From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Big Rig (MF, size)
Date: 4 Nov 1996 14:39:04 GMT

			     The Big Rig

	It was snowing heavily and the roads were really bad. Glad to
get my big rig off the highway, I was looking forward to having a good
time with the motel night manager. Yeah I know what you're thinking
but, don't jump to conclusions. She's a looker and one of few I've
known that appreciates real cock. Sure, lots of girls like cock -
live, store bought, or refrigerator fresh - and some like lots of
cocks but few can handle or enjoy lots of one cock. Milly and I have a
real appreciation for... big rigs!

	"Hi, I'm George. I have a reservation."

	"Yes sir, we are holding your usual room for you. You just
made it in time. I was about to close up the office. Kind of nasty out
there, isn't it?" the redhead replied.

	"Uh huh. Where's Milly tonight?"

	"Milly's kid is sick, so she took the night off. She said you
were kind of special and I should take real good care of you. So, if
you need anything, I'll be here," pointing at the couch.

	"That's kind of rough." Glancing past the prim appearance at
the mountainous, puffy areoles on an equally ample chest, "You're
welcome to the second bed in my room."

	"That's sweet of you, but, ah," she hesitated, blushing. "OK,
I'll be there in half an hour," she said, giving my hand a light
squeeze as she handed me the keys. Once in the room, I got out of my
clothes and headed for the shower.

	I had just stepped out of the shower when there was a knocking
at the door. Quickly putting on a pair of boxers, I opened the door.
Stepping inside, shivering, Terry said, "It's a blizzard out there.
The snowflakes are bigger than cornflakes."

	"Have a drink? It'll warm your innards," I said, handing her a
motel plastic cup of Jack Daniels straight up.

	"I see that you just got out of the shower," she said, her
eyes on my shorts. Glancing down, my boxers were clinging to my still
damp privates, leaving little to the imagination. Breaking the awkward
silence, Terry said "I think I'll take a shower, too, before I hit the
sheets. Do you mind?"

	"Help yourself." And as she walked to the bathroom, I added
"By the way, I give a mean massage, if you'd like one."

	She turned, blushing and biting her lower lip, and said, "I'd
like."

	I poured myself another drink, feeling lucky. After the water
had run for a few minutes, I took off my shorts and went into the
bathroom. Slowly sliding open the shower curtain, my eyes were
startled with the loveliness her loose clothes had concealed. This
long-legged redhead was built for big-time fucking... powerful thighs,
slim hips and thick muscular buns.

	Terry turned, exposing her frontal delights, and delights they
were. The meaty nipples on her freckled pointy melons begged for a
tongue lashing. And the lollipop clit parting her swollen cunt lips
screamed "eat this, buster!"

	My cock quickly grew full length while still dangling heavily
between my thighs. "Oh good God! Milly told me you were a handful,
but... geeez, that'll choke a fucking mare!" Terry reached for my
privates. She hefted my soft ball sized sack with one hand and my
uncut knob with the other, her fingers didn't meet. While marveling
and toying with my privates, she spoke, not to me but, to my manhood.
"I've heard stories of jumbo cock. If you fuck as big as you look, I
just might keep you."

	We soaped each other, leaving no spot unexplored. Terry
frantically whipped my aching manhood into a raging flagpole that
nuzzled between her magnificent orbs when we kissed. Nibbling and
sucking her extraordinary, mouth-filling nipples, I wormed my middle
fingers deep into her cunt and asshole. Her knees buckled helplessly
in overwhelming orgasm.

	Leaving my fingers deep in her holes, I carried her dripping
wet to the bed. She quickly got onto her knees and elbows, thrusting
her ass high in the air. Her fragrant quim was juicy and quivering for
action. "Bless my bush with your beastly boner... and don't be gentle.
I want to feel those big balls slapping against my belly."

	I parted her swollen cunt lips with my throbbing glans and,
with a firm shove, the tight hole eagerly gobbled the three inch knob.
She whimpered as I stuffed another five inches in. In spite of all her
juicing, she was tight.

	It took lots of short stroking to work the remaining six
inches of my fat fourteen inch schlong into her snug snatch. Then the
fucking really began.

	With my hands grasping her narrow hips, I pounded into her,
mashing against her lily white buns. Moaning and begging for a real
bush bashing, I long stroked thirteen inches with each thrust. My
balls bounced so hard against her belly with each thrust, they hurt.
Flailing her ass wildly, my knob churned deep in her belly. After
several delicious minutes pummel fucking, her body convulsed in
continuous orgasm. Grabbing a handful of sack between my cock and
nuts, as though to hold on for dear life, she tugged firmly with each
thrust, driving me harder against her inflamed snatch and exquisitely
throbbing clit. I began to cum... and cum... and cum. Her powerful
buns and thighs thrashed and trembled for minute after minute of
violent orgasm, milking more of me than I knew I had.

	Pausing only to catch our breath, Terry and I fucked all
night, leaving no position untried, no hole unpleasured. Hot damn, the
irony! Nothing's as sweet, as a honky in heat, relentlessly cumming,
from a black pummel fucking!