Buck's delivery

Buck lifts you up into the back of the truck by reaching down, grabbing an asscheek, and pulling you up into the truck. He flips the door closed with his free hand, not letting go of your ass. Where his hand grips, your skin begins to tingle. Buck leads you, essentially pushing you forward, then backs you up against a stack of large boxes that are strapped against the wall. He lets go of your ass, and with a light grip moves your hands out so your arms are extended out to your side, and places your hands in a light grip around the straps holding in the boxes. With a light grip, he lightly spreads your legs slightly apart. For a man with such a harsh exterior, Buck's movements are precise and gentle. You obediently grip the straps tightly, enjoying the feel of the tingling spreading across your body.

Without a word, Buck drops to his knees. His hands slide up the outside of your thighs, under your skirt, and hook the straps of your thong. He slowly pulls the thong about halfway down your thighs, and without ever leaving contact with your skin, slides his hands back up your thighs. Buck slides his head up under your skirt, too, and you can feel his breath on your inner thighs. The skirt is short, but still long enough to completely obscure Buck's face from view, though you can still see the top of his head just fine.

There is no foreplay. The pads of Buck's thumbs press into your outer labia, and spread them apart. Buck's tongue is instantly between them, hollowing out accumulated juices and teasing your clit. Normally such up-front direct contact to your clit without an appropriate lead-in of foreplay would be painful, but you find that you are prepared for it. Indeed, your entire body is aroused already, and Buck's attentions set you instantly to squirming. His hidden face makes the situation even more physical; normally you can see the face, and sometimes even the eyes of whom is administrating the cunnilingus; with these things hidden, the sensation is more pure, less affected by emotion and the administrator.

Buck's performance is by no means nuanced, but it is vigorous, and you are sufficiently aroused that subtlety is by no means necessary. The tingling of your skin has become burning again all over your body, like goosebumps up too long or the harsh adjustment of climbing into a hot shower after being outside in the freezing cold. Nowhere is the sensation as pronounced as in your vagina, though; your pussy, which was burning even before the oral activities began, now throbs with insistently like a toothache or a headache. The pleasurable sensations around it only seem to magnify the necessity for it to be filled.

"Oh, FUCK ME!" you scream, your chest and upper body heaving, your grip on the straps and Buck's hands on your hips keeping you from collapsing to the floor. Your voice pants out in quick gasps whenever you have enough air, "please please please ... uh ... ah ... oh please, fuck me ... fuck me ... oh, fuck ... oh fuck me!" Buck ignores your begging and continues to massage and lash your clit with his tongue. You let go of the straps, and reach down to grab at the back of his head to pull him up to face level, so that his cock will be in the range of your seeking hips, but Buck ignores the feeble scrabbling, and simply presses your hips against the wall of boxes more firmly. Your body begins to spiral into an orgasm, and through the jerking you lose all ability to "****" Buck up to your level. You cast a weak hand back up to the strap and do your best to hang on as your spinal cord writhes and squirms around like a worm caught underfoot. Buck continues to suck you until your cries drift from **** and clipped to sharp and pained, and then he stops as suddenly as he began, withdrawing his tongue, his head, his thumbs, and his hands.

You cry softly in frustation, still feeling the intense and burning need to be filled. The painful throbbing has escalated into a sharp stabbing feeling. "Please just fuck me," you beg. Part of you wants to tear open his shorts and impale yourself on his cock, but the rest of you feels too weak to move. Fortunately, Buck wants what you want. Lifting your free hand back to the straps, he murmers, "damn woman, I'm getting to it."

He unzips, and with a flick of his wrist his cock is freed, heavily hanging in front of him, stiff, protruding. With one hand under your skirt guiding it in and the other on your hip holding you in place, Buck steps up against you, plunging his cock inside you. A groan burbles through your lips, but it is a groan with pleasure again mixed in. Your pussy still throbs, but it is now the demanding throb of a **** lover, as if Buck's thick member had pushed all the pain out. Your groan is clipped by Buck's hand which suddenly clamps over your mouth. With Buck pressed against you, your chin rests against his chest, and his covers your mouth tightly, forcing you to breathe through your nose. His other hand clamps around your shoulder, holding you up and pinning you against the wall. "Damn, woman," he mutters, speaking single words in quick exhalations as he insistently pumps you. "I, like a, loud, woman, but, we stopped, for delivery." You notice then that the truck has stopped.

Just because the truck has stopped, does not mean that Buck stops. Buck's fucking is like his sucking; completely lacking in subtlety, but in no way lacking in ****. He fucks you hard and in a steady rhythm, each thrust like an uppercut of the fist into your gut. Each sliding movement pushes the rolled thong slightly down your thighs, until they sneak past your knees and drop to the floor. As Buck continues thrusting, your legs spread slightly further each time, and noticing this, he drops his hand from your shoulder back to the ass cheek is gripped to lead you in her. He lifts you just a few inches, but once the weight is off your feet, his thrusting naturally spreads your legs wider, and you wrap them around his hips. His cock is now able to penetrate you fully, and it taps against your cervix at the apex of each entry.

Your groaning does not stop either; the longer he fucks you, the louder you get, though the whole sequence is muffled by his grip on your mouth. You moan with abandon, your words and your cries all melded into a tonally modulating but nevertheless indistinguishable jumble. As he nears his own orgasm, his thrusts break their reliable rhythm, coming more slowly but with more ****. With each of these, the air is knocked slightly further out of your lungs, until, by the time he lifts your hips for the last time, you have none left with which to moan. It is his turn to groan, but he lets out only a low, gutteral grunt, as his cock pulses, and your cunt fills in spurts with his cum. You squeeze your legs around his hips with what **** you can muster, but you know it is not much.

Buck releases his grip on your mouth, but stands in the same position, holding you with hand cupped on ass, pinned against the wall of boxes. You gasp in air as you struggle to recover your breath. Buck lowers you slightly, and you let your legs fall down from around his hips, your heels reobtaining contact with the steel floor of the truck. Buck shrugs his hips and his cock comes out of you with a hollow suctioning noise. You slump limply against the wall, again supported only by your tenuous grip on the straps.