BIG TRUCK BOYS
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I like my truck. It’s a big, blue Ford F-150 extended cab with tan highlights. I call her Babe, the blue ox. I know I’m not the only one who enjoys rolling down the avenue, peeping down into cars seeing cleavage and hot thighs, but anyway. I’m not the only one who likes my truck, because while picking up my daughter from the day care center, a very attractive sister asked me if it was mine. Now I was looking quite fly that day, though I wasn’t suited up, I was wearing a button up Pelle Pelle, long sleeve shirt and some burnt orange Pelle jeans with my Tims on. With that in mind I didn’t know if she was using my truck to flirt with me or vice versa. “Yeah, it’s mine and please don’t scratch it up with your car door”, I responded. She smiled and said, ”I wouldn’t do that, I just thought it was tight.” With her volleying the flirtation back in my direction it was time to get aggressive. “Well, let me know when you want to take a ride.” She smiled and said that she would and with that she drove away.
I did get around to taking her for that ride; we went to the drive-in and saw a flick. I was on my best behavior; she was a sweet, innocent type girl and made drinks for us as we sat there. That was until the intermission. Now we had been making small talk all evening, so she asked me about driving my truck. “ Can you drive a stick?” She looked me in the eyes and grabbed my crotch and said, “I can show you better than I can tell you.” That set it off. We started kissing and I tried to savor every movement of her tongue dancing around in my mouth. I could feel her rubbing my now stone hard dick through my pants, like it was a magic lamp and she wanted to meet my genie.
She smelled incredible, her perfume was enticing to senses. I love to experience everything in a moment, the smells, the sounds, the sights, the feelings and especially the tastes. That’s when I felt her going south to see what was keeping that genie. The warmth of her mouth sent sweet sensations through me. She used her tongue quite well. She flattened it out on the underside of my shaft and stroked it, swirled and licked it delightfully. The slurping noises she made as she sucked my dick tripled my excitement. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started my truck and pulled out of the drive-in lot, but she never stopped or missed a beat. I was weaving down the road like a drunk driver as she began to deep throat me.
I found a nice dark street to park on, fuck getting to the house, I wanted to taste that sweet pussy as soon as possibly could. I hated to interrupt her and her superb dick pleasing displays of affection, but I wanted to reciprocate. My dome light broke the darkness of the night as I opened the door. Pants undone, I went around to the other side and opened her door. I took her by the hand without saying a word. I lead her to the bed of my truck and let down the tailgate. I took off my shirt and placed it over the tailgate so her tender skin didn’t have to feel the metal’s cold touch. I sat her on the tailgate and pushed her skirt up her thighs. Her thong made me pause, but only for a second and it was back to the task at hand. The heat and moisture from her aroused state was very satisfying to me. Sucking and teasing her clit brought forth the responses and reactions any good pussy eater enjoys. She squirmed and moaned and as she came all over my face, she tried to push herself away from me, but being the insisting guy that I am, I lifted her legs and ass up towards me, up off of the tailgate so that I was in total control. I looked up into her eyes and saw that she was more than ready for a good ride, if you feel me.
I kissed her gently, to which she responded, “You taste like my pussy.” That heightened my state of arousal ten fold. With her legs straight up in the air and rested on my chest and shoulders. I pulled her close to the end of the tailgate. I don’t know if there is any sensation as pleasurable as the first stroke of sex, maybe except when you come. Her pussy was so soft, tight and wet it almost felt like I was getting head again. I heard her gasp at my penetration. There goes another one of my sense being satisfied. I stroked it slowly at first, enjoying the pleasurable warmth of her tight ass pussy. After a few minutes of slow love I gave her some thug passion, the sound of her thighs slapping mine rang out into the night air intermingled with our moans of approval. She asked me to stop. I hesitated but respected her request without question. She got up and took my hand, led me to the front of my truck and bent over onto the hood. No instructions necessary son, I recognized the task at hand.
With her beautiful breasts pressed up against my waxed hood, I rode that ass like I was a member of the Pony Express. Her groans were deep and filled pleasure now. I smacked on the ass and she screamed with pleasure. I felt the cum rising in my nuts and I tried to slow down but it was too late. I came, hard…really, really hard. So hard in fact, I didn’t realize I had a hand full of her hair. She didn’t seem to mind because she was in an orgasmic trance also. After floating back to reality, we realized that getting back into the truck might be a good idea since porch lights were starting to turn on and people were peeking out of their windows. She laughed as we made a dash for cover and we laughed and kissed as we pulled off down the street.
As I washed my truck a few days later, I could see the outlines of her breasts on my hood. I laughed out loud as my dick started to get hard again. I’ll have to give her a call when I get done, I thought. Damn I love my truck.