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haven't forgotten."

"You know, it's all yours." I finished drying off first, and was lying on top of the bed with my legs spread waiting for him. Just like I planned when he first arrived.

He didn't get my pussy until late that night. He let me suck and suck. "Please Joe, don't cum yet. I'm enjoying your big cock so much; I don't want it to end just yet."

Every time he got close, he'd let me know and I'd snuggle in his arms. We'd talk about anything until he calmed down, then I'd put it in my mouth again. As it got dark, I went around and put on all the lights. I wanted a clear view of that mammoth cock. Besides, Joe would have a clear view of all of me.

When I came back to bed, I stood on the bed, and kind of gave him a show. Standing over him, he looked up and there was my pussy. I turned sideways, and he had a good look at the profile of my ass. I bent forward and my tits were hanging almost in his face.

Of course, my favorite position was on my knees. At least for the time being. Later that night, my favorite position was on my back.

I was so grateful for Joe. "You remembered," I moaned and moaned. Remembered what you might ask?

He remembered that when we fucked, I liked it when he pounded my pussy; then pounded it harder. Especially, holding my ankles with my legs spread. I wanted to be sore by the time I returned to school. If there's any question, I gave it right back to him; my ass bouncing up and down on the bed. "That's it, Hannah, fuck my cock."

"Joe, you're big cock is so good to my pussy."

"And your mouth is so good to my cock."

"Do you want me to suck it again?"

In the morning, I rode his cock. I remembered he liked looking at my tits as they bounced. "Baby, I'm getting close. Your pussy has me so close." I got off him and finished him in my mouth.

"Joe, you're more delicious than I remembered."

At his age, I knew it would be a while, but still I stayed on my knees. Kissing, licking, teasing. "Baby, I love your cock so much. I know it'll be a while, but let me have fun with it." I hadn't done it when we were on our cross-country journey, but now I loved rubbing my face all over his ball sack. His big, soft ball sack.

"Try this, Hannah." Joe got on top of me and rubbed his balls in my face. I thought it was the greatest thing. Well, the greatest thing, except for blowing him, fucking him and having my pussy eaten.

That reminds me, Saturday afternoon, Joe insisted on eating me. Professor Raynaud was a world-class pussy eater; Joe was in the same class. What was it with these older guys?

The best part was that when I begged Joe to fuck me; unlike the professor, his cock was ready. That to me was when the fucking was best. "Thank you, baby. Your tongue was so good to my pussy. Now, fuck me, fuck me hard."

"Hannah," he later told me, "when you beg for my cock, there's no better fuck."

I smiled. "Joe, anytime you want to make me beg; you know how to make it happen." We snuggled until he was ready again.

We left the hotel room just to eat. Although Joe mostly ate my pussy and I ate his cock. My mouth ate his cock; I made it disappear. Of course, not all of it. It was too big for that. My pussy ate his cock, too.

Monday morning, Joe had to be in Brighton. They told him his load would be ready by 9. I set my alarm for 5. "Joe, make me beg for your cock this morning."

I did and by the time we left the hotel, he was worn out, and I couldn't sit down for a few days.

It was a tearful good-bye, but we made an agreement before we departed.

When I got back to school, the first thing I did was explain to Professor Raynaud that I couldn't see him anymore. I wasn't sure how to say it, but he made it easy. "I understand Hannah, I know that what I give you in bed isn't enough for a young woman your age. You need more; you deserve more."

When Joe the trucker and I parted, he came up with a wonderful idea.

My college term ended in late May. I took the train to New York City, where Joe met me. After a weekend in bed, renewing old acquaintances, so to speak, "Where are we going?"

"First stop, Minneapolis-St. Paul." That's right, I was going to spend my summer vacation, traveling the country with Joe.

You think it was crazy when I was going to hitch hike from Boston to Dallas. Now, most people would think I was insane to spend the summer in a tractor trailer traveling the country with my sixty-something-year-old black lover. I was still nineteen.

Once a week, I'd call my parents to tell them where I was, but not what I was doing or who I was doing. They stopped asking.

Whenever we were in the "middle of nowhere," I climbed into the sleeper, stripped naked, teased my tufted pussy, and then crawled back to the passenger seat. There I'd lean against the passenger side door, face Joe with my legs spread. "Oh Joe, can Hannah's pussy entice you?"

Joe would glance over at me, and it happened every time, "you are crazy." Invariably, he'd stop at the next place that made sense.

Even in Joe's meticulously kept sleeper cab, after a day on the road, we both felt dirty.

We'd take showers. If the shower was big enough, we'd take a shower together with me on my knees making sure his cock was as clean as possible. The truth was I was playing. "Joe, I just can't seem to get it clean, I said as I slid a soapy hand up and down his shaft while my other hand did his balls.

"Hannah," he laughed, "that blackness ain't coming off, although a trucker once told me that he met a woman who sucked and sucked until she sucked the blackness right off." He laughed.

"Oh, Joe, I'd like to try that."

"I'm a little tired today. You can give it a try." We were both anxious to dry off and get in bed. Of course, I failed, but Joe will tell you it wasn't for lack of effort.

Once in a while, the motel had a tub. That was a treat for me. I'd take a long hot bath, do some grooming and teasing. Joe would get some sleep. I'd wake him up by kneeling over his face; sometimes with my titties; sometimes with my now clean, groomed and teased tufted pussy.

That never failed to wake up Joe. Needless to say, he wasn't upset. From the first time, Joe was the greatest pussy eater, making me cum until I was exhausted.

We cris-crossed the country that summer. I turned twenty. Joe let me blow out his candle; more than once, I might add.

Which reminds me, when I had my period, it gave Joe time to get some much-needed rest. I also got to work on my cocksucking skills. Joe always praised my blowjobs, but by the end of the summer, I could take all eight inches of that thick, blacker than black, and sweeter than sweet cock down my throat.

Joe rewarded me by taking me to an upscale hotel where I demonstrated that it wasn't a one off, and Joe begged me to let him eat me. Reluctantly, I took that gorgeous cock out of my mouth. On the other hand, what girl could resist such an offer?

As the summer was ending, Joe made sure he had a load for New York. I knew I would only see him infrequently; I fucked and sucked his brains out. I let him eat as much as he could handle.

"When we get to New York, I'll dump my load, park the tractor and drive you to Boston."

I had tears in my eyes. "You don't have to; it'll only make saying good-bye harder."

"No, I want to. Besides, in Boston there's someone I want you to meet."

MapQuest says it takes about 3.5 hours to drive from New York to Boston. It took us almost a week.

Joe had a BMW. I couldn't very well get naked while we were driving. I did the next best thing. I wore a skirt with no panties. I still leaned against the passenger side door, with my legs spread. "Joe, don't you think we should stop soon?" I laughed, lifting my skirt.

He'd have me look on my phone for a motel. None of those dingy, grimy truck stop motels for us. Most of the time we spent two nights. We didn't get much sleep. We, at least I, didn't care. For a man his age, his cock always seemed ready.

Or as Joe put it, "Hannah, you have a way about you that gets my cock to rise." He was talking about where I put my titties or more frequently my mouth.

Of course, for a twenty-year-old girl, my pussy and my mouth were always ready. I mean twenty-year-old woman.

When we got to Boston, we checked into a downtown hotel. The next day, instead of driving me to campus, Joe drove to the New England Medical Center. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" I was genuinely concerned.

"No, I'm fine. Remember, I told you there was someone I wanted you to meet."

In the hospital, Joe walked directly to where the doctors had their offices, spoke quietly to the receptionist and then took a seat next to me. I was worried.

A few minutes later, a tall, handsome black doctor, perhaps thirty, walked out and rushed to him, "Dad, so good to see you." They embraced.

I was confused.

"Junior, you're looking well."

"You, too, dad. Your back okay? All that driving's not good for your back."

"Junior, this is the girl, I mean woman, I was telling you about. Hannah, this is my son, Joe Junior, or you can call him doc."

Dr. Joe Jr. shook my hand. "Let me apologize for my dad. He thinks I need a girlfriend."

"And a wife."

I blushed. Wife? And what did Joe tell Junior about me. Cocksucker? Big tits? Tasty, tufted pussy? Good fuck? "Nice to meet you, doc."

"Now, listen. Junior, I put Hannah up at the Parker House, but she has to be at school on Monday. Take her to dinner, wine and dine her. You'll fine she's a fabulous young woman." I was shocked when Joe handed his son, a doctor, a bunch of money so he could "wine and dine" me.

"Well, Hannah, like it or not, looks like we have a date. I'll meet you in the lobby of the hotel at 7."

"Hannah, you can take a taxi back to the hotel; he handed me more than enough money for cab fare."

"Wait a second, Joe. You're going way too fast for me. I'll walk you to your car. Doctor or is it Junior? I'll see you at 7."

I confronted Joe as soon as we were in the corridor. "What did you tell him about me? I'll be so embarrassed."

"Hannah, Junior thinks you're just some college kid I picked up hitch hiking. That's all."

"I hope so because I'm not going to sleep with him or anything else. And what about us?"

"Hannah, I was ready to retire last year. Then we met in San Francisco. This was the best summer of my life, but at my age, I can't keep up. Besides, you need to finish school. Three more years. You need to find someone close to your own age. Junior is close enough. He's a very talent pediatric surgeon, you know."

We briefly hugged and then Joe the trucker got in his BMW and was gone.

TO BE CONTINUED

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