CHAPTER TWO
Telling Finn - or her fathers - in person was the last thing on Rachel's mind when she slowly made her way home, all too aware of the delicious feeling of Santana's thick cum slowly trickling into her panties from her abused ass and cunt. The ache of their joining made a deep burn settle through her body with each step up the stairs of her home following a relatively quiet dinner with her fathers, but she couldn't help the satisfied smile that graced her face with each step at the memory of the cause. What she'd discovered in the sleeper of the red Peterbilt - what she'd experienced there - had been better than she could have hoped for in her wildest dreams.
She'd never realized how much she'd craved being possessed as completely as she'd been by Santana. Finn was sweet and he certainly tried to satisfy her when they were together, but despite the orgasms he worked so hard to give her, she had always been left with a feeling of something missing. Until she'd been pressed into Santana's bed, the woman's full breasts pressing into her legs, her massive member - far larger than Finn's modest five inches - stretching her ass until she felt like she'd be torn asunder as she thrust into her so fast and hard she'd thought she might explode from sensation alone, she hadn't been able to put her finger on just why Finn's gentle thoughtfulness hadn't been able to fully sate her.
She cared about him, there was never any doubt that he'd always hold a special place in her heart. If she'd never met Santana Lopez and the intensity of her almost thoughtless, uncaring passion, she could easily have imagined herself marrying Finn and bearing his children as they made their life together. It made sitting down at the desk in her bedroom to write her farewell letters to him and her fathers all the more poignant in the silence of the big house to her passion-craving heart.
She was almost surprised at how few tears slipped down her cheeks as she penned the simple letters of goodbye. The letter to her fathers was almost more painful than the one she would write to Finn. They'd always done so much to ensure she was safe and successful that simply... abandoning them felt almost like betrayal, but she knew that if she didn't take this opportunity - if she didn't chase after it with all her heart - she'd never leave Lima. She'd marry Finn, settle down with two point five children, perhaps obtain a career selling real estate or being teaching at the local high school - as the music or drama teacher obviously - or community center, and never achieve her dreams of traveling or being a star. After meeting Santana, she couldn't do that any longer.
She couldn't set aside her dissatisfaction. Couldn't submit herself to being less than fully sated with life. Couldn't accept less as enough. She needed more. She craved more with a soul deep want that made her body throb with need.
She licked her lips as she wrote about how she was catching the Greyhound bus that would leave just before they woke up in the morning, ensuring they wouldn't be able to catch her phantom self before it began its journey, thinking about what Santana could do to her once they'd left in that big red truck. Her clit throbbed between her pressed together thighs as she wrote about going to New York to achieve her dreams. Pressing her lips together tightly, she could still faintly taste Santana's cock from when it'd stretched her jaws open as she'd taken it all the way down her throat even as she wrote about needing to chase after her dreams and no longer being able to satisfy herself with community center plays and high school solos.
She begged them not to follow her, to trust in her ability to find her own path as they'd taught her. She promised to contact them in a few months to assure them she was safe and healthy, to come home if she couldn't find success. She didn't tell them about Santana or the way she made her so intensely satisfied sexually that her body ached for more after only a few hours of absence from the beautiful woman. She hadn't even realized how much she'd craved the unusual amalgam of man and woman embodied by the trucker as a sexual partner, but she couldn't stop thinking about those perfect breasts or the curve of her hips combined with that thick, amazing member that hung between her thighs or crested proudly over her carefully groomed testicles when aroused.
She did her best to ignore the fleeting pang of guilt at the thought of her fathers' consternation at finding her gone come the morning as she signed the letter with her signature flourish and gold star before sealing it inside an envelope and turning her attention to Finn's letter. In a way, the letter to him was harder than the one for her fathers. There'd always been the expectation that someday her dreams would carry her away from them, but she knew Finn cherished the thought of the two of them being together forever. She'd tried so hard to find her place in that dream, but the older they got the harder it had become to see herself as a the housewife and mother he wanted.
Still he was such a sweet man and so conscientious of her feelings that the thought of breaking his heart caused a few tears to drip upon the page as she wrote about how her feelings for him had waned. She could almost envision the sadness on his expressive features as he read how she was leaving his tender embrace for the bright lights of New York and her destined place on Broadway. She could only hope he would find happiness with someone else, she wrote, her pen pausing for a moment as she realized the ever popular Quinn Fabray would take this as the perfect opportunity to swoop in and snatch her grieving lover for herself.
Just as well, she reassured herself, her grip lessening on the pen. Quinn's classic blond haired American beauty was more suited to Finn's all-American small town values than Rachel's all-encompassing drive to be a star. She was certain the next time she passed through town, she be greeted with a passel of tiny future quarterbacks and head cheerleaders.
Tucking his letter into it's envelope, she realized she could barely remember how it'd felt when he'd made love to her last. It had been good, she was certain. It just wasn't memorable enough to stand in the face of Santana's rough and ready desire. She needed that passion, that intense craving from a lover who could possess her body so thoroughly that she felt like she was falling apart under the steely, unforgiving grip of their hands and the unceasing strength of their thick penis stretching whatever orifice it was penetrating. With Santana, she finally felt sated and yet desiring more all at once after only one encounter. Finn had never understood that about her or about her craving for sexual spontaneity that Santana seemed all too willing to cater to.
Jotting down what numbers she considered important from her phone, she tucked it under her pillow. She'd watched enough mystery shows to know they could find her if she kept it with her and she had no intention of her fathers interrupting her experiences with Santana. Driving to the next town over to retrieve the sum of her monetary holdings under the pretence of making a significant purchase via the private market to avoid the town gossip informing them too early of her intent to leave had been her first step after leaving Santana. Now she tucked the few thousand dollars she'd earned over the last three years of working as a waitress at the diner over the summers into her duffel bag before packing a few changes of clothing in over the top.
She listened intently for the sounds of her fathers making their way to bed. Once silence again settled over the house, the family's good-nights exchanged at the dinner table, she waited another hour to be certain they were asleep before sliding her window open and slipping out into the cool night air. Her keys were a heavy weight in her jacket pocket as she dropped carefully down from the porch's roof to the ground before heading to her car.
She had a plan. Drive to the Greyhound station and ditch her car with the keys locked inside, buy a ticket for the next bus leaving, give it to the first person she saw that bore a near enough resemblance to her, then walk or hitchhike back to town and Santana's truck. Her trail sufficiently muddied, she'd be on her way to an intensely sexually sated adventure that would ultimately culminate in her arrival in New York where she belonged. Putting the car in neutral and rolling out of the drive, she couldn't help a smile at the thrill of the adventure awaiting her as she started her car and drove away from her childhood home.
The sun was barely a glimmer on the horizon when Rachel made it back to where Santana's truck was parked. Her calves burned from walking the last two miles and her duffel bag dragged at her shoulder, but seeing that cherry red Peterbilt still sitting there made it all worth it. Climbing up on the bottom step she tugged on the sleeper's door handle, frowning when she realized it was locked. Hopping back down, she reached into her bag to retrieve a nail file, giving a silent prayer of thanks for her unconventional friendship with Brittany, Quinn's second in command of the Cheerios. The ditzy blonde had a way with locks that she'd cheerfully been willing to teach Rachel in trade for help passing her classes. Among other things.
Grinning as the lock popped open with a soft click, she climbed back up and eased the door open. Slipping inside and closing the door behind her, she set her duffel bag down on the counter and turned to see Santana sprawled out on the bottom bunk, red sheet loosely tangled around her as she slept in nothing but her tank top, the white ribbed fabric rucked up to expose her abdomen. Rachel bit her lip around a smile as she reached under her skirt to pull off her still cum-stained panties from earlier, dropping them on her duffel bag as her eyes raked over Santana's sleeping form. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she tugged off her sweater and bra, tossing them to join her panties as she knelt beside the bed and tugged the sheet aside.
Santana stirred only slightly, her long toned legs shifting restlessly as she threw an arm over her eyes. Rachel swallowed hard as she felt her body responding to the sight of the tanned body laid out before her eager gaze. Her eyes slid down over the wrinkled white wifebeater barely covering the woman's perky breasts with their stiff peaks jutting out behind the stretch of cotton, over the rippled skin of her taut abdominals that made Rachel's mouth water with the urge to lick them, down past the sweet curve of her hip to the lazy flop of her limp member resting against her thigh. A brief scan of her bed found the boxers she'd kicked off at some point in her restless slumber but Rachel decided to take it as a sign from above that what she wanted was right.
She ran a delicate hand up along Santana's inner thigh to caress her soft member with a gentle touch. A tiny smile curled her lips to see how small it was at rest, remembering how big and magnificent it became for her. She licked her lips, glancing up at Santana's face before returning her attention to her cock. Biting her lip around a smile, she gently wrapped her fingers around it before leaning in to give it a tentative lick before glancing up at Santana again with bated breath.
When Santana didn't seem to react, her smile turned mischievous and she lifted her still limp cock until she could lean in and wrap her lips around it. Managing to fit the entire member in her mouth without any effort, she took a deep breath through her nose as she worked her tongue around the slowly responding cock filling her mouth and carefully opened her jaws wider to take Santana's testicles into her hot mouth. She couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her as she suckled on the loose skin, tongue massaging them awkwardly.
The feeling of moist heat surrounding her genitals stirred Santana from her sleep with a soft groan, her hips shifting slightly to press her deeper into Rachel's mouth. Rachel moaned again softly, swallowing the saliva filling her mouth at having her mouth full as she felt Santana hardening inside of her. Santana blinked, frowning with her arm still covering her eyes as Rachel was forced to let her tightening balls slip from her lips as her cock grew, pressing its way deep into her throat as she began a slow bob over Santana's shaft.
"What...?" she muttered with a sleepy groan, pulling her arm away and pushing up slightly to blink down at the dark head moving over her crotch. "...the hell? Rachel?"
Rachel didn't stop suckling at her cock, saliva dripping down the tanned shaft as she worked, full lips stretched wide to take her all in as she bobbed over her Santana's spread thighs, one hand lightly gripping her leg, nails slightly digging in. Santana groaned, reaching down to tangle a hand in Rachel's dark hair to push her down harder, leaning back to enjoy the sight of the teen sucking her off. Rachel responded to the pressure by sucking harder, her pulse racing as her body reacted to the control, sending a warm trickle of desire down her thighs under her skirt.
"Holy fuck, you're a filthy slut," Santana groaned, her eyes closing as she raked her nails over Rachel's scalp. "You weren't fucking kidding about waking me up, were you? Breaking into my goddamn rig cause you couldn't wait to get those dirty lips around my meat again? Fucking hell your mouth feels so fucking good on my cock." Her eyes fluttered open to watch Rachel bobbing up and down along her thick shaft, saliva glistening even in the dim light filtering in through the windshield into the sleeper. "Fuck... that's right. Take my cock, slut. Take it all the way down your tight little throat."
Tiny mewls of excitement leaked out of Rachel as she sucked harder, lightly raking her teeth over Santana's sensitive skin. A deep groan broke from Santana's throat as she pressed her head back into her pillows, spreading her legs wider to buck get one foot off the bed and give her the leverage to buck up into Rachel's mouth. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as she felt her balls tightening up, the crest of orgasm thundering down towards her.
"F-fuck you're such a good cockslut," she gasped, bucking into Rachel's mouth even as she pressed her down harder on her cock. "I'm gonna come so fucking hard down that tight throat. You b-better fucking swallow it all. Every drop," she moaned, her cock twitching in Rachel's mouth. "Or I ain't gonna let you get dressed for a week..."
Rachel's eyes widened, but she couldn't deny the excited flutter at the idea of spending the week nude for Santana's pleasure. She swallowed Santana's cock as it twitched again, pressing her lips firmly against the base of her cock in an intimate kiss as the head nestled down the tightness of her throat. Santana moaned, her abdominals twitching as she came, thick spurts of cum coating Rachel's throat and spilling up into her mouth. She swallowed desperately, but there was just too much and a trickled of white leaked out the corner of her mouth.
Santana groaned as she looked down and saw that. "Fucking hot as hell," she whispered as Rachel pulled off and reached up to wipe it away. "Uh-uh, none of that," she said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a rough kiss, pressing her tongue into Rachel's mouth and moaning at the taste of her cum filling it, her fingers still tight around Rachel's wrist. She pulled away after a moment, meeting Rachel's wide eyes with half-lidded ones. "The fuck you think you're doing breaking in my rig and sucking me off?"
"I p-promised to wake you up?" she whispered as Santana pushed her arm back up behind her back, the thrill of fear increasing her arousal.
Santana pushed up off the bed, pressing Rachel face down into it, keeping her arm up in the armlock so the teen didn't have any leverage as she settled behind her and flipped up her skirt. "Thought I said you were gonna be my cockslut until we got to New York?" she said, giving Rachel's exposed ass a sharp swat and making her cry out. "That means you do what I say, slut." Another swat, the sharp sound of hand meeting ass filling the sleeper. "I say get on your knees and suck me?" Swat. "You do it." Swat. "Bend the fuck over and take it up the ass?" Swat. "You fucking say yes, please." Swat.
Writhing against the bed, Rachel couldn't help but breathe fast as the heat and pain spreading through her ass only served to make her wetter. Her fathers had never spanked her in her life and Finn wouldn't have ever dreamed of raising a hand to her, but Santana had her bent over and was spanking her so hard she wanted to scream, but she bit her lip to hold it in. Her breaths came fast through her nose as she whimpered with each hard slap.
Santana watched as Rachel's paler skin reddened under her hand's assault, feeling her cock hardening again at the sound of the girl's whimpers as the rich musk of her arousal seemed to fill the cab. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she kept up the spanking. "I tell you to go down on some chick I bring back to the truck while I pound her ass? You're gonna do it then fucking kiss me with her cum still on your lips."
Rachel moaned, clearly more aroused than feeling punished. Santana couldn't help her eyes falling down to look at Rachel's red hot ass and the swollen pink folds of her pussy dripping arousal down her slick thighs. She let out a deep groan at the sight, her cock coming to full attention in response. Giving up on spanking the girl, she grabbed her hips and used one foot to kick her knees wider, spreading her open as she pressed on her hips to tilt her pussy higher, letting her line her swollen head dripping with precum up with Rachel's hole.
Letting out a growl, she shifted her hips, slamming her full length into Rachel's tight, wet core in one smooth thrust. Rachel let out a scream muffled by the foam of the bed at the sudden stretching, but despite her hands digging into the sheets, she didn't resist. Santana licked her lips as she reached down to grab a handful of dark hair and drag her head up.
"This is what sluts who break into my cab and take my cock without my permission get," she hissed, bucking her hips hard to smash her head against Rachel's cervix.
The girl squeezed her eyes shut against the jolt of pain, but a slack look of pleasure soon spread over her face. "Take me," she whispered, her voice faint with need. "Please... make me your slut, Santana..."
Santana growled low in her throat as she started a rough pounding, gripping Rachel's hip hard enough to bruise with her free hand as she tugged on her dark hair with each thrust. Rachel's hands fisted in the rumpled red sheets beneath her, moaning in desperate pleasure as she rocked beneath the rough fucking, her eyes barely open and mouth hanging open as she tried to breath through the overwhelming sensations rocketing through her body between the pressure on her abused ass to the thick cock stretching her core wide and rubbing over her secret place inside with each rough thrust.
Her nostrils flared as she looked down at the girl she was fucking. She couldn't believe this willing little girl - barely more than a child - was so open to being split open by her cock or to take her cum down her throat. More than that, she couldn't believe she was lucky enough to have her practically fall into her lap onto her cock or how well she fit her, cupping her cock like a custom fitted glove. It made her moan with want, her jaw dropping as she tried to calm her pounding her heart as sweat drenched her body, soaking through the wifebeater covering her taut breasts even as she pounded that tight pussy that seemed to suck her in deeper with each thrust.
Looking down her body, her eyes were caught by her bouncing breasts and she imagined those lips that had stretched so well around her cock sucking on her tits, drawing a moan of pleasure from her as her balls slapped against Rachel's pussy lips. She imagined having her in the sleeper behind her on the road, spread open and ready for her whenever she wanted. She could see her sitting on the passenger seat, waiting for a command to drop to her knees and take her in her mouth when she got hard from the vibrations of the truck's engine filtering up through her seat or being ready to pull out of the truck to fuck on the roadside if it came to that.
Her mouth went dry as the many scenes of what she could do with someone as pliant and sexually adventurous as Rachel was proving to be on the road with her. Her mind flitted to her itinerary for the next few months, wondering how she could arrange things to keep her as far away from New York as possible for as long as possible so she could keep this little sex kitten as her willing cockslut for as long as possible. She could feel her body tightening up, preparing to blow into the tight pussy gripping her, dimly aware of Rachel writhing beneath her, lost in the grip of orgasmic waves of pleasure.
Barely hanging onto the edge of her orgasm, she jerked on Rachel's hair, getting the girl's attention. "You're mine until New York, right?" she gasped out. "No matter how long it takes, right?"
Rachel nodded weakly, shivering and dripping with sweat as Santana's thick cock pounded her through orgasm after orgasm. "Y-yes... no matter how long..."
Santana couldn't help the grin that covered her face as she let go of Rachel's hair, letting the girl's head fall down against the bed as she gripped her hips again, rocking even harder into her and bending down over her back until her cotton covered breasts brushed against her back. "I'm gon-gonna fuck you so good until then you ain't gonna wanna leave when we get there," she whispered, her teeth clenching as she pressed her forehead against Rachel's shoulder and let go with a choked off groan.
The heavy pulses of cum into her core was too much. Rachel cried out weakly as a final, almost painful orgasm shook her body. Clear fluid spurted from her core, splashing over the edge of the bed and soaking into the sheet hanging limply off the side. After a long moment, Santana pulled out in a rush of fluid, her cock softening.
"On your knees, Rachel," she ordered softly, standing up behind her, reaching out to grip the counter to steady her shaky knees. "Turn around."
Moving with exhausted slowness, the teen pushed herself up on limp arms until she was kneeling beside the bed before slowly shuffling around to face Santana. The trucker smiled as she realized that a kneeling Rachel brought her mouth in perfect alignment with her cock as she stood. Gesturing down at her cum covered cock, she raised a brow.
"Well? What are you waiting for? You made me all dirty," she said, her voice soft as she watched the girl to see what she'd do. "I think you should clean me up."
Rachel's jaw worked as she looked over Santana's limp cock before nodding and shuffling forward. To Santana's surprise, instead of cleaning her off with her hands, those small hands settled on Santana's hips and her mouth moved in instead. Her eyes widened as she watched Rachel's small tongue swiping over her cum-soaked cock, licking it clean of their mixed fluids.
She let out a low groan, sending a brief prayer of thanks up that the two orgasms she'd just experienced would keep her from getting hard again for a while yet. Still, the feeling of Rachel's tongue sliding over her balls and thighs sent a certain thrill through her that made her eyes flutter. "T-that's good," she finally gasped out, certain she'd explode if she couldn't get hard again with Rachel continuing. "That's good, Rachel."
Rachel pulled back, licking the remaining fluids from her lips with a tiny smile. "Did you enjoy your wake up, Santana?" she asked softly, too tired to raise her eyes from Santana's waist.
"Yeah," she whispered, reaching for a pair of briefs to tug up over her cleaned crotch before grabbing her jeans. "Yeah, I did. But next time, ask first before doing shit like that."
"Yes, ma'am," she said softly, taking slow deep breaths to steady herself and not realizing how she was wavering on her knees.
"Hey," she crouched down before her as she got her jeans on, pulling Rachel's head up with on finger crooked under her chin, "how much sleep did you get last night?" she asked, frowning in concern.
Rachel shrugged lazily. "I didn't. I had to drive to the Greyhound station to leave my car and throw my fathers off track of where I'd be going then I walked back."
Santana frowned, reaching out to grip her arms just below her shoulders and standing slowly until they were both on their feet. "That was pretty fucking stupid, you know that?" She gave her a gentle push towards the bed until Rachel half collapsed on the edge. "You're gonna need your rest if you wanna live this kinda life. The road ain't forgiving of people too dumb to get proper sleep."
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, tears pricking at her eyes as she looked down at the cab's floor. She shivered with exhaustion, not caring how her skirt was probably staining from the fluids still trickling out of her.
Santana sighed. "I didn't sign on to be your babysitter," she warned, pushing her back to lay down on the bed before carefully slipping the skirt off of her to leave her nude. "You need to learn to take better care of yourself."
"Please," Rachel whispered, a tired hand sliding down over her swollen core as she whimpered. "Please... no more. I can't... not so soon..."
She snorted. "You think I can get it up again after what you did to me?" she asked softly, shaking her head as she pulled the sheet over her before straightening and grabbing a flannel shirt to button up over her sweaty wifebeater. "Whatever. It's time for us to hit the road. You just sleep and maybe when you wake up you can show me some appreciation for not tossing your dumb ass out on the road right here and sending you home with a spanking for being stupid."
Rachel reached up to grip the top of the sheet, her tired eyes widening in surprise. "I can come? Even... even after...?"
Santana rolled her eyes, pushing the curtain aside that divided the sleeper off from the driver compartment and ducking through. "I promised New York, didn't I? It's gonna take a while before we head for the East Coast, but a promise is a promise," she said, dropping into the driver's seat and grabbing the keys to coax the rig's big engine to life. "Get some sleep, Rach. We got a long road ahead of us."
Rachel couldn't help the little smile that curled her lips as she snuggled into the bed that smelled of Santana's cologne, her eyes falling closed as the truck shuddered to life as Santana threw it into drive, pulling away from the diner, Lima, and Rachel's entire childhood life.
A/N: So, I could stop here or keep going. Never quite sure with this story. As always, feedback is always welcome. :)