Many thanks to @thegoofyproofyreader for his help editing this story.
Inspired by the song
"Widowmaker" by Jimmy Martin.
This story barely fits into the Sci Fi & Fantasy category, but since it has some magic and superhuman aspects, that's where it goes. If you think it belongs somewhere else, please reply in comments or send me a DM. Also would appreciate any feedback, good or bad. I'm just learning how to write smut.
Billy Mack kissed Wanda Ann and climbed into his rig.
"I'll be back Thursday night. Let's plan on something big."
"OK, Hon. Drive safely. I love you."
"Love you too. Talk to you tonight."
Billy hit the starter and his big diesel semi-truck sputtered to life. He checked his brakes, checked his mirrors, and rumbled slowly out of his driveway. He headed through their quiet neighborhood and pointed toward the interstate. Bill had driven long distances for Old Communion for the last thirteen years, ever since losing his construction job in the recession. It was a pretty good job. He liked the travel and the independence of being on his own out on the road. And with a few million miles under his belt at this point, he was a safe and experienced driver. He'd seen a lot of weird stuff out there. All you had to do was give him a whiskey and ask him for some road stories.
The toughest part of being gone from home so much was that he and Wanda missed each other. Sure, they kept in touch with texts and calls, but it just wasn't the same as being with each other. It took some effort to stay connected while he was away. And it wasn't just the relationship stuff. It was the sex too. Billy and Wanda were a horny couple. They had sex regularly and with enthusiasm. Without any kids around to inhibit things, they kept their bed sheets warm. When Bill was on the road they missed the little passing touches, the unexpected glances of eye contact, that kept their love life simmering.
Home was Beaver, Utah. It was ideally situated for people who didn't want to live in the city but had to go there sometimes. Billy could get to Las Vegas or Salt Lake City pretty quickly on I-15. And he could hop on I-70 and get to Denver. The distances are big in the West, and he liked it that way. Southern Utah is absolutely gorgeous. It's full of red rock formations, mountains, canyons, and curvy-scenic roads. There are spectacular national parks like Bryce, Zion, and Arches. Utah also has lesser-known parks, and roads that are just as beautiful but less crowded as the name brand ones. If you like camping and hiking in the great outdoors, southern Utah is your place.
As for Bill - it's funny but it's true -- a guy who spends his professional time driving still likes to travel in his off time. He just loves the countryside. Wanda was a good partner in their outdoor life. She loved the great outdoors too. She knew every campground and every trail within two hundred miles of home. When Billy was off driving, Wanda would spend her spare time planning their next adventure.
This run started, like many of them did, at the depot in St. George where he collected his load. Bill's route was going to be a big loop around the West with multiple stops. Old Communion was an LTL carrier, which means "less than load." His trailer had goods for more than one customer.
The first stop was in Durango. From there he would go to Grand Junction, and then he'd finish in Provo. Billy knew it was going to be a very nice drive.
He pointed his diesel eastward to Durango. It's in the southwestern corner of the state, not far from Four Corners, where Arizona, Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico all join. To get there, Billy would need to drive through a lot of Indian country -- the Hopi, Navajo, and Ute nations all had reservations there. But before entering Native American lands, there was the double town of Hilldale, UT and Colorado City, AZ. It looks like one town if you fly over it, but legally it's two different places. The Arizona side exists because of a breakaway group of Mormons who wanted to keep practicing polygamy when it became illegal in Utah. Bill always got a chuckle driving through California City, wondering who was sleeping with their sister and cousin.
The big Peterbilt pulled his trailer forward into the desert. Billy loved driving these lonely, beautiful roads. Seeing the land at this scale, one can't help but think about history. How many million years ago were these formations created? When did this stark desert used to be an ocean?
One other thing Bill loved about desert highways was they made him horny. Sometimes he would drive nude and jack off. This was a perfect day for it. Billy rolled along until he found a wide pullout and parked. He pulled off his driving boots. Then he quickly removed his jeans and underwear and placed them on the passenger seat. He laced his boots back up and rolled back onto the road.
With his windows open and the warm air running through the cab, Billy got a rush of sensations. With his left hand holding the steering wheel his right was free to play around with his dick. It didn't take long to get hard. Billy just rolled down the road with his engorged cock in his hand. He could drive like that for hours without having an orgasm. Nobody would ever see him because he was the tallest thing on the road. Even the other truckers could only see him from the chest up. So, he was more of a nudist than an exhibitionist. A horny nudist, driving around with his dick in his hand. Ol' Bill was a regular truckin' masturbator.
He passed through the towns of Wahweap and Kayenta. He saw the turnoff for Monument Valley. He loved driving past those iconic rock formations that define the American West in many imaginations, thanks in large part to a bunch of John Wayne movies. It was beautiful country. Unfortunately, Billy wasn't heading that way today.
Soon he saw a sign for the 4 Corners Monument. It was only a couple miles from there. He'd passed this turnoff many times but had only gone to the actual monument once. There's a large plaque on the ground at the geographic spot of the 4-state confluence. People lie on the marker and have someone photograph them being in four states at the same time. The rest of the monument is a trading post. There are rows of booths selling tourist knick knacks. Billy was not visiting that day. He had a load that he had to get delivered before they closed the loading dock at 5:00.
Before too long Durango, Colorado, was under Bill's wheels. He found his way to the drop-off spot, pulled into the loading dock, and helped unload what he had for this customer. He never knew what he was carrying. It was just stuff in containers tied to pallets. The forklift driver pulled in, hooked a pallet, and drove down the ramp. Repeat until finished.
Billy didn't have to be in Grand Junction until the next day, and it made more sense to lay over there. The road from Durango to Junction was a curvy mountain road named Red Mountain Pass. It was also known as the Million Dollar Highway, as that's how much it cost to originally construct. Unfortunately, the road claimed lives nearly every year. People who weren't used to mountain driving got freaked out about the curves and made mistakes. Landslides, mudslides, and avalanches were an ever-present danger as well. Bill knew it was risky driving a semi-truck through there, but that was the route. He was confident of his abilities to meet anything that might come up. It was the middle of the summer, dry season, so the chance of slides was minimal. fun drive was coming up tomorrow.
Speaking of coming up, Billy was soon safe in his sleeper cab with his tablet tuned to a video chat with Wanda Ann. She was dressed in sexy underwear, shimmying for her Bill. She made sure he could see her boobs jiggling in a lacy, low-cut bra. He had his hard cock in his hand.
"Do you want to see my pussy?"
"Oh yes, baby. Your pussy is the best. I wish I were kissing it right now."
"Ooh, honey, so do I. Maybe I'll have to play with myself to make up for it."
Wanda Ann knew how to put on a show for Billy on the camera. She played with herself. First with her fingers, and then she got out the vibrator. She kept the vibrator on her clit. Wanda's gorgeous folds glistened with her wetness. Billy jerked himself off while Wanda moaned, and they talked dirty to each other. Pretty soon he was ejaculating onto his stomach.
"Oh baby, that was fantastic."
"I'm not done yet, honey pie. But I'm close. Are you going to watch me cum?"
"You bet I am. Take your time, sweetie. Run that vibrator on your sweet pussy as long as you like."
Wanda didn't take much longer. She exploded in a nice, buzzy orgasm. Billy loved watching Wanda enjoy herself. He cleaned himself up while they had a little chat about their plans for the next day. Wanda had work. She was a schoolteacher in Beaver, and it was another school day. Billy had to drive Red Mountain Pass. Then he'd hit Junction and then head toward Provo. With the slow curves and his various stops, it would still be a couple days until he was home.
"Good night, babe. See you soon."
"Sleep tight."
Bill was up and rolling early the next day. He was looking forward to a breakfast stop in Silverton. The Million Dollar Highway was nice and easy in this section. It followed a river canyon. There was even a scenic train ride between Durango and Silverton. All Billy had to do was follow the road and keep an eye out for kamikaze deer. He had hit far too many deer. It usually came out worse for the deer than for the truck. Soon enough he took the exit for Silverton, drove into the center of town, and parked in the median. It wasn't a truck stop town. Billy liked going there anyway, and he had time in his schedule. The life of a trucker could be pretty nice.
After breakfast and coffee, it was time to tackle Red Mountain Pass. This was the real scenic part of the drive. Bill's truck chugged slowly up the mountain. He used every pullout to let the cars behind him go through. When he got to the summit, he made sure to look all around and enjoy the beauty of the spot. Then he was on the downhill stretch to the little resort town of Ouray.
Billy took it easy. He used his brakes plenty. He knew not to let the speed get too high, that it was better to keep it down. The load behind was plenty heavy. It could build momentum quickly. About 10 minutes after starting the descent, Billy could smell his brakes. That wasn't a good sign. He'd checked them that morning, like every morning, so it was probably just normal heat causing the smell. He kept going down through the curves. Only about a half hour to go until the road leveled out.
Suddenly, the brake pedal went all the way to the floor. Billy had no brakes at all. Don't panic, he thought to himself. Just gear down and let the jake brake stop you. He downshifted and spun the motor up. It helped but he was still going pretty fast down that grade. Billy started to sweat. He had to keep on navigating the curves while trying every trick in the book to stop that truck. He could sideswipe the mountainside and let that friction slow him down, but there was a danger that the trailer would go flying. And that would put him into oncoming traffic. The truck was picking up speed.
He came around a curve and there ahead was a school bus stopped across both lanes of traffic. What the fuck?!?!? What was he doing? Billy could see children in the bus windows. He was barreling straight towards them with no brakes. Right then Bill remembered the old diesel driver's code: "One life for ten." He was supposed to sacrifice himself to save those kids. His truck approached the bus. No time to think. The only way around it was to drive off the road. This was it; he was dead. Billy Mack turned the steering wheel away from the school bus.
The big rig missed the front of the bus by inches, but went straight into the guard rail. With all his weight and momentum, he jumped right over the rail and off the road. The canyon bottom was 200 feet down. Billy's truck hit some trees. He expected to start tumbling down the canyon to the river. But miraculously, the trees held. The truck couldn't go through them. The trailer sides disintegrated, and pallets of goods flew all around. The big Peterbilt cab with Billy inside took quite a beating. When it finally stopped moving, Billy took stock. He was strapped into his seat. Broken glass and tree branches were everywhere. He couldn't move. He hurt all over. But he said to himself, thank God. I'm still alive. Then he passed out.
