Wendy awoke with a start.  Enough of a start to send her flying up to the ceiling of the cabin, but not enough to send her through it.  When she came down she heard again the sound of a semi’s air horn that had awakened her.  It was some distance away, but the thought of fucking a truck driver was filling her mind.

 

She stepped outside, still naked, into the midday winter sun and listened for more truck sounds.  There, she could hear its tire noise, and then again, another honk of its air horn.  She quickly took off in that direction, her breasts jiggling as she ran along at a hundred miles an hour through the trees.

 

As she ran, she did her best to swerve around the trees, but a couple of times she hit them with her swinging arms and snapped their trunks in half.  Then she accidentally collided breasts-first with a 4-foot thick oak.  She was unhurt, but the oak came crashing to the ground behind her.  After that she gave up trying to miss the trees.  She turned up her X-ray vision and simply headed straight toward her target, leaving a path of fallen trees in her wake.

 

Pretty soon she came within sight of the highway.  There she saw her goal: a massive light blue moving van, hurtling along at a measly 75 miles per hour.  The cab had one of those extender sections for sleeping en-route.  Wendy slowed down to match the truck’s pace, running alongside the cab extender.  Peering through the metal skin she found a bearded man laying on the bunk.  And what was he doing?  Whacking off with a Hustler magazine.  Yes, this was going to be fun.

 

Mac had been laying in this bunk for an hour now and he couldn’t sleep.  He knew these bunks weren’t meant to be used while traveling, but every trucker knew you couldn’t keep your schedule unless you took turns driving and never stopped to rest.  Anyway, the fact that it was illegal wasn’t what bothered him.  It was the honking that was pissing him off.  His partner Jimmy thought it was funny to keep blowing the air horn while he was trying to sleep.  Stupid ass.  How the hell was he going to be able to drive his shift if he didn’t get any sleep?

 

So, lying in this damn bunk with nothing else to do, he pulled out his magazines and started whacking off.  He liked to imagine that these gorgeous girls had super-human strength.  Somehow that would always turn him on.  He had almost succeeded in forgetting the world around him when he heard a thunk! on the roof above his head.  He squeezed his dick hard and stopped rubbing it for a moment.  Then, unbelievably, a pair of nubs appeared in the raw metal ceiling above him.  The metal  split open to allow two short pink rods through, rods that looked for all the world like a pair of nipples.  The nubs then expanded, and two large indentations appeared around them.  Mac was dumb-struck as he noticed that together with the nipples, the indentations  looked like a pair of breasts.  It looked for all the world like a woman was laying on top of the truck, and her breasts, very large breasts, were molding the steel roof to their shape!  Mac started wacking off faster.

 

Wendy watched the guy through the roof and smiled, as she pressed her breasts against the steel skin.  She was amazed how easy it was to form the cold metal to her upper body’s gorgeous shape.  It was sort of like laying on a water bed, the surface giving her almost no resistance. 

 

When the man resumed his jacking off, Wendy formed both her hands into fists and punched holes through the roof on both sides of her body.  Then she reached into the cab and caressed her breasts through the soft metal.  The man was going wild!  First she kneeded the metal and her breasts together, but then she used her devastating fingernails to tear the steel away and expose her naked breasts fully.  After a few minutes, Wendy moved one of her hands down to her crotch, where she poked two fingers effortlessly through the metal and began to massage her vagina. 

 

Meanwhile, Mac was rubbing his cock as fast as he could, as he watched one of his most exciting erotic fantasies unfold before him in real life.  His dick had just stiffened intensely, but Wendy, realizing that Mac’s release was imminent, quickly tore through the roof and landed right on top of him, her dripping cunt taking his full manhood inside her.  She began to thrust, hard, while at the same time she grabbed Mac’s hands and forced them to kneed her breasts.  Mac, for his part, didn’t need to be forced.  He was absolutely mesmerized by the size and fullness of Wendy’s gorgeously endowed body.  And then the thought of such a body carrying such magnificent strength suddenly put him right over the edge!

 

Or, it would have, if Wendy hadn’t quickly tightened her inner vaginal muscles to hold his orgasm at bay for a few more minutes.  Wendy kept on pounding herself on Mac’s solid rod, but her arousal was starting to fade.  Too weak, she thought!  In an effort to increase the pressure of Mac’s cock on her clit, Wendy pounded harder, ignoring Mac’s screams, and she twisted and angled her own body in different directions to try to get the best contact. 

 

Meanwhile, Jimmy had gotten bored with his air horn game, and turned on the radio.  He was listening to some heavy disco music with a loud beat, and he had turned the bass all the way up.  Funny thing was, it seemed to him that his rig was sort of bouncing in time to the beat.  That was weird, he thought.  He didn’t know he had that much power in his radio.  He wasn’t aware of it when, during one of Wendy’s twists and turns, she accidentally poked her elbow, and then a little later her knee, through the steel wall into Jimmy’s cab.

 

Wendy was finally getting what she wanted.  She had started to use her own hand to supplement Mac’s cock, which was itself still trying to release its load.  Her hand was moving now with lightening speed, and Mac was still screaming, now from the burning heat in his crotch as much as from the intense pressure in his balls.  Wendy felt her arousal grow steadily now, and when she was about to cum she put her hands around Mac’s pelvis and pressed him into her like a dildo.  That, thankfully, brought her over the edge.  She stopped moving suddenly and relaxed her cunt muscles, letting Mac finally shoot his load.  Mac let out one more long wail, and then slumped back on the bunk, exhausted.

 

A few minutes passed, and neither one of them spoke.  Wendy looked at Mac’s now flaccid organ, and remembered when it was hard.  I could just put my hand around that thing and pick him up by it, she thought.  One hand!  It wouldn’t even be difficult!  She chuckled, and decided that one day she would try it.

 

After another short time, Wendy began to wonder what kind of load these guys were hauling.  She stared at the rear wall of the compartment, then peeked through the wall into the trailer.  Vegetables.  Broccoli, cabbage, carrots.  Boring stuff.  I need some excitement in my life, she thought.  Maybe it’s time to get back to my job. 

 

Without another glance at her snoring companion, Wendy leapt upward through the open compartment roof.  She grabbed an overhead road sign and held on for a second, then dropped to the ground after the truck had passed.  Turning, she began to jog back toward the Reserve.

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