If just one man would come to the truck and look in at her with her hand in the dark curls of her cunt, Lynn knew she would come very strongly. But she didn't have the nerve to call one of them. She wasn't sure what she would do if a man did actually look in at her.

"Come see my cunt you guys," she whispered, her eyes on the men, her finger fucking her cunt. She loved it when the men bent over, their pants tight on their hard asses. "Come and look at my cunt… see how hot and wet my cunt is. Show me your hard cocks! Let me hold your cocks. Let me feel that lovely hardness in my hands. Oooo, I'd love to jack everyone of you hard-cocked fuckers off! Jack all of you off at the same time!"

Her finger moved faster, her words increasing her passion. The moist, wet sounds in the cab of the pick-up excited her.

"Oooo, play with my cunt you guys," she whispered, driving her middle finger in and out of her gripping cunt. "Play with my hot cunt… make me come! Oh, finger-fuck my pussy… fuck my cunt with those hard, sweet cocks! Oh, God… fill my cunt with come juice!"

Her hand whipped frantically inside the tightness of her jeans, her cunt boiling again. She saw a man lift his hand to wave at her and as she weakly waved back, her cunt exploded into a tremendous orgasm. Her ass twisted against the seat, moans bubbling from her lips.

Her vision cleared and she jumped. The man who had waved at her was walking toward the truck. Lynn pulled her hand from her pants trying to zip them up before he arrived. She managed to conceal her open fly with the tail of her shirt.

"Something wrong, Miss Lynn?" he asked, concerned.

"No," she said, feeling a flush on her pretty face. "Nothing is wrong, Jake."

"I thought I heard you moan," he said, tipping his hat.