Part 3

“Should I suck your cock?”

The question came out of nowhere, another few miles along the road. A slightly uncomfortable silence had reigned up till then, though perhaps it was only made uncomfortable by the way her new choice of attire demanded several surreptitious adjustments in my seat. Had she made note of that awkward tightening below my belt? Was this some teasing challenge to poke fun at an old man’s weakness?

“What was that?” Was all I could think to answer, though I heard her words clear and well. A teasing smile crossed her lips, as if anything other than a direct refusal was good enough.

With distinctly feline, stalking movements she rotated in her seat; revealing yet more of the bareness beneath her borrowed shirt. I gripped the wheel tightly and tried to focus on the road… It wasn't like I'd made any creeping demands of her. Sure, I'd looked a bit, but it would have been damn hard not to. Any second I expected the pin to drop. The joke to crack. The sirens and camera flashes to burst out from the blackness in some triumphant ‘Gotcha!’. However… no such cruelties came. There was just her, and the night, and that hanging proposition. It wasn’t like I was gonna say no…

She crawled into my lap below the gear shaft, and began loosening my belt. I had no recourse to stop her, no will to tell her she didn’t need to offer such treatments to a withered old husk like me! I would’ve taken her wherever she wished to go without even the gifts she’d already given me… yet here she was offering more and more; freely and casually, as if such acts were just common politeness as should be expected of any young lady raised right. The buckle came open, then my fly was drawn down. I rarely even bothered to wear underwear these days, for my sins. And suddenly there was the touch of cool, soft hands upon my manhood, the callous-less fingers of someone who was yet to become chafed and wrinkled by the harsh world outside. She reached in deeper and cupped my balls tenderly, as if they were some small, motherless creatures she was scooping from their nest. She pulled the whole lot free and then looked up at me beaming, as if proud of me for letting her get this far. My ugly, lumpen thing looked ridiculous when framed so close to such radiance… yet she began examining its angles admiringly.

It had swollen to full mast already, of course. Had been practically straining against its prison from the moment she first clambered in, all beauteous and dripping. Size had never really been an insecurity of mine, though I’d never really hung around enough in locker rooms to take comparison. Next to those delicate features it looked monstrous, a serpent such an angel should never have to come face to face with. The girl held no hesitation though. She lolled out her tongue and laid it to flesh, lathering her way up from base to tip. This journey was completed several more times; slowly, leisurely. Each pilgrimage ending with a swirling exploration around the crags of its summit. My sensitivities roared as she paid special attention to their overhanging ridge around the glans. Medical words I knew not at the time but needed to look up just to describe such a memory.

Then in. In, she took me. Into the warm embrace of her lips and cheeks. She suckled at me crudely, greedily… in perhaps purposeful defiance of all my depictions of her angelic nature. The young lady took to cock like a piglet to a teat, and yet was all the more glorious for it. I felt the tight embrace of further depths, and realised she was determined to take me whole: to swallow me down until my only curls tickled her cheeks. The road ahead became even more of a distant thought, as ungracious, gargling gurgles began to echo around the cab. I felt the strange, ungodly sensations of her saliva dripping down from my shaft. The clenching, **** disagreement of her throat rejecting her efforts. However she was clearly no early quitter… forcing herself down again and again, with barely a few gasping pauses for air. I could still not believe the situation unfolding, even as my nerves screamed out the reality of it. My spare had found itself tangling in the still-damp silk of her hair, part to check she was still real and part to reassure her clear struggles.

Her resolve never faltered however, and soon my meat was sliding all the way in, all the way out. She would reach up with her own hand and apply urge further pressure on my own part. She wanted me to hold her down, starved of oxygen and dribbling, for as long as was possible. In time I became more confident she could take whatever I offered, my hips beginning to move upward in time with her descents. No cheap hooker had ever let me genuinely fuck their face before, yet this teen dream was insisting I do so within the awkward confines of the cab. My supporting hand tangled deeper into the grip of her hair and pelvis began pumping earnestly with the growing need for release. She gurgled and gasped for any instant’s air available, but mostly just held on to my knees with needling pressure… letting me complete myself however my boiling blood demanded.

With a last great heave, my pleasures reached their peak. My balls emptied themself utterly down the back of her throat. I held her there, tensing, for what might have been a minute. Unable to hold back despite my concerns for her safety… till finally my locked up muscles let me wrench myself free, glad to hear the immediate sounds of lungs begging back some lost air. A last string of semen came up dangling from the corner of her lips, as she slumped back into her seat on the far side of the truck. Then only silence reigned once more… pierced by the patter of rain upon the windshield and the wheezing pants of my passenger. Glumly… I buckled my jeans back up, awash with the guilt of post ejaculation. That had clearly gone too far! Stupid! I was stupid! I had nearly suffocated the poor thing and now she’d never speak to me again.

The rain came on downwards. Never ceasing, never slowing. We trundled on through it, each alone with our thoughts once more.