Gay Erotic Stories

This is a continuation of the story "The Trucker" Hope you enjoy this as much as we did. If you'd like to write to either Rachael or me... * * * * * I lay there for a few moments before I spoke to my husband. It wasn't even ten in the morning and I'd already had my first orgasm of the weekend, and what an orgasm it had been! Patrick had finger fucked me in the front seat of our convertible after first opening my dress completely. And a trucker had watched the whole thing, had watched my husband touch me, stroke me, twist my nipples, and finally, he had watched as my husband parted my legs with his right hand and sank two fingers into my pussy. Patrick knew how to get me off, he always does. I came like a cheap slut in the front seat of our convertible, my legs spread wide, my nipples exposed and hard as little pebbles, and my husband's hand fucking me to a state of wildness! Then he had sped up, leaving the trucker behind, and me still nearly naked on the seat next to him. My eyes were still closed, but my mind's eye told me what I wanted, what I needed to have. I reached over to touch Patrick's hardness, for I knew his dick would be rock hard! My hand traced the outline of his steel cock inside his pants. He was hard and I could feel the heat from his dick. I let my fingers wander to the top of his zipper. I slowly lowered the jaws of steel until his zipper could protect his cock no more. Reaching inside his jeans, I pulled his dick free. It wasn't easy. Patrick has a very long cock, and it's as thick around as my wrist. But I got it out. I quickly thought of what I could do to stimulate him to greater heights. I wanted that thing in my mouth, but I know Patrick enjoys the preliminaries more than any man I'd ever been with, (and that's a lot of men). Then it occurred to me. I released his iron rod for just a moment, and hooked both my thumbs into the waistband of my yellow silk panties. Raising my ass off the car seat for just a second, I shimmied the panties off my bottom and down my legs. Now I was totally naked! I took the panties, and bunching them up in my left hand, started to massage my husband's cock with them. Up and down I stroked, running my panties along the firm form of his manly tool. He was getting very excited! Of course, he should have been. I was reclining across my seat, my legs still spread open, and my entire body visible to anyone who'd want to look. And as usual, I was hoping someone would! "You're soooo hard!" "You make me that way." "Do you like the feel of my panties against your cock?" He didn't answer with his mouth. Instead, his prick just lunged forward a bit. Yes, he liked it alright. I decided it was time to raise the ante a bit. Moving myself closer to him, I lowered my head until my mouth was just a whisker away from his throbbing cock. I knew he could feel my breath on his dick. But I didn't want to suck him inside my mouth, not just yet. I continued my panty covered caressing of his dick, and now added to that stimulation my hot breath and a very occasional flick of my tongue against his thigh, and just a hint of my lips brushing against the base of his rigid cock. "Does this feel good?" I asked coyly. He didn't answer. Instead, he took his right hand, the same hand that he'd used to rub my clit to an exploding climax not ten minutes before while a truck driver watched me come, and forced my head downward, forcing his naked dick into my mouth...deep into my mouth, past my full lips, past my white teeth, pushing aside my wiggling tongue and settling against the back of my throat. He was in no mood for being teased. He wanted me to suck his cock, and he wanted it now. So did I! My face went up and down on his dick, sucking his manhood inside me, giving him the deep kiss of cock sucking, feeling him use me for his own pleasure. It wouldn't have mattered to my husband if I wanted to suck him off or not. This was not a time for asking, this was a time for taking. And he was taking me, using my mouth as a receptacle for his passion, for his lust. I could have been any whore right then, any bitch with a mouth to take his dick in, it didn't make any difference to him. And knowing that, knowing that I was being used like a cheap slut, made it all the better. I was engrossed in my cock sucking and barely noticed he'd turned on the signal indicator. We were pulling off the highway. I started to lift my head off his lap, off his hard cock to see what was happening, but his hand was still on the top of my head, and the forceful pressure he maintained on me told me this was not the time to stop. So I did what any good wife would do, I continued to suck my husband's cock even though I knew that someone might see me, someone might guess that I was doing the thing men love. I redoubled my efforts, and managed to get almost his entire dick inside me. My eyes were closed, my body was exposed, and my husband's cock was in my mouth. And my pussy was screaming for another come! Our car slowed down and I knew Patrick was pulling off the road. I still didn't know where we were, but I knew if my husband was alright with what was happening, so was I. Continuing my work on his dick, I sucked him with all the skill I could muster. I felt Patrick's hand caressing my bottom, moving the sun dress to the side, leaving my ass clearly visible in the morning sun. I don't know which felt better, his hand rubbing my ass or the sun warming the back of my now totally exposed legs. Yes I did. It was definitely his hand on my ass that was turning me on. I continued to suck him as I heard him speak to me. "We're in a roadside park, baby. I want you to keep my cock in your mouth, and I'll tell you what's going on around here. Right now, there's only one other car in the park and it's about ten feet ahead of us. The driver isn't in the car, and I think he's probably in the rest room, which is directly to the left of our car. If he's in there, he'll see you when he comes out of the bathroom. He'll see you sucking my dick, and he'll see me rubbing your ass. Of course, if you finish sucking me, if you make me come, he may not see you, you may be done with your sluttish task before he comes out. He may never know what a little whore you are. So if you don't want him to see you, you better speed up your mouth, and finish my dick off quickly." I slowed down my sucking. My husband knew I would. The thought of a stranger passing our car and seeing me sucking a cock was almost more than I could stand! I was torn between sucking more cock because of my heated state, and my desire to make this blow job last long enough for the driver of the car in front of us to observe what I was doing. I wanted so much to show off my body and my nastiness to someone who didn't know us. Patrick's hand kept rubbing my ass cheeks, and his cock kept tempting me to suck harder, faster, deeper. "Oh, baby, your lips are so hot on my dick. Oh, yes. I love the way your mouth takes care of my hard cock, the way you suck me. Oh, baby...oh, baby! I am so hot! You are sucking my cock soooooo well! I know I told you there was only one car here, but I forgot to tell you there are three trucks parked here too. One's in front of us by about fifty feet, and one is behind us to the right, about fifty feet also. Oh, yes....suck that cock, baby. Oh, yessssss! That feels so fucking good. You are such a good little cock sucker! You could make a living doing this, couldn't you baby? Oh, you know what I forgot to tell you? I forgot to tell you about the third truck, didn't I? It's right over there, to your right. And a black guy is driving it. You know how I know that? Cause I'm looking at him as he's looking at you. He's watching you, sweetness. He's watching you suck my cock, and judging from the movements he's making inside his cab, he's jerking his cock in unison to your sucking mine." Patrick always knows just what to say to keep me on the brink of coming. He'd escalated the situation the minute he'd said there were three trucks but only told me about two of them. I knew instinctively the other truck was close by, and I knew Patrick would tell me about it. As my husband talked, I kept my head against his cock, my eyes closed, and my mouth full of his hard dick! "Oh, baby! Yeah, that's it. Suck me baby, and if you do a good job, I may make you suck that driver too! If he hasn't already shot his come all over his black hand. Oh, baby...you want to suck off the truck driver, don't you? Oh, I know you do. I know how much you love to suck strangers. Would you like to get inside his cab? Would you like to suck his dick as I sit here and watch your head disappear below the line of his window, knowing where you went, knowing what you're doing? You'd like that, wouldn't you, honey?" My only answer was to suck my husband's cock harder. This was so exciting. I love to suck cock in public, and knowing that a black truck driver was watching me just made me that much hotter! And when I couldn't get any hotter, or thought I couldn't, Patrick surprised me again. "Oh, my! Someone's coming out of the bathroom now, and they're sure to see you sucking me. Our car is between the bathroom and the other car. Oh, sweetie. You're about to be seen up close and in person. Yeah, that's right, baby. Suck me faster now. Oh, yeah. Oh, baby...you're being watched. The person in the bathroom is about ten feet away, and now the stranger is coming over this way. Oh, baby!" I could hear steps on the sidewalk as the stranger approached our car. Even though my eyes were closed, and I hadn't yet seen the layout of the park, I could tell that the person in the rest room was now coming closer, and judging from the way the footsteps had slowed down, there was no doubt they had seen me, had seen what I was doing. I shoved the rest of my husband's cock into the back of my throat. I was so hot! I wanted Patrick's dick, but I wanted other cock too! And as I sucked his dick, I knew he was ready to come. I could sense someone standing at the side of the car, looking in. I could sense another pair of eyes watching me suck my baby's cock. Then my husband spoke again, but this time not to me. He was talking to the person who'd come out of the bathroom. "She's quite good at this, and she begged me to let her do it." There was no response. Patrick continued his conversation with the other person, with the person I'd not yet seen, but who was seeing me, seeing me with my mouth around my husband's cock, seeing me with my body exposed to any pair of prying eyes! "Would you like to touch her? It's okay with me, and it's very okay with her. Go ahead. Feel her." Oh, my! I hadn't expected this! Patrick was offering the stranger a feel of my body. As my head stayed buried in his crotch, he was offering someone I couldn't see the opportunity to touch me, to feel me, to put hands and fingers on my hot skin! Damn! I could feel myself starting to build toward another orgasm! Then I felt the touch of another person on my ass. Patrick's hand had moved to the back of my neck, as if to steady my sucking motions, and as his hand stroked my neck, I could feel the other person touch the back of my leg. It was a gentle feeling, a soft touch. I suddenly realized it was too soft of a touch. Then I heard the stranger speak. "She's very beautiful." It was a woman's voice! The stranger in the bath room was a woman, and now a woman was watching me as I submitted in total humiliation to my husband's commands. He held my head against his cock, raped my mouth with his hard dick, and invited another woman to not only watch, but to touch me, to put her hand on my leg, now my ass! How humiliating! Her hand rounded my ass, and started to stroke downward, back to the area where my leg becomes my ass. Her hand went down, between my legs, under me, toward my pussy. And I opened my legs a bit wider; I gave her access to my cunt! "She's very oral," my husband was telling this woman, "would you like to see how oral?" I couldn't believe my ears! He was offering my mouth to this woman, to this stranger who was now brushing my clit from under my ass, between my legs. He hadn't asked me if I wanted to suck her pussy, if I wanted to put my mouth on this other woman's cunt...he'd just asked a perfect stranger if she wanted to see how "oral" I could be! "I'd like that a lot, but I'm not into sex in parking lots, especially not parking lots with truckers watching." I'd forgotten about the trucker. Patrick hadn't mentioned him in a few minutes, and I wasn't sure there even was a trucker. Remember, I hadn't seen anything since before we pulled into the truck stop. Patrick was not to be denied. He spoke again. "I'm about to give her a load of my come. And when I do, she'll want to go into the bathroom. Why don't you go back in there and wait. She'll take care of you in just a few minutes." I didn't hear the woman answer. I heard her walk away, and didn't know which direction she'd gone in. But then, I didn't have much time to dwell on it. Patrick's cock was erupting now, and he was dumping his entire load in my mouth. I kept my lips sealed around his cock, sucking and swallowing as fast as I could, but no matter how much I swallowed, I kept getting more come pumped into my mouth. There is a limit to how much hot jism even I can swallow, and finally, I gagged a bit, and the rest of my husband's spunk flowed out of my mouth and down the shaft of his cock! Damn! I hated to waste hot come. Soon, I got the situation under control. He stopped pumping more juice, and I was able to scoop up with my tongue the puddle that had settled around the base of his shaft. After I had finished my work, I kept my head buried between Patrick's legs. I knew what was ahead for me, but for me to get the fullest pleasure from it, I would need my husband to order me to do what I so desperately wanted to do. I needed Patrick to tell me to eat the other woman's pussy, the woman who'd watched me suck him just moments before. "Rachael?" "Yes?" "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" "Yes." "Hurry. It isn't nice to make people wait when they need a tongue in their pussy, is it?" I gathered my dress around me, not bothering to button it, and made a dash for the bathroom. As I left the car, I remembered the black trucker. Looking across the parkway, I was somewhat startled to see him there, in his truck, with a big smile on his face. He winked at me, and I in turn, let my dress fall open just for him. His lips pursed, as if to let out a whistle, but his mouth was dry. Oh, well, first things first. I pulled the dress back together and headed for the rest room. My heart was racing, and my pussy was dripping, and my tongue was already looking for a nice soft pussy to soak in. I walked swiftly toward the roadside park rest room. I had no idea who she was, or what she looked like. As I entered, a woman walked out. Damn! She hadn't waited for me. And I couldn't think what I might say to her to get her to come back inside. Curiously, the woman who left seemed sort of...plain. Not unattractive, but she didn't seem to have...well, I don't know how you'd explain it. Some women look like they shit a pickle and others seem to...to...exude sexual possibilities. I'm like that. Men and women alike have told me that the minute they saw me, they knew they could have me. I can't say exactly what causes that, but I do know it's true. At any rate, I was disappointed that my "appointment" hadn't waited for me. I went inside the rest room anyway. I needed to use the facilities, and besides, I was actually feeling a bit self conscious and wanted to regroup for just a moment in private. As I turned the corner into the rest room, I made my way to the last stall. I pushed on the door. The lock wasn't done, so I figured this stall would be vacant. I was wrong! "Hello. I thought maybe you weren't going to come." I recognized her voice. She was the woman who'd touched my pussy while I was sucking my husband's cock in the parking lot a few moments ago. For just a moment, I didn't know what to say. Finally, I managed a weak response. "Oh, hello. No, I was coming. I just had to finish blow...blowing my husband. He sent me in here." "I know. He told me he would. He also told me you were very oral." "Yes, I heard him." "And is that true?" I couldn't believe how beautiful this woman was. She was around my age, maybe a couple of years older, or younger, I couldn't tell. She had long blonde hair, the kind men like to wrap around their dicks just before they shoot their load. And her body was incredible. She was wearing a pair of cutoffs, a halter top, and sandals with straps wrapped around her ankles and six inches up her leg. Her legs were bare, smooth, and perfectly tanned. And they were long! Damn, she had long legs. And shaped as if out of marble. If this woman had an ounce of extra weight, I couldn't see it from here. I couldn't help stare at her, in spite of myself, in spite of my obvious sexuality, I was in awe of this woman. My husband would kill to fuck her! "I said, 'is it true'". she repeated. "What?...oh, yes. Yes. It is true. I am very oral." "Well, isn't that lucky for me. Come inside, dear. I have something for you." She backed up just a few inches, but it gave me enough room to enter the stall with her. She reached behind me and pulled the door closed. And with seemingly no effort, pushed the lock in at the same time. I was now standing just inches from this stranger, and locked inside a rest room stall at that! "Let's just see how "very" oral you really are." The woman reached down to the bottom of her tank top and with her arms crossed over one another, she pulled the top up, over her breasts, and over her head. Suddenly I was looking at a pair of tits that made my 38DD boobies look small! They stood straight out, and her nipples looked like mirror images of mine, hard, firm and extended their full length away from the ends of her breasts. I reached out to touch them. My hands felt her firm tits, and my fingers refined their approach and started to twist the ends, to twirl her nips between my fingers. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away, as if offended I'd touched her beautiful breasts. I was momentarily confused. "Not with your hands, bitch! Use your mouth." Oh, yes! I didn't need to be told twice. I lowered my face toward her sensuous breasts, and as my mouth came nearer her extended nips, I flicked my tongue out, sort of to announce my mouth's imminent arrival. If I didn't know better, I'd swear her nips grew another half inch the instant my mouth closed over them. It didn't take me long to warm up to the task. Soon, my mouth was bathing her hard nipples in a special bath of hot spit mixed with the remnants of my husband's come. She allowed a moan to escape from between her lips. It wasn't loud, or forceful, more along the lines of a wistful utterance. Her hand went to the back of my head, and held it firmly against her tit. I didn't need encouragement. My mouth was attached to her breasts like it was sewn there. She kept stroking the back of my head, running her fingers through my red hair. I switched tits, but replaced my mouth with my fingers as I tended to the other breast. I continued to suckle her as I felt her hands reach under me, scoop up my own breasts, and start to fondle them through my open dress. Her fingers knew how to turn on a woman! My nips were rock hard as she continued her attentions. "Harder," she moaned. "Twist mine harder. Bite me!" I wasn't sure how much harder she had in mind. As if she'd read my hesitation, she clamped her fingers down on my own nipples, and squeezed the fire out of them! "Ow! That hurts!" I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Then give me what I need. Bite me!" No problem. The bitch hurt my tits for demonstration purposes and I didn't need another demonstration. Pulling my lips back, away from the stranger's nipples, I allowed my teeth to get a better grip. Then I bit down on her extended nipples. Hard! I figured she'd ask me to stop. I was wrong. "Harder! Bite them harder!" Harder? I didn't want to bite them off! But she was in charge, and if she wanted them bitten, well...I bit down harder than I had before. I bit down on her nipples as hard as I bite my husband's cock when he's in the mood for a little pain. Instead of the cry I expected I'd hear, all I heard was more moaning, this time definitely moans of passion and desire. "Oh, yes! That's it! Oh, baby!" I guess she liked what I was doing. I was getting hotter with each passing minute, and I decided to move this process along. Reaching down, between her and me, I opened my hand flat against her cut off jeans. I swear I could feel the warmth coming from her pussy through the denim! "Oh, yes! Touch me there. Oh, baby, I need to feel your hand there!" As she said this, she moved her own hands to her cutoffs, and with a deft movement she undid her short pants and let them fall to the floor. My hand returned to the spot that I had been rubbing, and this time, instead of the course jeans, I expected to feel the silk of her panties. Wrong again! The little mink wasn't wearing any. What I did feel was the fineness of her pussy hair. I didn't need an invitation. With her left nipple still in my mouth, I found my finger separating the lips of her cunny, and snaking its way inside her hot pussy! She opened her legs for me, allowing and encouraging me to push more inside her, push harder, push faster. My hand was a blur as it moved back and forth across her clit, across her wet, wet, pussy! We were both still standing, but now we were both naked. I wanted her, and there was nothing stopping me from taking what I wanted. I wished Patrick could be in here, watching me fingering this cunt, watching her beg me to hurt her. Well, he wasn't but I was, and I wanted what she had between her legs. With regret, I released her hardened nipple from my mouth. I had to. I wanted the treasure below, and I had to slide down on my knees to position her pussy with my mouth. As I made my descent, my mouth kissed her rib cage, her abdomen, and finally, I reached the fur covered object of my affection. My tongue had no trouble finding her clit. It practically leaped out at me, and the mouth that had trapped her nipples moments before was now sucking eagerly at the swelling clit between this woman's legs. Oh, yes, I wanted her! And I intended to make her come! My hands reached back up to twist her nipples as my face pressed into her pussy. She was moaning now, and pushing her cunt against my tongue as if I needed extra encouragement! While one hand tortured her right nipple, my other hand ran at will across her naked ass cheeks, and down between her legs, rubbing just inches below where my tongue was whipping her clit. "Oh...Oh...Don't stop! Please don't stop. Suck my pussy! Oh, Yes! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" She was coming on my tongue, in my mouth! There was no doubt in my mind that people outside the rest room could hear her moan, could hear her scream at me to keep sucking her pussy, and the thought of that made me even hotter! My pussy was dripping down my legs. I was wet enough to take ten men in my cunt, yet my cunt was empty! I needed to be fucked so badly! My new friend was coming down now, her momentary loss of control was becoming a memory, and she was once more cognizant of my mouth, which had never left her cunt, not for a moment while she was in the throes of her orgasm. Now she stroked my head gently, almost lovingly. She spoke to me, more quietly now. "Thank you. Your husband was right. You are very oral! I don't think I've ever come like that with a woman before." "Am I your first woman?" "In a public rest room you are. I don't know what came over me to do this. I'm really not this kind of a woman." "And what kind is that?" "I mean, the kind to engage in sex with another person, let alone another woman without even knowing their names, or just doing it without any formalities." I knew her type. Had she'd been a man, she'd have fucked a woman then called her a whore! Well, enough of this bull shit. I stood up, facing the woman I'd just fucked with my tongue. My dress was still wide open, and I was still naked. And my pussy still needed some attention. I leaned forward, gently kissing her on the lips, letting her get a taste of her own pussy juices from my lips to hers. "My name's Rachael. And you owe me a blow job." There was no use wasting time. The moment of truth was here, and either this blonde bitch was going to suck me off, or she wasn't. Either way, I wanted to know the score. "I'm Pam....and I always pay my debts." Saying this, Pam allowed herself to float to a knelling position in front of me, and without hesitation, pulled my cunt to her face. She didn't wait for foreplay. I instantly felt her tongue seek out and find my clit. She left it for just a moment while she made a full sweep of my pussy lips, from the top to the bottom, and opening the crevice with her tongue as she did it. She twisted my body till I was against the corner of the stall. Wrapping one of her arms around each of my legs, she was able to hold me tightly, and at her will, part my legs to give her greater access to my pussy. I couldn't see her face anymore. It was buried deep in my crotch. But her blonde hair was clearly visible to me, and I stroked her head, all the time thinking about how much Patrick would like to have this blonde sucking his hard dick. Patrick is fond of blondes. He told me once that his dream date was to have a blonde suck his dick, another lick his ass, and a red head sit on his face. (Lucky for me. I'm a redhead!) As this bitch worked her magic on my cunt, I could feel my excitement build. She worked her tongue in and out of my pussy, while at the same time she seemed to keep her lips glued to my clit. Damn! This woman knew how to eat a pussy! Even though I was jammed into a corner, I knew I was pushing as much pussy into her mouth as she was pushing tongue into my pussy! I felt my orgasm starting to build. I wanted to come soooo badly! She took her mouth off my cunt long enough to look up at me with those big blue eyes and say, "When we finish here, I need to use your husband's cock for just a little, if you don't mind." Then without waiting for an answer, she redoubled her efforts with her tongue on my clit. I don't know if it was the mental picture of this hot little slut fucking my husband, or the actual sensations of her hot mouth on my cunt, but whatever caused it, I started to come, and once I started, there was no stopping it. It rolled over me like a fever, starting in the pit of my pussy and spreading like molten lava across my body, up to my nipples, across my chest and completely enveloping my body! I came like a dropped load of bricks! In the midst of my orgasm, I suddenly became concerned for Pam. I was forcing my entire body against her mouth, almost as if I were trying to cram my pussy down her throat, clit first! My body racked in spasm after spasm, each one bringing relief, yet leaving a hunger for the next. And when I felt her finger shove it's way up my ass hole, I was gone! She totally wasted my composure. "Yesssss!!!!! Yessssssss!!!!! Fuck my ass hole with your fingers, Pam. Oh, baby, bite my clit. Yeah, that's good, suck me. Oh...Oh...Oh...OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Her ending technique was soft and gentle. She lightly licked my clit even as it was twitching from its recent journey into the land of unbridled passions. And I could feel her soft warm breath blow across the dampness of my cunt! I felt very kindly disposed toward this mystery woman. Helping her to her feet, we exchanged a whisper that became a kiss. Her mouth tasted of me, of my come, of my pussy! I asked her very quietly, "Do you really need my husband? I'll gladly share him with you if you'd like." She answered me with a smile and another kiss. Pam and I spent a few more minutes fixing our hair and make-up before leaving the rest room. I had assured her she could use my husband's cock, (I also needed some of his hard dick) and we were giggling as we stepped out of the brick enclosure and back into the daylight. We both noticed Patrick was not in the convertible at the same time. Looking around the roadside park, I couldn't spot him anywhere. "Where could he have gone?" Pam asked. "Probably in the little boys room." "Think we should go look for him?" There was a twinkle in her eyes as the big-boobed blonde asked the question. "You mean go into the men's room?" "Sure. You game?" Now I'd been in my share of men's rest rooms. Some of my best work had been done while I was on my knees in a bathroom stall, cock in my mouth, my high heels sticking out from under the bathroom stall's door. Patrick always told me that seeing that pose as he stood outside the stall, watching my legs, knowing what I was doing to a stranger, always made him cream in his pants. But this was a bit different. I wasn't sure he was in the bathroom, (although it did seem logical) and moreover, I'd never gone into a men's bathroom with another woman! But then, there always is a first time for everything. I guess Pam sensed my hesitation. "Tell you what. I'll go in first and see if he's there. If he is, you can come on in." "How will I know if you've found him?" "Cause I won't be coming right back out. If I find your husband, I intend to have him fuck me." "Oh. Sure. Boy am I slow!" Pam leaned closer to me, close enough for me to detect a faint whiff of my pussy on her lips. "Honey, you may be a lot of things, but you ain't slow!" With that she patted my ass and walked off toward the rest room. I walked back to the car. As soon as I saw the keys still in the ignition, I knew Patrick wasn't in the rest room. It wasn't like him to let the car out of his sight with the doors unlocked, and the keys still in it. I knew wherever he was, he could see the car. Looking around, the only vehicles in the park were two cars, and the semi truck whose driver had been jerking his cock while watching me suck my husband's dick before I went into the rest room to take care of Pam's twat. And suddenly I knew! I walked over to the truck. Standing on the ground, I hollered up into what looked like an empty cab. "Patrick." No answer. "Patrick!" Still no answer. Hmm. Could I have been wrong? I turned and headed back to the rest room, stopping to retrieve the car keys on the way. Pam had still not come out of the rest room, and that meant she'd found what she was looking for. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and walked into the men's rest room. If Patrick was in here, I reasoned, he would be already be involved with the blonde headed Pam, and he would be wanting me to be with him. This time I didn't announce myself. Even before I could see them, I heard Pam, that is, I heard Pam's moaning. She hadn't wasted any time, judging from the sounds she was making, in finding Patrick's cock and sinking it into her hot pussy. As I turned round the wall separating the large area from the small sink area, I was taken back by what I saw. Pam was getting fucked alright, but not by my husband. Patrick was standing next to the blonde hussy, his dick in her mouth, but her pussy was full of something else. Her cunt was filled with the cock belonging to the black man who'd gotten so hot watching me suck off Patrick! And judging from the way Pam was moaning, he was putting quite a load into her pussy! She was bent over, her shorts around her ankles, legs spread as far as the shorts would let them, and the trucker was holding her waist as he worked his cock in and out of her willing hole! And as if in an effort to be sexually efficient, she'd managed to swallow my husband's dick, and was serving as a receptacle for his obviously hard cock! For just a moment, the full magnitude of the scene eluded me. I assumed Patrick and his trucker friend were simply sharing Pam's body. Both the trucker and Patrick were devoid of any pants, or underwear. I saw both men's clothing on the floor, in a single clump by the bathroom door. Patrick looked a little sheepish and I at first assumed it was because I had walked in on his blow job. Then it hit me! While both men were now fucking Pam, (after a fashion) Pam hadn't been in the rest room long enough to have gotten both men to that degree of undress, and aroused, let alone gotten them this far along in the sex act. Patrick and the trucker must have already been in here, and must have already had their pants off. Patrick and the trucker must have been having sex together, without a female assist. Pam just happened along in time to serve as a pair of holes for the men to vent their sexual needs! I instantly sized up the situation, and instantly got hot again! My pussy was literally melting down my legs. If I didn't do something soon, I was sure I'd leave a puddle on the concrete floor below me. Well, I had two men here, and one of them could certainly help me out. Walking toward this human chain of sexual fantasy, I made my choice. I didn't know his name, but that black trucker looked like someone I wanted to have a deeper knowledge of. I needed his cock, and even though it was buried to the hilt in my new friend's pussy, I knew I could take it away from her. As he continued fucking her cunt, I opened the buttons on the front of his shirt. I'd had black men before, and one of my favorite things about them is their chest! With his sweat glistening chest bared to me, I began to run my hands, palms open and facing it, across his pecs, his smooth rippling muscles reacting to the feel of a white woman's touch! I placed my lips over his left nipple and licked the salty taste of his sweat. His reaction was immediate. As I licked his nipple, it immediately hardened in my mouth. Of course, Pam received the brunt of his renewed passions. He had been fucking her with some degree of restraint, but now, his body was no longer in his control. Now he rammed his steel hard black cock into her pussy, stroking deeper and faster with each thrust. I ran my long red nails across his other nipple, then down toward his stomach, finally resting my hand, still flattened against this black trucker, around his cock, and felt his hard dick as it slid between my fingers and into Pam's pussy. My other hand reached around behind him and raked the smooth skin on his back, and began its descent downward, and finally stopped when it felt the firmness of his ass. My, but he was a specimen! My hands had done their job. He no longer fucked Pam with any degree of finesse, but rather was using her like a two dollar whore with a meter running. His cock rammed into her, and with each thrust, she came closer and closer to her final explosion. I wanted her to finish quickly. I wanted her to have her orgasm and fall away from his demanding dick. I wanted him to fuck me next! All this was not lost on my husband either. He had watched as his wife's tongue licked at the black man's chest, and his eyes had followed my hands on their journey southward as they touched and stroked another man's most private area. Patrick always enjoys watching me work on a strange man, but I think when that man's cock is black, I think it gives my husband an extra boost, an extra high. There is something very dark and erotic about a white woman's soft hand touching a black man's hard cock! My plan worked. Within seconds of my hand caressing his ass, the black trucker began shooting his load into Pam's waiting hole. And as his cock contracted and shot load after load inside her, the blonde sucked my husband's cock harder and harder. I knew Patrick wouldn't be able to stand the efforts of this little whore much longer, and even as Pam's orgasm racked her body, my husband's cock began to unload its sweet nectar into the bitch's mouth. Both men had come within seconds of each other, and I'd like to think my added stimulus was the measure that started the whole chain reaction. The only other problem left before I could get the fucking I so desperately needed was that the cock I wanted had just shot a huge load into another pussy. Even as my hand worked its magic on the black guy's dick, I could feel it beginning to soften, beginning to retreat back to the semi soft state that I love so much, but that doesn't do much for my pussy when it needs a hard, hot rod inside it. I knew what I had to do. The moment the black trucker allowed his now soft cock to plop out of Pam's quivering pussy, I dropped to my knees. No man can resist my mouth! I suckled his flaccid cock with my wet lips. I could see, smell, and taste Pam's pussy on his meat, and that made me all the hotter. I slid my mouth over the end of the black man's cock, and began the suckling motion I knew would blow life back into the man's dick. As my mouth worked on his cock, my hands reached around, between his legs, and began playing with his balls and his ass. As my finger found his ass hole, and one nail started its way up his ass, my other hand gently scratched his sack of balls. This digital action, coupled with the work my tongue was doing on the length of his shaft, soon had my new friend hard as a rock. And now I wanted that rock in my pussy! I lowered myself back on the cold concrete. I'd have laid down on an ice float at that moment. My legs were spread open and bent at the knees. My pussy was gapping wide. I raised my arms, open and outstretched. What a picture I must have made for my husband. His pretty redheaded wife, laying on the floor of a men's rest room in a roadside park, naked, legs wide open, and begging a black man to fuck her! Looking up at Patrick, I licked my lips. I needn't have worried about him. He wanted me fucked as much as I needed to be fucked! He looked at the trucker and said, "I believe that bitch needs some cock!" "Okay, white sugar. You need some fucking, and I'm just the man to give it to you. Hope you can handle a real fuck!" "Shut up and fuck me. I don't need anymore talk." And he did. That big buck was down on his knees, his hard cock pushing at the opening of my pussy. "How you like it, baby? Slow and long or fast and hard?" "I told you to shut up and fuck me. You so stupid you need written instructions?" That did it. I got the reaction I'd wanted. I was speaking to him like he was a dumb animal, and I'd wounded his sense of pride. There would be only one way he could earn back my respect, at least that was the thought going through his mind. If there's one thing I do know, it's how to get a man mad enough to give a woman a hard, rough fuck. And that's what I wanted this time. Nothing soft, nothing gentle. I wanted him to rip into my pussy and fuck me like a two-bit whore. And if I had to hurt his feelings in order to get it, there was no problem. I'd do, or say, what ever I had to in order to get the fucking I wanted. "Well, what's the problem? Never fucked a white woman before?" "Fuck you, bitch. I was going to give it to you gently, let you have time to get used to this monster. But you in a hurry, bitch? No problem. Here. Fuck this!" And with that, he rammed his hard cock directly into the length of my cunt! In the first stroke he was better than half way in, pulling the outer lips of my cunny in with him. "Wait!" I screamed. "Fuck you, bitch. You wait. I'm going on in!" And he continued to pound my cunt with his steel hard fifteen inch cock! I looked toward my husband, and realized I'd get no help there. He was watching my impaling as if it were a live sex show between two people he didn't know. He wouldn't have stopped the trucker, even if he'd wanted to, and I knew he didn't want to. The next thrust saw the man buried the entire length of his dick in my cunt. My pussy was wet enough to accommodate anything he could give me, and after he'd been inside me for ten seconds, I was already stretching to accommodate this rude intruder. Ten seconds after that I was building toward my climax. "Fuck-me,-you-black-son-of-a-bitch. Fuck-me-like-you- fuck-your-mother!" Each word was punctuated by the pounding the trucker was giving my pussy. He was more than fucking me now. He was punishing me, punishing my smart mouth, punishing me for my racial attitude. But more important than all that, was the fact that he was fucking me, fucking me harder and with much more savagery than my husband could ever do. Patrick made love to me constantly. This man was fucking me. And sometimes, nothing takes the place of a good fuck! One moment I was conscious of his hard black cock poking deeply inside me, the next moment I was lost in orgasm. Wave after wave of passion flowed over me, washing me into a world of blackness, of vibrant color, of passionate fantasies with hundred of black men, thousand's of cocks, millions of hands touching me, probing me, shooting hot come all over me! And then it was over! I began to float back to reality, and as reality hit me, I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. I suddenly became aware of the cold floor under my back, the ugliness of the room in which I'd just been fucked like a slut. And I was aware of the labored breathing of the man who still lay between my legs, as well as my husband whose gaze was unbroken as he stared at the small patch of me that is called pussy, and was at that moment still full of a black man's cock. And I was aware of the blond woman whose pussy I had already eaten, and whose mouth had served as a place for my husband to release his come, and whose pussy had already had the pleasure of the trucker's cock. But most of all, I was aware of the Highway Patrolman standing at the door of the bathroom, watching, staring, trying to figure out what the hell was going on here. And I could see the bulge in his pants. Write to me at dutchboy@ballistic.com