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"You have to remember I was eighteen and he was maybe twenty-eight and relatively new here. If I do say so myself, guys back then thought I was hot. At home, at the beach, I know guys stared; even grown men."

"You're still hot, Natalie," Shannon, the Lesbian, smiled at her.

Natalie continued: "Although they sag now, my dates couldn't wait to get their hands on them. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was letting them. It was just before graduation that I let Tommy Stemkowski do more than feel me up. I was no longer a virgin. It wasn't great, but you all know the feeling of having a guy inside you. Tommy and I fucked through the summer. It got better.

"Anyhow, I came here and I had no one. Not one date, except of course the Delta Mu guy whose name I don't even remember.

"So, when Professor Reynaud showed an interest in me, I threw myself at him. Frankly, I seduced him. My parents had some money, and once I snared him, I reserved a room at the New Englander for the weekend.

"I didn't let him out of bed. My pussy, I mean my tufted pussy was all his. Ladies, he loved the way I looked. He couldn't get enough of it."

There were squeals of delight from the sisters listening. "Are you talking about his tongue?" A sister in her thirties asked.

"Oh yeah. Whenever we were together, my tufted pussy was like a magnet for his tongue. He was so disappointed when I had my period."

"Tell us about his cock."

Natalie spread her hands about eight inches apart and smiled. "He was circumcised and we went out for over two years and by the time we split up it was all mine, if you know what I mean," she smiled.

There were "ooohs" and "aaaahs," around the table.

I didn't know what she meant. Laura whispered in my ear, "blowjobs."

When we left the Suds Bucket, I was a little drunk and confused. I thought whoever the guy was: Brandon, the professor, whomever, I'd lift up my skirt, take off my panties, he'd get on top of me, and presto soon enough I wouldn't be a virgin.

Natalie was talking about pussy eating. Something that hadn't occurred to me. Yuck. And then Laura mentioned blowjobs. No, I couldn't. I was hesitant to let a guy even get on top of me. Now, it had become an extravaganza. I just couldn't.

I didn't have much money and I wasn't ready to call my parents to tell them I was coming home. I put what I could in my back pack, and I did something you probably haven't even heard of in fifty years. I was going to hitch-hike back home to Texas; Dallas to be exact. Call me crazy.

I really didn't think this through, did I? I hadn't given it any thought at all, relatively speaking. I didn't have any money, and you're probably thinking that girl didn't have any brains either.

Things went well until I got to Syracuse, NY. For two days, I stood by the side of the road. Nothing, then it began to rain. Three hours later a trucker stopped me. "Where you headed, honey?"

Honey. He called me ‘honey.' Doesn't he know this is the 21st century? "Dallas."

"I'm headed to California. I can drop you near St. Louis, you'll be closer and you'll be out of the rain."

I jumped at the chance. "Hon, this is a sleeper cab. If you have dry clothes in your pack, you can go back there, close the curtain and change. I promise I won't look. I have to keep my eyes on the road. I'm carrying a heavy load. It'd be stupid to take a peek, although you are a cutie."

Cutie? Honey? Get me to St. Louis as quickly as possible, I was thinking.

I was soaked through, even my underwear. Thankfully my pack had a complete change of dry clothes. I crawled in back and changed as quickly and modestly as I could.

I needed to find a laundromat. I only had one more change of clothes. That's how ill-prepared I was.

After I changed, I climbed into the passenger's seat. "My name's Jerry. I don't see many hitch-hikers. I'm glad for the company."

"I'm Hannah. Thanks for the ride."

"I'll be stopping for the night in Cleveland. I'll get a shower and a hot meal there. You can sleep back there. I usually treat myself to a room. Hey, here's an idea. When we go in to eat, I can ask around see if anyone's going to Dallas."

"That'd be great."

As we got near Cleveland, "Hon, the truck stop has a laundromat and even showers for the ladies. I can't speak specifically to them, but the men's shower is usually clean in these places."

"Thanks. Those clothes I had on are sopping wet and I feel so dirty."

I got a shower, and washed and dried my clothes.

I got a break or I should say Jerry got me a break. I'd just fallen asleep when he knocked on the cab door. "Hey hon, it's Jerry. I got a guy here whose going to Dallas. He's leaving in a half hour if you want to go."

I did. I grabbed my stuff and hopped down. "This is Mike. Mike, this is Hannah."

"I'm going to Atlanta where I'll pick up a load for Dallas."

It was the smart decision.

It turned out to be a disaster.

It turned out to be eye-opening.

It turned out to be life-changing.

"Mike, I need some sleep. Do you mind if I hop in the back and close my eyes?"

"Not at all. I'll stop once we cross the Ohio River at Cincinnati. I'm only allowed to drive so many hours a day."

I slept and slept. I didn't hear Mike pull into the truck stop. "Hey hon, we have a problem. The bridge across the Ohio is out. Some kind of accident. They're talking weeks. I'll have to call my dispatcher. Sorry, sweetie. You can stay with me, but you might want to re-think your plan."

I was just waking up, "Ummmm, I think I'll stay with you for now. I mean other truckers will have the same problem, right?"

"Oh yeah. I've been talking with a number of other truckers. We're all in a bind."

For two days I slept in the tractor while Mike slept in a motel room at a truck stop just a few miles from the destroyed bridge. He left his room for an hour or so every day so I could take a shower. That was nice of him.

I found a laundromat in the truck stop, but I had a problem. I was getting low on money. I didn't have much to begin with.

Then it got worse. An early snow storm hit Cincinnati. I couldn't sleep in the tractor. It was too cold. "Listen, Hannah, the hotel room has two beds. I promise you'll be safe there, and I won't bother you."

I knew what he meant by bother. Naïve, not stupid. Well, the whole idea of hitch-hiking was pretty stupid, wasn't it?

The thing was that I was starting to hope that Mike would ‘bother' me. He was the nicest guy. I think he knew I was low on money. Every morning, he came out to the truck with a cup of coffee and a donut. Sometimes he paid for my dinner.

And he was kind of cute, in a cowboy kinda' way. I was from Texas; I liked that look. Tall, dark hair. Of course, because he was in his forties, he'd have no interest in ‘bothering' someone like me.

The first night in the motel, I slept with my clothes on: jeans, pull-over blouse, even my bra. Mike turned off the light, "good night, Hannah." I think he was only wearing his boxers. He undressed in the dark.

"Good night, Mike." Soon I heard him snoring. I fell asleep. The next morning, just like as if I was in the tractor, he brought me coffee and a Danish.

I'd been thinking about what happened back at school. They were right, it was time I lost my virginity. At the time, I wasn't ready for some fifty-year-old professor. I wasn't ready for him to eat me. I wasn't ready for a blowjob. I wasn't even ready to fuck.

Now, I thought, "Hannah, it's time."

The second night in the motel, after Mike turned off the light, I made my way to the bathroom, undressed completely, and then in the darkness found my way to his bed. "Mike, it's time that we got to know each other."

"Are you sure?"

"Mike, I don't want to be a virgin anymore. Not one more night. It's time."

I think the virgin thing shocked him. It took him a moment, then he turned on the light over the bed. "If you're sure, let me take a good look at you."

I wasn't embarrassed as Mike pulled off the blankets. I was lying on my back. My late-developing breasts had blossomed to 34DD. I was 5' 6" tall with light brown hair. I hadn't completely left my sisters at TUPH behind. In the shower, I was meticulous about grooming. I still had just that prominent tuft of hair on my pubic bone and like my Big Sister Laura did when she first shaved me, I'd just teased it.

"Hannah, you're beautiful." No one had ever said that to me. Of course not. Mike was the first guy to see me; see all of me.

We kissed. I was surprised when he stuck his tongue in my mouth; even that was a first, but I soon figured it out.

When his hand went to my breast and grazed my nipple, I sighed. "You really are a virgin?' It was a question.

I confessed. "Mike, I haven't done anything with a boy, but I want to. I don't know how long we'll be holed up here, but I want to know everything."

I meant it. Of course, I wanted him to fuck me, but if he wanted to eat me, I would spread my legs for him. If he wanted a blowjob, Mike would have to tell me how, but I was willing.

Speaking of eating. "Hannah, I've been with a number of other women. What I've learned is that before I fuck a woman, it's only right that I eat her. Are you ready for that?"

No, I wasn't. Yes, I was. "Please, Mike, make love to me."

That was the beginning of the most wondrous night. Mike got out of bed and turned on every light in our dingy motel room. Then he took off his boxers. His cock was at half-mast. I guess just the thought of fucking does that to a guy. Looking back, his cock was just about average, but at the moment, naïve me wondered how it was going to fit. I mean, not even a tampon had been up there.

Back in bed, Mike played with my breasts while we tongue kissed. "Hannah, you have the most beautiful titties," he mumbled.

I hoped he wasn't just saying that. I mean, I'd already told him he could have me. He didn't have to sweet talk me. I wanted to believe him.

He stopped kissing me, and started kissing my breasts. My nipples got hard. I felt things I never felt before. "Hannah, I told you that I want to eat you. What I didn't tell you is that the women I've been with told me that they'd never been with a man who went crazy over their pussy like I did. I'm going to be a while.

Mike got between my legs. "Oh, what a beautiful pussy. Hannah, I love the way you look. I just might want to eat it all night."

Since I didn't know any better, I hoped not. You can't lose your virginity to a tongue, can you? That doesn't count, does it? I'm sincere, that was an honest question. That's how naïve I was.

Fifteen minutes later I was in wonderland. Now, I hoped Mike would eat me all night. His tongue, oh my, his tongue. I knew about orgasms, but I didn't know they'd be like this. I didn't know how to fuck, but I was certain I was fucking his face.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, OH PLEASE MIKE. KEEP DOING ME LIKE THAT. OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD."

He went on and on. My orgasms seemed to get more intense. I was going crazy on the bed. Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing and Mike just kept eating me. "Do you think you're ready now?"

Ready for what? I'd forgotten all about losing my virginity. My whole being was focused on his tongue and my pussy.

He crawled up and on top of me. I could feel his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I could feel his wet face; his very wet face on my breasts.

Then Mike, the truck driver, didn't fuck me. At least not right away. Sure, his cock was right there, but that's where he left it.

What he did do was kiss my breasts, suck my nipples and talk to me. "Hannah, you have the most beautiful pussy."

"Hmmmmmm."

"Hannah, I've never tasted a more delicious pussy."

"Thank you, Mike. I'm glad you liked it."

"Liked it, I loved it. I'd keep eating it but I think we both know it's time, isn't it?"

"Mike, after what you've been doing to me. You can have anything you want. Your tongue was the most marvelous thing. I'd love for you to eat me some more, but you're right it's time." I scooted my ass around trying to get his cock inside me.

I was a Texas gal; I'd been riding horses since before I could walk. I'm certain that hymen thing was long gone. Between my natural lubricants that at my age I produced in huge quantities and the things that Mike's tongue did to my pussy, there was no pain. There was just joy.

And Mike wasn't even fucking me yet. His cock was all the way in, but he didn't move much.

I did.

"Go slow, Hannah. We have all night."

The feeling of his cock, even as slowly as we were moving was the most wondrous thing; not as wondrous as his tongue, but still . . .

"Please, Mike. Fuck me liked you'd fuck any other woman. I'm not fragile."

He didn't.

Just a slow, steady fuck. I was doing most of the moving. "Hannah," he whispered in my ear, "you have the best pussy."

"Fuck me, Mike. Tell me more." I was bouncing a little faster.

"As soon as I stuck my tongue in your pussy, I knew I was in for something special."

I moved my hips. "You liked it that much."

"It's the sweetest pussy ever. Would you like me to eat it some more? I'd love that."

My hips and ass could not have moved any faster and Mike was soon joining me. "That's it, baby, fuck my cock. Fuck it good. Move that ass." I was moaning and sighing. Damn, why didn't I do this before? I thought.

I didn't realize it at the time, but Mike could fuck and fuck. Later, he claimed it was me that motivated him. That was nice of him.

When we were finished, "Hannah, are you sure it was your first time?" He was lying on top of me, using my breasts for pillows.

"It was, why?"

"You're a good fuck for someone who has no idea what she's doing."

"Thank you, Mike, but I think it was your cock and the way you ate me. Tell me again, how good my pussy was to eat."

I fell asleep with Mike whispering in my ear.

In the morning, I looked out the window, it was still snowing. "Mike," I said as I came back to bed, "would you like to fuck me again?"

"Of course, but you know what I want first."

"Then I should probably take a shower. I'm all yucky after last night." I assumed he wanted to eat me.

I wasn't wrong. I couldn't imagine that a man would ever eat my pussy any better like Mike did. When I came back to bed after showering, Mike had a big smile on his face. "What's so funny."

"Look what you did? Those are fresh fingernail scratches on the headboard. I might have done something right to you last night?"

I didn't even realize it last night. "Oh, you did, Mike, and I hope you're in the mood to do it again this morning."

I don't think I had a better morning: it was a pussy eating morning. Yes, as my Big Sister, Laura, suggested, my first time was special; very special.

Needless to say, I let him. Sure, in an orgasmic state, I begged him to fuck me; begged for his cock. But I knew it and he knew it; I didn't mean it. I wanted him to keep going with his tongue.

I'd come a long way since I fled the sorority house. I'd been a naïve little girl. Hard to believe it was less than a week ago. Now, I was okay with losing my virginity, but I couldn't have imagined letting any guy use his tongue on my pussy.

It was almost noon before he mounted me. My no longer virginal pussy was so ready for his cock. "Mike, I don't need any of that slow, romantic stuff. Fuck me."

Mike, the forty-something year old trucker and I banged the shit out of each other. "Not yet, Mike, don't cum yet. My pussy loves your cock. Keep fucking me." I think I was yelling.

"No Hannah, keep fucking me. You have the best fucking pussy."

"And the best eating pussy? Tell me Mike. Please tell me."

"Didn't I show you this morning? Do you want me to eat you right now?"

"Yes, oh yes." He started to pull out. I wrapped my legs around his back. "I didn't mean right, right now. Keep giving me your cock. Fuck me."

When we finished, Mike laughed again. There were more scratches on the headboard. I never noticed.

Later that afternoon, "Hannah, I have good news. There's a load that will be here tomorrow. I'll take it to Richmond where I have another truckload for Atlanta. That trailer in Atlanta is still waiting for me to take to Dallas."

"So, we're leaving tomorrow? Great. I'll be home in less than a week."

That night before we got in bed, I was naked; Mike still had on his boxers. I put my arms around him, "Mike, you've been so good to me, so patient. Thank you. I lost my virginity, not only in the traditional way, but also my pussy has become very familiar with your tongue."

"What are you trying to say, Hannah?"

"Mike, like I said, I lost my virginity, but I still have a virgin mouth. Will you teach me to give you a blowjob?"

He started to laugh. I started to get on my knees. "Hannah, are you sure you're ready for that?"

"I've lost everything else in this dumpy motel. I might as well go all the way." I pulled his underwear down to his ankles; he stepped out of them. For the first time, I had a really good look at a cock.

"Mike, your cock is beautiful." Like I said, later in life I'd recall that it was just about average, but right now, as it began to rise. I thought it was perfect. Fucking it gave me such immense pleasure.

"Hannah, you don't have to do this if you don't want."

"I want." I kissed it all over; from his foreskin, which he showed me how to pull back. "Just lick it," he instructed.

I licked his head to his balls. I played with his ball sack with my tongue. By the time I licked my way up to his shaft, he was rock hard. "Now what do I do?"

He gave me a lesson on putting as much as I could in my mouth. That night I didn't really suck it, I didn't make him cum.

What did happen was that I got Mike so excited, he couldn't wait to fuck me. It was the best fuck ever. "If you're going to fuck me like that, you need to let me suck it more often. In the morning, you need to let me practice."

There wasn't really much time in the morning, Mike had to hook up his tractor to his new load and we were on the road to Richmond. "We'll be there by nightfall. Usually, I'd sleep back there, but I think you'd prefer I get a room at the truck stop."

"How far is it?"

"With a stop for lunch, we should be there in a little over eight hours."

"When we get to Richmond, you'll probably be tired. Maybe you could take a shower, and then I can get on my knees and practice. You have to admit, I need the practice."

"You don't need the practice fucking . . ."

"Mike, I'm not talking about fucking. I need to learn to suck your cock."

He laughed, but when we got to Richmond, it worked out as I planned. Mike gave me some ideas about technique, etc. and late that night for the first time, I swallowed a load of cum. "Mike that was the most stupendous thing. Wow, Mike, I love sucking your cock. You probably need some sleep."

"I do."

"Let me help you sleep. Mike, in the morning, Hannah wants to suck your cock again. Sweet dreams," I giggled. As I fell asleep, I thought, ‘hmmmm, my first taste of cum. I liked the taste. I'll want more. I'll definitely want more.'

In the morning, there was no pussy eating and no fucking. I sucked and sucked. "You're a fast learner," Mike said after he'd finished in my mouth.

"It's your cock, it's so good to suck."

"Well, tonight when we get to Atlanta, it'll be my turn."

"Do you want to tell me what you're planning?"

"I think you know how I'm going to repay you. If you really think about it, you're panties will be wet before noon time."

I knew what Mike had in mind, I just wanted to hear him say, "Hannah, I want to eat your sweet pussy." He was right, just thinking about his tongue had my pussy dripping.

In Atlanta, our load was ready to go and I'd be heading home to Dallas. Mike was not allowed to drive until he got, I think it was eight hours rest. He actually got ten, but he spent almost half of it with his face in my tuft and his tongue in my pussy. "You're more delicious than I remembered."

"Mike, it was only two days ago."

"I know, but the way you sucked my cock, I almost forgot how good your pussy tastes."

"Then you're going to need a refresher every few days," I laughed and wrapped my legs around his head.

We'd have one more night together and then I'd be home in Dallas. I'd been thinking about that. "Mike, where do you go after Dallas?"

"I have a load for San Francisco. Why?"

"No reason."

We were only two hours from Dallas when Mike was forced to stop for the night. After showering, "Mike, you were so good to my pussy last night, I think since this is our last night together, I think I should make it memorable."

I went down on him. I'd improved. I'd say that my best asset was that I was enthusiastic, and when he got close, mumbled. "give me all you're sweet cum, baby."

Tonight, as I enthusiastically sucked, "Mike, what would you say if I wanted to go to California with you?" He could see my eyes smiling as I slid my lips up and down his shaft.

"For a young kid, aren't you still a teenager? You fight dirty."

"Mike doesn't like what Hannah's doing?" I pulled his foreskin back as far as possible and my tongue played with his cockhead, and I giggled.

"Okay, you can come with me, but what are you going to tell your parents?"

"I didn't answer. I just began to suck more enthusiastically, bobbing up and down until he came in my mouth. I suppose you could call that fighting dirty.

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