The truck driver made me feel the power of his trick

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I had my first sexual experience at the age of 13, with a teenager of the same age. Our families knew each other, they were evangelical people who lived in the countryside, and for this reason, we took a while to see each other. At each meeting he would find a way to stick his stick in me. But it was at the age of 16 that I took a safe roll, I think that was the day that I really had my gourd burst.
At that time we lived in a new neighborhood, had many houses under construction, condominiums, was not yet fully paved and was away from the city. The neighborhood was super quiet, had a bakery, supermarket, could meet some of the needs of the residents. It was difficult to make friends because the people lived locked in their mansions, not for fear of robberies, something unusual at that time.
I was enrolled in a very good private school that was 10 minutes' walk from my house, and I studied in the afternoon, from 1:00 p.m. to 5:30 p.m., and I would take a few shortcuts to get to school, and one of those shortcuts was a gas station, and I would walk across the yard from one end of the gas station to the other end of the gas station, and I was already known at the convenience store, because I would always stop to buy some candy.
I've always been about making friends, talking to people, regardless of age, intellectual level, gender, and my peers really appreciated my friendship, and my caring way of being attracted to people.
At the end of the class, we always returned to the same group of students who lived nearby, and as we walked along the path, someone would always disperse from the class. In this context, I was the last one to get home, I would finish the path alone. As I said earlier, it was not dangerous, even when the sun was setting.
One fine day, as I was passing this station that stood in my way, I came across a shirtless truck driver with a pot of acai in his hand, enjoying the frozen delicacy with great pleasure. He was a kind of bearded man, with a brave face, long black hair and mustache. He looked like the Arab people.
At that station there used to be few truckers, they preferred to stay at the farthest station of the city. Even so, it was common for me to bump into truckers on that stretch. And when I saw that Arab species, a foreigner, a thousand things went through my mind, among those things, sexual fantasies. Walking and approaching him, I made an analysis of his physical profile.
I was never shy to strike up a conversation with people, and as I got very close to him, I greeted him with "good afternoon" and showing curiosity, I asked him where he had bought that acai. He politely replied that he had bought it at the post shop. I knew, but I claimed that I always bought there and had never seen acai. He promptly offered it to me saying that he would get one for me.
I thanked him for his kindness and declined the offer. I said that I had to go home because my mother, who is a teacher, would be working that night. After 7:30 p.m., I would go back to the post to buy the acai. I said goodbye to him, and after walking away for a while, I looked back and asked if he was around. With his mouth full of candy, he shook his head in affirmation. I smiled and walked out, leaving behind that crown that was eating me with my eyes.
Soon after my mother left for work, I took a shower and got ready to do a little homework. I put on lycra shorts that covered up to half the thigh, a shirt with a rock band printed on the front, I didn't like it very much because it had a larger mold than the usual size, however, it was appropriate at that time because it covered my butt and didn't reveal that I was without underwear. I put on a famous French perfume, of very delicate smell, soft and I put on my crocs. I was dressed simply, the basics of my day to day and as I passed my father, who was in the living room watching TV, I warned that I was going to buy a shoe and if I had the courage I would go to a friend's house. My parents trusted me, the only recommendation was to be careful and not to delay.
So, at the scheduled time, I returned to the station. It was quiet, I saw half a dozen trucks parked, probably the driver was spending the night there. My eyes searched the place for the male who had aroused my interest and I realized that he was not in the same place. He had either gone to the other station, or continued traveling.
Continue steadfastly towards the convenience store without ceasing to repair the flanks. Until at a certain moment I caught sight of him from afar, waving to me with a can of beer in his hand. He was strategically parked in front of a decommissioned shed there on the outskirts of the post. I bought my acai and decided to salute that charming crown once again.
As I left the convenience store, I noticed carefully the perimeter of where I was, looking for someone I knew. The post was empty, just the typical movement of one or the other who appeared to supply. I was not a strange figure there, so no one would have to curse the fact that I went to buy an açaí. Only instead of going home, I discreetly turned my way and went to meet the truck driver. And I found him a little smiling, already excited with the sips of beer. That closed face did not exactly correspond to the personality of that subject, who proved to be of the good.
He reached out his hand and gave me a good night. I thanked the açaí tip and said that if it were not for him I would never have known what I had to sell in that store. In a humorous way, he told me that it was not to have bought, because he would give me one as a gift. I thanked the kindness and said that he could make up for this gift if he would hold my pot of açaí while I knotted my shirt. He promptly answered and held it.
The lighting of the post was not precarious, but it was also not of a strong light. It was not in the penumbra, but it was also not extremely illuminated. The truck was not parked pointed at the shed but at the length of the shed, which left it forming a kind of barrier and whoever was far away could not see who was in front of the shed, because the truck covered the view.
At one end of this shed, there was a pole that left the area well lit, yet it was still a private place, for cars did not exactly circulate nearby. The truck driver deliberately chose that one to sleep without any engine noise nearby.
At that moment, I suspended my shirt to give that nut and look stylish. That was my trick to make my petticoat visible, the lycra shorts tight on my body, would be evidencing my crack. He didn't look away, it was a matter of following my movement. When I finished the nut, I pulled the shorts up a little bit, to make the fabric fit well and demarcate the leisure area. When I asked for my pot back, he let out a compliment saying that I had looked very good and making a gesture with his face showing admiration. He asked my age and I lied to say that I was 18. I was 16 years old, despite my young age, my body was already well developed, which made me look more mature.
We stood there talking, I had the açaí and he had a beer. He offered me a chair and I refused, I said that I would rather sit on the step (the one that gives access to the cab of the truck). He laughed and said that it was called a stirrup. He made me feel at home and sat right in front of me on one of those articulated chairs that we usually use on the beach.
My purpose was to seduce that stranger. I was needy and needed to feel pleasure in some way, even if it was a seduction game. While he was telling me about his life, I was tasting the acai, in a very sensual, provocative way. I learned a lot about him, that he was married, about life on the road, the good and the bad side of the profession. In short, he gave an account of his life in a very synthetic way.
I learned to face people when I was talking to them, which intimidates some people, but he didn't. He was all the time looking directly at my eyes or the middle of my legs. And whenever I was going to pick up a spoonful of steel, I would quickly turn my gaze to my cock to make sure it was in good shape. This was making me euphoric, so I was careless for a second and dropped the steel on my thigh, on the inside of it, four fingers away from the target. I regretted the disaster and forgetting to take a napkin at the post. He offered me toilet paper and gave me permission to pick up a roll that was within reach of me on the dashboard of the truck.
I took the toilet paper and I sat back on the stirrup, stretching my legs wide, making the fabric fit snugly into the bouquet. I was excited about this game of seduction, he stared between my legs until he couldn't take it anymore and took the courage to ask if I was without underwear. I said yes, I felt good not wearing it, that it left the area more free.
From this answer of mine, our subject became more malicious, he began to tell me personal details about himself, that he also did not like to wear underwear, that he slept naked, that he missed sex on the trips he made, that his wife did not notice when he took a long time away from home. And in this context, our conversation prevailed. In the same way that he insistently looked at my crack, I retaliated by looking directly at his dick, especially when he scratched.
The weather was hot, I was always attentive to the movement of people, cars or noises. I was in a place that could compromise me if I was seen by an acquaintance, practically inside a truck cabin. I asked what time it was saying that it was time to go home. After informing me, he said that he was early to go, that he was enjoying the conversation and had a business to tell me, but he was afraid that I would find it disrespectful and that I could consider as harassment. In view of the content of our affairs, said in a non-fun way, I premeditated what this business would be that he had to talk to me. And I was willing to listen, after all, who is in the rain to get wet. And if he asked me, I was interested and confident, to tell me his secret.
Before long he said that he was going to masturbate thinking about me, because ever since I arrived, he hadn't stopped thinking about it, even as he struggled to concentrate on other matters. I didn't notice any trace of embarrassment in his speech, he was quite sure of what he was telling me. As soon as he finished making this confession, I asked about when he had last had sex.
Unconsciously he kicked his stick and replied that he had had sex two days ago, before he left the house. On top of that he retaliated with the same question. Taking advantage of the rush of my answer, I told briefly about my experience with sex. He was amazed by what he heard and sighed saying that he wanted to have the age and luck of these boys.
I made a face of indignation and commented that my generation did not pay attention to oral sex, that I had the greatest desire to explore this pleasure that many hesitate to do, letting the woman suffer the sad consequence of not having an orgasm. Without wasting time, Geraldo showed his northeastern roots when he raised his conquering tone and said that he would do anything to show me how to suck a woman, that he would compensate me if I did not bring me to orgasm.
I tried to complicate things, but he was adamant that it was safe to do it inside the cabin, that I had seen for myself the comfort that was his second home, and if I didn't like it, I could interrupt at any time. I made the line of puritan, careful, reinforced his proposal by emphasizing that it would be only the sucking and nothing else. With hands joined, as if he was begging, he said yes, he promised only sucking.
From my acceptance he asked me to go in and close the curtains of the windows, that soon he would come in. Slightly awkwardly, I was doing this and watching the movement outside. My heart was racing, the adrenaline was running in high doses, a lot of information was passing through my mind at that moment, for this new event in my life.
As I closed the windows, I looked outside for Geraldo and saw him taking a piss. In my consciousness I was sure that that night would go beyond what we had agreed. His characteristics attracted me, his shapely body, his naturally black hair and mustache, he had a rustic manner, however, affectionate, skilled in dealing with people.
I sat on a bed that stood in the back of the cabin, imagining how many bushes had already been eaten in it and now it would be my debut. Writing this account with all calm is easy, but at that moment I was very nervous, my intelligence was inferior to my feelings.
Geraldo came in, closed the door, turned on the sound, the air conditioner left a light on and came towards me. I didn't have much to say, the words flew away. My only reaction, in the midst of that anxiety, was to take off my shorts and embark once again on that fantasy. He was standing at the side of that bed, bent forward looking at me like a hungry wolf waiting for its prey, his gaze was focused on my bouquet. I heard many compliments on how beautiful he had found it, commented on it is a melody of my excitement.
I curled up in bed and stayed with my legs open and my knees bent so that he could sit between them and do his job. Without saying anything, only with actions, Geraldo began to suck me. He began caressing, smelling, licking, biting the inside of my thigh, giving me a sensation that I hadn't felt before. After that, he began the promised sucking.
At first I tried to control my emotions, but I didn't last long and released my groans. Geraldo sucked too tasty, his skillful tongue seemed to scan my reproductive organ, nothing escaped from his talented mouth. When he reached my clitoris, the Turkish-looking truck driver paid special attention, whimsical and showed himself to be an excellent sucker. By this time I was snaking in that bed, I had already surrendered and there was no more shyness in me. My conscience tried to accuse me that this was wrong, but I deserved to know that pleasure. Geraldo was chosen by my intuition.
My fingers were between the heavy hairs of the crown, my hands pulled his head gently as if asking Geraldo to swallow me once and for all. And that's how he made a fantastic joke of me. I literally screamed at that moment. And he didn't stop there. He came out kissing my belly and climbing up to reach my lap. He asked if I didn't want to take off my shirt so he could suck my little tits and I complied with his request by getting rid of the pieces of clothing. He deliciously sucked my breasts, which I felt very pleased.
I complained that his bermuda button was uncomfortable due to the pressure his weight was putting on me. He apologized and asked if he could take off his clothes reminding me that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I responded by saying "of course" in response and I watched him undress.
I was enchanted when I saw that thick, medium-sized stick, it had a bit of a comb, the hard-on consumed me completely. A straight, well-rolled prick all the way, the head was much thicker than the stem, the famous mushroom rosary. I reached out to touch it, and it came close to me. I began to feel its eggs, feeling a pleasant sensation of the texture, the warmth of the buttocks. I gently touched its pussy by passing my fingers over the fold of skin just below the head, I brought my fingers to my nose and felt that the smell was good, it had a whiff of pee, even so, I sucked my fingers. I leaned to the side leaning on my left arm and with my right hand I pulled Ger by his waist, he understood the time I wanted to cry.
I began to make a clumsy kiss, but he controlled, telling me how he wanted, what I should do, always praising me and saying inaudible words. I didn't care what he said, I really wanted to suck that majestic piece of meat. I knew that I was giving pleasure, the squeaks I made denounced it. Geraldo proposed to make a 69, he lay on the bed and I was on top. In this way, he sucked me deliciously while I was drowning swallowing his poop. I enjoyed it for the second time.
Geraldo laid me on the bed and again came between my legs, sucking from the bottom up, until he reached my crotch. He made attempts to kiss me until I accepted a corresponding kiss full of horny. At the same time, Geraldo was trying to hit my vaginal orifice. I was extremely excited and I let him play with the head of the pike in the inside of my crack.
Whenever the head seemed to want to enter, I dislocated myself. This did not give me an advantage, it only made me open space for Geraldo to see me opening in the position of roast chicken. Without opening my mouth I was about to be eaten. I ignored the risks and let him continue playing in the entrance, but always avoiding me when he tried to enter. For a few seconds he stopped kissing me and said that he was vasectomized, that he would not get pregnant. He kissed me again as if my silence was an approval in what he had communicated to me. In the end, the saying goes: whoever shuts up, consents.
I resolved to stand still while Geraldo brushed my xana. And vigorous as an injection needle penetrating our skin, the manly crown inserted his member until it hit the deepest part of my bouquet. He began to go in and out of me, showing all his experience and practice acquired over his fifty years. He struck firmly and strongly, deifying my bouquet questioning all the time whether I was really 18 years old and had already given it.
I didn't answer his questions, I just asked him to fuck me nice. That sounded like a mixed challenge stimulus to him, leaving the veteran jerk-eater. Geraldo initiated a vigorous penetration inside me in the roast chicken position, the truck's carriage rattled with its movements hitting my pocket. It was admirable the way he penetrated.
I told Geraldo that I was going to have fun. My revelation made him euphoric, making him more vigorous in penetration and, cursing me as a whore, accelerated the rhythm of the punches, harvesting from me another orgasm. The feeling of having his dick chewed my bouquet, made Geraldo inject his reproductive nectar inside me, roaring and calling me my daughter.
When our fun was over, I asked him to give me toilet paper. While I was wiping my mouth, Geraldo sat next to me, his dick still half hard, praising me for the trance I had provided. I thanked the flood of compliments and asked him to open the door for me to leave. He checked the environment and said it was clean, I could leave. Like a prostitute, I said goodbye and jumped out of the cabin, abandoning that stranger who had provided me with a trance that I will remember proudly as long as I exist.