "PIECE OF SHIT BASTARD!" Slap. "SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Thump. "I HATE YOU!" I push her back on to the bunk, and sit on her. She tries to buck me off, but I outweigh her by a good seventy pounds, so I'm not budging. She keeps swinging at me, until I grab her wrists. She tries to bite my hands, but I pull her arms down alongside her body. She tries to headbutt me, but since she can't sit up that far, she resorts to spitting in my face. "MOTHERFUCKER!" "YOU SHITEATER, I SHOULD KILL YOU!" she screams. I pin her left arm underneath my right leg, and place my right hand over her mouth. "Shhhhhhh..." I say. "We'll both go to jail if you keep screaming." Growling like a rabid dog, she bites the fleshy part of my palm as hard as she can, while her eyes burn with hatred. If I don't do something quick, she's going to bite off a chunk of my hand! I pin her right arm underneath my other leg, place my left hand on her face, and squeeze the thumb and middle finger against her jaw to force her mouth open. She may bite my fingers off, but she'll leave two holes in her cheeks doing it. I pull my hand out of her mouth and quickly look at the damage. No blood, but some deep bite marks, and I'll probably have a hell of a bruise. "Ur urtink ee," she growls. "Et ee ko!" "Only if you promise to stop screaming," I say. "We'll both end up in jail if you keep screaming. I'm not going to harm you, I just want to talk. Okay?" "O A," she grunts. I release the C-clamp grip I've had on her face, slowly move off of her and sit on the edge of the passenger seat, all the while watching for another round of punches. She slowly sits up on the edge of the bunk, her dark eyes glowing like coals. "Hello, Jennifer," I say. "How've you been?" "Fuck you! That's how I've been, asshole!" "I can tell you're pissed off at me, and I don't blame you." "Pissed off? Well, duhhhhh... ya' think?" "I see you're not pregnant anymore, how's the baby? I ask. SMACK! A wickedly fast left-hook slaps across the right side of my face. "YOU BASTARD!" she shrieks, as I push her back. "YOU KILLED IT!" "What do you mean?" I say. "Don't bullshit me." "You killed my baby, you motherfucker, and I should kill you!" "Bullshit! Get the fuck outta here, I didn't kill your baby." "Yes you did," she says, suddenly quiet. "How did 'I' kill your baby?" I ask. "Remember the night you dropped me off at the market?" she hisses. "I went in to buy a twelve-pack of beer and some cigarettes for Anthony before I went home." "Anthony?" "The baby's father, the guy that lived with me," she says, calm again. "I got the beer and cigarettes and went to pay for it. All I had was that fake money you gave me, but I didn't know it was fake and I gave it to the cashier. He took out his pen, you know, the one they use to check for phony bills, and marked it. He told me it was counterfeit, and I gave him the other fifty. He marked it and told me it was also counterfeit. I realized then what you'd done to me, and I left the store." "So how'd I kill your baby?" "Shut up, I'm getting there," she says. "I went home and Anthony wanted to know where his beer was. I told him that someone had given me fake money, and I got caught trying to spend it at the mini-mart. He told me I was a liar. I said 'I don't lie', and he said if I wasn't lying, then I was the stupidest whore on the face of the planet. He threw a $20 at me and told me to go get his beer and cigarettes. I told him to go fuck himself - it was raining and I was going to bed! He slapped me, and I told him to get the fuck out of my apartment!" "Yeah, and then...?" "We got into a big fight. He yelled and screamed at me, and I yelled and screamed back at him. He made me so mad, that I threw his video game at him, and just missed his head. He came after me, and I took off running out the front door. As I was going down the steps, I slipped because of the rain, and fell about six feet to the ground." "And...?" "The cops had just shown up. Someone called them, I guess because we were making so much noise fighting. They saw me fall, and Anthony chasing me down the stairs. I was unconscious and bleeding, so they called the EMT's, who took me to the hospital. I had a miscarriage later that night..." as she began to sniffle. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry..." "The cops arrested Anthony, because the law here is when they get called for a domestic disturbance, someone goes to jail. When they looked inside the apartment, they found some crack, some pot, and some stolen guns that Anthony had. He got eight years for that." "So... then what?" "While I was in the hospital, two detectives came to see me. They arrested me for the drugs and guns, and also for passing counterfeit money. Seems that the mini-mart had reported that someone was passing funny money, and they got my picture off of the videotape they have. After I got out of the hospital, I went to jail. Since I didn't have any money, I couldn't make bail. I sat in jail until just this afternoon." "How'd you get out?" I ask. "The public defender went to the judge and told him my story. The prosecuting attorney agreed to drop the drug and gun charges, since my fingerprints weren't on the guns, and because I passed a piss test they knew I didn't do drugs. The judge said I probably wasn't aware that the money was counterfeit, but considering how I got it, he sentenced me to time served." "You just got out of jail today? I ask. "Yep, not four hours ago," Jennifer replies. "That's why I was so jumpy when I saw the cop, I don't want to go back. County's just over there," she says, pointing. "So I came here to make some quick money before I went home." "So how'd I kill your baby?" I say. "I didn't make you fall down the stairs." "No, you didn't," she replies. "But you started it all." "How?" "By what you did, dumb ass! If you wouldn't have given me that fake money, I would have had Anthony's beer when I came home and we wouldn't have got in a fight, and I wouldn't have run out of the apartment and fallen and lost my baby," she bawls, as she bursts into tears. "It's your fault!" she wails. "It's all your fault!" Silently I hand her a clean washcloth and sit back down. The enormity of what I've done hits me like a bullet to the heart. "She's right," I think to myself, "It is all my fault." I reach up and grab my little nylon bank bag out of its hiding spot. I open it up, and hand her the contents. "Fuck you!" she sobs. "I don't want your fuckin' fake money!" as she throws the bills back at me. "It's not fake," I say, as I pick up the bills. "I wouldn't do that to you again. I may be an asshole, but I'm not that big of an asshole." "Take it," as I hand her the bills. "Here..." She stares at me with those big dark eyes, not saying anything, just burning a hole in me. "It's real," I say. "We'll go inside the store, and you can use their pen to check them if you don't believe me. I'll go in there with you. If they're fake, call the police on me, I'll be right here." "I don't need to go inside!" she seethes. "I learned a lesson from you, motherfucker! Look what I've got!" Jennifer grabs her purse, opens it, and pulls out a counterfeit detecting marker. She puts the cap in her teeth, and pulls the pen out. Working quickly, she makes a mark on all fourteen bills, and sits back without saying anything. Fourteen little golden marks on fourteen of the Treasury's finest picture of Ben Franklin. "Why?" she asks harshly. "Why are you giving me money?" "Because I..." "Because I couldn't sleep at night thinking about how I fucked Jennifer's life up!" she says sarcastically. "So now I'm going to buy my conscience clean so I feel better about myself for what I did! Fuck you!" and she throws the bills back in my face again. "I don't want your fuckin' guilty conscience money either!" "Yeah, I admit, I feel guilty about what I did," I say. "But it's also more than that. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to cause you to suffer the way you did. I was just having some fun, just fuckin' around a little, and it got way out of hand. I never imagined it would end up like this." "Fuck you! Lying bastard!" "I swear, if I could go back and undo what I did, I would... but I can't. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant for you to lose your baby, and I'm sorry. I'm so very, very sorry." She says nothing, just stares at me with those dark eyes, and watches a tear trickle down my cheek. "Here," I say, handing her the money. "It's all I can do to try to make up for what I did to you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She takes the money, sets it on the nightstand, and resumes staring at me, saying nothing. I look into her eyes, and she stares back at me, neither of us saying anything, just looking into each other's eyes, and watching the tears roll. "I've been back here probably, ohhhh... two dozen times since I left you that night," I confess. "Sometimes I'd get a chance to stop, and I'd always stop here at the truck stop and try to find you." "I was in jail, dipshit!" "I know that now. I'd call for you on the radio, and listen to see if you were out... but you weren't. I'd ask any of the other girls I saw if they knew you... but none did. I called J.T.'s to see if you were there, but they said you didn't work there anymore. I even went over by the mini-mart on Broadway just after Christmas, hoping to maybe find you." Jennifer sits there silently, staring at me, boring a hole in my soul with those deep mahogany eyes. "I went in the mini-mart, and asked if they'd seen a young, pretty, dark-haired girl with a newborn baby around, but they hadn't." "Why did you look for me?" she asks quietly. "Why?" "Because I felt like shit for what I'd done to you. It wasn't right of me to give you counterfeit money, and I shouldn't have. I left here the next day, drove to Dallas, and I couldn't get you off of my mind. I'd drive for hours on end with the CB and the music off, and just think about you, and what I'd done. I only wanted to set it right, and apologize to you. I had no idea I'd destroyed your life like that. I know you hate me, I understand why, and I don't blame you – I'd hate me too. I can't forgive myself for what I did to you." I see that nasty left-hook out of the corner of my eye, but I'm not fast enough. WHACK! Another slap across the right cheek, and this one hurts. I put my hand to my face, and when I pull it back, a smear of blood is on my fingers. "ENOUGH, GODAMMIT!" I yell, as I shove her back on the bed. I stand over her, my anger boiling inside me. She doesn't say anything, but stares back at me with the resigned look of someone who's been physically abused before. A minute goes by... two... three... both of us staring at the other, not saying a word. Finally, in a soft whisper she says, "I forgive you." "What?" "I said I forgive you. I don't think you meant to hurt me the way you did, and I forgive you." I fall back into my seat, and my tears flow freely. "Here," she says, handing me the washcloth. "Take this." "Thanks," I say, as I begin to wipe my eyes. "No dummy, your cheek," as she takes the rag back. "You're bleeding." She goes to put the cloth to my cheek, but I involuntarily pull back as her hand approaches. "I'm not going to hit you," she says. She begins to wipe the blood off of my face, and says, "I'm sorry I scratched your face open. I shouldn't have hit you, I'm just not used to people apologizing to me." "It's okay," I tell her. "I deserved it for what I did to you." "How's your hand?" I look down, and the bite marks have gone away, but there's a small bruise that'll probably take two weeks to heal. "It's alright," I say. "I'll live." "You know, in a way it's kinda funny." "What's funny? Me bleeding?" "No, not that. What's funny is that the only guy who'd have sex with me while I was pregnant, the guy who had sex with me just before I went to jail, is the first guy who wants to have sex with me when I get out," she says. "I'll bet you really wanted to see me again, didn't you?" "Let's just say I had some pretty mixed emotions about that," she smiles. "I'd remember how nice you were to me, and how you made me come so hard, and then I'd remember why I was in jail, and... well..." "Well... I... uhhh... didn't call you over here tonight to have sex with you," I stammer. "I just wanted to apologize to you. I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me after what happened." "You don't want to have sex with me?" she asks incredulously. "Why? Now that I'm not pregnant, I don't turn you on?" "No... Yes... No... I mean... Yes..." "'Yes' or 'No' – do you want to have sex with me?" "Yes, absolutely!" "Then c'mere," she says, as she slides back on the bed. "C'mere... by the way, what is your real name?" "John," I say. "Yeah, I remember you told me your name was Randy, and that's what I told the detectives, but I also seem to remember that you told me your name was Ricky, and something else... Robby, maybe?" "Ronny, I think." "Something like that. So, John's your real name?" I stand up and get my wallet out of my back pocket. "Here," as I flip it open to my driver's license, "See for yourself." "Jonathan M. Crockett, Twelve sixty-eight, Rio de los Cucaracha Verde, Carlsbad, California" she reads. "Where's Carlsbad?" "Halfway between Los Angeles and San Diego," I say. "Not too far from the Marine base at Camp Pendleton, if you know where that is." "No. I've never been to California." I put my wallet back, sit down on the bed, reach for my little bottle of 'Vitamin V', and she asks "Viagra?" "Uhhh..." I say. "Maybe... so what if it is?" "Lemme see," Jennifer says, as she takes the bottle from me. She reads the label silently, and hands me back the pills. "Good!" she says with a smile. "Now you take your Viagra, because you're going to need it!" "Huh?" "I haven't been laid since I was with you six months ago, and I've got some catching up to do. You've got some work to do tonight, old man!" she says, grinning. "I don't know if I'm..." "Do me like you did last time, and you'll be just fine!" she laughs. As I place one of the little blue pills underneath my tongue, and feel it dissolve, Jennifer pulls her sweatshirt off over her head, and undoes her bra, letting her mountainous titties swing freely. They aren't quite as large as I remember, but they are impressive just the same. I remove my shoes and socks, pull my shirt over my head, and drop my pants to the floor. My throbbing cock twitches in front of me, as it remembers the carnal pleasures her sumptuous body has to offer. Laying back on the bunk, she kicks off her shoes, pulls her socks off, and unbuttons her jeans. Lifting her hips, she slides them down her long legs, and slips them off. She lays back, clothed only a pair of navy-blue panties, which she slowly slips off to reveal herself to me. "C'mere," she whispers. I move over her, and go to kiss her on the lips. As my face approaches hers, she turns her face to the side so I kiss her cheek. I kiss her cheek, her neck, and her chest. I move slowly down to her mountainous breasts, and run my tongue around each nipple, making it swell and stand out from her tit. "Ummmmm..." she moans softly. "Ummmmm..." I continue to kiss and lick each nipple, alternating between pursing it with my lips, and blowing cool air on it. Her eyes take on a dreamy, half-open look, and I know she's enjoying this. I slowly move down, kissing and nibbling her flat stomach, her upper abdomen, and the tops of her thighs. I notice that the neatly-trimmed bush I remember has been replaced with a thick, dark forest of tangled fur. The heady aroma of her pussy is intoxicating, and I move my face between her wide open legs. I blow gently on her pussy, and she moans softly. "Ahhhhh..." Her clit is poking up, just begging to be sucked on, and her pussy lips are beginning to open like the petals of a blossoming flower. "Lick my pussy," she begs. "Hmmmm..." I say, enjoying the effect I'm having on her. "I didn't hear you." She says nothing, but places her hand on the back of my head and tries to push my face into her syrupy pussy. I stiffen my neck and resist, while I blow more cool air on her clit. "Ohhhhh..." she moans heatedly. "Lick my pussy, please!" I stick the tip of my tongue out, and lightly touch her clit. She jumps like she's been shocked and moans, "Oooohhhhhh..." Jennifer's hand is stroking the back of my head, and I move my face forward a little, and breathe in the fragrant aroma of her sweet nectar. I run my tongue up and down the groove of her snatch, and I'm rewarded with another moan, "Unnnhhhh..." I lick her gash up and down, and swirl my tongue over her rubbery pussy lips. Her flavor is fantastic – sweet, bitter, salty, and sour, all at once – complex in only the way a woman's juices can be. Her hips rock back and forth as I lick her juicy snatch, and a river of syrup flows freely out of her pussy. I lick at her snatch, and continue to be treated to a torrent of warm, rich, elixir. "Ooohhhh..." I hear her moan. "So good, that feels so good..." I move my tongue up to her clit, and again gingerly touch it with the tip. She wriggles underneath me and wails, "Aaaaaahhhh..." I flick her clit back and forth, moving my tongue over it like it's a little speed bag in the gym, as her body writhes on the bed and she beats her fists on the mattress. "Aaaahhhhh..." she moans. "Aaaahhhhh..." Wrapping my lips around her throbbing clit, I gently tug at it with my lips, and begin to softly hum. "Hmmmmm..." no melody, just a humming sound in my throat and in my lips. "Hmmmmm..." Jennifer is rolling her hips, pounding her fists on the mattress, trying to pull my head in deeper, and rocking her head from side to side. Her chest is heaving, her titties are bouncing, her nipples are sticking straight up, and she's about to come. Her legs are wrapped around my back, and she hunches her juicy pussy up at me, as she clenches and unclenches the muscles in her thighs. "Hmmmmm..." I continue. "Hmmmmm..." "Oh God," Jennifer wails. "Don't stop, don't stop. I'm gonna come, gonna come, gonna come..." "Hmmmm..." "Hmmmm..." "Hmmmm..." "Ohhhh..." she shrieks, "Aaaahhhh..." Her body squirms beneath me and it's all I can do to keep my lips on her clit. She writhes and bucks as her orgasm overwhelms her, and I continue to hum on her clit. She wails, she moans, she cries, her fists beat the mattress in pleasure. She rolls her hips, and screams in delight, "Oooooooohhhhhh..." I stop humming on her clit, and let her climax diminish. I hear her ragged breathing, and I glance up. Jennifer's eyes are closed, and she glows with satisfaction. Her eyes slowly open, and she looks at me dreamily. "That was so good!" she exclaims softly. "Where did you learn to do that?" I lower my lips back to her engorged clit and take it between them. "Hmmmmm..." I ask. "What did you say?" "Aaaaaahhhh..." she moans softly, as a smaller orgasm races through her. "Aaaahhh..." I have her at a peak of sexual frenzy, and I can make her come and come again by just humming on her clit. So, I do. "Aaaahhhhh... oh Gawd, please..." "Hmmmmm...?" I say, making my lips vibrate on her sensitive clit. "What?" "Aaaaahhhh..." she moans, as another orgasm envelops her curvy body. "Aaaaahhhh... Oooohhhhhh... that's toooo good!" "You like that? Does it feel good? Hmmmmmm...?" "Ooooohhhhh..." A torrent of sweet nectar is flowing out of her pussy, and I run my tongue up her gash and enjoy the delicious flavor of her juice. "Ooohhh yeah, lick my pussy!"