Chapter One: Thursday Evening
The week had started badly; the girlfriend moaning due to the fact I would be away in my lorry driving all week. She had a hen weekend planned for the following Saturday and Sunday so no sex for her for over a week. I should explain Jenny my 20-year-old girlfriend of almost two years was the most gorgeous girl I'd ever been in a relationship with. She had long dark hair, a great beauty queen figure and she was a virgin ripe for the plucking, or should I say fucking when I met her at just turned eighteen.
A month into our relationship she succumbed and straddled my cock taking her own virginity. After ten bounces on about half my cock she got off and disappeared into the bathroom returning ten minutes later fully dressed and demanding to be taken for lunch, leaving me high and dry, selfish cow. Over the next months she turned into a right randy bitch demanding sex whenever it suited her although a blow job was a very rare treat if I was a good boy, but never letting me cum in her mouth. Jenny always insisted she didn't like giving head. A pleasure I always gave her was to come on my tongue which she did on a regular basis. So you can imagine more than two years of this and I'd had enough. So when my boss offered me the opportunity to drive long distance I jumped at the chance.
Jenny lived at home with her parents and was spoiled rotten. "Jenny gets what Jenny wants," her father's very words and how true. Jenny had everything a little spoiled brat would have; sports car, good allowance, also her own key to my flat, an arrangement that had suited us fine in the beginning but was getting a bit thin now.
"It's more money," I explained to an unimpressed Jenny who didn't have a care in the world about money. I could see she was only interested in her sex sessions with me.
I was taking the job and that was that. I knew Jenny was totally loyal to me; most girls are to the fellow that takes their virginity. My parting comment was," If you don't like it tough luck!"
The look of amazement on her face was a picture and for once she was speechless, but not for long. She showered a torrent of abuse down my mobile phone before I'd even arrived at my lorry. The phone calls mellowed slightly as the week went on but there was always an undertone of sarcasm and threats that she'd find another fellow. The fact that I hardly spoke and didn't respond, really pissed her off and by Thursday the phone calls had stopped much to my relief.
A hard week's work was drawing to a close. All the drivers meet up on Thursday evening a Smokey's Bar, an overnight truck stop a couple of hours from base, which means we could all run home on Friday mornings and finish at lunch time.
After a shower and change I met the lads in the bar for a meal and was informed the evening's entertainment was a country and western band, not my favourite music but what the heck. The prospect of a weekend on my own and facing Jenny on Monday made a country and western evening quite appealing. But by ten o'clock and after a few beers I'd had enough of the music and thought of turning in, Dave a driver from the same base ordered us another beer. When I suggested I call it a night after this drink he said, " Real entertainment will be here in a minute," winked at me and passed over the beer.
A couple of minutes later a group of girls came in and injected a totally different mood to the room. They were all dressed as Cowgirls or Indians and by god some of the dresses were extremely short. The prospect of another couple of hours all of a sudden seemed a good idea.
"Who's your mate?" one of the girls on Dave's arm asked, gesturing toward me.
Dave explained who I am.
"If he's new he'd best by me a drink," her mate chirped up and sidled up to my side slipping her arm through mine and ordered a large vodka and tonic
"Cheers! I'm Chrissie," she said with a lovely smile.
I took stock of what was happening here. I checked the wedding ring and decided she was a married girl just out with her mates for an evening. She was, however very attractive; long blonde hair, blue eyes, only average tits, nice arse and smashing legs. We chatted and had a couple more drinks when she suggested a dance. Not my forte, but I seemed to do OK.
The last dance of the evening was a traditional smoochy number. Chrissie danced really close and I held her tight slipping my hands onto her arse with no resistance. She ground herself into my crotch; a bit of a come on if ever there ever was one. When the dance finished, she looked up and kissed me on the lips. I could feel myself getting hard, so apparently could Chrissie and she gave a sexy girlie giggle.
"Hope you've got a sleeper cab."
I certainly had. We walked hand in hand toward my rig. Glancing over I noticed Dave just climbing into his cab with the other girl being followed by another lass who could not have been much older than eighteen. The first girl opened the cab door and was just climbing the ladder when Dave slid his hand up her Indian skirt. She stopped and allowed Dave to play with her pussy. The younger lass extracted Dave's cock and kneeling down began to suck him off enthusiastically. By the time we had arrived at my lorry they had all climbed into Dave's rig
Chrissie explained she was twenty-five and had been married for six years, very unhappy, no kids and Thursdays was her one night out. She certainly wanted to make the most of it.
"I've got to be home by two or the old man will give me shit!"said Chrissie unzipping my Levis. "What have we got in here then?" she mused. I knew she wouldn't be disappointed. Jenny measured it one evening to more than ten inches
"Who was at the front of the queue then?" Chrissie whispered as her head moved forward and her tongue flicked the head of my now rigid cock.
She expertly wrapped her hand around the shaft. Her mouth took about half my cock and she proceeded to perform orally for about five minutes until she knew I was going to come. She stopped and lay back. "Your turn," inviting me to return the favour.
I kissed her and removed her top and bra. Her boobs were larger than I had imagined with nice hard long nipples. Taking one then the other in my mouth I worked them over and soon had her moaning. I moved down past her navel to her well groomed short pubes. I ran my tongue along her slit and back down rimming her arsehole making her moan, back up finding her clitty showing its self and wanting. After only a couple of licks her arse came up and she ground her crouch into my face. Using my tongue, she exploded into orgasm screaming and moaning loud enough for everyone within 100 yards to hear.
When she stopped writhing, I got my instructions "Come on big boy give Chrissie a good shagging."
Who was I to refuse that request? I guided my throbbing knob into Chrissie entering her with about half my cock. She came up to meet me and on my second thrust was up her to the hilt.
"Christ that's good, fuck me harder," she moaned.
I was now shafting her with all the effort I could muster. Her second orgasm followed quickly and was longer than her first on my tongue, her cunt gripping my cock in a vice like grip; her arse right up off the bed.
As she was coming down, she knew I was about to cum. Slipping off my dick she turned onto all fours giving me the perfect access. I thrust in deep, balls deep in a single movement. She came again after a few thrusts. This was all too much for me and I began humping her for all I was worth and just about to shoot my load when once again Chrissie moved off my cock spun round looked up at me, naughty grin on her face she took my pulsating member into her mouth, no hands this time just the lips and tongue. All too much for me and I came what must have been six, seven, maybe eight jets of steaming cum into her skilled mouth. I lay back and Chrissie was just smiling after swallowing my load when a banging on the cab door bought us back to reality.
"Come on Christine time to go its quarter to two!" the little vixen who had been sucking Dave's cock was in charge of getting everyone back home for deadline pm. Chrissie dressed; I watched her, my cock gave a twitch as she bent over affording me a view of her from the rear in trying to find her underwear.
