Long Hard Truckers

by Madison Faye

  This is insane.

  This is even more insane then taking a road trip as a college freshman, with my father being who he is.

  I kiss Tucker harder, gasping as his hand toys with my panties. The other slides up my tank top, pushing it with him until it slips higher, over my pert breast. His fingers circle a nipple, and my whole head is spinning as I lose myself in this heat and this craziness.

  And I’m so wet. I’m so incredibly turned on like I’ve never been before. This man is so much older than me, and so hard and rough and a little scary if I’m being honest. But in a way that sends a thrill through me at how wrong this is. He’s covered in muscles — a stranger who basically kidnapped me in his truck with his equally rough friend. Oh right, and his friend is sleeping right next to us as I lose myself completely in this kiss.

  I can feel his cock throbbing against my hand — twitching and straining at the denim. My hand strokes at the bulge, and he groans as he kisses me harder and toys with my nipples.

  “You like what you feel, princess,” he grows.

  I whimper, kissing him as my fingers tease over his jeans. His hand slides around my hip, teasing my skin as it makes its way to the front. Fingers deftly pop my button, my pulse racing as he slips his fingers down into my tiny jean shorts. I gasp, his hand sliding over my soaked panties — one finger dragging over my lips through the sticky cotton and lace and making me whimper.

  “Nice and fucking wet for me,” he growls. “You know what woke me up, baby girl?”

  I whimper, shaking my head.

  “Not the dream I had of you, sitting on my lap bouncing this sweet little pussy up and down on my cock.”

  I moan.

  “Not that I could feel you against me. Not even your hand on my cock like a greedy little girl who’s hungry for a taste. No, princess,” he groans. “It wasn’t that. It was that I could fucking smell how wet your little cunt was. I could smell how much you wanted this.”

  His finger rolls over my clit through my panties, and I cry out softly into his lips.

  “You always let much older, rough truckers play with your naughty little pussy like this?”

  “Never,” I gasp.

  “Good,” Tucker hisses. “Because now, you’re mine.”

  His big fingers tug my panties to the side, and when one runs up my bare, slick lips, I crush my mouth to his. My hand strokes him harder, and I can feel him throb and twitch under me. He pulls his hand from my nipple, and I groan in protest until I feel it rest atop mine.

  “Why don’t you take it out and feel it, baby girl. I know you want to feel it hard and hot in your little hand.”

  He tugs at his zipper and my pulse races. This is insane, nuts, wild, dangerous — all these words I push away as he tugs that zipper down and pops his button. He reaches in, pulling himself free, and I gasp as I feel something thick and hard and hot and huge spring free. I drop my eyes, and my jaw drops at the size of him. His thick shaft, the swollen, flared head. The glistening drop of precum trickling from the tip.

  I hesitate for a second because I honestly don’t even know what to do. I’ve been with two men before — boys, really. Boys who were nowhere even near anything like this man and what he’s got pulsing up from below his rippling abs. My breath catches, and the heat pulses through me as my hand moves forward. My fingers brush his big cock, and I shiver as he groans. Tucker’s fingers stroke through my pussy lips, making me whimper as I start to close my small hand around his thick shaft.

  His lips crush to mine, and my whole world is spinning as I kiss this rough stranger and stroke his massive cock while he plays with my drooling, slippery pussy.

  This is insane. It’s by far and away the craziest, hottest, wildest, most reckless thing I’ve ever done. And I’m positive that nothing could possibly make it even crazier—

  “Such a fuckin’ dirty little girl.”

  …Until I hear Walker’s voice behind me.

  I gasp, whirling. My heart jumps into my throat, and my hand flies away from Tucker as I try and cover up — to get my shirt back down or my shorts buttoned back up.

  But Tucker stops me.

  He growls, his hand stopping mine, keeping my breasts bared as I turn to see Walker looking right at us, a fire in his eyes. His hand is wrapped around a thick bulge in his jeans, and he growls as his eyes drift over me, hungrily. Tucker’s hand stays in my panties, stroking my pussy, making no move to cover me up. Walker leans closer, his eyes locked on mine.

  “You always act like a dirty, slutty little bad girl when big, rough strangers pick you up?”

  “No,” I whisper.

  “Just the ones that kidnap you then, huh?”

  I swallow, my face red and pulse racing as Walker’s hand slides up my thigh. I’m still half turned into Tucker, his fingers still teasing my slick, hot pussy, and Walker’s hands moves higher.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

  “No,” I gasp quietly.

  “You’ve never been picked up like this, or done this with a man you just met.”

  “How—” I swallow, putting on as much of a sultry face as I think I can manage. “How do you know that?”

  Tucker chuckles darkly. Walker just smiles hungrily.

  “I can tell, princess. Which means you ain’t never been with two men, have you?”

  “I—”

  I think about lying, or making up some story to make me seem more worldly or experienced, but Walker just shakes his head.

  “Nah, don’t even try to tell me otherwise, baby girl. I know you haven’t. I know by the way your pulse is racing, by that look in your eyes that you haven’t. I know by the way your eyes keep dropping to my cock that this is all new to you. And I know by the way Tucker’s fingers are still playing with that slippery little pussy that you’re fucking dripping wet at the thought of it.

  I tremble, whimpering quietly as my whole world spins in the thick heat of the truck cab. Walker doesn’t blink as he starts to tug on his zipper, and I moan softly.

  Oh God, this is happening.

  Tucker’s lips brush my ear, and I moan softly as his fingers roll over my clit. “Take his cock out, princess,” he growls. “Wilder and me share everything, you know.”

  His lips tease over my neck, sucking the soft skin there as he plays with my throbbing pussy.

  “And now, we’re gonna share you.”

  Walker leans in, and my pulse races. His hand slides up my ribs, teasing over my skin until his big hand covers my soft breast. His fingers tease round my areola, making gasp as my nipples aches to a tingling point. My lips are already swollen from kissing Tucker, but that doesn’t stop Walker as his sear to mine, and everything explodes.

  Chapter 5

  Tucker

  I growl as I watch her kiss my buddy. Fuck it’s hot watching her moan as he claims her lips.

  No, it's not like any shit like that. This is my best friend in the world. Walker and me, we’re like brothers. We grew up next door to each other, in the shittiest little trailer park in Sugar County. My dad was an abusive junky. So was his. My momma was long gone, but Walker’s mom managed to hold out through the beatings and the shit-storms until one day, his dad tried to rip off the wrong dealer and caught one through the chest.

  After that, I moved in with them, and we’ve basically been like bothers ever since.

  The Marines were an easy pick. We were both always big kids, and as we got older, we only got bigger, and stronger. We’d both played football, and more importantly, we both needed to get the hell out of Sugar Country for a while.

  If we’re being honest, both of us needed to man up, too. We were getting in trouble, picking dumb fights, going on joyrides, and generally headed down the wrong path. Enlisting might just have saved us from jail, or dying young in drunk-driving accident or something.

  The service shaped us the hell up.

  We saw a lot of shit over there in both Iraq and Afghanistan, but we made it through together. We c
ame back after our tours, but neither of us was quite ready to settle down yet. So, we went in on this truck together. I don’t know a soul in this world besides Walker I could spend all this time in a small truck cab with. But with him and me, it just works out.

  And right now, it's about to work out like never before.

  We’ve been with women before. Together, switching off. But, not for so long, and besides that, there’s something very different about this girl. Beyond being hot as hell. Beyond being gorgeous, and a little wild with a big serving of innocent at the same time. Beyond being tempting as sin.

  Being this close to her, just being near her has something tugging deep inside of me. Hell, seeing her back at the Fuel Dump sparked something I haven’t felt in a long damn time. Shit, maybe ever.

  In the times before, when Walker and I shared a woman, it felt…fine. It was just something that was happening, not something we actively ever sought out. It was never something that made it even hotter. It was just both of us with a woman. Being together just…I don’t know, saved time?

  With Sierra, it’s something more than that. And I know there ain’t a chance in hell I could even try denying that.

  Watching her kiss Walker like this, shit. I get even harder, my cock throbbing in her small hand. She moans, her fingers moving like they’re remembering what they were doing when she paused to kiss my best friend. But now, they move again. Her soft hand shuttles up and down my shaft, stroking the soft skin and the rock hard muscle beneath. Precum leaks from my crown, trickling down my shaft and making her fingers sticky and slick as she jerks my big cock.

  “Take his cock out,” I growl again. Fuck, I can feel her getting even wetter. I can feel her slick, tight little molten pussy quiver and leak more of her juices all over my fingers. Her hand drops to Walker’s lap, and he growls as he kisses her harder, tasting those lips.

  Any other man on earth, and he’d be dead right now.

  For touching her.

  For kissing her.

  For fucking looking at her the way he is right now.

  But not my best friend. Not Walker. Hell, even Colton or his brother Shepherd — both guys we know from growing up who we’re close as can be with? Nah, wouldn’t happen with them. I’d knock their asses out for looking at Sierra.

  But with Walker and me, I want her to keep going.

  She cups his bulge through his jeans, whimpering as she kisses him and strokes my cock. Her pussy is so fucking wet it’s making her panties soaked. My fingers make obscene wet sounds as they tease her clit. Walker tugs his zipper down, pulling at his belt buckle and the button of his jeans before he slips his hand in and pulls himself free.

  Sierra pulls away and moans.

  Yeah, he’s every bit as hung as me. Every bit as thick, and long, and fucking hard a steel. And now this little college tease is going to get two thick, big cocks making her scream for more.

  She reaches out, breathing heavily in the stillness of the truck cab as her fingers slip around his shaft. Walker groans, kissing her, and I move in, my lips finding her neck and her earlobes, growling into her skin as she starts to tremble between us. Her hands slide up and down, stroking both of our cocks, making both of us groan in pleasure.

  I pull her away from him, and instantly crush my mouth to hers, kissing her again. Walker drops down, his tongue and lips teasing over her collarbone before he dips down, wrapping his lips around one of her soft pink nipples, and sucking. She whimpers, her pussy clenching around one teasing finger of mine as she moans into my mouth. I pull her shirt up, breaking away only to lift if off her head, yank it off her long blonde hair, and toss it away.

  It’s like watching fire catch hold with her. Slowly, it’s like she’s letting the heat we’re all feeling engulf her, like she’s letting it burn away at whatever reservations she’s got left. I don’t know her. I don’t know anything about her. But I know just by the way she kisses, and the ways she moans, that this is all new to her. No, she’s not some truck stop bunny. She’s never jumped in a truck before. And she’s never had two men, I know that without a fucking doubt.

  I pull away again to tear my own t-shirt off, watching Walker do the same. She swallows, her eyes dancing between us at our muscles and tattoos, the three of us half nude in the darkness of the cab with only the glow of the dashboard light illuminating us all.

  Sierra sinks into the big bench seat between us, gasping as the both of us move in. We each take a breast, sucking and swirling our tongues around her delicate pink nipples. Fuck, her skin tastes like fucking cotton candy — like honey and innocence. Her hands move faster, stroking and jerking both of our big cocks on either side of her as she moans wildly.

  Walker tugs at her shorts, lifting her tight little ass up as he yanks them down her legs. She kicks them away, and when the both of us spread her legs, she gasps wantonly, letting us.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” Walker groans into her neck. “Stroke those big fucking cocks. You like having both your hands full of us? Two big cocks making your little pussy cream all over Tucker’s fingers?”

  She moans, throwing her head back as we both tease and suck and bite over her skin.

  “You never been with two before have you?” he growls.

  “No!” she whispers.

  “And I guaran-fucking-tee that none of those little college boys you go to school with have what we have.”

  She shakes her head, and when Walker’s hand slides up her thigh towards where I’m playing with her pussy, she whimpers and trembles. I slip my fingers free, and Walker moves in, pushing her soaked little lacy white thong to the side and teasing a finger over her lips. He eases it between her lips and curls it inside, and she moans wildly. Sierra cries out as Walker starts to play with her clit, her hands shuttling faster on our cocks.

  But we want more. Like I said, we’ve been in this truck too long. Saving her was one thing. But now that she’s ours? Well, she’s ours.

  I bring my fingers up and lick at them, sucking them clean of her cream as she watches, her face red.

  Goddamn she tastes like heaven. Sweet as pie — like Georgia honey. She tastes exactly how I imagined her tight little eighteen-year-old college girl cunt would taste like.

  And I want fucking more. It’s like an instant addiction — a craving I won’t be denied.

  Sierra yelps as I spin her, tugging her legs up onto the bench so that she tumbles back against Walker. My hands slip up her thighs, hooking into her panties and tugging them down her long tanned legs to expose her sweet little pussy to my hungry eyes. Fuck, she’s got these little pale tan lines from a bikini bottom. Nothing on top, which tells me she’s been sunbathing topless somewhere.

  Naughty girl.

  The contrasts of tan and light, with her pink, glistening pussy lips right there for my taking has the beast inside of me roaring to break free — to tear my jeans off, line my cock up and push my fat head deep inside of her.

  But no, not yet.

  First, she’s the heaven for me to taste.

  I move in, my breath teasing over her thighs. She whimpers, gasping as Walker leans down to kiss her deeply. His hands slide over her tits, teasing her nipples and twisting them enough to make her moan as they pucker to little pink points. I move closer, open my mouth, and let my tongue drag up every single millimeter of her gorgeous little cunt.

  Fuck. Yes.

  She’s even tastier this way than licking her off my fingers. I drag my tongue across her pouty, puffy pussy lips, letting it part her folds as it drags higher. I growl and slip it down again, teasing all the way down until my tongue dances across her perineum, making her squeal before teasing back up until it flicks over her hard little clit. Sierra bucks, whimpering as I start to lick her tight little pussy like it deserves to be licked.

  Walker groans, watching me, stroking his cock. I grab her hips, pulling her against me, which has her sliding down onto the bench seat more. Her head is on Walker’s lap, and when she turns to see him stroking that thic
k cock of his right next to her face, she moans.

  “Open up princess,” he groans, angling his cock down. I drag my tongue over her clit, and Sierra moans, opening her mouth up and licking her lips.

  “Open wide and wrap those sweet little lips around my cock.

  Walker eases his cock nearer, and when she lifts her head up and swipes a tongue across his head, he groans. “Fuck, princess, just like that. Lick that big cock like a good girl.”

  She moans even fiercer at his words, and I can see the heat blooming over her skin. I groan into her, my tongue swirling around her clit and making her hips buck against me. Her slick, honeyed cream drips down my lips and my chin, making me growl as I push my tongue deep to taste more. I look up, my pulse racing as I watch her open her soft lips, moan, and then slide them over Walker’s thick head.

  He groans.

  “Oh fuck, baby girl,” he hisses, his muscles rippling. His hand slides into her hair, tangling in her long blonde locks as she slurps wetly on his head. “Fuck, just like that. Fuck, your lips looks so fucking sexy wrapped around me like that.”

  I flick my tongue across her clit, making her moan around his cock she starts to slide down on him, taking him into the back of her throat. She whimpers, sucking loudly as she starts to bob on his shaft. I move faster, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking gently. Her muffled cries of pleasure fill the cab, her hips rolling as she pushes eagerly against me. My tongue swirls over her throbbing little clit, and when I ease my fingers against her opening, I can feel her tremble with need.

  I slide two fingers easily inside, curling them to stroke against her little spot just inside. Sierra screams in pleasure around Walker’s cock, making him groan as he throws his head back. Fuck, I bet the feeling of her pleasure vibrating through his cock feels fucking incredible. I suck harder at her aching clit, and when I bring a third finger down to tease over her impossibly tight, puckered little asshole, Sierra starts to go to pieces.