Coast-to-Coast

[chanaud]

Tracy

Ziiiiipppppppppppp

Cool air hit her burning flesh, waking her every senses. It was soon replaced by Art’s heavy hands.

“Yessss..” She hissed. His hand found its way between her legs, and was greeted by sheer wetness. Her own hand found his zipper, and with one deft movement, his cock sprung forward.

“Oh my!” Tracy exclaimed. “Is that all for me?”

“Think you can handle all of it?”

“Is that a dare?”

Five long fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed gently. Their kisses became more fierce, their tongues lashed out lewdly. Hands were everywhere, fondling, squeezing, pinching, stroking. The truck was growing hotter. Tracy was at a point of falling into a sexual abyss.

“I want you to…..” she stated, her hand was pulling, tugging, squeezing his cock. “I want you to fuck me.” She whispered harshly.

“Yesssssssssss….” Art leaned Tracy backwards. Her legs were spread eagle, her labia was puffy and wet with desire. Art watched in fascination as she spread her pussy with her fingers, displaying the prettiest of pink.

Holding his engorged cock, Art entered into her and groaned all the way until Tracy was completely filled.

“See I told you I can handle all of it.” Tracy said between their kisses.

“Yes, I feel it. But can you handle this?” Art asked, his hips were grinding into hers..

“Oh my god, yessssssssss!” Her lean legs wrapped around his hips as she moved with him.

“What… about…. this?” Sweat was forming on his forehead as he pulled all the way out, then thrust deep inside her. And again. And again.

The truck was rocking and rolling with them. Somewhere above them, thunder clapped. The back doors flung open. Then slammed shut. Open. Shut. The windshied wipers were squeaking across the windshield. Bruno’s paws were over his head, as he whined. But the lovers took no notice.

“That and more!” Tracy dared, her nipples were drilling into his chest. She was losing it. She was in sheer ecstasy. Her body had taken over. It was boiling, churning, craving for release.

“I’m….. go…ing….. to….cuuuu”

Crash!

The sound startled the lovers. It sounded like something fell on top of the truck.

“What was that?” Tracy asked.

“I don’t know. I suppose we better check it out.” He answered with his cock still inside her.

 

[Beach Boy]

"What was that?"

"I don't know. I suppose we'd better check it out." Art said. "But first..."

Art gazed down at Tracy's breast, her hard erect nipples, and the glow in her eyes.

"But first.. umm... mmm... " Tracy moaned.

Tracy's eyes rolled back in her head and her body began quivering as Art was overcome by a burning sensation that originated in his penis and seemed to spread through his body... then exploded climatically!

As consiousness left him Arts only awareness was of his cheek was on Tracy's, his chest against her wonderful breasts, and their hearts beating together... as one.



Slowly they awoke. They were still in each others arms and Art realized that he was still inside of Tracy... And still rock hard inside her amazingly tight and wet pussy.

"Mmmmm.." Tracy opened her eyes slowly and rubbed her cheek against Arts. "That felt heavenly."

Art cuddled her close. "Incredible.."

Clunk!

"Grrrrr.."

"Was that the trailer door?" Art gasped looking up.

"I think so. " Tracy nodded.

"O- kay.." Art sighed with a touch of reluctance in his voice. "I guess we should go check on it..."

Art reluctantly pulled out of Tracy's pussy and sat up patiently waiting for his hard-on to diminish so that he could get dressed. Tracy reached over and wrapped her hand around his huge engorged member and began stroking.

"You know you're not helping." Art grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry." Tracy took her hand off of Arts penis and sat up on the edge of the bed "I couldn't resist.."

Art just smiled and began getting dressed as Tracy watched while fingering her pussy.

"I might as well get dressed too." Tracy smirked.

Art pulled her duffle bag down off of the top bunk and Tracy found some sweats and put them on. She pulled the partition open and was met by a tail wagging bundle of energy.

"Bruno!" Tracy laughed. "You beast. You wanna go outside?"

Art openned the sleepers side door and they stepped out.

The air was crisp and cool, the sky clear, and the desert quiet except for the soft rustle of small animals and a large rattle snake basking in the sun that serpentined off and under some mesquite when Bruno barked at it.

Art and Tracy petted Bruno then cuddled and petted each other before headed to the back of the trailer.

"Look at that, the door's open." Art said cuddling Tracy and kissing her softly on the cheek. Tracy kissed him back.

"But it looks like it's all there." Tracy said slipping a hand in her pants and rubbing herself as they cuddled.

"There's a Flying-J just down the freeway. "What do you say we go and get some breakfast and a shower and check things out there."

"Sounds like a plan!" Tracy smiled.

Their lips met and they kissed intimately.

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

“Save yourself from eternal damnation in hell!”

A man wearing a white robe shook a fist at every passerby. He was holding a bible in one head and shaking a crucifix in another. Tracy and Art walked hand in hand, giggling, ignoring the rants of the religious lunatic.

“Repent right now! Release yourself from the devil, Lucifer himself.”

As they inched closer, he grew louder. There wasn’t a chance to ignore him. He hovered at the door of the diner. Once upon him, he slammed the bible shut. Tracy and Al saw him just as he rose his head.

Tracy screamed and jumped back, taking Art with her. A clear blue oversized eye stared at them. It seemed to have a life of its own. And it signaled them out.

“Save me! Save me from the work of the devil,” he shouted directly at them.

“Git! Git out of here, you raving lunatic before I calls the cops.” A man wearing a white apron covered in grease and red sauce was waving a knife at the preacher.

Cowering, the preacher ran across the parking lot still ranting and shouting at anyone who dared to glance at him.

“Thank you,” Art said to the cook. “What a nutcase.”

“He’s here often, but I’ve never seen him go off at anyone like that. Somehow you guys startled him.” The cook eyed the couple suspiciously.

Tracy shrugged, and lead Art to an empty booth.

 

[Beach Boy]

Art

Art caught a couple suspicious and disapproving looks as Tracy led the way to an empty booth. It was just a small town, and the diner, though just across from the truckstop appeared to be a favorite of local farmers and townsfolk with a few odd truckdrivers seated at the counter.

"Do you think he was talking to us?" Art asked. Tracy shrugged her shoulders and made a silly grimace.

A man seated with an important looking group in the center of the room spun and flashed them a grin. "I see you've met our local evangelist!".

"He's kind of a nutcase." Art laughed and received a dirty look from a fat little man with a ruddy complection who was just leaving.

The stranger nodded, and Art felt a sudden pang of jealousy when he noticed Tracy checking him out. He was dressed casually in a blue plaid shirt with blue jeans and his jet black hair was well groomed and neat.

"Brother Gerald is a ga-ud m-man.." The short fat little mans voice shook.

"That he is!" The stranger agreed nodding reassurance to the pained little man. "He means well."

The little man turned suddenly to Art and blurted out "Is she your wife?"

"What..?" Art didn't know how to respond and suddenly felt a little awkward and embarrassed..

"No, we're not married." Tracy shook her head.

The cook poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Oh..." The little man replied simply, turned and walked fast in the direction of the cash register.

"Donnie..Donnie.." The stranger shook his head and laughed good naturedly. "Brother Gerald and his followers are some of the more colorful characters here in town. They call themselves "The men of god". But don't worry, they're harmless and they mean well."

"However.." A distinguished looking man with a short beard seated next to the stranger joined in. "You might want to be a little careful around them just the same." He had a much more serious look on his face.

"Oh.. by the way, I'm Bruce Randall and I'm a minister here in town!" The stranger extended his hand warmly. Then he went around the table with introductions. "And this is Glen Stevens, he's one of the finest sociology professors at U of A." The bearded man nodded and smiled. "And this is Marcus Redwing. He's an attorney here in town. If you ever have a run in with the law... he's the one you want to see first!" The young slim blond haired man smiled and gave them the thumbs up. "And this is Nat Smith. He's a local architect and and has won awards for his preservation efforts around town." Nat nodded pridefully.

Art introduced himself and Tracy, and noticed that the earlier suspicious looks around the restaurant were now replaced with nods of approval and comforting looks of reassurance. They talked about the weather and a little about the area and Bruce invited them to come to his service on Sunday if they were in the area.

The food was excellent and Art and Tracy left big tips before heading back to the truckstop to get fuel.

"I'm going to go use the lady's room but you can get us a shower if you'd like" Tracy winked at Art.

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

The ladies room was in despair. There was no toilet paper, and the seat was barely hanging with one loose screw. Tracy gagged, then ran from the ladies room to the showers.

Art looked up in surprise. “I brought your bag of toiletries.” He said, nodding to the flowery bag. He grabbed her into a hug and started kissing her.

“Thanks babe. Scoot over, I’ve gotta pee like a racehorse.”

“Didn’t you go already?” He asked, locking her in a bear hug.

“The bathroom was a mess, and besides there was no toilet paper.” She answered, bouncing from one leg to another.

“Come on, let me go. I really, really have to pee.” Tracy tried to untie herself from his arms. “Let me gooooo.” She pleaded. “I’ve got to pee.”

Her eyes were watering. Art laughed and continued to hold her.

“Art! I’m not joking! Do you want me to pee in my pants?”

Mmmmm.. he managed as he kissed her hard, his arms hugged her tightly.

There was no room to move, or to even bounce her bladder in place. The desire to pee was painful. Then Art fumbled with her zipper and pulled her jeans down. The cool air hit her. And she lost control.

“Aahhhhhhhhhh..”

A waterfall fell to the floor, splashing them as her bladder broke.

 

[Beach Boy]

Art

Art watched with strange perverse pleasure. He had never seen a girl just squat and pee on the floor. At least not right in front of him! She was loudly creating a huge spreading puddle.

"Oops.." Tracy said looking at the puddle then over at the toilet just feet away. She stood up and kicked off her half soaked pants.

Zzziippppppp

Tracy smirked devilishly at Art and went down on her knees. Art eagerly entered her doggy style. "Mmmmm.." Tracy was very tight but also very wet and Art slid right in. They were lost in the moment, aware only of the passionate connection they were sharing....

"Wow..." Art lay on the floor breathing heavily. Tracy smiled at Art and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"How about that shower!"

Tracy got up and tossed a towel down on the wet spot on the floor and tugged at Arts hand. They took a very intimate shower together washing each other rather than themselves. Then they dried each other and got dressed.

"Well I suppose we'd better get those vegetables up to Phoenix.." Art sighed.

They headed out to the truck and Tracy took the wheel.

 

[chanaud]

Tracy



Bruno had missed them! He jumped on her lap, gave her a sloppy kiss, then jumped on Art’s, gave him a sloppier kiss, than danced in a circle.

“Down boy, down.” Tracy ordered, laughing at his ridicolous circus act. “Ready to go bye bye?” Tracy asked as she settled in behind the wheel, and clicked on her seatbelt. Bruno wagged his tail and barked loudly. He was so happy to have company again, he was ready for anything.

The road was smooth. Once again, Tracy eased the big wheeler onto the highway with confidence. A long comfortable silence fell between them. She would glance towards Art, and their eyes would meet. They smiled as if they were harboring a deep secret. After sever times, Bruno were tired and settled on his bed and started snoring away. When he released a loud snort, Art and Tracy laughed aloud.

“Sleepy?” Tracy asked, watching Art's eyes droop sleepily.

“Yeah. You wore me out.” Art answered.

“Pfftttt…from just that? How will you be after pulling an all nighter with me? And I don’t mean driving!” She winked, grinning mischievously.

“I will be even more tired. But it’s something I’m willing to sacrifice. I know!” Art snapped his eyes were large and round as big saucers. “I”ll be your boy toy, while you drive.”

Laughing, she answered. “Sure make me do all the work!”

A growl spoiled their little tête-à-tête. Looking back, they saw that Bruno was awake and growling angrily at the divider from the cab to the storage bed.

“What’s up, Bruno?” Art asked. “Feeling left out?”

Ignoring him, Bruno stood up on all fours, and growled furiously. The hairs on his back were standing straight up indicating a sign of fear.

“Stop it, Bruno. There’s nothing back there. I don’t know what’s wrong with him sometimes. I swear he sees ghosts,” Tracy scolded.

“I think he’s mad. He sees something,” Art rose from his seat and walked back to the cab and looked around. Whining, Bruno stared at the divider to the storage area. “Pull over, Trace. I think we need to check it out.”

“It’s nothing. Bruno’s just a dumb mutt..”

“I hear something moving. Pull over Trace.” Art repeated.

The concern in Art’s voice convinced Tracy to pull over immediately. Before the truck came to a halt, Art jumped out with Bruno leading the way. As soon as he lifted the back tail, Bruno jumped up. He started sniffing around until he found a dark recess of a corner, jumped up and started barking furiously.

“Get him off me!” A strange voice cried out.

 

[Beach Boy]

Art

Art grabbed a short scrap of two-by-four off of the ground and grasped it tightly in readiness. From behind a pallet of fruit a figure emerged.

"Pastor Bruce Randall?" Tracy gasped.

"Bruce..? What are you doing in there?" Art frowned.

"That's a very good question... What am I doing in here? HOW DID I GET HERE!!" Bruce yelled angrily. But Art caught a fleeting glimpse of a smirk cross Bruce's face.

"The last thing I remember is that I was going to warn you about Brother Gerald. You know the crazy truckstop evangelist!"

Art nodded.

"Brother Gerald came back by the restaurant looking for you. He claimed that you had something of his. Something that was to be delivered to him."

Art looked at Tracy and took a deep breath. "Do you think Brother Gerald, is perhaps a... uh.. a.. satanist?"

"I don't know.." Pastor Bruce shook his head. "You'd think so if you saw the big black hearse that he drives around in.. but no... I don't think he would really be capable of it.."

"Just a nutjob?"

Bruce shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, we don't have anything in the truck other than fruit." Tracy said tensely.

"I guess we could give you a ride back to the truckstop if you're interested." Art offered. Tracy flashed him a dirty look and subtly shook her head.

"No thanks." Bruce said pulling out a cell phone. He made a quick phone call then explained to Art that Glen Stevens was on his way to pick him up.

Tracy started towards the front of the truck and waved Art over.

"I don't trust him." Tracy whispered. "Do you see how much he scares Bruno?" Bruno had stopped barking and growling but his hair was still standing up on his back. "And what was he doing in the trailer?"

"What's up?" Bruce walked around from behind the trailer. The talisman on the back of the tractor caught his eye and he walked over and studied it intently.

"What is that?" Bruce asked. "What the hell is that!"

"Oh I don't know.." Art muttered.

"Yeah you do!" Bruce raised his voice. "You've been hanging out with that nut Teresa. She thinks she's some sort of shaman or something.. You know she's completely crazy. Her sister Lora's okay.. But Teresa's been in and out of mental institutions."

"Come on Art. Let's go." Tracy tugged at his arm.

"Tracy's driving?!" Bruce asked incredulously.

"Yes.. Women can drive trucks too!"

Art noticed a hurt look in her eye.

"O-kay.. whatever"

"Goodbye." Tracy said angrily.

"Maybe I should drive." Art followed Tracy into the truck.

"Fucking chauvanist!"

"Grrrrrrr.." The hair stood up on Bruno's back.

"I'm driving!" Tracy announced stiffly. She was shaking when she started the truck up and she accidentally put the stick into fifth gear instead of first and the truck jerked and stalled out.

Pastor Bruce stepped in front of the truck and held out his hand.

"No Tracy!!"

Tears were streaking down Tracy's cheeks. "Fucking bastard!!"

The truck lurched forward. Pastor Bruce tried to dodge to the left but it was too late. Art saw him disappear under the hood of the truck, felt the truck bounce as the steering tires passed over him and then stall momentarily as his body became caught under the drive tires. Then the truck gained traction and lunged forward again.

"Fucking shit. Fucking dumbshit chauvanist.." Tracy stopped the truck and began sobbing.

"My god Tracy... Do you realize what you just did!" Art managed horsely. It couldn't be real. This had to be a bad dream! "I've gotta wake up." Art said as he willed himself out of the truck. Tracy was still inside leaning on the steering wheel sobbing, her face in her hands.

A gruesome sight met Art outside the truck. The bloody remains of Bruce's body were underneath the rear tires of the trailer but the head, which apparently had been torn off, was missing. Art followed the trail of blood to the front of the truck where he found Bruce's head wedged between the drive tires.

"I-i-s ha-h-ee o-kay." Tracy's voice shook. She looked to be in shock.

"No.." Art said "I've gotta wake up."

"D-don't y-you s-see.. I-it's a t-trick.. h-he's r-really the d-devil!"

"Tracy you killed him. You actually killed him!" Art gave Tracy an intense look. He couldn't believe that Bruce's teasing had elicited such a strong reaction. "We've gotta get outta here! Help me!" Art grabbed a stick off of the ground and began trying to pry the head out from between the drive tires. Tracy lent a hand and together they worked the head free. Then Art pulled the truck forward off the body.

A brown Mercedes Benz approached just as they were finishing stuffing the remains in the back of the trailer. Art looked at himself and then Tracy. They were both covered in blood.

"Go go gooo!" Art yelled. He caught a confused and horrified look on the face of Professor Glen Stevens as he pulled up. They just stood there looking at him stupidly for a couple seconds then madly sprinted for the tractor.

Art fumbled with the ignition then stuck the truck into gear and took off. He looked at Tracy but didn't say anything. Bruno remained in the sleeper and growled from time to time.

"Oh no.." Tracy half whispered. "He's following us!"

Sure enough there was Professor Stevens right behind the truck swerving a little as he talked on his cell phone.

"Oh my god.." Art groaned "I'll bet he's calling the police.."

"Art you've gotta lose him!" Tracy said firmly.

Art shoved the pedal to the floor and accelerated up to ninty miles an hour but Professor Stevens was having no trouble keeping up.

"Shiiiit.." Art shook his head and slowed down. He watched the Mercedes with resignation.

Then suddenly, as if out of nowhere, it appeared. The black hearse from hell.

"Brother Gerald." Tracy whispered watching the mirror intently.

The hearse flew past the Mercedes and forced it's way in between the Mercedes and the big truck.

Professor Stevens tried to pass but the hearse moved over and blocked him off. Professor Stevens tried to force his way around and dust from the shoulder and smoke flew up as the two cars hit together and skidded wildly off the road. Art accelerated back up to ninety and the cars disappeared out of sight.

"Take that dirt road before he catches back up again!" Tracy yelled frantically.

The truck bounced off of the freeway and down across the desert floor leaving a duststorm in it's wake. Finally several miles from the freeway Art brought the truck to a stop.

Art looked at Tracy and took a deep breath. "Trace are you ready to go bury the body?"

Tracy nodded tearfully.

Art slowly climbed out of the truck first and Tracy reluctantly followed. Bruno just remained in the truck whining.

"Here goes nothing.." Art opened the trailer door. Tracy screamed and Art jumped backwards and landed on his back on a prickly little cactus.

"AAAAAAAaaaaaa!!!" Bruce's head, held at arms length over his body, yelled. "Do you fucking idiots realize how much trouble you've caused?!"

"Trace you were right.." Art raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

Tracy ran over to Art and helped him up.

“Are you ok, darling?” She asked, her face had dirt streaked tears running down her face.

“Yes, we need to get him away from us.” Art whispered. When Tracy saw his back, she gasped. Art was in no shape to escape from anything. And his face showed it. It was combined with fear and pain. Much deeper pain than he’s letting on, Tracy guessed.

“You try to get all the cactus off of you, while I distract him.” She whispered back. And before Art had a chance to change her mind, she was strolling up to the floating bust of Lucifer.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this to us???” She shouted loudly.

“It’s not what you want, pretty girlie. You wanted us.”

“We did no such thing. You’re the one who’s haunting us. Just leave us be.”

The head laughed. It was the laugh of pure evil. Even without experiencing evil, Tracy knew. She shivered at the haunting sound.

When the head came hurling at her, she ducked and fell to the ground. The floating head stopped short of the truck and came hurling back at her again.

This time there was no ducking. Tracy was waiting with both fists up.

The head laughed again. “Who are you trying to scare, little girlie. And where’s your man? Or should I call him little boy? Is he hiding from you? Are you the one with the dick between your legs?” The bust taunted.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Tracy screamed at him. “He’s more than a man than you’ll ever be. Who are you? What are you? And what do you want from us?”

“Want me to suck your cock, little girlie?” The teasing voice laughed aloud.

“Stop calling me little girlie!”

“Want me to suck your cock, Tracy?’

Stunned, Tracy asked. “How did you know my name?”

“I know. I know everything!”

“Leave her be!” Art called out.

“Ahhh… little man. You’ve grown some balls. Have you come to save your loooo…ver?” He sang out. “Oh lover boy. Come here lover boy.”

“It’s me you’re after. Take me instead.” Art backed Tracy away from the singing bust.

 

[Beach Boy]

Art

"Bruce, you don't scare me." Art tried to hide the stifling fear that had his legs shaking with each step..

"Lov-er boy." The head taunted "Come closer you pitiful excuse for a man. No wonder everybody at work and in your church thinks you're a... you know. Even Beth!"

Art helplessly felt the tears starting to stream down his face. The head was right! He was a loser. He sure didn't feel like much of a man..

"Bru-ce.." Arts voice shook

The face turned red with rage, then began laughing. "I've been called many things. Some call me Satan. Some call me the devil. But you can call me Lucifer. If you had a little more balls you'd have never have allowed your girlie, which you're terrified that you're going to lose, to run me over! And just as my ministry on earth was starting.."

Art gingerly pulled the last couple thorns out of his back. "You wouldn't have gotten anywhere anyway." He muttered weakly.

"Sure I would!" The floating head grinned. "God makes the mistake of focusing on mens strength. I focus on their weaknesses. I use them. I stroke them. I cultivate them. All men are weak, filled with self doubts, problems, pain.."

"Help!" Tracy cried out.

Art spun around and saw Tracy being chased around the cactus and brush by the headless body. It made a flying tackle, caught her around the waist, and began struggling to take her pants off.

"Nooo!" Art yelled.

The headless body had ahold of her pants and panties but Tracy somehow wiggled out and broke free. She ran bottomless in Arts direction. But the thing was back up and closing fast. It unzipped it's pants as it ran and pulled out an enormous cock.

My god it's hung like a horse! Art thought to himself as he ran towards Tracy. It had ahold of Tracy and pushed her down on her knees. In one frantic panic stricken move Arts knife sliced off the offending appendage. It emitted a squealing sound and wiggled off into the bushes. The headless body turned towards Art and was met with a heavy kick to its stomach.

"Run!" Art yelled needlessly.

The head was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down it's face. Art ignored it and rushed to close the trailer doors.

"What are you doing Art!" Tracy yelled "Com'on!"

Tracy already had the truck moving when Art scrambled up the steps into the passenger side. Taking a seat he watched in the mirror as the headless body chased after the truck. Tracy swerved and ran over the thing tearing it into pieces.

"It's almost a shame" Tracy commented "I probably just passed up the most incredible fuck of all time."

"Are you kidding!"

"No, did you see how it was hung."

"Well I just don't understand how you could have seen anything, even the least bit attractive, in that mutilated headless...thing!" Art said jealously.

"Art, I'm just kidding!" Tracy laughed. "Let's go and make our delivery in Phoenix and see if we can get our next load and get out of here!"

"Okay.." Art grinned rubbing Tracy's naked legs, hips, and...

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

The ride to Phoenix took longer than expected. It was damn difficult to concentrate with Art’s hands between her legs and whispering obscene thoughts. Tracy would yell at him, but it only encouraged him further. Eight hours later, they were pulling off the interstate and laughing.

“Ok…where do I go from here?” She asked.

“Let me check,” Art answered, unfolding the map. “Two miles north on Clark Road, turn left on Swift...drive nine miles until..”

“Wait! Give it to me slowly.”

“Slowly, eh? I’ll give it to ya slowly.” Art smirked. “Then I’ll give it to ya fast.”

“Stop! I need to concentrate.” She laughed.

Immediately turning off the ramp, they were caught in the evening traffic. They were barely crawling. Despite the air conditioner blowing at full speed, the late afternoon heat was oppressive and was seeping through the windows and vents. The humidity was steaming off the asphalt road. Honks were blaring, and there was nothing to do but crawl slowly.

“You need to be in the left lane,” Art instructed.

“I have the blinkers on, but nobody is letting me in.”

“Try to force your way in,” Art instructed again.

“I will, I will as soon as I see some light.” Tracy barked back.

But nobody was letting them in. She sounded the horn a few times, but to no avail. It was as if they were invisible. Clark Road was inching closer.

“Shit. I don’t know how I’m going to get through.”

“I told you to get over way back,” Art said, irritably.

“It’s not my fault.”

Just then darkness fell. A dark cloud hung over them.

“Looks like rain.” Tracy muttered.

“There’s a gap. Get over now.”

“What gap?! There’s no gap. I can’t even see daylight between the cars,”

“Dammit, Tracy.” Art yelled. Spit was flying out; his eyes were large and red. His voice deepened, sounding as if he was in a time warp. “Do as I say!”

“Stop it! Stop it right now!” Tracy screamed, but her voice fell on deaf ears by a thunderous lightning.

“Shut up, so I can concentrate.” She continued, trying to keep one eye on the road, and the other on Art. It looked as if his head was about to spin. Her palms were sweating. She really didn’t know what to do if he freaked out right then and there.

“Leave me alone!” She screamed.

But, before she barely got the all the words out, Art took hold of the steering wheel and pushed it forcefully. The semi skidded on its side, making the left hand turn. Skidding cars were a blur. Tracy swore she saw bloody bodies lying on the side of the road. And was a headless penis holding a sign, “Will Work for Sex!”?

When it landed on all fours again, all was cool and calm and they were heading west on Swift Road. The sun was shining bright again, and the heat had returned. Tracy looked back in the rearview mirror and saw nothing but daylight.

“You really have to stop doing that.” Tracy said in a shaky voice.

“Do what?” Art asked innocently. He was sitting beside her, folding the map.

 

[Beach Boy]

Glen sipped his coffee with satisfaction. The final details had been worked out and Pastor Bruces television show was going to become a reality. And, as a powerful member of the board of elders, he'd played an instrumental role.

"Hello." Glen answered his cellphone. "Yes...yes...I see.. And that's milemarker 242 on Interstate 10?... Alright I'll be there in a little bit"

"See you in Arizona." Pastor Bruce ended.

Pastor Bruce, what a joker! Glen laughed to himself as he headed for his car. "See you in Arizona", Pastor Bruce had joked. That was the same thing Bob had said to him. The memories began flooding back.

He was only an Assistant Professor at the time and teaching at the University of Maine. Things had been going well until Bob showed up. And because of Bob's meddling it didn't look like he was going to get tenure, and he would have to take that job in Arizona.

"Bob you arrogant little conniving bastard!" Glen glared at Bob. Bob grinned back stupidly and took a step away.

"Did you think I was going to let you get away with this?"

The blast knocked the little man into a filing cabinet. "See you in hell!" Glen stepped forward and pumped two more rounds into Bobs chest.

"See you in Arizona.." Bob smirked, with a strange sort of perverse delight, then his eyes rolled back in his head.

The look in Bob's eyes had burned its way into Glens brain. He was too smart to believe in reincarnation but still he'd found himself irrationally keeping a watchful eye out for Bob. And he'd only seen that look in one other person... It must have been his mind playing tricks on him.

"Bob.. you trickly little bastard.." Glen muttered. "If it's you.. I'll kill you again.."

The truck seemed to be parked on the side of the freeway at milemarker 242. Where was Bruce's car? Bob was playing games with him?

"What the hell.." What had they just stuffed in the back of the truck? They looked like the two truck drivers Pastor Bruce had been talking to back at the restaurant.

They ran for the truck and took off -- and Glen followed. Glen called home and left a short message. "I may be home a little late." He explained briefly.

"IDIOT!" Glen cried out. A black hearse cut in front of him almost clipping his front bumper.

Glen accelerated and began passing the hearse. He saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, but it was too late. The hearse made contact with the side of the car. There was dust, and smoke from the skidding brakes, and the next thing he knew he was skidding, together with the hearse, to a stop in the median.

Glen jumped out of his car and ran at the hearse. "What the hell was that!" Glen yelled at the driver.

The driver turned slowly to look at Glen. He was dressed in a white robe and had one eye squinted, and the other large blue eye fully open.

"Brother Gerald...?"

"Let them be."

"What the hell!"

"They're dangerous.." Brother Gerald said openning both eyes widely and studying Glen intently. "You've met him before..."

"What are you talking about you crazy fool!"

"I see him in you."

"See what!" Glen stared at Brother Gerald.

"He's the great deceiver.. He finds ways in.."

"I'm an educated man. You're talking nonsense!"

"They're dangerous... They've killed him and when you kill a man you kill part of your own soul... and evil finds it's way in.. That's why he takes the form of mortal bodies."

----------------------------------------------------------------------

"Trace" Art said suddenly.

Art looked at Tracy's smooth sensual legs and her raw exposed pussy highlighted by a mound of curly pubic hairs.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should stop and put on some pants?"

"What?" Tracy pretended that she didn't hear him and drove up to the gate and stopped. Giggling she grabbed the manifests from the dash.

"Tracy!" Art gasped but he was too late. Tracy was out the door before he could stop her! Art saw Tracy hustle bottomless, hips swinging, into the guard shack. Art froze, then got up his nerve and followed.

"Um..uh..you... uh.. are.. um.." A young pimply faced boy, probably no older than eighteen, stuttered from behind the counter. His face glowed a shade of crimson and he stood looking at the floor.

"Just making a delivery." Tracy said in a sexy teasing voice, and posed her hips to one side.

The boy still looking down shakily snatched the manifests from the counter and turned and awkwardly typed some information into a computer.

"Y-your in d-door three."

"Thank you!" Tracy giggled leaned over the counter set a hand on his head and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Trace!"

Tracy smirked devilishly at Art and hustled back out of the guardhouse hips swinging. Art took the papers from the boy then chased after Tracy. She turned and mooned another driver coming in the gate before climbing into the truck.

"You're crazy!" Art laughed jumping into the passenger seat.

Tracy just smirked, put the truck in gear and headed in the direction of the warehouse. There were a row of doors on one side of the building and she lined the truck up in front of door three.

Art jumped out fast, ran back and opened the doors. Tracy backed it in while Art gave the papers to a man on the dock.

"God that was a thrill!" Tracy giggled to Art when he climbed back into the truck. He was relieved to see that she was in the process of putting on a pair of cute little shorts that highlighted her hips.

"Shame on you." Art shook his head grinning. Tracy zipped up the shorts and impetuously threw her arms around Art hugging him and kissing him passionately on the lips. Art could feel her heart beating wildly.

"Woof!" Bruno broke the spell.

"Maybe I should take the beast for a walk." Tracy proposed.

Art headed inside to watch the unloading of the truck. They were going to have to do something about the strange package they had at the front of the truck.

"Is that blood on you?" The man unloading asked.

"Yeah.. I mean no.." Art looked down at his bloodstained hands arms and shirt. He rushed back to the truck and changed into some better clothes then he rushed into the warehouse, to the bathroom, to get cleaned up.

Another driver stopped him on his way back out to the truck. "Did you see that little hottie!"

"Yeah, she's with me." Art nodded feeling a little annoyed.

Back at the truck he was greeted by Bruno, but Tracy was gone. Art looked around the warehouse, but everyone had gone on break and it appeared to be deserted.

Art caught a glimpse of some curly hair over a pallet. Art hurried around the pallet and caught his breath. There was Tracy, shorts down, squatting and peeing on the warehouse floor, creating a huge spreading puddle!

"Trace.."

"I really had to go...And somebody was in the bathroom." Tracy grinned as she shook herself off a little.

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

“Scoot over, I have to go, too.” Art said, while unzipping his jeans.

“Here… let me help.”

Tracy swatted his hand away and helped him unzip his jeans. Then with both hands, she pulled his pants down. Her hand reached in his boxers and pulled out his penis.

“Looks full..” She muttered. Two large blue button eyes were staring up at him as her head bent down and kissed the tip of his cock, followed by a sensual lick.

“Ready?” She asked with a wink.

“Look at what you did. I can’t pee now.” Art pointed at his half erect penis, while dancing on both feet.

“Here let me help.”

While still holding Art’s penis, Tracy squatted again, and squeezed hard. “Aaahhhhhhhhh… Still have some left.”

What a strangely erotic sensation, Art thought. He was so turned on, and yet was able to urinate while her slender fingers held him. Never before had he explored so much with a woman. He watched in fascination as she even shook his cock, draining the last few drops.

When they both finished, Art scooped Tracy in his arms and kissed her passionately.

“Come on, we’ve got business to do.”

“I thought we’ve just finished our business.” Art answered.

“No, you silly goose. I mean real business. Like your delivery business. Sheesh.”

They walked hand and hand back to the warehouse.

“All set?” Art asked the warehouse foreman.

“Yeah…want to make a stop?”

“I don’t know…”

Seeing Art’s hesitation, he continued. “I’ll pay ya double.”

“Where to?”

“Denver. You have drop off a small load, and they’ll pay you right there plus expenses. Just save your receipts. Look man, I’m desperate, I have nobody else.”

“Sure, no problem. I have to warn ya though, I’m going to live it up from here to Denver.”

“Yeah, I see your woman. I’d be living it up, too.” The foreman chuckled.

“The foreman asked me to stop in Denver. Do you mind?” Art asked. Shaking her head, Tracy looked over his shoulders and saw the foreman watching her with intense curiosity.

Following her eyes, Art laughed. “I think he’s in love with you.”

Tracy blushed. She was truly enjoying the admiration by the men.

“All set,” the foreman announced.

As Art signed the manifest, Tracy disappeared into the passenger’s seat. When Art climbed in, he was surprised. Tracy was topless! Her cute nipples were standing proud.

“Are we riding the rest of the way like that?” He asked.

“I’ve been meaning to catch up on my tan.” She answered back with a wink.

As they pulled out, the foreman watched by the edge. Tracy rolled down the window and leaned out.

“Bye, bye boys!”

 

[Beach Boy]

Art

Several drivers blew their airhorns in appreciation.

"Ware'd ya git ya that hot little number? Com-onnnn. WooWee!" Came over the CB.

"Trace.." Art grinned and shook his head in mock displeasure.

Tracy continued flashing the passing cars and trucks. Her nipples seemed to be growing more and more erect, and one of her hands was buried deep in her shorts, rubbing vigorously.

"Please Trace.."

"Oh all right.." Tracy headed back into the sleeper and put on a little tube top.

"I hope you don't mind Trace but we need to get rid of that... uh extra, item.. You know the one in the dirty grey crate the lumpers were asking about.. and seemed afraid to touch. I had them put in behind everything at the back of the truck. Anyway... I think I remember the way."

"To the witches place?" Tracy raised her eyebrows.

"No Trace! To Teresa's!"

"The crazy Shaman.."

Suddenly Tracy's eyes lit up. "You want to see Lora!"

"What?"

"Laughing Lora!"

"Trace!.." Art began to protest but was interrupted by his ringing cellphone.

"Art, this is Bill. Since you were late for your delivery appointment in Phoenix we weren't able to get you a load. You'll have to lay over for a couple days."

Tracy's hand reached over and began gingerly unzipping Art's pants.

"That's okay.."Art grinned "..we got ourselves a load."

"Hey! Are you forgetting something Art. You're still driving for us! Are you going to start making an ass out of yourself!"

Tracy's hand began to work its way into Art's pants.

"Dammit Bill, listen to me!"

The sky went dark. Art wove his way around wrecked burning cars and mutilated bodies.

"You'll have a load waiting for us in Denver. As well as a hotel room in a three-star hotel."

A mutilated headless body stumbled out in front of the truck and threw something... A large penis bounced off of the window.

"Yes sir Art. No problem." Bill answered.

Sunlight flooded the truck and Tracy grinned at Art and nodded her head. Veins stuck out of Art's huge engorged penis as Tracy stroked the shaft with slow long pulls with one hand. The other hand rubbed vigorously inside her shorts.

"Mmmm.." Tracy leaned over and touched the tip ever so softly with her lips.

"Ahhh...Trace.. wait.. This is our exit.."

Tracy let go for a second and admired Art's huge erect member. The exit led to a gravel road that Art was now bumping his way along it.

"Arrtt." Tracy put her head close to Art's and gazed into his eyes longingly.

Art bumped to a stop in front of an old pueblo style home.

"Weeelll.. This is the place."

Art jumped up, his penis pointing at Tracy, hard and erect. His arms were around her before she knew what was happening, her chest was heaving, and Art layed her on the bed roughly. He yanked her shorts down and ripped her shirt down the middle so that he could get his lips on a nipple.

"Are you ready for this?" Art asked ramming his huge penis deep inside her wet and tight pussy.

The truck rocked back and forth than finally came to a satisfying rest.

Tracy and Art awoke to a knocking on the door.

"Art!" Teresa greeted him.

"Teresa, hello!" Art stepped out of the truck. He glanced down at the penis which dangled from his pants but didn't bother to tuck it back in or zip his pants up. "I've got a strange package here that maybe you'll know what to do with."

Teresa followed Art to the back of the truck. He opened the doors and climbed into the trailer.

"What do you make of this?" Art asked and he began taking a leak on the side of the dirty old grey crate.

Teresa looked at the crate fearfully. "Lora..Lora..Lora.. She thought she could control it. Black magic was always exciting to her.."

"Do you want it?" Art asked finally after be finished peeing.

"Ohhh Lora.." Teresa shook her head.

"Step back." Art instructed. He gave the crate a rough push and it tumbled off of the trailer and onto the ground, but didn't break open.

"Art come quick!" Tracy's head poked out of the tractor window.

Art rushed to the tractor and Teresa followed.

"Look at the TV!"

On the TV a miraculously cured Pastor Bruce was in the middle of a televangelism program. "Today we want to welcome a new member." Pastor Bruce gestured towards a well dressed man who looked to be in his early forties. "Perhaps you recognize T.R. as the CEO of Vectron. He's a mans man. He's always known what he's wanted and he's never been afraid to go after it. A vacation home in Hawaii. The best colleges for his children, and a new beautiful pretty young wife!"

"Lucifer.." Teresa whispered.

"Oh, shut up Teresa." Pastor Bruce said from the television.

Tracy struck her tongue out at him.

Suddenly the background dissolved around Pastor Bruce and he was standing alone out under some trees in the dark. "Tracy..Tracy..Tracy.." He shook his head. "My show would have been a reality if not for your impetuous behavior."

"Leave her alone!" Art said angrily.

"Now Art.." Lucifer chided "..either you can deliver my package to Lora, and be smoothly on your way. Or... you'll never make it out of Arizona."

"We'll see about that!" Art gritted his teeth.

On the television screen the background behind Lucifer was beginning to brighten. The body of a man with a noose around his neck dangled from a tree. Lucifer grinned ear to ear "T.R. was caught embezzling from his company." The screen went blank.

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

“Why don’t you come here for a minute, Art. I want to show you something, alone.” Theresa said, her grey eyes set on Art.

“Uh…sure.” He muttered. Somehow he knew there was something behind that message. He glanced at Tracy apologetically, and shrugged.

“I’ll take Bruno for a walk while… you two catch up. See you in a few.” Tracy announced. “Come on, Bruno boy, let’s walk while your Uncle Art catches up with his erm friend.”

Tracy walked away with a wagging Bruno. He was always up for a new adventure. It took all her will power though not to look back. She knew Theresa didn’t have anything to show Art, she wanted to talk to him alone. And Tracy was hurt to be excluded. She wondered if Theresa wanted to talk about her. There was something about Theresa mannerism towards her, her body language, her tone that told Tracy that Theresa didn’t like her. And there was something about Theresa that made her uneasy. Something…

Tracy sat in an open field and released Bruno from his leash. He sat beside her and licked her face.

“Go on, boy. You can run now.”

Panting his hot breath in Tracy’s face, he shook his head several times. It looked like he was saying no.

“Go, Bruno. Go run.”

Again he shook his head. His paw reached out towards her, begging to be scratched.

Distractedly, she obeyed. “I wonder what Theresa has to say to Art that was for his ears only.”

“She doesn’t like you.” A voice answered.

“You sense that too?” She asked. Then it hit her. Somebody was talking to her. She looked around and behind her. Nobody was around.

“Did you just talk to me?”

“Of course, stupid girl. Who else would I be talking to? Do you see anyone around? Geez. Stupid humans.”

“How????” Tracy whipped her head around. There was nobody around them. They were all alone in this empty field.

She raised a loose jowl and peered into his mouth.

“What the hell????” He growled, shaking her hand away.

‘Bruno?”

“No, dumb bitch. Lucifer!” His head then grew into the familiar face.

 

[Beach Boy]

"Poor Lora..." Teresa shook her head gravely, her eyes still on Art's penis dangling out of his pants.

Art smirked... took a step towards Teresa... grabbed his penis and took aim -- like he was going to pee on Teresa! Teresa broke into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"I knew it was you." Art grinned devilishly.

Teresa's face began changing.

"How could you tell?" Lora asked.

Art just shrugged his shoulders which caused Lora to begin laughing even harder.

"Whadaya say we loose that bitch!" Lora grinned ear to ear.

"I like her.." Art said softly.

Lora flashed Art an angry look. "Okay...."

Her demeaner relaxed a little and she gave him a toothy grin " Well at least help me put my package in the back of my pickup."

Art glanced out the window and saw what appeared to be Tracy having a conversation with Bruno.

"I suppose." Art said cautiously. He tucked his penis carefully back into his pants and slowly stepped out of the truck.

Lora was out with barely a sound. She darted towards the house and into an old grey pickup truck. It started up noisily.

Tracy didn't seem to notice. She appeared to be in a heated argument with Bruno...

Art struggled to lift the crate onto the back of the pickup. Whatever it was it was heavy! He managed to get the edge up onto the tailgate, and he climbed into the bed of pickup truck to pull it the rest of the way in.

"Teresa!" Lora shrieked.

A cloud of dust was approaching down the drive.

Lora gunned it. The crate tumbled off of the pickup truck and onto the ground, and Art almost went with it! He clutched at the side of the bed of the pickup truck -- taking a beating as she went bumping off down a potholed dirt road.

A bewildered looking Tracy turned and watched him ride off...

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

“Listen you asshole, leave us alone.” Tracy spat through gritted teeth.

“Asshole?” Lucifer laughed. Bruno’s head transformed into a butt, it’s anus hole was opening and closing, talking to her. “Would you rather talk to an asshole?”

“Leave Bruno alone. He’s the innocent one through all of this.”

Bruno’s sweet face appeared. Tracy felt instantly relieved. Then his jowls moved. Lucifer’s deep voice cackled.

“Come on and pet my head, rub my tummy like you normally do. Good doggy, nice doggy. Oh yeah…

The voice grew resembling Tracy’s. “Bruuuuunooooooo..”

“Stop! Stop it right now. And get out of Bruno’s body.” She yelled. “What will it take for you to leave us alone? I’ll do anything. Anything!”

“Listen bitch. My mission got ruined by you and your faggot boyfriend. I won’t stop until I have all of your souls, including your precious little puppy here.”

“Don’t you dare call him faggot. He’s a bigger man than you’ll ever be.”

Lucifer threw his head back and roared. Tracy’s face was red with anger. Her hands were balled into tight fists, she wanted to punch him hard. But it was Bruno sitting there in front of her. She felt so helpless.

“Bigger, huh? Is he bigger than me?” Magically Bruno’s head turned into the headless dick that she saw at the accident.

“Listen dickhead….” she started.

“Dickhead? Hahahahahahhahahahahah.. That’s a good one. Dickhead!”

Then all laughing seized. The penis turned to her. It’s little pee hole opened and closed, resembling a mouth. “You want me, don’t you? I can see that you’re getting wet for me. I can smell your wetness..”

Trembling, Tracy looked around for help. Art was holding on tightly to a speeding grey truck leaving a cloud of dust.

“Guess your boyfriend is running away. He knows he can’t compete with me. No man can. Come on, dollface. Open up, lick me. Suck me like a lollipop. What’s wrong, babe. You don’t like the flavor? Do you like grape? What about cherry? I know… I know… you like chocoholic. All women love chocolate…”

Stunned, all Tracy could do was just sit there and watch the cock change into all shades of color. Even if she can move, where could she go? Art ran off leaving her behind with this talking dick.

“See how many licks it takes to the center of my dick.” the cock continued to taunted her.

Tracy looked around wildly. There wasn't even a stick or stone to defend herself.

Then an idea formed.

"You are right. I've always wanted a cock like yours. So big, so beautiful, so powerful. I just want to taste you." Her hand reached and grabbed it. It was too large for her hand and it felt leathery. Tracy shuddered in disgust.

"May I?" She asked, her long dark eyelashes shadowing her baby blues batted innocently.

"I knew you couldn't resist me. Wait until I shove it down your throat, your cunt," Lucifer smirked lasciviously. "Oh yeah.."

Tracy held her breath. Then with all her might, she bore down on his helmet with her teeth.

 

[Beach Boy]

Art

The pickup truck wildly careened onto a paved road fishtailing back and forth before straightening out. Lora slowed to a stop at a stop sign and waved Art to come into the cab with her.. and Art readily complied!

Inside the truck sat the eerily beatiful woman he'd seen that rainy day in the desert. Suddenly he was flooded with memories... memories of Lora teaching him magic... and laughing all the while.

HONNNNNKK!

A police car had pulled out onto the road from a sidestreet and Lora had greeted him with the horn. Lora gave Art a toothy grin, cackled with laughter, then pressed the accelerator down and passed the police car wildly. The siren came on loudly and colorful flashing lights lit up the car.

HONNNNNKKK!

Lora ran a red light, narrowly missing a collision with another car.

Art smelled something strange and darkness began to close around him.

 

[chanaud]

Tracy

“Do you want me, love?” Tracy’s sweet musical voice asked him. But it wasn’t Tracy. It was Lora naked, her breasts were engorged, her nipples were round saucers with tiny pink erasers doing its best to perform a balancing act.

“No..” he called out despite being strangely turned on by the strange scene in front of him. The breasts drew closer. He can clearly see the veins stretched to the max, threatening to explode. “No, I want Tracy. Where is Tracy? What did you do to her?”

“Why silly, I’m right here.” She called from a distant. Art followed the voice and saw Tracy wearing a polka dotted ruffled clown skirt and was naked waist up. Her breasts were small, almost non-existant. A hula-hoop was spinning round and round and round. Art felt dizzy watching.

“Art! Wake up, hon.” Tracy’s voice was closer. Art blinked a few times only to see a large wet tongue waving in his face. A drop of saliva fell on him, waking him to consciousness.

He sat up. Bruno rewarded him b y a slobbering kiss. “Ugh.”

“Hey, sleepyhead. You’re finally awake.”

Holding two cups of steaming coffee, Tracy looked freshly showered. She handed one of the Styrofoam cups to him and started slipping hers slowly, her baby blues watching him closely.

“Where are we?” He asked, his hand running through his hair making it stand up.

Laughing, she answered, “We’re in Denver.”

“Denver?” He exclaimed. “How?”

“I drove while you slept, lazybutt. How else did we get here? Are you ok, Art?”

Before he had a chance to answer, she continued on. “We’re about to unload and then we can check into the Sheraton. Oh, guess what?” Tracy rambled with excitement. “I called and they have a doggie spa.”

She cupped Bruno’s face and spoke to him in a high-pitched baby voice. “Yes, you’re going to a spa while Mommy and Daddy have wild hotel sex.”

 

[Beach Boy]

Art

Art's jaw hung open in amazement. "You wouldn't believe the weird dream I had!"

"Try me." Tracy grinned.

"I don't know... maybe I'm going crazy."

"Well maybe a little rest and relaxation will do you good!" Tracy was still smiling but the memory of driving out of Arizona in the pitch dark of night, even when it should have been day, bothered her too.

"So you drove all night. Tracy you amaze me!"

"Yeah, I even amaze myself sometimes."

"But Tracy do you think we should really... you know.. We've only known each other a couple of days..."

"Don't tell me you don't remember!"

"I suppose I do." Art grinned ear-to-ear. Bravely he put an arm around Tracy and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.