***
The truck wasn’t ready in an hour when they returned, but at 3:45 the sparkling vehicle was pulled out of the shop. Painted in a rich gloss black, with matching enclosed car hauler trailer, dripping chrome and lit like a giant Christmas tree, the truck was a sight to behold. It was easily the nicest, most beautiful truck on the lot, and looked like something out of a brochure.
“Right this way,” Keith said as he escorted Jack and Tina to the truck. “I have to tell you, Mr. Goremykin, that is quite a piece you have there. One of the best-looking trucks I have ever seen. Bill here will give you an overview of the truck and its features. If there is ever a need for service, or you are in the need of another truck, I hope you will come back to Inland Kenworth.”
Jack shook the Keith’s hand and thanked him before he turned his attention to the tall, thin man standing beside the truck.
“Mr. Goremykin, my name is Bill Childers. I will check you out on your new truck. We’ll start here, on the outside. As you know, this is the Kenworth T680. Starting at the front, I would like to point out…”
***
Two hours later Jack and Tina slam the doors to the truck and Jack brings it to life. “I hope you remember all that stuff,” Tina said as she buckled her belt. “I was completely lost after the first twenty minutes.”
“Most of it was the same for all trucks. The satnav… we’ll just have to figure that out on the road. He made it look easy but I can’t remember a thing he said.” Jack gave the horns a quick blast to check the air pressure before he popped the trailer brakes and started the truck moving.
Tina returned Keith’s wave as they growled past. “How much did this thing cost, you think?”
“I have no idea. A lot. A whole lot. This thing is loaded. Maybe as much as a half-mil with the trailer and upgrades. And to have the entire shop working on it all night to get it ready? Goremykin must have money out the ass.”
“I didn’t even know you could get a truck like this with an automatic transmission.”
“Me either.”
“So what’s the plan?” she asked.
“We’re already checked out…”
“Yeah, and this damn truck is nicer than the motel anyway.”
“... so I guess we will load up and drive for a couple of hours, then find a place to stop and sleep.”
***
“Marshall. It’s Tina. Please call me back on this number,” she said as Jack eased the truck to a stop at the pumps. They are only an hour out of Los Angeles, loaded and headed East to Georgia. They are going to fill the truck with fuel, have some dinner, and find a rest area to pull into for the night.
Tina’s phone trills and she touched the screen. “Tina! Good to hear from you. I’m kind of surprised, though. I thought you and Jack were going underground,” Marshall said.
“We are, but there has been a slight change in plans. Goremykin wants us to deliver the cars to Savannah.”
“He what?”
“Yeah. Jack—I mean Colt—was none too happy about it either.”
“Colt? Who’s Colt?” Tina ginned at Marshall’s confusion.
“Part of the deal to deliver the cars was Goremykin had to provide new identities. You’re best friend is now Bradley Colt Lanier, but he goes by Colt.”
“Funny. He doesn’t look like a Colt.”
“He didn’t think so either, but I… persuaded him. I think the name is sexy.”
“Using your womanly wiles?”
Tina grinned again at Marshall’s teasing. “You might say that. Let me give you his number.”
“Got it,” Marshall said as he wrote it down to put into his phone later. “So Jack is now… what did you say his first name was?”
“Bradley. Brad.”
“Oh, yeah, right. So it’s Bradley Colt Lanier… and your name is?”
“Jac.”
“No, your name.”
Tina giggled. “It’s Jac. Jacqueline Marie Wendell.”
“So Jack isn’t Jack, but you are? That’s not confusing at all!”
“See! You’ve got it!”
“Okay... Jac… what’s your plan?
Well, Jack and I are going to Savannah. We loaded the cars on a truck and we are headed to Phoenix. We’re stopping for the night as soon as he is done filling the truck and we find a place to stop. But it’s Phoenix, Dallas, Birmingham, Atlanta, Savannah. The satnav said it’s a forty hour drive, but I don’t think we will push that hard. We have three weeks to get there.”
“Are you coming through Albuquerque?”
“No. We’re taking the southern route, through Los Cruces and El Paso. It’s a little longer, but I think you know why we are going that way.”
Marshall chuckled. “I have a pretty good idea. Is there anything we can do to help?”
“I don’t think so. But thanks for asking. I think now Jack and I just need to deliver the cars, then figure out our next move. But we will stay in touch. Now that I’m no longer Tina and he’s no longer Jack, it should be easier. Maybe we could detour up to Roswell and you and Nic could join us for dinner or something?”
“We would like that. See you guys one last time before you disappear.”
“I’ll talk to Jack.”
“Do that.”
“We’ll stay in touch. And Marshall… thanks for everything. You’ve been a good friend to Jack. And to me.”
“Just take care of him, Tina. He’s a good guy… but don’t tell him I said that.”
“Yes he is, and I will do my best.”
“I know you will. Let me know about Roswell, okay?”
“Why don’t you plan on meeting us Saturday evening? That will give us two days to get there, which should make for a nice easy drive. Especially in this thing. It’s like a house on wheels.”
“See you Saturday.”
“Count on it. If Jack doesn’t want to go, I will kick his ass out of the truck and drive there myself.”
“I’ll see you there,” Marshall chuckled.
***
“The only thing this thing needs is a washer and dryer and you could live here,” Tina said as Jack closed the curtain to the sleeping berth.
“I like the bed. Small enough that you can’t get away.”
“What makes you think I would want to?” There was just enough room to stand at the edge of the bed and she took advantage of the space to melt into Jack’s arms. Tonight she was going to check off another item on her bucket list… fucking her brains out in a semi.
“So... you want another taste of the Colt, eh?” he teased.
“Oh yes. I can start out with a taste, if you want. But after that…”
“Yes?”
“After that, use your imagination.” She began to unbutton his shirt as she stared into his eyes. “Anything you want.”
Jack gazed at her for a moment, then slowly brought his lips to hers. She responded by tipping her head back and rising to meet him. Their lovemaking had changed over the past couple of weeks, moving from hard, fast, and energetic to slower and more loving. But tonight he didn’t want to make love—he wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck “Jac” as long and hard as he could, to make her scream in pleasure as he took her. But he started out gently, not wanting to rush in and take her until she was ready to be taken.
As they kissed the passion began to increase and their desires fed off of each other. She had pushed his shirt from his shoulders, but other than his bare torso, they were still fully dressed. She backed off from the kiss and read the desire on Jack’s face... and smiled. It had been almost a week since they had enjoyed a good, old fashioned, hard fucking, and she was eager for another.
She stepped back and jerked roughly at his belt, loosening his pants for access to what she wanted. He waited until she shoved his pants to his ankles before he picked her up and dumped her on the bed. He stepped out of his pants as he turned to her and began to strip off her clothes.
A wicked smile played across Tina’s face as she helpe
d undress herself. “Are you ready, Colt? Are you ready to fuck? That’s what you want, isn’t it? To fuck me.”
Jack said nothing, but crawled into the bed as soon as she ware bare. The bed was a bit larger than a twin, not as large as a full, so it was a bit tight. Tina backed up until she was against the padded wall and Jack crowded in. He pinned her against the back of the cab with his body as he stared into her eyes, his breathing coming in harsh pants.
“Is that what you want, Jac? You want me to fuck you?”
Tina felt her body light up like fire, fueled by the tight space and Jack’s gentle aggression. “Yeah… that’s what I want tonight. I want to fuck as long and as hard as we can.”
Jack stared at her a moment before he took her by the back of the head and pulled her into a hard kiss. Their lips had barely met before she snaked her tongue into his mouth to duel with his. They kiss roughly a moment before he shoved her back, slid as close to the edge of the bed as possible, and pushed her head toward his crotch. She didn’t need much encouragement and eagerly turned to feast on his manhood.
She squirmed around in the tight bed to take Jack’s cock into her mouth. As she turned he took her roughly by the hips and steered her over his shoulders as he centered himself in the bed. He was manhandling her, but she didn’t care. The way she felt tonight, she would manhandle him right back.
Jack hissed as Tina drew hard at his cock as she sucked on him like a straw. She was being rough as she fellated him, mixing deeply drawn sucks with gentle nips of her teeth, thorough lashings with her tongue, and tender soothing kisses as she cooed and purred. He wasn’t going to last long under her relentless assault, but he was determined to give as good as he got for as long as he could.
Jack’s hisses and groans as she worked him over, coupled with his tongue’s maddening probing, was inching her ever closer to her orgasm. She began to push against the encroaching pleasure, not wanting to end the moment too soon.
“Fuck… you’re going to make come,” he growled, unable to hold himself back any longer.
Tina smiled as she released his saliva-slickened cock from her mouth and began to stroke it furiously. “Come on, then. Come!”
Jack groaned in effort to restrain his orgasm as Tina pumped her fist over him. He pressed a finger into her wetness to tickle her, trying anything to relieve the pressure she was putting him on him, but he knew the battle was lost. She took him into her mouth for a moment before she began to swirl her hand around the head of his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his finger from her so he wouldn’t hurt her accidently in the orgasmic throes he knew were coming. With a hard groan and shudder the last of his control snapped under the strain.
Jack erupted with one, two, then three energetic bursts of semen as he thrusts his cock in her hand, his seed landing on her neck and breasts, but still she stroked his knob as he shuddered, hissed, and growled.
“Fuck!” he groaned through gritted teeth as she continued to milk him… then she stopped and he relaxed with a gasp. “Shit… Fuck…”
“Oh, we will,” Tina purred as she turned in the small bed and settled to her knees over his lips and tongue. “But first…” she sighed as she lowered herself to his waiting mouth and pulled him to her womanhood.
Jack needed no encouragement and he began to lick and nip at her pussy. She held his head to her for several minutes until she began to keen softly and her upright posture slumped. She released his head with one hand and pulled at her breast as her orgasm began to take her.
He released her hips as she began to slip into her climax and gently mauled her breasts, smearing his ejaculate as he kneaded them. She settled more firmly onto his face and her face wrinkled in pre-orgasmic agony, so he tweaked her nipples and pressed harder with his tongue until with a barking gasp she began to shudder.
Tina tipped forward as her muscle control was destroyed and placed a hand against the side wall of the sleeper while her orgasm ravaged her. She fought to keep her upright posture as Jack destroyed her, but as her keening turned into a soft wail she curled in upon herself.
“Stop, Jack! Stop,” she gasped as her orgasm washed out of her. Jesus… the things this man can do to me!
She levered herself off his face and tucked into the tiny space between Jack and the back of the sleeper. But he wasn’t done. He brusquely flipped her to her other side and drove her face first into the back of the sleeper. As his arm snaked loosely around her throat he entered her while his other hand found and stroked her clit.
“That’s it! Fuck me,” she snarled as he wrapped her up and took her with intent. Her hand found his head and pulled his lips hard into her neck. “That’s it. Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” She pushed roughly against the padded wall as she struggled to get some space… and thrilled that she failed.
Jack drove into her from behind with fast, hard strokes. He had his orgasm and now he was into it for the long haul.
***
Jack could feel another orgasm lurking but he was going to need more to achieve it. He had already come twice as he and Tina had fucked themselves silly in the sleeper. Never had he experienced three orgasms before, but with Tina thrusting hard as they sat in the passenger seat of the truck, he could feel the need forming.
She wiped her sweaty hair from her face. When they had stopped, the truck had been comfortably cool. Jack had left it idling with the air conditioning on, but it was no match for the heat of their love making. He had surprised her when he had kept his erection and started thrusting again after she had driven him to orgasm the second time. After that, they had started experimenting. He had continued to take her as he knelt behind her, but then he had flattened her to the wall for a while before he pulled her to her feet and bent her over the bed, and now they were fucking in the front seat.
She wiped her face again and mixed her sweat with his as she wiped at his face. The windows were fogged and the entire truck smelled like sex… but she had never enjoyed a fucking as much as she was enjoying this one.
“I think I’m going to come again,” Jack murmured as he kissed her neck.
A flood of heat poured over her. Never had a man she been with come three times, and the thought that she pleased Jack enough that he could excited her profoundly. “Come, Jack. I want you to come again.”
He pushed her off of him. He wanted this orgasm. No woman has ever excited him like Tina and he wanted this orgasm as proof. She threw herself in the bed and opened her arms and legs to him. “I want to come with you. Make me come again, Jack. Make me come.”
As he entered her she stared at his face as tried to work herself up. “You fuck me hard until you come. You fuck me until you come. I want you to come.”
He began to pound into her with as much speed and force as he could. “Come with me. Please come, please come with me,” he murmured.
“Yes… make me come, Jack. Make me…” She stopped as her orgasm began to form. “I’m going to come. Harder… fuck me harder.”
His breath began to come in bellows like pants as his orgasm surrounded him. “I’m going to come again.”
“Fuck me harder!” she snarled as she stared to his face, her lips pulled back in a feral sneer of lust and pleasure as she tried to flog him to orgasm... and herself as well.
He shuddered as the climax took him. It wasn’t an overly powerful release, but he knew he was finished.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Tina begged as she thrust on him. “I’m going to come… don’t stop.”
He continued thrusting as he started to soften. “Come on baby, come on. I need you to come. Come on…” he chanted as he drove himself into her.
With a quiet whimper Tina pulled him down to her and held fast as another orgasm poured through her. “Stop… stop, stop, stop,” she gasped as she relaxed. “Wooo…” she sighed softly as she wiped at her face again. “I’m done for.”
Jack pulled his rapidly-softening penis from her and, with a few gentle nudges from Tina, made enough roo
m to lay down beside her. “I’m glad… because I’m spent. Fuck… I have never come three times before. You may have to drive in the morning.”
She snickered and snuggled in closer. She was burning up at the moment, but she knew she would be freezing later. “How about we just sleep in in the morning instead?”
“I’m all for that. You wore my ass out tonight.”
“Same here.”
Tina smiled. It wasn’t all that late—barely midnight according to the clock in the cab—but her eyes were getting heavy. “I love you Colt,” she said, trying to get used to using Jack’s new name.
“And I love you too, Jac,” Jack responded in kind.
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