As he started a rapid-bucking pace between my legs, I decided that it was true what they said about pussy being elastic. I had to have an elastic box to take that huge trucker dick. He kept plunging like a wild stallion, filling and refilling my cunt with a piston of steel-hard horsepower. I throbbed and burned enroute to my third miraculous orgasm. It came when he tightened in an incredible orgasm of his own. That extra millimeter of huge trucker cock triggered an explosion of pleasure which engulfed my trembling body with a starburst of ecstasy. Then it was all over.

We lay trembling and weak in sexual relief for a few moments, and then redressed. We didn’t speak. It seemed rather embarrassing now that we were finished, so we hurried our dressing and then made our way back to the parking lot. He squeezed my hand once before he disappeared into the night, and I remember his parting words. “Catch you on the flip flop. My handle is Night Runner.”

I didn’t mind the abrupt ending. I knew that I would indeed see this man on the flip flop, and I intended to make a habit of catching him on the flip flop. That truckers huge cock will be enough to keep me up and going for a few more days. Even a female trucker needs to let off a little steam now and then, and that gorgeous trucker with the huge cock sure made this one night stand worth every second.