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My New JobSome time after my service in the Navy I had started a job with a trucking firm as their Assistant Warehouse Manager and Forklift Operator. Though my training was in electronics, I had to settle for this job; I had to find something, and fast, because at that time Bell South wasn’t even accepting applications for five years.The trucking company was located near the airport in a modest college town in North Carolina, which offered me several choices of quality schools in which to further my education. Of course, this was my plan, as the only real reason I joined the military was to take advantage of the Old G.I. Bill before it expired after 1976. The Bill would be modified in 1977, and pretty much downgraded (the Old Bill paid 100% benefits.)I planned on working for one year at this new job before starting college, as I wanted a little time to get re-adjusted to civilian life. The job paid well, especially in overtime, which was always paid in cash with no taxes taken out. My overtime envelope was often more than my actual paycheck. I’d clock in most days at 5 or 6 p.m. and work until all arriving trucks were unloaded, the freight sorted and stored, then routed and loaded onto our four local delivery trucks for the next day’s deliveries throughout the state. On average it would take two hours to properly unload a tractor-trailer and check in the load. Then another hour or two to route the freight and load it up for next day’s delivery. For many nights it was “hurry up and wait,” while the incoming trucks were often hours apart. And on other nights it was bust-ass, as two or even three trucks would arrive simultaneously. Being the only employee there most nights meant I pretty much had the place to myself, and having a key for the soda machine in the warehouse afforded me a discreet place to keep my beer cold. Of course, I always had my bag of weed, as well as my Sharp dual cassette player and double-sided storage case of 300 tapes. Most every night that warehouse was rocking!The truck drivers, most arriving from a long haul across several states, often just handed me the envelope of manifests, invoices, bills of lading, etc. and the keys to their trucks, then they’d retired into their sleepers for some much needed shut-eye. After I’d unloaded their trucks, I would enter the cabs and move the rigs from the dock to make room for the next truck. The company was pretty much the only business there, which meant I had the entire parking lot in which to park the rigs. This is where I learned how to drive the big rigs.One early evening, as I was busy unloading a truck, a young woman stuck her head into the warehouse between the trailer and the loading dock, which startled me. I immediately stopped the forklift and asked her if she needed any help. She was rather young and very pretty, so when she told me that she heard the music and just wanted to check it out I was rather relieved; I thought perhaps she was in some kind of trouble.I went around, through the office, and unlocked the front door. “Come on in,” I invited, and she walked up the front steps and into the office. I guided her into the warehouse, where I began to ask her some basic questions regarding her circumstances. She told me she was hitch-hiking and the trucker offered her a ride. I asked if she wanted a beer and she accepted. I then twisted up a doobie and asked if she smoked, which she replied, “Yes.”I had plenty of time until my next truck would arrive, and was almost done unloading the current one, so my mind was working on how I should spend the next three or four hours entertaining this gorgeous young lady. It was getting pretty obvious that she was a runaway, so I asked her how old she was. I was rather skeptical when she replied, “Eighteen,” but I played along with her, as the ample breasts pressing against her sweater suggested she could very well be telling me the truth. After she pretty much inhaled the first beer I offered her another, and our conversation became very lively and flirtatious. The weed worked its magic…her laughter encouraged my advances, and before I knew it we were kissing passionately. I soon had one hand all over her tits, beginning to caress them canlı bahis over her sweater before moving up under it and massaging her bare skin while my other hand was squeezing her ass. She was not wearing a bra…nor panties, as I discovered when I unzipped her fly. The fingers of my right hand found her moist muff as those of my left hand gently twisted her now hardened nipples. Meanwhile, her own hands had become busy opening my jeans and reaching in to grasp my throbbing hard-on.”I’ve never ridden one of those,” she said off-hand, and I was wondering what the hell she was talking about. Was she a virgin, informing me she’s never had sex? What was she saying, I thought to myself, and as I pulled away from her with a questioning look, she continued, “The forklift.” “Oh, well then, let’s take a ride,” I suggested. So we zipped our jeans back up and jumped up onto the machine. I took her for a spin around the warehouse, and each time we went over the border breaks in the slab she’d giggle and attempt to steady her jiggling breasts with her left arm while holding onto the forklift’s cage with her right hand.Five minutes hadn’t passed before she’d upped the game by adding, “I’ve never fucked on a forklift before, either.” “Okay then,” I thought. I put it in park and jumped off while she dismounted from her side. We each removed our clothes and I climbed back on and sat in the driver’s seat. She climbed up to straddle me and slowly sunk down on my awaiting member. Man, was she tight! I put the machine in drive and started once again to circle the warehouse. My jukebox (as I called it) had long stopped playing, but her giggles and laughter as we drove and fucked was music to my ears. After a while I suggested we try something else, so we climbed atop a huge roll of carpet and fucked there for a while. And when we had to take a bathroom break, we fucked in both of them for a spell. Next were the offices themselves, where we entertained each other performing 69 for a while before going back to fucking like two sex-starved lunatics. On the floor…on the desk.After three or so hours had passed I informed her that I had to get back to work. I watched her leave through the front door walking bow-legged. ———————————————————————————————–The memory of that hitch-hiker was still fresh in my mind early one evening some months later as I stepped out the back door of the warehouse to burn a joint. But before I could spark it up, I noticed a little red car parked in the lot in front of a Spring Manufacturer. There was a man laying on his back on the driver’s side floorboard with his legs hanging out onto the parking lot. A bit concerned, I slowly approached the car to investigate.I heard him cussing so I asked if he were alright. “Oh, yes,” he replied, “you surprised me. I’m just trying to install my new stereo.”I noticed he was using just electrical tape to make his connections, and offered him a better solution. Returning to the warehouse to retrieve some electrical tools, splice caps, and new roll of rubber tape, I came back and offered to help him. “You’re going to have some problems on down the road if you just twist the wires and tape them,” I began. “Bumps in the road and the heat from your firewall and floorboard will soon loosen the tape and cause your speakers to sound like static. These splice caps will make a good, solid connection, and you won’t have to tear your dashboard apart and rip up your carpet again to fix it.”He thanked me as he took the items and continued working. “Where did you come from…I thought all of these businesses were closed for the night.””I work up the hill in that warehouse in the next business park over…on Radar Road. I work the night shift and am the only one there most nights. I stepped out back to smoke a joint when I noticed you. Glad you’re o.k. Do you toke?””Damn right I do, and my wife too!” he exclaimed as he graciously accepted the doobie. I hadn’t even noticed his wife sitting in the passenger seat. “She’s a little shy,” he explained.As we finished smoking he went back to working on his stereo and I went back to the warehouse. I told him he could bring bahis siteleri me my tools when he was finished.An hour or so later he came to the warehouse and returned my tools. Then he informed me that they live not far from there and invited me over one day after giving me their telephone number and address. “We’ve got a kick-ass stereo system at the house, and always have beer and liquor.” “Thanks, I’ll do that,” I told him, then went back to work unloading a tractor-trailer.One day when there were no trucks scheduled I had that night off of work, so I called them up and they invited me over. They lived in a small apartment built on the second floor of a farmhouse, surrounded by a horse stable, gated runs and grazing pastures. It was rather scenic, serene and pleasant.I rang the doorbell and an older woman answered. “Oh, I’m looking for (B&D)…are they home?””Yes, they are the young couple who rent the apartment upstairs,” the kind old lady explained. “Let me tell them you’re here,” she continued as she left to climb the steps to their front door. Returning soon, she informed me that they were expecting me and that I can enter and go upstairs.As I climbed the creaky old steps I took in the smell and atmosphere of the old farm house. I always appreciated the older structures…the history…the stories they could tell. He greeted me at the door with a large grin and welcomed me inside their humble apartment. Nothing much, just one bedroom, a small bathroom, a comfortable living room and cozy kitchen. It was perfect for a young couple like themselves. And private…the isolated horse farm had no nearby neighbors and was very quiet.He offered me a drink and asked what was my pleasure. I responded with, “Anything, really” and as he retreated into the kitchen to mix some Jack Black and Cokes, he encouraged me to make myself comfortable. While his wife sat on the couch, I chose the lounge chair by the window. Before long he returned with the drinks, and asked what type of music I enjoyed. Again my answer was, “Anything, really,” and he mentioned Led Zeppelin. “Yes, that’ll work,” I responded, and he placed Led Zeppelin III on the turntable. I sparked up a doobie and we proceeded to enjoy the music.Those first drinks went down rather quickly, so I offered to mix the next round. I went into the kitchen and was in the process of making the drinks when she entered and asked if I needed any help. “No, thank you, I’m about through.””You know, Raymond,” she began, “I’ve been dying to get into your pants since the first time I saw you at (B’s) job.”Well, I just about dropped the drinks I was handing her at this sudden revelation, and all I could think of to say was, “And I’d love to get into your pants, too!”She disappeared quickly back into the living room, and by the time I returned there with my drink they were nowhere in sight. The album soon ended and I found myself a bit uncomfortable, so I finished my drink and wondered what I should do.Then I heard him call out from their bedroom, “Hey Raymond, flip the album over…we’ll be out in a minute.” So I flipped the album, but soon found my glass empty once again. I went back into the kitchen to make another drink and, returning to the living room, sat back down in the chair and sparked up another doobie. The album soon concluded and I began to worry a little. “What’s going on?” I thought to myself…I really had no clue.Soon enough (B) entered the living room and sat down on the couch, a huge smile lighting up his face. His wife was not far behind, but placed herself on the floor at her husband’s feet. She reached up and unzipped his fly. He helped her take his dick out, and she commenced to sucking his cock.”Hey Raymond,” (B) suggested, “you really ought to come on over here and get some of this good cock sucking!”Well, he didn’t have to ask me twice!I got up from the chair and, as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hardening cock, sat down on the couch next to him. His lovely and horny wife briefly left his cock to service mine with her hungry lips, tongue and mouth as she continued stroking his with her left hand. Her right hand stroked my cock as she returned to sucking his. She took turns servicing bahis şirketleri our pulsating pricks with her knowing mouth, lustful lips and flickering tongue for more than a half hour before he suggested we take the party into the bedroom.Once in the bedroom, we all got fully undressed and climbed up on their big, fluffy bed. I went down on her sweet young pussy while (B) knelt by her shoulder to feed her his throbbing cock. She moaned lustfully as I ate that pussy while he fucked her eager mouth. She kept her bush trimmed nice and short, not fully shaved smooth, and I used that to my advantage by brushing my beard up and down against her pubic mound. I’d nibble playfully on her swollen labia, sucking them into my mouth, between my lips, while twirling my tongue around them. I’d push two fingers into her hot box and press them upwards, applying pressure against her G spot, moving them in a circular motion while flicking my tongue against her swollen clit, sucking it in while pressing my lips down around it. I felt her hands grasp my hair as she thrust her pelvis up against my face. Her hot juices filled my beard and trickled down onto the bed sheets. Her moans of pleasure were clearly audible, even with her husband’s cock buried deep in her throat. I couldn’t stand it any longer…I just had to fuck that steaming cunt!Slowly removing my mouth from her pussy, she let out soft whimpers as I ascended up her soft belly, planting hot kisses along the way. I used my mouth as a suction cup while I worked my tongue in small, fast circles with each inch of her flesh I encountered along the way up her torso towards her firm breasts. And as I reached her hardened nipples and took first one then the other between my teeth, teasing them with my fiery tongue, I rubbed the swollen head of my dick up and down the wet slit of her hungry pussy. Slowly and rhythmically alternating between her juicy nipples with my lips, teeth and tongue, I continued to tease her starving fuck hole by rubbing my cock-head up and down her labia. I even used my thick shaft to “dry hump” her hungry cunt, not entering but instead fucking her opening with hard, full strokes…up and down, up and down, applying pressure to her gaping pussy lips and clitoris with my throbbing cock.”God,” she gasped, “you’re driving me crazy!” she exclaimed as her husband briefly removed his dick from her mouth.I laughed halfheartedly at her confession before slamming my cock fully into her sopping wet cunt. She yelped at the sudden impact.I proceeded to fuck her hard and fast, my balls slapping up against her ass cheeks. I held her legs wide open, my thumbs and fingers gripping her just behind each knee. The old bed began to rattle and shake, and the floorboards of the old farmhouse began to show their age with tell-tale squeaks as I fucked that horny young housewife long and hard.By that time her husband had stepped off the bed and became a spectator, marveling at the treatment his lust-filled wife was receiving.I often wondered what their landlady must have been thinking with all that commotion going on upstairs!————————————————————————————One night she and her husband had the idea of going to the X-Rated Drive-In Theater, so we all jumped into my Buick for the short road trip. It wasn’t long before we stopped watching the movie and started servicing her. We did everything we could possibly do in my big old ’72 Electra 225. Hours must have passed, because we lost all track of time, and eventually noticed the movies had long since stopped playing.I rolled down the completely steamed-up windows to discover the entire place was empty, but for us.We had to drive over the rolling spikes, designed to keep cars from entering but easily permitting cars to leave, to exit the business.————————————————————————————Many were the day where I would call her when I had the day off work and her husband was on the job. I’d go over to their place and fuck his wife while he was hard at work. I’d drive her to her father’s house and fuck her there while Daddy was at work. I’d drive her to her mother’s house and fuck her there while Mommy was at work. I’d drive her to the Mall and fuck her there while everybody else was working.It seemed no place was safe from her fantasies, from her need to be fucked. I guess that was my new job.

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