Chapter Three
It was nearly eight hours later before Santana pulled into the truck stop outside of Chicago. She groaned as she shut the truck off, rubbing her neck and glancing in the rearview at the girl sleeping curled up in her bed. She almost couldn't believe she'd managed to sleep through four hours of driving, a stopover at a scale lane to get weighed before getting into the city, and then nearly three hours of dealing with a stupid receiver who didn't want to accept the load at the warehouse. But it wasn't long before a pleased smile crossed her lips as she remembered what they'd been doing eight hours ago.
She glanced down at the polished wood tire knocker she'd tossed on the passenger seat after getting back up in the cab after dropping her load. It was classier than the clunky looking plastic things they sold at most stops, but it was also a necessary evil for a small woman trucker in a place as dirty as the Chicago warehouse district. She shook her head at the memory of the few times she'd actually had to use it as a head knocker instead of a way of checking her rig's tires, but a little smile teased at her lips as she thought about a possible new use for the smooth length. After a through cleaning and disinfecting, of course.
She stretched her body, twisting in her seat until she could feel the vertebra in her back crackle and pop into place. The grime of the day weighed heavily on her skin like it did every time she had to stop in Chicago and she couldn't wait to get a shower. Pushing open the door of the cab after a final glance back to see if Rachel was still asleep - and to appreciate the sight of the teen's exposed breasts and stomach where the sheet had been tossed off in her sleep - she hopped out and locked the cab up to keep prowlers out. Heading in to the center, she shoved her hand in her pocket to grab her wallet, happily thinking about cashing in one of the free showers she had on her loyalty card.
Twenty minutes later, she was climbing back into the cab, a plastic bag rustling where it hung from the crook of her elbow. Snorting softly as she ducked past the partially opened curtain into the sleeper, she set her bag on the counter before leaning down with the intention of shaking Rachel's shoulder to wake her up before a better idea came to her. Smirking to herself, she carefully pulled the sheet away from the girl's body, letting her eyes roam over Rachel's nude form with an appreciative hum.
"Payback's a bitch," she murmured as she knelt beside the bed, sliding her fingers idly along Rachel's toned thighs as she carefully teased them open.
Rachel moaned softly in her sleep, but her body remained pliant to Santana's touch. Smirking, the woman ran her palm over the girl's stomach, sliding it slowly up until it glided over a pert breast, the slight calluses on her palm from driving rasping against the softness of her nipple. Santana caught her lip between her teeth as she felt her body starting to respond to what she was doing to the teen's sleep pliant body, but she contented herself with cupping Rachel's breasts in her hands, thumbs idly flicking the nipples into stiff peaks.
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as another moan slipped from the sleeping teen's lips. She couldn't get over how incredibly sexy it was to hear how uninhibitedly vocal Rachel was or watch how quickly she responded to her touch. Rachel whimpered in her sleep as her legs spread wider, the unconscious asking for more making Santana's eyes darken with want.
"I can't even believe how much of a slut you are," she murmured, sliding a hand down to cup her bare mound, moaning softly at the feeling of slick arousal slipping out to coat her fingers. "Shaved smooth and already wet as hell. Good Lord..."
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes fixed on the sleeping girl's face as she parted her pink folds. Rachel shifted in her sleep, but didn't stir as Santana eased a finger deep into her hot, wet channel. Even having been stretched out by the rough pounding she'd given her just that morning, she could still feel the slick heat of her walls rippling tightly against her slim digit, causing a low groan to spill from the woman's lips.
"Fucking hell," she whispered as she started sliding her finger in and out, drawing more arousal from the girl now whimpering wantonly and cupping her own breast in her sleep. "All you need is a little sleep to tighten that dirty snatch of yours up again?" She groaned, reaching down to palm the bulge of her cock through her jeans for a moment before pulling the zipper down and pulling it free from the constraints of her clothes with a moan of relief.
She was sliding a second finger into her core, fluttering them to stretch her wider even as she fisted her cock with rough pumps, when Rachel started waking up. It wasn't an immediate arousal or even a relatively quick one like Santana had experienced that morning. Instead she woke slowly, her back arching up off the bed as she shivered around the fingers curling up into her g-spot, a moan cresting her lips as her breasts jutted towards the top bunk.
Santana couldn't help the moan that broke through her control at the sight. Licking her lips, she leaned forward and caught a breast between her lips, suckling roughly at the peak with more teeth than she might otherwise have employed. Pushing a third finger roughly into Rachel's pussy as the teen's thighs spread wider, she started fucking her hard with her fingers, no longer concerned about waking her up.
For Rachel, it was like waking from a wet dream into an even better reality. She gasped with pleasure, caught between the feeling of her core being pounded almost as wonderfully as it had that morning and the teeth, tongue, and lips pulling intense jolts of pleasure from her breast. A hand came up and tangled in dark hair without thinking, pulling her closer to her breast as her hips began to buck up into Santana's hand.
Letting go of her cock and fumbling at her jeans as she got up off the floor of the cab, trying not to let go of the breast and nipple sucked into her mouth, she pulled her fingers out of her Rachel with a wet sound that dragged a wordless protest from her even as Santana climbed on top, her jeans and briefs awkwardly pushed down around hips. She arched her back awkwardly to keep sucking hard on Rachel's breast as she lined herself up with fingers drenched from fucking the girl and slammed home, moaning around the flesh between her teeth. Rachel cried out as her head bottomed out against her cervix, eyes finally opening wide and nails digging into Santana's scalp as her legs came up to wrap around the woman's bare ass.
Santana growled as she finally let go of Rachel's breast, leaving the peak dark red from the blood her suckling had brought to the surface, coated with saliva, and nearly singing with painful pleasure as the over stimulated nipple came in contact with the cool air of the air conditioned cab. Her hands dug into the sheets on either side of Rachel's head, the girl's shoulders somehow coming to rest on her forearms as she pounded into her, her ass flexing under those toned legs with each rough thrust. Without thinking, her swollen lips came down and captured Rachel's in a possessive kiss, tongue thrusting in to claim her mouth as her cock claimed the begging hole between her thighs.
There was nothing gentle in their joining. It was rough, wet, and sticky with their combined fluids. Santana's shirt rubbed roughly over Rachel's sensitive breasts, bringing even more sensation to the overwhelmed teen as she was fucked even harder than she had been that morning. Panting grunts fell from Santana's throat only to be swallowed by Rachel's mouth. Nails dug into Santana's slim back, saved from angry welts only by the shirts she was still wearing. The cab rocked from the force of the woman's thrusts into her young slut's hole.
It seemed like forever before Santana's thrusts began to grow erratic with her impending orgasm. Rachel had already came twice before she finally froze over her, her cock spurting hot, thick cum deep into Rachel's core. The feeling of being filled with Santana's cum until it seeped out around the thick cock impaling her made her come again even harder than before, screaming into Santana's mouth as the woman pressed a hard kiss to her lips.
Despite how long it seemed that they laid there without moving after coming down from their highs, when Santana raised her head to look at the digital display on the microwave, she ended up snorting. "Twenty minutes? Seriously?"
Rachel laughed breathlessly under her, laying her hands flat against her cotton covered stomach and pushing gently until Santana rolled to the side, sliding out of her in a rush of cum. "Now that was a wake up," she murmured, a pleased smile covering her face even as a blush spread from her face down to her chest.
Santana propped herself up on her elbow beside her with a smirk, not bothering to put herself away as she drew a possessive hand over Rachel's body from her red tipped breasts down to her swollen core. "That sort of thing happens when my slut insists on sleeping naked all day," she said with a soft chuckle as she idly pressed a finger into her sensitive core, making her moan. "I guess I'm going to have to fuck you to sleep tonight if I want to get any rest."
Rachel's hands tightened in the sheets as she looked down her body at where Santana was idly fingering her, but she couldn't help the smile at the thrill the woman's words brought her. "You think you're up to that sort of activity?" she teased gently, freeing a trembling hand to give the woman's cock a gentle squeeze. "Don't old ladies have a strict bedtime?"
Santana cocked a brow at her. "Really? You're giving me shit about being older than you? Cocky little brat," she muttered, flicking her thumb over Rachel's clit until she cried out before pulling out, leaving the girl still trembling with want as she tucked herself away. "And to think I got us a shower in another twenty minutes if you can manage to put some clothes on your slutty little body."
"I'll have you know, I can get dressed in the tiniest of dressing rooms," Rachel insisted, trying to deny the shiver that ran through her body as Santana pulled her fingers out. Her whole body felt like it was singing like a string pulled too taut, but she slid across the bed to put her feet on the floor and make her shaky way to her bag, pulling out undergarments and a skirt and sweater combo before she heard Santana make an annoying buzzing noise behind her.
"Nope. You're not wearing some fugly ass animal sweater," she said, getting up and reaching up to the top bunk to grab a faded black t-shirt with a worn out screenprint on the front. "Wear that."
Rachel held up the t-shirt, frowning at the screenprint in confusion. "...I like big trucks and I cannot lie?"
Santana grinned at her, showing off even, white teeth. "Is it lying?" she asked, leaning back against the bunks.
"I suppose not." A blush colored the teen's cheeks as she pulled on her underthings before wiggling into the surprisingly tightly fitted t-shirt and her skirt. She ran her hands down the faded cotton, smoothing it out over her stomach and bringing the still hard peaks of her nipples into sharp relief for a moment.
She looked her over for a long moment before nodding at the plastic bag sitting forgotten on the counter. "There's a pair of shower shoes and a towel in there for you," she said, opening a cabinet to grab her own bag of shower supplies. "You seriously don't want to go barefoot, so you're gonna wear 'em whether you like it or not." Pushing the door of the sleeper open, she climbed down before reaching up for Rachel. "Well? Come on. Hot water ain't gonna wait forever."
To her credit, Rachel only hesitated a moment before jumping out of the sleeper into Santana's arms, the woman catching her with a grunt as she spun to kill the momentum and set her on the ground. "Totally not what I meant," she mumbled as she closed the truck up, causing Rachel to laugh as they headed into the truck stop.
Santana laughed as she turned around to see the look of surprise on Rachel's face as she stood in the middle of the cream and tan tiled shower room. "Expecting something else?" she asked, a teasing smile on her face as she set her bag and change of clothes on the counter.
Rachel turned around with wide eyes. "It's surprisingly..."
"Clean?" she asked, pulling her shirt off over her head before stretching her back out.
A blush covered her cheeks. "P-perhaps," she murmured, catching a glimpse of a full length mirror on the wall. "I've never been allowed into truck stops before."
Santana rolled her eyes, smiling as she pushed her back against the wall and leaning into her. "Bet there's a lot of things you ain't never been allowed to do that you've done in the last few days," she husked, smirking at the blush the spread over Rachel's cheeks as her eyes fixed on the swells of Santana's breasts.
"M-maybe," she admitted, biting her lip. Everything about the woman pressing her up against the wall was forbidden back in Lima. Talking to strangers, getting rides with them...
Kissing them.
Fucking them.
It was all forbidden, but the trucker with her unusual endowment simply made Rachel feel alive in a way nothing but applause had before. She didn't know if it was her sexual prowess or her commanding nature or simply the sheer animal magnetism that had drawn her to her in the first place. Whatever it was, all she knew was she wanted more of it. As much as she could possibly get.
Santana smirked at her as she slid down to her denim covered knees, sliding her hands down over Rachel's skirt covered hips before slipping them up under the plaid ruffles to slip her fingers into her panties and tug them down over her legs. "Wanna try something else I bet you've never done?" she asked, the mischievous twinkle back in her eyes.
Rachel swallowed hard as she looked down her body at the woman kneeling in front of her. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten suddenly dry lips as she nodded, her pulse thundering in her ears. "I... I'm always open to new e-experiences, Santana," she finally managed to whisper.
"I just bet you are." Santana let out a dark little chuckle as she pushed the front of Rachel's skirt up, exposing her clean shaven mound to the harsh fluorescent lights of the shower room. "Hold this up," she murmured, pressing one of Rachel's hands to the front of her skirt so she could have her hands free, "and spread your legs so I can see properly."
Her nostrils flared as she carefully placed her feet first shoulder-length apart, then wider as Santana nudged her, letting her lower lips spread until the first hint of the glossy, deep pink inner folds could be seen, still glistening with arousal and small pearls of Santana's cum from their encounter just a few minutes earlier. Santana groaned softly, taking in a deep breath of Rachel's musk before pressing her thumbs along the edges of Rachel's outer lips, drawing her open. There was little she loved more than the sight of a woman's core on display for her as Rachel was doing, and the way her cock twitched with renewed enthusiasm in her jeans was only one sign of her appreciation.
"Bet that quarterback boyfriend I heard so much about never did anything for you like this," Santana teased darkly before leaning in and drawing her tongue up along Rachel's inner thigh, making the girl shiver almost violently. "No screaming," she warned, pulling back far enough to look up at Rachel. "Seriously. None. I don't want any would be heroes breaking in here to beat my ass up for raping you."
"I won't," Rachel gasped out, reaching out to grip the edge of the sink as she watched Santana with wide eyes. "I promise..."
"Good."
She leaned in again, this time nipping her way up the inside of her leg, teeth grazing delicately along the sensitive skin in a way that made Rachel's body shiver. She plied the teen's body with gentle nips and caresses of her lips and tongue without touching her core with anything more than faint brushes of hot breath over her folds. Thanks to the earlier stimulation she'd received before they even got into the shower room, it only took a few minutes until arousal was dripping from her swollen core and her knees were shaking as she tried to keep herself upright against the wall and not slide down onto the tiled floor in a boneless heap of desire.
Santana smirked as she leaned in, finally drawing just the tip of her tongue lightly through Rachel's folds, collecting the delicious essence of her young slut. Pulling it into her mouth, she savored the tangy, not-quite-sweetness the coated her tongue with an appreciative little moan. Rolling her eyes to look up at where the girl was standing with her back and head pressed against the wall to try and keep herself upright as her legs visibly shook with the effort to stay standing, she decided to take pity on her.
Reaching behind one thigh, she lifted it up onto her shoulder, at once giving her a better angle and opening the girl wider for her. Before Rachel could react, she pinned her hips to the wall with her hands and leaned in to drag her tongue through her drenched folds in a long stroke from her entrance up to her sensitive clit, making her yelp softly in startled surprise. The surprised cry didn't make Santana stop as she wrapped her lips around Rachel's clit, sucking on it with almost as much abandon as she had her breast before releasing it to lightly drag her teeth over it as she moved lower.
She rolled her eyes up hard to watch the girl as best she could as she plunged her tongue into her core, swirling it around the tender lip of her entrance. Rachel moaned above her, her leg curling to press her heel into Santana's back, head pressed hard back into the wall as she arched into the woman's mouth. She smirked into her core as she felt a hand tangle in her hair as she tongue fucked her, growling deep in her throat as she tasted her own cum flowing out of the teen's tight cunt into her mouth.
Santana loved eating women out. The taste, smell - most of the time - and even the texture of their inner folds was some of the most hands-down delicious experiences of her life. But none of them compared to this teenaged girl writhing on her tongue in a truck stop shower room for sheer enjoyableness. Rachel somehow managed to keep herself from screaming, but that didn't mean she was quiet by any stretch of the word. Whimpers, moans, the occasional groan that sent a jolt straight to Santana's cock, all of that and sounds that the woman didn't even know how to describe fell from the girl's lips as her arousal soaked Santana's lips and jaw.
The desperate sounding strangled cry and the hard clench of muscles around her tongue as she fell over into her climax was exactly what Santana wanted. She pulled her tongue from Rachel's pulsing channel to lap at her core with slow strokes, lazily cleaning the fluids dripping from the girl before standing and pressing a cum-soaked kiss to her lips, thrusting a tongue into her mouth to swirl Rachel's own taste along her tongue. After a long moment, she pulled back with a smug little smirk.
"So? Your little quarterback boytoy ever do that for you?" she asked, a brow raised expectantly. Rachel could only shake her head with a dazed expression, making Santana laugh. "Alright then. Strip. We've got to get our shower on before our time runs out," she added, shoving her jeans and briefs down off her hips to let her once again erect cock spring free before reaching in to yank the water on and getting in.
"You're not honestly thinking I'm going to ignore that are you?" Rachel muttered, shimmying out of the rest of her clothing, her head still buzzing from her climax as she followed her into the shower. Stepping up behind Santana, she wrapped her arms around her from behind and gripped the proud jut of her cock with her tiny hands, pressing her cheek against Santana's back.
Santana reached down to grip her wrist and pull her around to face her. "Uh-uh, little girl," she rasped out, water streaming over her body. "You want my cock, you beg."
Rachel looked up at her with a raised brow before taking a deep breath, turning around, and bending over to present her ass. Reaching back to hold her ass cheeks apart, she put her tightly puckered anus on display as the water ran over her back and between her parted cheeks. Glancing back over her shoulder with her best coy look, she batted her eyes. "This little slut's nasty ass is so, so lonely after all of the attention you've given her dirty, dirty sluthole, Mistress," she murmured, making Santana shiver despite the hot water running over them. "It's so, so tight it hurts this little slut. Please fuck it loose again with your big, hard penis, Mistress? Please? This little slut will do anything to have your big, thick penis stretching her tight anus until it gapes."
Santana groaned, reaching out to grip Rachel's hips, the water flowing over her cock washing away her precum. "F-fuck," she muttered, rolling her hips to press her cockhead against Rachel's puckered anus. "I don't know where the hell you got that little fucked up speech, but if you really want me to rip your ass open, don't even think for a second I won't." Her nostrils flared as she dug her fingers into Rachel's hips hard, pressing her cock hard enough against her tight hold the tip of the head began to sink into the clenched ring of muscle. "You know you ain't gonna get any lube like this, right?" she panted, trying to restrain herself. "Water washes it all away. It's gonna hurt."
Rachel shrugged, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself in the position. "Want it," she panted, trying to push back onto the cock pressed just barely into her ass.
Santana swallowed hard. "God, you're a filthy slut," she whispered breathlessly, shaking her head as she dug her nails into Rachel's hips to get a firm grip on her wet skin as she began to slowly force the ring of muscle open with her cock.
Rachel let out a barely muffled cry as her body protested the stretch. She bit her lip hard, eyes watering as she shifted to spread her feet wider in an attempt to make the overwhelming sensation of the cock slowly filling her more bearable. It wasn't like the first time when Santana took the time to stretch her wide like she'd thought it'd be and by the time Santana's head finally popped past the tight ring of her anus, she could taste blood from her lip and tears were leaking from her squeezed shut eyes.
"Relax," Santana murmured, holding still to let Rachel adjust, rubbing the girl's lower back. "I need you to push against me, babe. Try to shove me out. Push, Rach."
She whimpered but did as she was told, forcing herself to push against the overwhelmingly full sensation in her ass. As she pushed, the muscles of her ass loosened their grip on Santana's cock, letting her sink in deeper. Another push, another inch deeper. Rachel's mouth gaped open against the sensations rushing through her as she breathed desperately though her nose, eyes clenched shut until she finally felt Santana's hips and testicles nestle up against her aching ass.
"Is that it?" she asked with a whimper.
"Soon," Santana reassured her, reaching for her washcloth and bottle of soap. Staying buried balls deep in Rachel's ass, the smaller girl taking deep breaths through her nose, she lathered up the cloth, beginning to run the soapy cloth over the girl's back and sides.
"W-what are you doing?" Rachel whimpered, starting to pull away, only for Santana to grab her hips and keep her from pulling off her cock.
"Don't move," she growled, pulling the teen up against her chest, the girl going up on her toes to stay on Santana's cock as she began to soap up Rachel's breasts and stomach. "You're my slut, remember? You promised anything I wanted as long as I take you to New York. You wanted my dick up your ass without lube, now you're gonna stay on it until I'm ready to fuck you."
Rachel whimpered, trembling as her body slowly adapted to having Santana's cock buried deep in her ass as she was bathed by the woman's strong hands. Santana's fingers tweaking her nipples through the lather covering them made her moan distractedly, her vision blurred as her eyes lost focus as she tried to process everything she was feeling as Santana scrubbed lower. The washcloth fell to the ground with a wet plop as her fingers delved between Rachel's thighs, her free arm wrapping just under the teen's breasts to hold her up.
"Next time I tell you something will hurt," she ground out, working her fingers into her channel, groaning as she felt the swell of her cock in her ass through the teen's walls, "fucking listen to me." She pumped her fingers in and out of her roughly. "I know a damn lot more about what will fucking hurt and what won't than you do, little girl. Do you fucking understand me?"
Rachel sobbed, caught between too much pain and too much pleasure. "Y-yes, ma'am," she whimpered, tears trickling down her face. "I'm s-sorry."
"Don't be sorry," she said, letting her down and guiding her to bend over, slowly pulling out of the tight clench of her ass and pushing in again with a soft grunt of effort. "Just stop being stupid. You're fucking lucky you hooked up with me and not some asshole who'd fuck you raw and toss you out on the road to find your way as a lot lizard."
Rachel moaned, pain moving to pleasure as her body finally stretched enough to take Santana as the woman slowly sped up. She bent over the girl's back, her cock sliding in and out of her ass as almost as easily as it had fully lubed, her fingers pumping roughly in and out of her cunt and brushing her cock through her walls with each thrust. Rachel gasped out breathless little mewls, eyes glazed over as she rode the crest of the sensations thundering over her under the hot water of the shower.
Santana came hard, flooding Rachel's ass with cum that leaked out around the thick cock still filling her ass. The teen came soon after, all but collapsing in Santana's arms as the woman's member finally began to soften and slide from her abused hole. She sobbed breathlessly as Santana eased down to her knees behind her.
"Don't be stupid anymore," Santana whispered before gently kissing the bruises her fingers left on the girl's hips. "I don't like teaching lessons like this. Think before you push me, dammit."
Rachel nodded, crying softly as she reached out a hand to hold herself up. "I'm s-sorry," she whispered, her ass aching.
Santana sighed, gripping her hips with gentler hands as she leaned in to lathe the girl's ass with her tongue, edging closer and closer until her lips pressed against the abused anus. This wasn't her favorite thing. It edged on her least favorite in fact, but as Rachel's tears slowed to a stop, she knew she'd made the right decision as she lapped up the cum leaking from her abused hole. A decision the person who'd taught her the same lesson had refused to make. Once she finally stopped crying altogether, she pressed a final kiss to the edge of her still gaping hole and stood, pulling her into her arms.
"No more crying. I don't like it," she muttered against Rachel's hair. "We're on the road now. Not in Lima. Grow up." Despite her words, she held on to the girl for another long moment before letting go. "Shampoo's there. I need to get clean now."
Rachel nodded, shivering and feeling weak despite the tenderness the woman had shown her for no explicable reason. "Yes, ma'am."
"We'll get some dinner next," she promised, turning her back to the confused teen and beginning to soap up.
A/N: Thoughts?
A/N the Second: Hi, ya'll! I would love for some ideas of what you'd like to see our two intrepid heroines getting up to during their crosscountry road trip, so let me know! One caveat though: Santana is not going to do or allow to be done anything that will either A) endanger their lives or B) endanger her truck. That means, no, sorry, but Rachel will never be riding Santana while she's driving. While parked, maybe, but never ever while driving. It's stupid to the point of suicidal to do things like that and Santana is far from stupid or suicidal. Road head is bad enough, trust me.