The lorry park x
I was recently having a lovely wank over a sexy story I was reading, regarding sex with lorry drivers and I suddenly remembered that I’d participated in something very similar, years ago. My memories of the event were and still are a little bit vague but you’ll understand why, as my reminiscence unfolds.
Mr Vaughn, who ‘sort” of ran a corner shop at the end of our road, used to sell fresh eggs, which he used to get from a farm, down near Shepton Mallet in Somerset. He’d go down there once a week, usually on a Wednesday afternoon, in his shiny green Morris traveller and, especially in the summer months, I’d often go with him as I enjoyed the ride out and Mr Vaughn enjoyed me allowing him, to wank me off, on the journey back home.
This particular afternoon he’d invited my friend Barry to come with us, who was about sixteen or seventeen years of age, about two or three years older than me. Barry was much more experienced than me, sexually and I did look up to him to look after me, well a bit anyway. The farm where Mr Vaughn got the eggs was owned by a widow who was, or looked like, a typical jolly plump farmers wife and who always made me very welcome. She’d always have a lovely selection of fresh baked cakes and scones for me to devour and cold home made lemonade too. While I was filling my face with the cakes, she would always disappear upstairs with Mr Vaughn for, sometimes an hour or so, before returning, the pair of them looking very pleased with themselves.
On the afternoon, in question, Barry and myself were again left with the cakes, whilst the two of them did, what they always did, upstairs. When they came back down, Mr Vaughn told us that instead of returning straight back home, we’d be stopping off to meet some old friends of his and as it was going to be a bit longer drive, he had something to help us not get car sick, not that we ever did, mind you. He poured some white powder into our lemonades and told us to drink it all up, which both Barry and I did.
We hadn’t gone far down the lane when I started to feel very ‘woozy’, sort of half asleep, as did Barry too, but Mr Vaughn told us it was normal to feel like that and we’d be fine. I can’t remember how far we went but we ended up in a sort of lorry park, surrounded by tall trees and a wooden office in one corner. We parked alongside several lorry’s , big lorry’s too, what I’d call long distance ones. Mr Vaughn got out and was talking to about a dozen men, the drivers we presumed, while Barry and I stayed in the car, still very ‘woozy’. I can’t remember much , but I sort of remember looking at the lorry’s, a couple of which had a big Indian chiefs head, with a feather headdress, on the bonnet.
While we were sat in the back of the car, another car turned up, well a van actually, driven by an older woman, who at first, I thought was the widow we’d just left, but it just looked like her. There were two younger girls with her, both about the same age, perhaps a bit older than Barry, it’s difficult with girls, guessing their ages. The older one, even in my bleary state, looked very sexy, sort of like the prostitutes who fucked with the men in the bushes, up the park, dressed like them too, bouffant hair, short skirt, big tits, stockings and high heels. The other one was dressed more normal, well normal for a girl trying to look a lot younger than she was, wearing a pink gingham dress, straining against a big pair of tits, which was quite short, short enough to see her white knickers when she bent over, white ankle socks and her blond hair in a ponytail.
The older woman and Mr Vaughn obviously knew each other and the pair of them were in some form of ‘negotiations’ with the dozen or so men gathered around. The two girls were being paraded around by the older woman, the ‘tarty’ looking girl seemingly getting the most attention and was soon being led off by two of the drivers into the trees. Barry and myself, both still very sleepy, were now pulled, literally out of the car, to be like the girls, ‘shown’ off to the remaining drivers by Mr Vaughn. I seemed to be getting, together with the girl dressed as a schoolgirl, the most attention but Barry was the first to be taken by a huge rough looking man who dragged Barry off to his lorry.
Three men were discussing the pair of us, quite a heated conversation, if my hazy memory serves me right, Mr Vaughn taking the lead. Eventually the three men, the girl and myself were led off to the office, the other side of the lorry park. I can only really relate what happened next, by what the girl related to Mr Vaughn, who told me afterwards, as I was well out of it by then.
As soon as we got in the office, which was empty apart from an armchair, desk and some old filing cabinets, one of the men dropped his dirty oily trousers and, like a robot, I knelt in front of him and started sucking his smelly limp cock. I can at least remember that much. The other two men took the girl and while one ripped her dress off and pulled down her knickers, the other one was wanking furiously on his cock waiting to fuck the girl. One man held her down over the desk, while the other one started to forcefully shove his, by now quite big hard cock up her cunt. She didn’t actually seem to mind, although I was still desperately trying to bring my ‘man’ off, rubbing his enormous balls and sucking as hard as I could.
After the first guy had spunked up her cunt , leaving a long line of white spunk down her leg, the other guy, with an equally big cock was soon pounding away at her cunt. The first guy who’d fucked her, I was told later, came over to the guy I was sucking and pushed him out the way and got me to suck his cock clean. I soon had the smelly cock back in my mouth again and when he did spunk, eventually, it tasted just like he smelt, oily and dirty. Again, as I was told afterwards, the second guy, who’d just spunked up the girl, like the first guy, came over to have his cock cleaned up as well.
I vaguely remember being taken back to the car and dumped in the back seat to go to sleep. Barry told me afterwards that what ever Mr Vaughn had given the pair of us, it seemed to have worn off, on him, sooner than it had on me. Barry told me that the man had been very rough with him, giving his ass a right good fucking and he was as sore as hell as he’d not used any lub or a rubber. He didn’t actually think that the pair of us had got off too badly, as he’d seen both girls come back, looking very much the worse for wear. The ‘prostitute’ looking one had obviously been well fucked, not just by the two who’d initially taken her into the woods but by several more drivers too who’d followed them into the woods. According to Barry, her clothes were very disheveled, ripped and dirty although the older woman didn’t seem bothered at all and just shoved her in the van. She seemed a bit more concerned about the other girl, dressed in gingham, who according to Mr Vaughn was her daughter, and gave her a bit of a hug, telling her she’d did very well. Her session in the office, with me, hadn’t stopped with just the two men who’d fucked her as the guy with the dirty cock who I’d sucked off got a second wind and had screwed her too, poor girl!!
By the time I’d started to come around, we were back on the road, the van and the girls, having left before us. Mr Vaughn, dirty little fucker that he was, told us that he’d fucked the older woman in the back of her van while we were servicing the drivers but it still didn’t stop him pulling into his favourite lay-by, about half way home, for him to fuck Barry’s sore ass yet again and to wank me off too xx same old story with him !!!
Mr Vaughn, who ‘sort” of ran a corner shop at the end of our road, used to sell fresh eggs, which he used to get from a farm, down near Shepton Mallet in Somerset. He’d go down there once a week, usually on a Wednesday afternoon, in his shiny green Morris traveller and, especially in the summer months, I’d often go with him as I enjoyed the ride out and Mr Vaughn enjoyed me allowing him, to wank me off, on the journey back home.
This particular afternoon he’d invited my friend Barry to come with us, who was about sixteen or seventeen years of age, about two or three years older than me. Barry was much more experienced than me, sexually and I did look up to him to look after me, well a bit anyway. The farm where Mr Vaughn got the eggs was owned by a widow who was, or looked like, a typical jolly plump farmers wife and who always made me very welcome. She’d always have a lovely selection of fresh baked cakes and scones for me to devour and cold home made lemonade too. While I was filling my face with the cakes, she would always disappear upstairs with Mr Vaughn for, sometimes an hour or so, before returning, the pair of them looking very pleased with themselves.
On the afternoon, in question, Barry and myself were again left with the cakes, whilst the two of them did, what they always did, upstairs. When they came back down, Mr Vaughn told us that instead of returning straight back home, we’d be stopping off to meet some old friends of his and as it was going to be a bit longer drive, he had something to help us not get car sick, not that we ever did, mind you. He poured some white powder into our lemonades and told us to drink it all up, which both Barry and I did.
We hadn’t gone far down the lane when I started to feel very ‘woozy’, sort of half asleep, as did Barry too, but Mr Vaughn told us it was normal to feel like that and we’d be fine. I can’t remember how far we went but we ended up in a sort of lorry park, surrounded by tall trees and a wooden office in one corner. We parked alongside several lorry’s , big lorry’s too, what I’d call long distance ones. Mr Vaughn got out and was talking to about a dozen men, the drivers we presumed, while Barry and I stayed in the car, still very ‘woozy’. I can’t remember much , but I sort of remember looking at the lorry’s, a couple of which had a big Indian chiefs head, with a feather headdress, on the bonnet.
While we were sat in the back of the car, another car turned up, well a van actually, driven by an older woman, who at first, I thought was the widow we’d just left, but it just looked like her. There were two younger girls with her, both about the same age, perhaps a bit older than Barry, it’s difficult with girls, guessing their ages. The older one, even in my bleary state, looked very sexy, sort of like the prostitutes who fucked with the men in the bushes, up the park, dressed like them too, bouffant hair, short skirt, big tits, stockings and high heels. The other one was dressed more normal, well normal for a girl trying to look a lot younger than she was, wearing a pink gingham dress, straining against a big pair of tits, which was quite short, short enough to see her white knickers when she bent over, white ankle socks and her blond hair in a ponytail.
The older woman and Mr Vaughn obviously knew each other and the pair of them were in some form of ‘negotiations’ with the dozen or so men gathered around. The two girls were being paraded around by the older woman, the ‘tarty’ looking girl seemingly getting the most attention and was soon being led off by two of the drivers into the trees. Barry and myself, both still very sleepy, were now pulled, literally out of the car, to be like the girls, ‘shown’ off to the remaining drivers by Mr Vaughn. I seemed to be getting, together with the girl dressed as a schoolgirl, the most attention but Barry was the first to be taken by a huge rough looking man who dragged Barry off to his lorry.
Three men were discussing the pair of us, quite a heated conversation, if my hazy memory serves me right, Mr Vaughn taking the lead. Eventually the three men, the girl and myself were led off to the office, the other side of the lorry park. I can only really relate what happened next, by what the girl related to Mr Vaughn, who told me afterwards, as I was well out of it by then.
As soon as we got in the office, which was empty apart from an armchair, desk and some old filing cabinets, one of the men dropped his dirty oily trousers and, like a robot, I knelt in front of him and started sucking his smelly limp cock. I can at least remember that much. The other two men took the girl and while one ripped her dress off and pulled down her knickers, the other one was wanking furiously on his cock waiting to fuck the girl. One man held her down over the desk, while the other one started to forcefully shove his, by now quite big hard cock up her cunt. She didn’t actually seem to mind, although I was still desperately trying to bring my ‘man’ off, rubbing his enormous balls and sucking as hard as I could.
After the first guy had spunked up her cunt , leaving a long line of white spunk down her leg, the other guy, with an equally big cock was soon pounding away at her cunt. The first guy who’d fucked her, I was told later, came over to the guy I was sucking and pushed him out the way and got me to suck his cock clean. I soon had the smelly cock back in my mouth again and when he did spunk, eventually, it tasted just like he smelt, oily and dirty. Again, as I was told afterwards, the second guy, who’d just spunked up the girl, like the first guy, came over to have his cock cleaned up as well.
I vaguely remember being taken back to the car and dumped in the back seat to go to sleep. Barry told me afterwards that what ever Mr Vaughn had given the pair of us, it seemed to have worn off, on him, sooner than it had on me. Barry told me that the man had been very rough with him, giving his ass a right good fucking and he was as sore as hell as he’d not used any lub or a rubber. He didn’t actually think that the pair of us had got off too badly, as he’d seen both girls come back, looking very much the worse for wear. The ‘prostitute’ looking one had obviously been well fucked, not just by the two who’d initially taken her into the woods but by several more drivers too who’d followed them into the woods. According to Barry, her clothes were very disheveled, ripped and dirty although the older woman didn’t seem bothered at all and just shoved her in the van. She seemed a bit more concerned about the other girl, dressed in gingham, who according to Mr Vaughn was her daughter, and gave her a bit of a hug, telling her she’d did very well. Her session in the office, with me, hadn’t stopped with just the two men who’d fucked her as the guy with the dirty cock who I’d sucked off got a second wind and had screwed her too, poor girl!!
By the time I’d started to come around, we were back on the road, the van and the girls, having left before us. Mr Vaughn, dirty little fucker that he was, told us that he’d fucked the older woman in the back of her van while we were servicing the drivers but it still didn’t stop him pulling into his favourite lay-by, about half way home, for him to fuck Barry’s sore ass yet again and to wank me off too xx same old story with him !!!
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