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Of course, I rewarded him with a blowjob.

Twice more as we headed toward California, I saw signs for rest areas. Twice more Mike pulled off the road. Twice more I got naked, now leaving my panties on. Twice more I gave him a blowjob only because I was having my period. Mike didn't complain.

Crossing into California, "Hannah, about three hours away, there's a big truck stop. Truckers pick up loads going just about anywhere. I can make inquiries. Where do you want to go?"

"I think it's time to get back to school. The semester starts in a month. That gives me a month to get to Boston. If you could get me a ride to Boston or even New York that would be great. Mike, I need a ride, but I'm not going to fuck and suck my way east. A ride, no strings attached."

"I'll ask around."

Our last night together, Mike and I didn't sleep. It was a night of eating and sucking; culminating with an early morning fuck that was the best ever.

The next day, Mike introduced me to Joe. "Hannah, I'm leaving tomorrow with a load for Chicago. I can take you that far. After that, no promises. I have a tentative load to New York, but that's not in writing. I'm from New Jersey. I want to get home."

I was skeptical for a couple of reasons. Joe was well over 6 feet tall with a bit of a belly. I'd guess he was about sixty. He had a white beard which looked good in contrast to his black face.

That was a problem. I'm a Texas gal. I'd heard all the rumors, myths and gossip about black men. I was a little scared. I'd be alone with him for a few days. Who knows what he might do to me?

Remember I'd never dated in high school or in college and I certainly wouldn't have dated a black guy. A few of my sisters at Tau Upsilon Phi had black boyfriends. I was shocked. I was beside myself when I found that they not only had black boyfriends; they were sleeping with them.

Sure, I'd fucked and sucked Mike, and he'd eaten my pussy, but I couldn't imagine doing anything like that with a black guy. I'd be spending a week maybe more with Joe. What if . . ."

No, I just couldn't. I mean I could ride with him to Chicago, but anything else, no.

We left early the next morning. No one could have been nicer than Joe the trucker. He made sure I ate and slept properly. When he needed to be off the road, he found a truck stop and got a motel room. I slept in the tractor but Joe let me shower in his room.

Ever since I walked out of the bathroom in that dumpy motel near Cincinnati and climbed naked into Mike's bed, I got fucked, eaten or sucked Mike's cock just every day. Now, sitting in the passenger seat of Joe's tractor, I needed it. I needed a cock or a tongue in pussy. I needed a cock in mouth.

I didn't know how to approach him. Then I got a break: a good break and a bad break. We were in Wyoming on I-80 when Joe heard a noise in the engine. Just off the interstate he found a truck garage, it didn't take long for Joe to pass on the bad news: "Hannah, this cab is dead. The leasing company will get me a new one in two or three days. In the meantime, I'm stuck here. There's a motel across the street, but you might want to start hitch-hiking east."

I looked around, we were in the middle of nowhere. I could stand on the entrance ramp of the Interstate for days and only a half dozen cars and trucks might pass by. "No, I'll stay with you. I think that's my best bet."

The bad news got worse. Maybe. The motel only had one room available, but as Joe explained "it did have a king size bed and there was a small restaurant next door."

I took a shower while Joe worked things out with the mechanic and made some phone calls. We got something to eat and then Joe took a shower. I put on the one nightgown I had and was in bed with the light off when he finished in the bathroom.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Both of us were on the far sides of the big bed. It was the best we could do. I was hoping he'd make a move or a suggestion. It wasn't to be. However, not fifteen minutes later in the room next door, we heard her through the thin walls. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh baby give me your cock, give it to me just like that. Fuck Lila's pussy. Fuck it hard. My pussy loves your cock, fuck me, baby, fuck Lila's pussy."

I'd been dozing. I couldn't help but giggle. "Joe, are you awake?"

"How could I not be?"

"Joe, I want some of what that girl's getting." I rolled over towards him and put my arms around him.

"Hannah, it's not right. How old are you? Eighteen?"

"Nineteen, next month."

"I'm sixty-one and you know I'm black."

"I know that the girl next door is having a good time. I need a good time, Joe." I sat up, turned on the light, and pulled the nightgown over my head. Of course, I was naked underneath. The blankets were at my waist.

I learned a lot from Mike, and one of those was that men are easily enticed. Joe looked at my 34DDs and he just couldn't help himself. "I'm going to regret this in the morning."

I made sure he didn't. There wasn't a lot of romance or foreplay. Listening to the girl next door had me wet and Joe excited. Ya' know that myth about black men having big cocks?

My sample size is small; just one sample. It was true. When my hand worked its way inside his boxers, my eyes almost popped out of my head. It was bigger than Mike's, the only other one I knew. Not just bigger; way, way bigger. I looked forward to it. "Joe, my pussy is so ready. Please, give it to me."

I think Joe thought that if he fucked me hard and slammed it in there, it would be painful and I'd insist he stop and that would be the end of it. He probably thought, I'd get dressed, pack my things and be standing at the Interstate ramp within the hour.

Nope. "Oh God, Joe. Your cock feels so good. Keep feeding my pussy. I've never felt anything like it. Fuck me good." I was trying to whisper. I mean, it was obvious. We could still hear the woman next door. She seemed to be getting fucked good. We could hear her bed squeaking. I didn't want them to hear me but I wanted to get fucked good.

I put the pillow over my face to keep from screaming. That's how good his big cock felt.

Joe didn't say much, but he did as I asked: ‘he fucked me good.' And to be fair, I fucked him good, too. My ass was bouncing up and down on the bed. My legs were moving like I was riding a bicycle. "Oh yeah, Joe, keep fucking me; I'm cumming. Oh baby, your cock is so good to me."

When he finished, which to my great joy wasn't right away, "Hannah, for a kid you certainly know how to fuck."

"Thank you, Joe. I needed your cock. It was so good."

"I need some sleep."

Joe was gone when I woke up. I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, Joe was sitting on the bed. "I got you a cup of coffee and a Danish. I think it's yesterday's Danish."

He looked me up and down. I only had a towel on my head. "Damn, Hannah, you're a beautiful girl." He was staring, but just like Mike, his eyes lasered in on my tuft.

"Joe, after last night, can you think of me as a woman, not a girl?"

"Oh, you're definitely a woman."

"I sat on his lap and kissed him on the mouth. "Joe, I want more like last night. We're going to be here for a few days." I put his hand on my tit. He wasn't stupid. He left it there. His big hands were so gentle. The contrast was striking: his big black hands on my pure white titties.

Then I was as blunt as I'd learn to be with Mike. "Can I start your day off with a blowjob?" I was anxious to become more familiar with the cock that gave me so much pleasure last night. I was no longer even aware of the age thing, and the black and white thing didn't bother me.

Is there a guy in the world that says no to my offer?

I got off his lap, and Joe got undressed. When he sat back down, I got on my knees. The dingy motel's carpet seemed like it hadn't been cleaned or vacuumed in months. At the moment, I didn't care. All I cared about was sucking that big stiff cock.

Yes, I'd felt it last night, but I think my pussy leaked down my thighs when I saw it. My God it didn't look anything like Mike's. Forget the color difference. Joe was circumcised; that cockhead was right there for me to play with. And of course, not only was his cockhead visible, but it was so much bigger, as was his shaft and his ball sack.

Here's how naïve I was: I didn't even know about uncut and circumcised cocks. I'd had fun with Mike's. After the way Joe fucked me last night, I was certain I was going to have even more fun this morning.

I wrapped a hand around it. "So, this is the instrument which made my pussy hum last night." I put it in my mouth. Inch by inch my lips slid down his shaft. In case you can't picture it; it was a long thick black pipe.

"Damn, Hannah, you are one cock hungry girl."

With a mouthful, I tried to say woman.

"Yes, woman. Now, most women I've been with can't take all of it. What kind of woman are you?"

For the next half hour, I tried and tried. It was a struggle. Joe, watched, amused by my effort. His cock had to be over eight inches long and thick. I probably never got passed four maybe five inches, when I started going up and down on it.

I loved sucking it as much as I loved fucking it.

"That's a good girl, I mean woman. Show Joe how much you love to suck his cock."

I did. At least I thought I did. I was looking forward to tasting his cum.

It didn't happen.

"Hannah, I want more of that pussy. I want to fuck that pussy again."

Reluctantly, I took his cock out of my mouth. "Okay, but I'm going to want to suck it again."

He laughed, but when I got on my back, he was on top of me. "Hannah, when I went out for coffee, I saw the people next door leaving. You can be as loud as you want this morning."

I didn't hold back; I didn't bite my tongue. I didn't cover my face with a pillow. From the moment that big cockhead entered my pussy, I was loud. "Joe, please, give me all of it. Give me all that big cock. Fill my pussy up."

My ass and hips were moving. My head was going side to side. YES, OH YES JOE, YOUR COCK, YOUR COCK, OH YOUR COCK. FUCK ME HARDER. MY PUSSY LOVES YOUR BIG COCK."

"Did Hannah like sucking my cock?"

"YES, OH, YES." My eyes were wide open and I was smiling up at him. "I'LL SUCK IT WHENEVER YOU WANT, JUST NOT RIGHT NOW."

"Tell me you like sucking it."

"OH JOE, I DO. I LOVE SUCKING YOUR BIG COCK. FUCK ME HARDER."

We banged the shit out of each other, Joe lasted and lasted. I moaned, writhed and I have to say, I gave him a good, a really good fuck. It helps when the guy your fucking, gives you a really good fuck.

He collapsed on top of me.

The rest of the day was boring; I walked around. Like I said, we were in the middle of nowhere. Joe made phone calls begging and cajoling to get his new tractor delivered sooner.

When we went to bed that night, "Joe, I never got to finish that blowjob this morning."

He laughed, "My ex-wife called it my licorice stick. What would you call it?"

I reached for it; it was already rising. "Well, it's much sweeter than licorice. I'd call it a beautiful piece of manhood. And perhaps when I get finished with you, I can call it a delicious piece of manhood." I went down on him, and I didn't stop sucking it until he'd cum in my mouth.

I crawled up on his chest, and whispered, "you do have a delicious piece of manhood. I hope you'll let me taste it again."

"Anytime, Hannah, anytime," he laughed.

Just like yesterday, Joe was gone when I woke up. I laid there for a minute with a smile on my face, thinking of the fucking and sucking yesterday.

Then I took a shower. I made sure my pussy was groomed and teased.

I was out of the shower when Joe came back. He found me lying on the bed, naked, my legs spread. "Joe, can I talk you into eating me?"

"You mean you don't want this terrible coffee and stale donut?" he laughed, as he got undressed.

Once he was naked, he crawled between my legs. "Hannah, I've seen a lot of pussy in my day, but never one as beautiful."

"I know you like fucking it, what about . . ."

Joe continued, almost as if he didn't hear me. "I've seen pussy with a bush as big as the hair on your head and I've seen bare pussy, but never a pussy so beautiful; a tufted pussy." He started.

My sorority sisters, the girls of Tau Upsilon Phi, at college would be so pleased, I smiled.

Then for the next, I don't know how long, I was in ecstasy. Mike's tongue had been so good to my pussy, but Mike was an amateur compared to Joe. His tongue was marvelous. Is there a word I can use that means beyond marvelous?

And he ate and ate, mumbling, "Hannah, you have the most beautiful, tastiest, sweetest pussy. I could eat it all day."

"Yes, Joe, eat me. Eat my pussy. Tell me how sweet I am."

"The sweetest pussy," he tried to talk with his tongue in my pussy.

My orgasms and they were numerous, were far more intense than when Mike did me. "Oh Joe, oh Joe, you're so good to my pussy. I love the way you eat me. If you want to change places, I'll gladly suck your cock."

Joe, the trucker, had heard that before from numerous women. He'd learned to become a pussy eater at an early age, and found that the rewards were just like with me. Women begged him to fuck them or like me, blow him.

He kept eating. He kept eating my young, sweet pussy. At his age he no longer expected girls like me to want anything to do with him. Not me. He was going to take advantage of every minute. I was happy to let him.

"PLEASE JOE, FUCK ME, LET ME SUCK IT. WHATEVER YOU WANT. MY PUSSY IS ON FIRE."

"What I want is to keep eating your tasty pussy." It was so hard for him to talk with a mouthful of pussy.

"OH YES, JOE, EAT IT, EAT MY PUSSY, TELL ME HOW TASTY I AM. TELL ME I HAVE THE TASTIEST PUSSY. I'M CUMMING AGAIN. I'M CUMMING. OH GOD, I'M CUMMING."

Joe didn't quit until I was lying there like a wet dish rag. Orgasm after orgasm had swept over me. I'd been ravaged by the best pussy eater ever. Of course, Mike had been the only other one, but I couldn't imagine I'd ever get eaten any better. "Get some rest, you can pay me back later," he smiled.

I fell asleep. It was the best sleep ever. I fell asleep dreaming of sucking Joe's big cock.

When I awoke, Joe was in bed with me. I smiled at him, "thank you for the most special morning of my whole life." I kissed him on the mouth.

"Hannah, no thank you. I've never tasted a pussy so sweet. There are many things I haven't seen at my age. A tufted pussy is a first."

"Maybe you could say, a delicious tufted pussy?" I laughed.

"I'm going to want more of that delicious tufted pussy."

"Not right now. Why don't you let me do you?"

"And would you like to tell me what you mean by ‘do you."

I whispered in his ear, "I want to suck the cum out of that big cock. I want to suck it, then suck it some more."

He let me. Not just suck, but lick his cockhead, and do his long shaft like an ice cream cone. Oh, and I didn't mention massaging his balls with my tongue and lips.

I was having so much fun, but you know what I wanted. I put my lips over his cockhead and as far down his long shaft as I could until I almost choked on it. Then, up and down, up and down. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmm," I sucked.

I'm not sure why, but perhaps it was the way he'd eaten me earlier, but his cum tasted sweeter, and there seemed to be more of it. I wasn't going to let a drop go to waste.

By nightfall, we were both ready for more. We fucked, telling each other how good the eating was; how good the sucking was.

We never mentioned race, but when Joe was holding me by the ankles, and my legs were spread wide and he was watching his big black cock going in and out of my pink, pink pussy. His eyes were bulging out of his head and I was certain his cock got harder.

I snuggled in his arms, ready to fall asleep. I didn't. Instead, we both tried not to laugh. We had new neighbors next door, and the woman was as loud, perhaps louder than the previous occupants. "Harry, oh your tongue. Oh, your tongue. Eat my sweet pussy. You always eat my pussy so good."

"Your pussy is so much tastier than my wife's."

"And my husband doesn't eat my pussy like you do. Eat it some more, Harry."

"I could eat your pussy all night."

It sounded like Harry did. We were highly entertained.

I whispered to Joe, "it sounds like you have competition for best pussy eater of the year award," I giggled, still listening to the woman whoever she was.

"We'll see about that." Joe slipped under the covers.

"That tickles." He was rubbing his face and his beard in my tufted pussy. I couldn't help but giggle out loud.

In the morning, after Joe brought me coffee and another stale donut, I walked outside for some fresh air, and then I turned my head and laughed. The couple next door were just leaving. She was a big woman; almost 6 feet tall and she must have weighted well over two hundred pounds. Her lover, on the other hand, was barely five foot tall and weighed about a hundred pounds less.

I was trying to picture it. Not them fucking, which would have been hilarious, but that guy between her legs eating and eating. I wondered if her pussy was as big as the rest of her. Maybe he could fit his whole head in there. I had a big smile on my face as Joe came back.

Joe saw what I saw. "Hannah, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"Are you thinking that I'm thinking that I'd love a morning with your face in my, what did you call it?"

"Delicious tufted pussy?"

"Yes, my tufted pussy. Or maybe I was thinking about sucking what did you say you're wife called it?"

"A licorice stick."

It didn't take much for Joe to convince me that he was in the mood to eat my pussy, which of course put me in the mood to suck his cock.

I'd call that a win-win.

When I'd finished, with a yummy mouthful, I rested on his chest. "Hannah, I forgot to tell you, the new tractor will be here this afternoon. We can leave first thing in the morning."

"That's cause for celebration. Perhaps another blowjob?" I laughed.

"Oh, Hannah, I'd love that, but I won't be ready for a while, but I'm looking forward to your wondrous mouth."

I didn't have a chance in the morning. We were on the road east before the sun was up.

TO BE CONTINUED

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