Mason Barnes squinted through his mud-streak,
rain-soaked windshield. Despite the brutal rain and slushy
falling snow, he could just make out the Panhandle Truckstop sign
up ahead. For late winter in northern Texas, it sure was a messy
day, Mason thought as he spun the wheel to enter the parking
area. He didn't need to park, he wouldn't be staying. He
expected to be in St. Louis by morning. First he would fill both
the truck and his own bulging stomach.
He pulled into the comparative neatness of the
pump area, locked up the brakes and shut off the engine. He saw
something up ahead through the rain, just as the wipers quit.
Mason shut off the lights, opened the door and stood, looking out
over his cab.
"Hey, Barny, fill her up?" Greg asked as he moved
alongside the dripping rig.
"Yup, clear to the top. The next fillup will be
in Missouri. Their prices suck. Hey, Greg, who's that?" he
pointed at the pathetic looking girl at the back entrance to the
truckstop.
"Don't know, she's been there for an hour. Turned
down a few rides. Don't know where she's going," he said as he
slid the nozzle into the chrome tank. "She's young," Greg
added.
"Yeah, I can see that. Well, I've got an extra
seat, I might as well fill it with some cuze."
"Barny, I told you, she's young?" Greg said
uncomfortably.
"So?" Mason asked as he climbed down.
"So the word cuze doesn't seem appropriate," Greg
shrugged.
"Greg, you have a soft side," Mason laughed as he
made his way toward the young girl. She turned and watched him
approach while he was still near his truck. It was certain that
she had been keeping an eye on him. She was tiny, coming up to
shoulder height on a normal person.
"You hungry?" Mason called.
"Yeah. You buying?"
"Sure, if you don't eat much," he joked, waving
her forward. "Where you going?" he asked, trying to avoid the
slushy puddles.
"St. Louis," she said. She wiped the rain off her
face and gave him a brief smile. She somehow avoided the puddles
without even looking. He wished that he had her gift. His left
pant leg was wet clear up to the knee, from stepping into one
pothole. If the damnable rain would let up he could see where he
was going.
"Me too," he said as they reached the restaurant.
He held the door open. He felt a thrill when he saw how
beautiful she looked in the light. She was about 18 and would be
a very tasty morsel, quite a distraction on the long ride
north.
"Can I ride along?" she asked, pausing before
entering the open door.
"God yes," he gasped, then pushed her inside with
a sly smile. The other truckers turned to watch, as they made
their way to a table. She was quite an attraction. Mason
recognized two men in a far table. He waved as he sat. The
waitress appeared as if by magic. Normally Mason would be
totally enthralled with her bulging breasts in her open top, but
today his own guest drew all attention, even his own. She
shrugged off her coat and sat in some kind of a stretchy top
which hugged her breasts like Saran Wrap.
"Coffee?" the waitress asked.
"Ohuhyes!" Mason said explosively, turning a moan,
cough, and yell, into a yes. His eyes were locked on the girl's
revealing top and bulging nipples. He tore his eyes away and
looked at the angry waitress.
"Yes, coffee with cream."
"Same for me," the girl nodded sweetly. Her
sweetness was lost on the waitress, who sensed a foe in the
girl.
"What's your name?" it was a point in his favor
that he actually looked at her face for three seconds, before his
eyes predictably went back to her breasts. He couldn't remember
ever seeing such a shapely, perfect set of breasts on such a
young girl. He craved a touch.
"Amber," she said shyly.
"What a beautiful name... an old name," he added,
looking at the faces around him. His fellow truckers were not
letting up, which made him a little angry. What the hell did
they think they were looking at, anyway?
The meal when quickly for Mason, but not quickly
enough for Greg. He didn't like a big rig resting in the premium
pump area for more than an hour. Mason was surprised to see the
time as he started his Kenworth and pulled out of the lot,
heading north.
"Can I change back there?" Amber asked as they
hummed down the road in the warmth of the cab. It was getting
really nasty out there. He might have to pull over soon, like
several of the other rigs had. In fact, he thought as his eyes
went to Amber in his mirror, he could almost guarantee it. She
was naked from the waist down, rubbing her wonderful naked body
with the shirt she had taken off. Her nipples were swollen and
puffy, absolutely perfect. He glanced at the road and jerked the
rig back onto the road. Her eyes went to the mirror and she
smiled into his eyes. That was enough, he pulled over to the
side of the road and pulled the emergency brake. With the truck
still idling for the warmth of the heater, and the flashers
lighting the area around it, he turned and crawled back into the
sleeper.
Amber smelled nice in the confines of the cab,
sort of warm and earthy with the slightest hint of perfume. She
looked so tiny and beautiful, sitting half naked in front of him.
She looked up with sad, trusting eyes and smiled.
"My God, you are beautiful," he gasped, moving
closer and placing his hands on her naked shoulders. He felt a
slight shock and thrill at the touch of her skin. He felt his
cock raging in his pants. She had turned him on so badly, he
could hardly think. His mind was a turmoil of conflicting
thoughts. One part of his mind screamed that she was innocent,
another wanted to take that innocence brutally, with no thought
for her own feelings.
He ran his hands down to her rib cage, noting how
skinny and sleek her waist was in his huge calloused hands.
Finally his hands came up to her delicious breast, hesitant as he
looked at her face, waiting for her reaction. She gasped and
closed her eyes, just the signal he had been hoping for. He
snaked a hand around her back and pulled her close. As her eyes
opened, his mouth claimed hers. She hesitated and tried to pull
away, for a moment. But within seconds she yielded to his
passion and melted into his arms. With one arm behind her, and
one hand on her breast, his mouth sought hers, his tongue fenced
with her tongue.
Breathing noisily through their mouths, they
sought, touched and withered against each other until Mason
pushed her back on the seat and leaned over her. His hands went
to the metal button on her jeans. He undid the button and pulled
down the zipper with practiced ease, while maintaining his
withering kiss. Her hands seemed to be everywhere, stimulating
his body as he had never felt before. As he yanked down her
levis, he broke the kiss to look down at her pussy. It was
unbelievable. A small tuft of hair pointed the way to small,
swollen lips which were about the size of a normal mouth. They
bulged above her pelvis creating a small, delicate mound. Her
legs and thighs were tiny and slender, perfectly shaped. The
slight tan was absolutely beautiful.
"My God, you are so fucking beautiful.
"Please don't use that word," she whispered.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be crude.
"That's alright. Do you eat pussy?" she asked
anxiously.
"Oh hell yes," he gasped. He immediately slid
back and leaned forward, with his massive body obscuring her tiny
legs. He held her legs in his arms for a moment, licking his way
up each one until he reached her shuddering inner thighs. The
view was absolutely unbelievable. He could never remember seeing
such a beautiful little pussy, or such a perfect little ass. He
moaned as he fell forward and took her entire pussy into his
mouth. She gasped and arched up off the bed, filling his mouth
with delectable pussy. He ate her honey sweet mound, while his
hands filled with her tiny, tight little ass cheeks. He massaged
them brutally, as his tongue explored her pussy lips. He loved
her flavor, he loved the heat and aroma which assailed him. Her
tiny thighs felt soft and wonderful against his cheeks, clutching
his face, holding it in place as he worked.
He pushed his tongue into her vulva and tongue
fucked her. Her legs sprang open and flew up, with her knees
bent and open as if giving birth. He slid his thumbs into the
valley of her ass, and squeezed each ass cheek, as his tongue
searched inside her. She was such a sexy little thing, he
thought as he watched her face go through many different
expressions.
Mason slid his right thumb into her pussy, as he
flailed away at her clit with his agile tongue. He lubricated
his thumb well, then slid it into her asshole. She arched and
gave a little scream, then seemed to heat up almost immediately.
In no time at all she was ass fucking herself on his thumb, while
his tongue probed her delicious pussy. It was so damned erotic.
He knew this would be the most memorable fuck of his life. He
couldn't wait to get that tiny pussy wrapped around his cock.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped in ever-increasing moans.
She rubbed her pussy against his face, her ass clenched around
his thumb, seemingly pulling it into herself. She gasped even
louder several times ending in a long, loud scream of passion.
She arched her back and shuddered, unmoving as he gently mouthed
her spasming pussy. His mouth filled with her erotic juices. He
swallowed and waited as she shuddered, then seemed to melt. He
followed her pussy down to the bed, sucking gently without using
his tongue, then lifted his mouth off her sexy flesh. She gave
little kitten cries as she relaxed, the perfect vision of a sexy
little girl. He pushed one tiny leg up and pulled his thumb out
of her ass. She screamed and surged up off the bed, then relaxed
again. She was breathing heavily, with her eyes tightly
closed.
Mason grabbed a box of baby wipes and pulled one
out, to wash his dirty thumb. He watched her beautiful face,
waiting for her reaction. He finally tossed the wipe into the
trash and laid down beside her. Her eyes flew open and a smile
crossed her face.
"That was great," she gasped happily.
"It sure as hell was. Want a drink?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
"Beer and soda," he said, opening the small
refrigerator near their heads. She looked inside with interest.
He had a large assortment of beer and soda, plus a few store-
bought sandwiches.
"Beer," she said without hesitation. He handed
her a beer and opened one for himself. She looked so damned cute
in the light of the refrigerator, so he left the door open for a
while. The cold air felt good on their sweaty faces. He rubbed
the cold bottle on his face, then took a long swallow. She
rubbed her bottle on her tiny breasts, then drank as well, with a
sly teasing smile on her face.
"Do you have any idea what effect you have on a
man?" he asked, swallowing convulsively.
"Of course. I also interest more than a few
women. That's the hardest, of course. Men will fuck anything
with a pussy, but women are far more discriminating."
"Oh God, that is so fucking sexy," he gasped. He
saw the frown cross her cute little face.
"Sorry," he mumbled, drinking again, not sure what
he was apologizing for.
She nodded patiently, tipped her bottle up and
finished it in five continuous swallows. She handed him the
empty bottle with a smile. He quickly tried to finish his own
beer, nearly drowning as he chocked. He stopped, gasping for
breath, then finished it. He felt her hands fumbling at his
waist. He knew that it was hard to find his belt, with his large
overhanging belly. He leaned back and undid his own belt. She
fumbled at his zipper and finally pulled his pants down with a
strong yank. He watched in anticipation as she pulled down his
pants and underwear. He was embarssed by his fat body, but he
badly wanted to fuck this cute girl.
"I love tiny girls," he gasped, watching her sweet
little face nearing his cock.
"I know," she whispered. "Tiny girls, young
girls, very young girls," she gasped, capturing his cock in her
lips. He enjoyed the hot flesh on his cock for several minutes,
before her words penetrated his passion fogged brain.
"How... how could you know that?" he asked
guiltily. Visions of a dozen young girls filled his brain. He
remember each one in minute detail. Their tiny, hairless mounds,
their budding breasts, their sweet trusting faces. The last had
been his own step-daughter. He was torn between guilt and
passion at the memory. With Amber's hot lips on his cock, each
one seemed to grow twice as vivid. His cock was sliding easily
in and out of her hot mouth. He could feel her tongue exploring
his cock, as her mouth slid up and down. The suction of her lips
was almost brutal.
With the vision of all those young, delicious
girls in his mind, he felt his passion rising. Heat was building
in his loins. Soon he would explode in an intolerable fire.
"Oh yes, suck my cock," he moaned. He threw his
head back and slammed into the refrigerator door. She was
looking into his eyes as the refrigerator light suddenly went
out. He froze in terror as her eyes took on a yellow glow in the
darkness. Then, as if it had been a dream, they returned to
normal. He was still scared to death, but the fact that he was
seconds from an orgasm kept him rooted in place. Her lips were
so soft, so damned hot.
"Oh God," he yelled as his orgasm began. She took
her mouth off his cock and stroked it in her tiny hand.
"I told you not to say that?" she yelled, before
taking his cock into her mouth again.
"Say what?" he demanded. He felt a brief pain and
pressure on his cock. She raised her face as his cum began
spurting over her naked body. Her face was bloody. She spit
something out and looked down at him with an evil smile on her
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