Lady Luck
by Charlie Haverson
 Lady Luck
Oh, yeah, Luck is a lady alright. Some ancient she-goddess at watches over the ladies and wears a special smile when a lady's getting some good lovin. Least, I found it so. You do good by a lady and you get good in return. I'm talking about lovin, now, not just money, and gifts, and treat em right and all. I mean put it to em the way they like it, and you're set for life. Cuz first and foremost, Lady Luck's a goddess of good lovin.
I always treat a woman right, and damned if I ain't had some real good luck when it comes to snatch. Why, in my early truckin days, there's women who'd just climb up in a rig, toss off the Whopper boxes and soda cans, and get down to it. These ladies know how to work around a gear shift and such and'll just give your jonny a fine howdya do right there, no questions asked and off we go. Some 'as young and fine -- too young some of em so's you have to send em off on their ways. And there's others look a little warmed over -- OK, not like yer rock star groupies with all the plastic boobies and skinny bellies like that, but real kinda women. Good women. I used to call em lucky ladies, but truth is, ladies in general is lucky in love. Never see no lady wantin it bad, least not for long, right? And truth is, all ladies is good, when you open em up, to where they're soft and slip-sliding and squeezing like your momma's hugs.
I've had me some luvin in my rig that'd kink up your curlies. Like ole Patsie -- shew! She could steam my windows up real bad. On all fours there in the cab so's her little love ball was resting on the gear shifter, made me pull her skirt up over them fine flanks. And weren't any undies on the girl, neither. Just when I bent over to get a faceful of coochie, she's prancing off into my cab bed -- and I never thought there's enough room on one of them things to make love till I got Pretzel Patsie on hand.
Course I been married awhile. Don't do truck stop action much anymore. Got to worry about diseases and all. Yeah. I've slowed down some, but my wife's a lady that never had no trouble keeping up. She's real open about a man's cravings and all. And she's got some tastes that, well, you might say a man can truly admire. After ten years of marriage, she tells me we can "swing." I says, "whatever." And then one day I was talking to a buddy of mine and he gets all excited, "Your wife wants to go aswinging?" He's all grins and like that there. "Well ain't you the lucky guy. Shit!"
"What's so lucky about that?" You know, I'm just a ole redneck and I truly didn't know what the hell they was talking about.
My buddy set me straight alright. So when I go back to Mary Louise, that's my wife, and says, "so you were saying you want to go swinging, then?" And she kinda blushes -- never thought I'd see that un blush. "So wha'd you have in mind?" I says all calm like. Thanks to being tipped off about the swinging business. But I gotta tell you I had a damn woody I coulda hit a homer with when she tells me she likes to eat pussy.
Since we started swinging we've been having a hell of a time with lots of fun people. Mary Louise, she picks out the gals. And that's a real stroke of luck cuz I don't have to do a damned thing. No rejection. Just pure pleasure. Sometimes when it's couples, me and the guy is just watching the ladies get it on. Man, they can get all up in each other's pussies, lapping and drooling. They can find each other's little knob in no time flat. Get the other lady wriggling, get her titties all knotty. And they do all kind of cunt-grabbing like with ther the thumb over the button and two fingers in the hole, just like that old joke about the bowling ball. Only to hear these ladies squealing, it ain't no joke. Stuff I never thought of, I'll tell you. Rub their tongues all around that little thing, me watching it squirm and getting a big one, my lady's titties rolling and swaying to the beat, those plump pads under her cunt squeezing and jiggling, her adding groans and me hornier 'an a hornpout.
I had no idea you could watch so many fine, wet, wide open pussies with your wife's blessing. I seen pussies jump and wink and flutter and do everything but magic tricks when a lady gets off. I heard those little pup yelps, those hungry coyote howls and everything in between as Mary Louise wags her tongue along some pretty slit and the ooze rolls on out. Sometimes she licks up the juice as it spills and I'll tell you, I get damned hot. And man, they're so good at it I try to take notes. When to slide your two fingers in, when to tease her so she sighs, circle all around her love button so she's liftin up and trying to find your finger with her nub. I learned a lot too. How to pull back that teeny pink skin wrapper so's the button pops out -- never knew there was this little bald thing hidin in there under a flabby fold -- and you can work it over real fine. I learned when a lady's real close to cumming -- when her pussy's all fat and her hips get grinding -- and when it cuts loose how their reddened pussy starts to squeeze in on itself. Half the time I'm like to burst, but I also been learning it's more fun the longer you hold it. And if you can hold it till it pretty near hurts, you're gonna let off a geyser that'll blind a cat. And feels like an explosion. Every now and then I thought, maybe someday we'll do it where I can get in on the eatin and grabbin, but I was mostly watching and glad of it.
I mean, I liked to eat snatch and all that there, but when the ladies got going on each other, it weren't no comparing. Legs thrashing, you know, gotta just stay out of the way to not get kicked. OK, and I thought it'd be nice to get a good old fashioned BJ while all this was going on. But I figured it was just a matter of time. Mary Louise, kept getting wilder. She started playing with a lady's butthole. Lady weren't putting up a struggle, neither. Something I never gave much thinking to, buttholes. But once Mary Louise got this one real pretty little lady all curled up on her side like a baby with her knees tucked into her chest so you could see all the holes opened up, and Mary Louise could get at em easy, it got me to thinking about ass. Mary Louise spread that gal's ass cheeks and start running saliva in there. I could see the dark shades deep down into the lady's crack, just like the sayin "where the sun don't shine." Mary Louise is playing with that pussy, too. So pretty and clean, little delicate thing. This little lady was one of my favorites, I'll tell you. And once or twice now, while Mary Louise was squeezing that pussy all up, and her other finger running up and down inside the crack, pushing at the sweet wrinkled ring, why sometimes the butthole just seemed to open up all of its own and suck the finger right up in there. Hoo-ee, yeah, now. That's some sight to see, cuz butthole knows how to close down real tight. But never mind that. I figured it 'as just a matter of time before Mary Louise'd run outa ideas and get around to dragging me into the action. Till then, watch and learn was my motto.
So I 'as a satisfied man, all through those days and when I 'as on the road, I didn't have the cravings for cooch like I once had when I was a single feller. Still, the lucky ladies had no way o' knowing. So sometimes at a truck stop, a lucky lady'd be so bold as to rub up against me the way they do. They put out a kinda heat. Back before Mary Louise, a lucky lady was hot to go, man I'd always go off with her. I mean, always. Get it while its hot was my motto. But I'd make em get theirselves all horny first. You know -- if one of em comes after you like 'at, you don't even look her way -- that would ruin the whole fantasy anyway -- but you kind of just feel it, Lucky Lady rubbing all against you. Keep your mind on that soft tittie against your arm, going bump, push, nudge. It'd be a shame not to enjoy it. Even after Mary Louise, I let myself enjoy those small pleasures. I never called it cheating neither. Just enjoying what life had to offer.
One time, when it was late, we was the only ones in the diner, me and this lucky lady who comes up behind me, starts rubbing her tits all over my back, like a cat on a scratching post. They wasn't floppy melons or anything like that there, but they was real solid, so it was a lot of spring in 'em. Like maybe she was real young. That's when you close your eyes, cuz if she's not young, you don't want to know, and if she is young, you don't want to know that neither. If I concentrated real hard, I could feel her nipples, cuz she weren't wearing no bra or anything and they was sort of dragging across my back, skittering a little, like 'ey was nervous -- back, forth, back, forth. Oh, man, this lady was all squishy soft and damned if she didn't have the little soldier going, getting a stiffie right there on the stool.
"You know that feels mighty damn good," I says to her.
"More where this came from," she says to me. I could tell by her voice that she was young. She 'as probably legal fucking age, but she'd be all firm and tight and unused and sweet-smelling. Damn. I didn't want to turn around for good reasons and bad. Didn't want to see what she looked like -- wanted her to stay the prime, smooth cherry I imagined; that's the bad reason. Wanted her to keep on pressing her warm titties up against me cuz when I turned around, I'd have to say "no," and end it. Don't know whether it’s the diseases or Mary Louise 'at's got me more skittish after all these years. Mary Louise has forgiven me my transgressions on more 'an one occasion, going off with a lady while she's not around, but I try not to let it happen. It still causes lots of trouble. And like a fool I promised to tell her whenever I did it. And then there's diseases. Maybe all this talk of diseases is a plot by the women-folk to keep guys like me in line. But whatever the reason, I just told myself to enjoy the moment and sort of let things drag out, and not help them along any.
Next thing, I feel this girl's hands reaching around my body. Her breath is puffing in my ear, titties pushed hard into my back and she's going for my belt...
[to be continued]
Lady Luck (II)
by Charlie Haverson
[The following is part II of the ongoing story, Lady Luck. If you missed part one, it is alive and well and living in the archives. But for now, here's a piece of the story from where we left off:
"Maybe all this talk of diseases is a plot by the women-folk to keep guys like me in line. But whatever the reason, I just told myself to enjoy the moment and sort of let things drag out, and not help them along any.
Next thing, I feel this girl's hands reaching around my body. Her breath is puffing in my ear, titties pushed hard into my back and she's going for my belt... "
And now for part II:]
Hoo-wee, did I want to just jump her right then and there! Lay her face-down on the bar, spread her legs to either side, get back behind her, open her up, and pump her right into the sugar bowl. Or seated on the stool, just have her sit right down on my pole. Oh-wee did my mind go hog wild with her little hands at my crotch pressing into my hard-on.
"Woah," I said, not very convincing. Now one thing you don't do with a lucky lady is say "no" without conviction, cuz they can smell a weak-kneed man from fifty paces and they won't let up till they've got your main brain out of your pants and they're leading you off by it.
And just then all I wanted was to open up some wet pussy, say to hell with it all and do some sloppy, all-over-the-place lovin, but I knew it wouldn't sound all that good, or even like all that much fun, coming out of my mouth in the dark of my marriage bed. You put things more into perspective when you get older. So I turned around.
Oh, lordee. She could have been jail bait for sure -- never know about women. Pink all over, and that skin that looks so unused and inviting you get the urge to stretch and work it like fresh animal hide. Bare shoulders you'd want to put your hands all over, and run down that gown where it's pushing soft pink titty up for a free sample. The gown also squished them titties together so they had a inviting crack between them. She was a little too made up for a youngster and not too pretty, but real healthy looking, like a stud mare. And it was easy to see that I'd have to say no, but it was also one of those moments where ... well, you know, like I said, enjoy the moment. See what else she's got to offer me before I do the right thing and turn her down.
"You need to be getting home," I say to her.
"No I don't," she says. "I need something big inside me." She had put that lover's voice on, like she's about to pass out from the need.
I like to blushed cuz I could picture it going up in there nice'n tight.
"Look, here, sweetheart..." I said. In no way was I convincing her of any damned thing.
"I think something's wrong with me. There's some kinda hole down here, Mister," she held her crotch tightly. "Right between my legs, like a little opening or something... " All while she's saying this, she's rubbing herself. "I don't know how deep it goes. Maybe you could take a look at it for me?"
"No, no, now," I say. "Don't be getting your mind set on me doing anything with you. I gotta go."
"It's all wet down there, Mister. What should I do?"
I stood up. "You gotta go find someone else to take care of that for you, Missy."
I went over to the cash register, this girl sort of clinging to me, now, so I 'as getting all manner of free feels and gropes, pressed against her young cushioning, tender as prime rib. Mind you in my younger days, we'd have been out the front door and under the bushes in ten seconds flat, her butt in the air, her legs spread apart, me digging a path through her cunt flaps with my hand till my big boy could just slide on in there, and then pounding her hole till that hot little pussy was singing praise jesus. But them there is bygone days. Got a wife to think about and keeping myself safe for her and all.
"My little white box is empty," she said. "White box without any fur. It's cold, down there all alone between my legs."
Now, the thought was tempting, no two ways about it -- that little bun all shaved and baby fine.
"I got another hole, too," she said. "Back here." She reached around behind her and patted her behind. Stuck it out. Pretty little thing it was.
"This hole's real tight, you know. Real tight." She nudged it against my private parts. Awow.
"You know how to take that kind of hole? Real gentle, like?" she asked me.
I said nothing. Mary Louise wasn't into it. Never really got my hands on any of the women that ate Mary Louise's pussy, neither. I'd watch 'em from behind. Many's the time, though, that I'd be working my pork watching some lady eat out my wife. The lady'd be on her knees, bent over, her mouth all busy slurping my wife's sticky muff. Her crack'd open and maybe she'd be diddlin her clit or whatnot and I could see both them holes at once. I'm thinking, that's a real waste, cuz I could do a lot with them two holes. Once I dumped my cum all over the lady's ass and watched it run like icing down her fat beaver. She bucked, once, sort of from the surprise of it, then just went on eating out my wife like nothing happened. I wanted to smear my hand in my cum, work the glue deep into this strange-looking, meaty cunt, but she wasn't giving no invitations. I remember thinking as I watched my wet goo shine all around her butt hole, how easy my finger might go in there, into that tunnel, sliding on a slick surface of cum. But I decided to just be a gentleman. Still nothing can stop me from watching and imagining. Enjoying the moment.
"If you go gentle, the tight hole will take you, too" said that damned lucky girl. She squeezed a fist and edged one finger into her crack right through the dress, so that I wanted the dress to rip, or to pull it the hell out of there. I figured I could rip her naked in about 2 seconds. I wanted to see her finger in her bare ass, while her pussy hung there smiling, and it made me so damned horny I almost shot in my jeans.
"I been told it feels like velvet," she said.
So I tell you what I did: I breathed in this mighty dose of will power like never before, and rang the bell to get the attendant's ass out of the back to protect me. Nobody came.
I rang the bell again, cuz, you see, if someone didn't come out real soon, I was about to rip into this hot piece of ass and make it sizzle.
After I spent all my will power, I grabbed the girl's dress balled it up in my fist and dragged her into me and...
[to be continued]
Lady Luck (III)
by Charlie Haverson
The following is part III of the ongoing story, Lady Luck. If you missed parts I or II, they are alive and well and living in the archives. But for now, here's a piece of the story from where we left off:
"I figured I could rip her naked in about 2 seconds. I wanted to see her finger in her bare ass, while her pussy hung there smiling. And it made me so damned horny I almost shot in my jeans. 'I been told it feels like velvet,' she said.
So I tell you what I did: I breathed in this mighty dose of will power like never before, and rang the bell to get the attendant's ass out of the back to protect me. Nobody came.
I rang the bell again, cuz, you see, if someone didn't come out real soon, I was about to rip into this hot piece of ass and make it sizzle.
After I spent all my will power, I grabbed the girl's dress balled it up in my fist and dragged her into me and..."
[Now for part III:]
Wouldn't ya know it, right then and there, a old buzzard comes out to take my money. I say, so's he can hear, "I'd sure like to help you, little lady, but I got places to be and you need to get a couple more years on you."
"Not so," she pouted. She had her hands on her breasts now, rubbing em through the shiny material of her dress.
"Go on, Jenna," the diner man said, "man's not interested."
Oh lordie, but he was interested alright. Kicked hisself all down the highway for not getting a piece, as he rode that extra twenty miles to the next truck stop tired as all hell and hornier 'an a stud bull. Just kept telling myself the goddess of Lady Luck would reward me extra kindly, cuz she's always watching on things like a man doing a good turn by a lady.
Well, I 'as right about that; Lady Luck sure enough did reward me. But I gotta say, I sure paid her plenty of good turns before she got around to it. Maybe after I tell you all the good action I passed up along the way, you'll agree with me, I deserved some kind of reward from the love goddess.
When I got home, I told Mary Louise what I done for her, for us, really. Turning down the jail bait -- didn't tell Mary Louise the girl was jail bait. Of course not. Or that I didn't stop the girl from sharing the round padding of her body with me, or that I almost would have done the girl if I hadn't of been rescued by the diner owner. Can you fault me for wanting to come off sounding like I done it all for Mary Louise? And why waste a good deed?
Mary Louise fucked me holy. Her plump blond-haired pussy was glad to see me, that I could tell -- girl had more juice in her 'an a Big Boy tomato. And her rump -- well I never noticed it before, but the lucky girl at that truck stop talking about her tight hole all velvety, well I gotta confess it made me look at Mary Louise's bum in a new way. Her hole is kind of buried -- she's some thick cheeks my woman -- and like I spread them cheeks before I fucked her. Spread em while I 'as behind her ready to put it to 'er from the back. She's on her knees, bent the way it always gets my mind to spinning, and I just looked at that wincing hole in her round rump for a couple seconds. Wrinkled, small, kind of brownish where it disappeared into the pucker skin.
Soon my woman was squeezing her cunt muscles around my dick, rocking, and I noticed how her butthole shrank a little as she 'as squeezing. Then I forgot about it temporarily, cuz well what Mary Louise was doing to my dick with her cunt walls was just plain distracting.
But after, when I was curled up behind her with my arm resting on her side, I remembered that tight-squeezed hole. I let my hand slop over the soft round of her rump and slipped my finger sideways into the fold of her ass cheeks, sort of patting her crack upwards.
"Do you think I could ever come in here?" I asked her. I let my fingertip rest right on the sinkhole of her butt opening. Ho, man, did I want to push it in. In my mind I could feel how tight it would be. Warm, squeezing.
Mary Louise just stretched her head around, rose up on one elbow and gave me this damned kind of Martian look. So I sort of shrugged and leaned over to grab one of her fine bouncing boobies. Took it in both hands and played with it. Worked it like pie dough until with a little moan she flattened on her back and let me have at both them titties. I pinched all around the nipples, kind of stretching the skin outwards, letting go to watch them bounce, then grabbing again, from somewhere else, stretching the skin out. Then I dove on the whole tit, clamped a piggish sucking mouth on it and gobbled as much as I could into my mouth. Mary Louise likes that. Makes her all giggly and when she starts giggling, I make these snorty sounds and we're like a coupla kids. Oh, we laugh.
Keeping my lips tight, I pulled like that tit was taffy. I worked it over alright. I tugged at it so it changed shape into something long and flattened at the end. Mary Louise finally said that if I kept working her tit like that, she'd end up with a boob hanging to her belly button.
But Mary Louise's eyes were closed and she was drawing up her feet and pushing off of them so's her hot little beaver popped up to greet me and started humping the air. I could overlook her pussy from where I was nearly gagging with tittie meat. As Mary Louise's blond bun rose and fell, its mouth opened and closed like the gills of a beached fish. I stuck her cunt with my finger, it was jellied fine, and we were off and at it again.
They say some couples who swing do it because they have to be with other couples to get off. Like the flame has gone out of their marriage bed or what not. But not me and Mary Louise. Ooh-wee, do we go at it. All by our twosies. Them threesomes was just extra trimmings.
I guess I passed a lot of tests Mother Luck threw my way, now I think of it. Never take more 'an I'm offered and always run with Mary Louise's instincts. We got with this couple one time and Mary Louise got the girl so horned up the raw burger was popping out of her pussy lips. Girl's poor pussy 'as like a oozy snail 'at's trying to latch its sucker onto any damned thing it can find. Right then and there, with the girl all primed and swollen like that, her husband got on her, stuck her, rode her, bucking like a bronco and Mary Louise just had to back away. Suddenly this guy got a little rough. Slamming himself into his lady's soft cunt and slapping her titties all wild so's the sound was these heavy thuds. Pretty blond lady -- she moaned and didn't complain at all, and me, well I thought it might could be an interesting evening -- I watched her titties get all red and nipples stuck up like they was gasping for air as he hit them. Next thing you know, the guy pulled his wife's legs up -- still fucking hard into her -- and said to me, "slap this bitch's ass." Oh, it was a soft ass, quivery and all with him fucking so hard. It was tight, too, cuz he had it pushed up by pressing her legs back and down pretty hard. But I could taste that pink cheek under my slapping hand as I got ready to follow the guy's lead. I mean taste it in my mouth, that was all getting drooly, you know? But Mary Louise tapped my arm and signaled to the door. It's true there wasn't much room to get a good hard slap off, but the thought of it was real exciting. The lady seemed to like all what was going on and so it wasn't no harm in it, I was thinking. And I don't get lots of opportunity to get my hands on the other guy's wife. And a good smart slap…
But Mary Louise caught my arm. And Mary Louise gets the last word. So with a heavy heart, I followed my wife out of the room as the sound of slaps got louder and even had some wet sound to them. I wondered was he hitting her cunt or what? But I just went on out without a complaint, cuz you don't knock a good thing when you got it. And Mary Louise is a good thing. But before you go on about me being pussy-whipped and all, I gotta remind you that Lady Luck watches over all these good deeds men folk do for the ladies. And that was a damned good deed. Going out of the room without a fuss. I tell you, Mother Luck had to be recording that good deed in her book with a gold feather pen. I kind of told her in my mind she better be planning me a big reward. That's how it turned out anyway. Some guys can't believe how good I've got it. But don’t no man get good loving less Lady Luck makes it so.
Besides, it wasn't that Mary Louise didn't like a good butt slapping now and then. She says it loosens her up sometimes. I'm in no way deprived of butt slapping. I done it to a lady or two that we swing with. I do it when the lady wants it and the husband wants to watch. You slap real low on the butt so like everyone else can watch what her cunt is doing when the slap lands -- only has happened a couple times, other than me slapping Mary Louise's butt while some guy or couple is watching. It seems most of the ladies like the slap well-placed on the fat part of their bum, and it often gets em wet if you make a good sound with it, too. You take your time between the slaps, and that lets you enjoy yerself watching them squirm, squeeze their thighs together, clench their little bums. Oh yeah, they's fun to watch. You can watch the pussy muscle squeeze tight; you can hear em squeal or hiss or go "ooh." But if you're the onlooker, it's not hitting the fat part of their ass that gets you all hot and bothered. It's when the slapper sneaks down, places a light tap right down there where their butt meets their thigh, slap em in a outwards direction so's their pussy quivers back an forth. Oh, momma, nothing's more hot than a cunt hanging loose, and a firm hand making it quiver. And if you put a real skillful slap to her, you make it spill juice from the slit like a retriever 'at sees food-- damn! if there ain't nothing else so sweet.
But before I say just how Mother Luck and the goddess of lady love repaid me for my good deeds, I gotta tell you about one more good deed that you might not believe a guy like me could do. This was my good deed to beat all good deeds and man, sometimes I still kick myself all to hell for passing this one up. You know, like saying to myself what the hell harm coulda been had if I just went along?
[to be continued…]
Lady Luck (IV)
by Charlie Haverson
The following is part 4 of the ongoing story, "Lady Luck" about a happily married trucker who swings with his wife and has a lot of other opportunity on the side. If you missed parts 1 - 3, they are alive and well and living in the archives. But for now, here's where we left off:
"Before I say just how Mother Luck and the goddess of lady love repaid me for my good deeds, I gotta tell you about one more good deed that you might not believe a guy like me could do. Man, sometimes I still kick myself all to hell for passing this one up."
And now for part 4:]
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OK, well, it was actually two good deeds in one if I count 'em up. But then one of the two was more of a accident than a good deed -- so I'm not sure how Lady Luck counted it towards my reward. It was the time I's on the road and happened into a town where one of my old school buddies had relocated. That's when you get some home made food, a decent night's sleep, stretch all out and don't have to worry about the bugs waking you up in the middle of the night. That was my buddy John. He knew I'as coming and all. He had some chick with him when I got to his house. And she sure weren't the lady I'd been seeing him with for the last 8 years, neither. She was something else. Younger and friskier.
As John and I slammed down a few beers, just talking, this chick 'as bringing us chips and drinks all along. Whenever she'd walk through the room, John watched her like he was a dog and she was a steak on his master's table. Then all of a sudden she's carrying stuff off the table and in the middle of that, stripping herself bare naked right there in the kitchen. Next thing, she just brought another couple of drinks on over, buck naked and all. Got real close to me so I'as waiting to feel her skin. Draped herself on my friend John, pretended she 'as reaching for something on the table, let her tiny titties bob over his face. When she walked back by me, she came so close I could have reached out and grabbed her furball and squeezed it tight. I pictured doing it, too. I thought how it would be soft and furry at first and then wet and squirmy when my fingers buried into her.
Yeah, I kept on talking, but my concentration was shot all to hell, and John knew damned well how it was with me, too. He'as up to something of course.
A couple minutes later, she nudged him and opened these sliding glass doors in the dining room and went outside in the dark. Next thing John is following her -- but he winks at me afore he disappears into the dark. It'as getting to be a long time they're out there in the dark. And every now and then I heard these little giggles and some carrying on. And while they're outside I didn't know whether to make myself at home, go find the couch and sleep, watch some TV, find me another beer, or what to do exactly.
Just as I was thinking that, John called my name. "C'mere," he'as saying. I was a little afraid to what I might see. "Randy, I need some help out here," he said again. He almost sounded like he was in trouble.
When I got out the door they was both on this deck he built, really nice wood deck that goes halfway out over the yard. They had a comforter or sleeping bag or whatnot spread all out and there she was, the girl Cheryl, also spread out, flat on her back on top of it, playing with her titties. And my buddy 'as eating her. They 'as making sounds like to wake the old boy up out of my pants. I could see he'd got fingers up inside her, and her pussy was churning out the pudding, and he didn't look up from his supper when I got there. I tell you, things started getting all crowded and sweaty inside the crotch of my jeans.
Finally, John pulled away from her meat, the drool hanging from his mouth, and said all rushed like, "go on there fella, stick your little man in 'er hole afore she cums!" He'as pinching on her tittie as he said it. She was making these little, high, pip squeaky sounds that I wouldn't of guessed were coming sounds, but I took his word for it. He had taken his fingers out of the hole and he was pointing at it by stabbing at the air, like I needed directions. His face was up on top of her bush, probably all concentrating on her love button, so I had a good view of the rest of that slick pussy in the beam of light from the house.
"She's about to let go, buddy." John's directional air jabs got more and more forceful.
"Bury your bone up in there, man."
Why didn't I? I'll never know. Wet pussy, all warmed up, loose and open. So easy it woulda been. I mean, maybe it was the idea of putting my dick so close to my buddy's face or whatnot. Or maybe I was just struck dumb by the sight -- not that I hadn’t seen plenty of sights with Mary Louise and the swinging we do and all.
But right then this girl Cheryl screamed and I just stood there fully dressed watching her cunt mouth beating, that there hole was clenching and unclenching like a fighter. Oh, she had some sweet pink lips down there. Me, watching the juice pump out and the squeezes getting smaller -- oh, yeah. It was a sight. A sight to beat all.
My friend patted Cheryl's pussy and I was jealous, I wanted to at least pat it myself, but when I went over there to set my hand on her red jellies, she was sitting up. They both got up pretty sudden. She started that walking around naked again. John kept his drawers on. She brought more beers out onto the deck. I tried not to stare at her tits, which weren't all that big, but they stuck out like arrows and the ring around her nipples 'as wide and dark so's it says hello and gets your attention. She puttered over to here and back to there and those pleasing little titties got to blinking at me like an ad on a porn site. I'm watching her, getting all hard, kind of liking it, but kind of wishing I could just whack off and go to sleep. She goes to fix up the corners of the big blanket thing, I'm watching her as she bends over. Watching her muff open. I start feeling primal, out of doors like that and with a naked lady running around.
"Next time, you gotta join in," John said.
"Yeah, Randy," says the girl.
I just kind of laughed and drank out my beer. She sat down on the deck, cross-legged and her pussy opened. I 'as thinking I might just jump her. When she drank out her beer, she threw her head back, her titties rising up, her neck all stretched, and even her smooth, bald arm pits were a turn-on. And when she slammed the beer bottle down on the deck, I 'as glad. I's about to go over there and cuff one of those titties, lift her up and set her down on the blanket with her legs open and just slide on into her.
But John went over to her and like he'd read my mind, except he lifted her up and grabbed her by the beaver.
"C'mon girl, we got some business to finish."
And he got her down and climbed on top of her in no time and then he was inside her. I 'as watching him sort of slip slide in and out of her, like a pig in a mud hole, just awallowing and not having a hurry on earth.
And he says, "Come help me here, there, boy. This fine girl needs to get all her parts done at once."
"Yeah, Randy, come suck my tits for me will ya?"
And by then I was so horny I didn't think or pause or anything, but I was over there on the blanket with whole tits in my mouth, my suction lips pinching, my tongue ravaging the nipple, my hand going wild on the other mammary, pushing, prodding, rubbing, squeezing.
[to be continued...]
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Lady Luck (V)
by Charlie Haverson
[The following is part 5 of the ongoing story, "Lady Luck" about a happily married trucker who swings with his wife and has a lot of other opportunity on the side. If you missed parts 1 - 4, they are alive and well and living in the archives. But for now, here's where we left off:
"And he says, "Come help me here, there, boy. This fine girl needs to get all her parts done at once."
"Yeah, Randy, come suck my tits for me will ya?"
And by then I was so horny I didn't think or pause or anything, but I was over there on the blanket with whole tits in my mouth, my suction lips pinching, my tongue ravaging the nipple, my hand going wild on the other mammary, pushing, prodding, rubbing, squeezing..."
And now for Part 5:]
She gasps a good deal as I work her titties over and John eases into her more rhythmically. I'as pressing on my dick through my jeans from time to time and my hard-on was getting that buzz, where if I's standing there naked, my dick'd be bouncing like a fishing bobber. I'as fixing to just wait til later and I's on my own, and just yank myself off.
Then John pulled out. The girl, Cheryl, tried to look up, "What's going on John?" she asked. But I'as in the way between her and him and real busy taming her sassy titties.
"Thought it might be nice to warm up your bum, Cheryl," my buddy was saying.
"Oh, yeah, baby," she growled. Then she patted my cheek.
"Come on there big guy" she said to me. "You can help give me some double penetration."
"Hmnn," I grunted. I had no idea how I was going to do that, and with John hovering at her crotch and all, it sounded kind of awkward. I was thinking it just felt good sucking tit, being able to fit the whole thing in my mouth and sort of map it all out in my head at once. The gristly ridge at the bottom, the slippery, satiny flesh at the top. And cherried off with the taste of nipple on the back of my throat.
"OK, then" she said to me, "you lie your head back on that blanket and I'll get over and feed you my tits."
I did it instantly, eyes closed and mouth opened like I's dehydrated and waiting on rain to come down from the sky. She got on all fours and mashed her mammaries into my face like to smother me. We was both trying to work my pants down. Meanwhile, I sucked everything, almost in self-defense. I started adding teeth to my sucks, pulling her skin in between my teeth. Sort of rubbing the teeth sideways on the stretch of skin I'd pulled away from her nipple.
She grunted, then moaned. Her voice was almost low as a whisper. A sweet, groan, and then she's slowly circling her hips. She took my free hand that wasn't grappling at the waist of my pants and put it on her fur and I rubbed it over her pussy, but I didn't dare go in where it was wet. I rubbed that beaver warm. And then my finger met John's hand. I felt around his hand and I could tell he had two fingers up her butt hole. I could feel his hand moving in and out, massaging inside her chute.
I was put off and turned on at the same time. And as I heard it and felt it with my hand, her all grinding and moaning, I got more turned on.
If I could ever get my dick out, I'd be taking the bottom hole while John took the top -- which was her bottom.
And I then started thinking about bottom again. I ain't really thought about it all that much. I'm a quick sort of guy with all the truck stop action being pretty short and sweet, on the fly, like. And well, I ain't had much time to think about butt holes. Except for the rear view I get sometimes with those swinger gals. The kind of swinging me and Mary Louise been doing, it's not all that adventurous for the guy, least not the couples we been with.
So there I was on the road in a threesome with some stranger chick, and I started thinking of how nice it would be to have a lady's bare ass bent over my lap and me working my own fingers inside it. Working that pucker over like shoe leather as the hole got squeezing and a-rippling. In spite a all the slapping, I never even put a finger inside a Mary Louise, it occurred to me. And I'as starting to think what I been missing.
All of a sudden, the girl was offa me and onto John, who'as at the other end of the blanket. She's kind of sitting on him, or kneeling straddled over him. She swallowed his dick up inside her just like that. Then as she doubled over on top of him, he'as mouth-mauling those titties I already done made raw-pink and trembly. He'as making a lot of noise on 'em. Like they's chicken soup.
"OK, Randy," the girl said, "saddle up, now."
She slapped her full flanks and they made ripples like a trotting mare's when she said this. Slap. Ripple.
I'as just watching her riding pole, squinting, to tell the truth, to see if the pussy resin'as forming a ring at the base of John's pole.
"She got a spare hole there, partner," John said. "She's all warmed up for you." He pulled his mouth away from tittie custard just long enough to say this.
As he was saying it, the girl dribbled a mouthful of spit into her hand and smeared it on her open crack. Then she flapped her hand around on the blanket till she found this tube of lube.
"Here ya go, big boy," she said.
I thought of John filling up her open cunt and me drilling her from the butt and wondered if I'd feel all that commotion inside her while I's in there -- two poles rubbing against each other through her inside walls -- and I was so doggone hard I couldn't stand it. I got behind her. She had two of her fingers in her own bum hole, stretching it open. It was slick. And there was slick all over her crotch -- bush, pussy, ass -- and she'as moaning and I got my jeans clean off, holding my stiffie towards her ass crack.
She'as rocking up and down and going "Oh lordie, oh lordie." They both had a hand between their bodies, so's I knew someone'as touching her up on the cunt button -- not sure which of em it was.
I come in behind her. She'as rockin and twisting.
"Move your finger's on outa there, girlie, I'm coming through," I said.
I'as really trying to take aim and situate myself so I could poke her cornhole and ride it true as a piston. But she was moving so much, and you know, it's not all that easy to get it in a butthole if you're used to how a pussy just spreads open to let you in, cuz a ass ain't quite as anxious. It was like I's stabbing at a wall -- sometimes my dick wasn't near the hole and I'd push along till it almost hurt. Next time I could feel the head of my dick push against the soft part where the opening was but it wasn't opening. I'd get about half a second's try and then she'd have shifted again and I just started kind of seeing red. I was going to give up, but I thought I'd give it one real hard try. So I slapped my hands on her rump to hold it still...
[To be continued...]
Lady Luck (VI)
by Charlie Haverson
The following is part 6 of the ongoing story, "Lady Luck" about a happily married trucker who swings with his wife and has a lot of other opportunity on the side. If you missed parts 1 - 5, they are alive and well and living in the archives. But for now, here's where we left off:
"I'as really trying to take aim and situate myself so I could poke her cornhole and ride it true as a piston. But she was moving so much, and you know, it's not all that easy to get it in a butthole if you're used to how a pussy just spreads open to let you in, cuz a ass ain't quite as anxious. It was like I's stabbing at a wall -- sometimes my dick wasn't near the hole and I'd push along till it almost hurt. Next time I could feel the head of my dick push against the soft part where the opening was but it wasn't opening. I'd get about half a second's try and then she'd have shifted again and I just started kind of seeing red. I was going to give up, but I thought I'd give it one real hard try. So I slapped my hands on her rump to hold it still... "
And now for Part 6:]
She's still pumping and twisting on John's pole and damnit, my old peter, straight hard and pointing like a sword, wasn't staying still enough for me to guide it true without my hands. It's flapping out there in the wilderness with bits of cum dripping off the nipple when I hear her going "Oh, Gawd, oh gawd," And she shoves her fingers back in her asshole. She's like jerking up and down on John's belly and I see his ass coming up to thrust hard so's he can come off now, and I'm watching cream flow from her cunt down his jumping balls and I'm watching that tight, squeezy butthole sucking on her fingers like a kid on teat and bad as I wanted to be in there, to be those fingers, I just let go all over the ground. Couldn't stop myself.
After that, the girl was tired and went on off home. Those are the disappointments of life.
When I got back into home territory, I told Mary Louise the whole damned story. Didn't see no reason not to. And you know what? She damned near laughed her ass off. Laughed like a damned hyena. And me who's always been good to the ladies, always treatin em right and so forth; good to my wife, letting her set the rules for our loving and all that kind of thing. So what'd I do to deserve the ridicule of Lady Luck and the goddess of good love, and my own damned wife I ask you?
I think I was about to give up my belief in Lady Luck. Started calling all those "rewards of good love" ideas a bunch of pure hog wash after that. Told myself, when I get back on the road, I'll fuck every lucky lady that sits within ten feet of me. Now mind, I had a change of heart since that time --temper tantrum was all -- and I know right down deep not to ever mess with the lovin goddess. But at the time, like I said, I's feeling real sorry for myself and I wanted to let loose on her. Not to mention Mary Louise's laughing at me like that kind of stuck in my craw and made me want to show the woman a thing or two. In my head I pictured telling her how I'd fucked pretty, tight buttholes from Kansas to Tennessee and how goose-down soft they are and how hard they hugged on my dick, harder 'an her old cunt could ever do. Just to spite her for laughing. Oh, yeah, I rue the day I had those nasty thoughts -- lady luck and the goddess of lady lovin has seen to that...
Whilst I was still feeling sorry for myself, I hit an all time low. Road was lonely. Truck stops were dry. And to top it all off, I had the bad luck of being on the road for my birthday -- fortieth birthday at that. I had a mind to fuck my way across the country -- cunthole or asshole, didn't make no difference. But still, when some lucky lady come up to me at a truck stop, always something wasn't right, and for one reason or another, my heart -- not to mention my dick -- wasn't in it. I actually had a girl jump up on the rig, pull up her top and squish her bare titty into the cab window. Great sight to see, I'll admit. You think for a minute of reachin out and grabbing it so you can feel the soft meat of it in your big hand. But the thought of taking things any further... she had all that energy. And you know, I was just feeling like I wanted something smooth and slow. Just to feel that cushion of pussy hugging round my dick.
Then I started recalling the time me and Mary Louise and this single woman were in 'at gal's hot tub together. There's me and those four beautiful tits bobbin atop the water and their four sweet nipple pits lolling back and forth. Even so, heat and steam made my dick stay kinda low key, and it was like a drugged hard-on, not jumpy with excitement, just lazy-hazy like eating a good meal. Girl's pushing her titties at me and I'm thinking of Mary Louise. I guess my wife and her good ways, and our swinging, made me a certain amount of satisfied. And sometimes my home lovin just looked too good for me to go and put it to any lady that spreads her legs my way. Then I said to myself, maybe it's just I'm getting old. Fortieth birthday and all. That put a damned scare into me. And when I thought like that, I started to think, hell, I can open up that beaver and pump this young chick into tomorrow, ain't no life gone out of me yet. But then there she is all giggly bouncing on my cab with her sassy little titties and I just didn't give two hoots. What come over me, I ask you?
After that, well, the trip dragged on and I's getting more and more down till the big day hit and I woke up in Nowhere, Kansas, alone and wishing for any damned piece of ass and then thinking of calling some high class call girl, cuz what the hell, it's my birthday, right? And Mary Louise called me in the morning and told me she had presents for me and talked dirty to me, and that cheered me up for an hour or two. Then I called her in the afternoon, just to hear her voice and have her remind me it was my birthday. Told her I'd be staying at the same truck stop I always go to about an hour out of Memphis. But really, I was planning on pulling in closer to town, and spending the night in some dirty nasty blues bar where you can feel up the drinking ladies on the dance floor cuz they're all drunk and hard up, and you can go on to grind your cock into 'em while you dance with 'em, so slow you're just about fucking. You can grind 'em right there on the floor till your dick gets rock hard and they know what's going on, but they's feeling it too and just want to keep on feeling that hot bitch way. With the right loose lady, and the right moves, you can even shoot right there in your jeans on the dance floor. But then once again, when nightfall came and the quiet that can get a man all unnerved set in, I was an hour out of Memphis and I checked into the same familiar truck stop I always do. The same exact one I'd a told Mary Louise I was going to stop at. And a little voice said "pussy whipped" and another voice said, who gives a good goddamned. I was just plain tired!
Too tired to go to a club, I mean, and all that extra stuff that you gotta do to get to the good stuff, showering and dressing. But I can't say that I wasn't still hoping to bump into some young, hot thing with her bouncing tits spilling out all over everything, so's to say suck us please! Even though I was too down to really do much scouting. So I called Mary Louise to say I was stopped for the night -- and she didn't answer. I really wanted to hear just one more happy birthday, but oh, well. Don't always get what you want in this life.
Or do you? Because just then I felt someone sitting down next to me, close. You know how you can just feel a woman -- how she moves. And then I could smell her, like spring flowers, the ones with all the excited sap of life in them. There were about five of us on the bar stools and she had sat right next to me when there were enough empty seats so she coulda left some room. She was after something.
I took in her scent for awhile. And when she reached out to take her drink, I dared to look at her hand, inspect the little gold chain around her wrist, the long shapely fingernails painted a pale pink. She had to be fine. Without looking at her, I could also tell she was tall. She wore expensive clothes, nylons on shapely legs and a skirt that showed plenty of leg where she sat, but with her legs crossed below the knee kind of elegant like. Didn't want to turn. She'd singled me out alright. Why make it easy for her? She probably wanted money. She was too much class to hit on a dusty trucker with three-days' ride on his clothes and not expect lots of money. I didn't remember no high class professional ladies at this place. But things was changing everywhere, so... And you know what, I was inclined to consider paying her for it, no problem. It was still my birthday, damn it all.
[To be continued...]
Lady Luck, Part 7
by Charlie Haverson
[The following is Part 7 of the ongoing story, "Lady Luck" about a happily married trucker who swings with his wife and has a lot of other opportunity on the side. If you missed parts I - VI, they are alive and well and living in the archives. But for now, here's where we left off:
"She'd singled me out alright. Why make it easy for her? She probably wanted money. She had too much class to hit on a dusty trucker with three-days' ride on his clothes and not expect lots of money. I didn't remember no high class professional ladies at this place. But things was changing everywhere, so... And you know what, I was inclined to consider paying her for it, no problem. It was still my birthday, damn it all."
And now for part 7:]
She sat drinking; I sat drinking. She sat there so long, I thought perhaps I had totally misread things. I was about to turn and make some small talk when she spoke.
"You know much about Memphis?" she said. Her voice was a purr, a wild cat purr.
"I drive through it a lot," I said.
"Got a light?" she asked.
"Nah. Jerry'll have one," I said. "Jerry, could we have a light for the lady?" I reached out when he brought it over. I wanted to get ahold of the thing. To light her cigarette, to have her bow her head my way so I could have me a real good look at the pucker of her lips.
When I flicked the light for her, I got my first look. Stunning. Full lips, painted a pale color. Long eyelashes, downy blond angel hair, sweet button nose, and on down. No bra beneath her pale blue blouse, top three buttons unbuttoned, so if she moved, you thought you might get to see one escape into full view. And when she did move, it was like her hot little titties giggled under the shirt. You know I was hard just sitting there. Getting harder.
"So what'd you want in Memphis?" I asked her.
"A man," she exhaled as she said it.
"Any particular man?" I asked. Whoee, was I sweating just then.
"A man who knows how to treat women good," she said. "A man with good hands, gentle and slow, who takes his time." Hot, embarrassed, I glanced over to see what Jerry was doing. Busy.
She kept on going at it. "I want to find a man who can bend a woman over his knee, slide her skirt up over her soft behind to her waist, just as cool as you please."
"Don't need no Memphis man for that, lady."
"And when he sees she's not wearing any undies --"
"She's not?"
"Uh-uh. And when he sees this, the man I want to find knows exactly what to do. He works her over good with his hands, so she's wet and loose."
"Yeah?" I said. She was making me so damned hard I thought I wouldn't even be able to last the hour she'd probably make me pay for. "And what then?"
"This type of man can find his way inside her."
"Yeah, well. And what do you make this guy pay to do all this to the lady in question?"
"Pay?" she said. She frowned at me.
"That's right, honey. I weren't born yesterday, you know."
"Ah, see. I knew I'd have to go to Memphis. You're not talking about the right kind of man at all."
"Why's that?"
"Cuz I'm looking for a man who won't pay the lady anything. He takes what he wants and gives her what she needs. And both of em come away happy."
"Honey, you got every man in the place'll do that for you." Don't know why I said it. Didn't want to call attention to the fact or miss my chance, but she had me all shook up.
"But right now, Mister, I'm looking at you," she said.
I watched Jerry for a minute, wondering if that bastard knew it was my birthday and had paid for this one. But if he had, he wasn't letting on one bit.
"Yeah, OK. I'll bite," I said. "Suppose I say I'm the one you're looking for. What do you say to that?"
"Come to my motel room and show me," she said.
"You're staying here?" I asked. Pretty stupid, I know. I mean the hotel was nice and all, like for families and it was an upgrade from the trucker bunks that were attached to the bar, but still, I couldn't quite picture this class of a woman staying there."
"You got a husband in your room or something?"
"No," she said, all surprised sounding.
"Yeah, OK," I said. "So let's go."
I only gave a tiny thought to Mary Louise. Wondered if she'd be jealous, seeing as how this woman here was more beautiful, more money, more like a Hollywood starlet than any of the women we usually got with. And I did have a little image of Mary Louise eating this lady's soft downy pussy while my dick was inside it. I thought that Mary Louise would enjoy it and felt a little sorry for her missing out. And then that other thought -- about her laughing. And I said, she gets just about all the damned pussy anyway, so now it's my turn. And it was decided.
She took my hand right away, gave it a squeeze, and then pulled it into her, nudging it into her tittie. Lordie me, so soft I coulda kissed it right there. Man I was trying hard to control myself, but my dick had sprung wild just then and it wasn't going to stand at ease any time soon.
At her hotel room door, she looked in her purse for the key a second, stopped, looked at me, said, "Oh I get so frustrated sometimes. All this heat just builds up. Could you find the key in there, please." And she stands there, lifts her hands and starts rubbing her titties all around. She reaches under the shirt and does the same thing, then she starts undoing buttons. I'm fumbling in the purse and watching her and wetting my drawers and looking out over the parking lot to see who's watching all this. And by the time I got the key out she's standing there with her shirt unbuttoned and the breeze blowing it open just enough so you can see two halves of tit, a gust blows it up and you see a nipple, another gust, and there are a couple of truckers at the far end of the parking lot and a couple coming up, getting a free show as I jam the key in the door.
"Wait," she said. I'm staring down at two of the most perfect titties known to man, with tiny little goose bumps on them from the breeze, just a peeking out from that shiny satin blouse like shy teenaged girls.
"What?" I said.
"There IS someone else in the room."
[to be continued...]
Revealing Miranda (VII) . . . . . . . . (The Conclusion)
by Kris Kennedy
[This is part VII, the conclusion of our ongoing story "Revealing Miranda." If you missed part VI, it's alive and well and living in our archives along with parts I - V. You can click on the link below to read any of the previous episodes you missed. But to get you started, here's where we left off last week:
"My wife Vicki clamps down and Miranda yelps, thrusts her lower back up so she's practically in backward bridge pose with the pink junk of her pussy thrust out of its dark fur. And you know what? The little tramp is wet. By god, she's wet. All sorts of cream in there, welling up at the cunt edges. She's loving this. Loves having her nipples bitten by my angry wife, her twat exposed, a jealous wife's breasts crushing her, a jealous wife poking at her pussy. I'm partly disgusted, and I go to pull Vicki off her by the arm. No, I'm not really disgusted. No, not at all.
'Get off me,' the girl says dully.
...
'OK, Vicki, that's enough,' I say, timidly touching her arm. Brute conscience has me trying to stop Vicki all while I'm drinking in the sights like a lush. Sights, sounds, smells, oh. But I also don't want Vicki to go shrieky on me. I'm a torn man..."
And now for the conclusion:]
"You should get off me now," Miranda says. "Cuz if you really want him to show you what we did, I'll have to get on all fours."
"Sweet Jesus!" I say. I can't believe she'd be this crass while my wife has her pinned down. "Please, this is enough."
I'm expecting Vicki to start beating this girl around the head, or screaming or something.
"Yeah?" she says to Miranda. "So that's how it was?"
"Oh, Christ," I say again. "Why do you want to do this?"
But Vicki gets up and Miranda gets on all fours, hands and knees with legs spread and arched back, her ass and pussy all god, pink, wet, open, inviting.
What can I say? I have a raging hard-on.
"So let's show your bitch how you fucked me," Miranda growls.
Oh, god, wanting to poke her, watching her, almost terrified to look at Vicki, who is being too quiet, dangerously quiet, so I look. Vicki is pulling bra straps over her shoulders, she's yanking the bra cups down her tummy. Her meaty breasts roll out. So fat I want them. She's stripping faster than my mind can get around it.
"Honey -- " I say. But I stop. I don't know what to say because I'm not sure what's happening. My wife is suddenly naked on the lawn in all her pinky roundness. She's running her fingers over the opening of Miranda's upside down cunt, her pendulous breasts swinging over Miranda's ass. Two naked women, so different, so beautiful, and -- I can smell Vicki's juice -- both so wet. All my systems say this does not compute.
Vicki pats Miranda's pussy and says, "Her hole is waiting for you, big boy."
I'm just standing there in shock.
Then I'm watching my wife go around to Miranda's head where Miranda is lowered onto her elbows. Vicki sits, spreads her legs, slides her ass down, so her plump, oozy cunt is wide open under Miranda's face, and she says, "Eat me while my husband fucks you, you slut."
And Miranda goes down on her. Her ass and twat are spread in the air, her face is buried in my wife's pussy. My pants are wet. My wife is moaning and squirming, her thick breasts are rolling back and forth over her chest, back and forth, as the girl's up-thrust cunt winks at me and salivates.
What's going on here?
"Oh, god," Vicki says. Then "Fuck her baby. Get your meat out and break open her tight little pussy, baby."
Oh, god. I'm so hard I think if I touch my harry, it'll go off. The damned hard-on has overpowered every spec of decency -- of guilt -- I own, while my wife is talking such coaxing, convincing trash, talking up Miranda's hole, making it like the girl's some kabob on the grill I need to stick. I give up. Nature speaks. Fuck now, pay later.
What it comes down to, eh? Opportunity knocks, figure out the bullshit later.
God is Miranda wet! The slide in is so slippery, and when I pull back, her wet on my dick captures the cool air. Ungh. A good thrust. My wife somewhere forward making high-pitched shiver noises. Slam. My thighs meet pussy cushion. Miranda grunts. I squeeze her ass cheeks to pull her cunt in tight. I won't let it get away. Ungh. I want my cum to reach through the insides of this girl to my wife on the other end.
It's like Miranda's reading my mind, my give and her take are so in sync. It's like I'm being sucked into her, this little cunt. And I'm crying, if you can believe, crying as I fuck and fuck and fuck, hard, feeling the recoil of my blows echo through her body -- a tremble of her vagina, a shudder of her breasts, a quivering shimmy her ass flesh.
"That's right," she purrs.
It's her voice. She's sounding girlish and electric and horny and needy.
"Take me hard. Make my insides hurt daddy."
It's such a blur of lust. I remember grabbing nipples, fingering asshole, pressing so close and so deep. I remember shooting hard and picturing Vicki. The little she-bitch is kind of tittering, little vocal shudders. Vicki is grunting like an ox. I know she is working hard to get that come. So I'm free to work on this little she-bitch I'm pumping, lightly now because I'm shrinking fast. I reach around her and work her open so I can pinch her clit. She yelps. I start rubbing it -- so gently, but there is so much wet lube all around it, I'm not worried about friction. I seize hold of the girl's nipple, the one without the ring, squeeze it, knead it, tweak it, pull on it, stretch it. Still working her clitoris. She's crying out.
I hear Vickie scream. "Ohh!"
And I hear Miranda whisper "oh, god." As Vickie settles back, Miranda reaches her hand up, places it on top of mine and guides it over her clitoris. When she comes, groaning like a dog, she grabs my hand and forces my fingers in her hole so I can feel it beating all warm around me. When she drops to the ground in exhaustion, I'm the only one standing. Two women lying on the grass, one ass-up, the other breasts-up, like full moons. I miss having my mouth on them. I look at my wife's pussy. The juice of mingled come-saliva is all down both her legs, globs cling to the hairs of her bush. I'm surprised to see Miranda's hand resting on my wife's bush just at the mound. And when I stoop my head down I can see Miranda's pussy lips, still partially opened, and limp from my pounding. I think, poor things, they may not close for hours. But then they're so young and pert, I can visibly watch them edging together as if they're about to pray. It is such a sight, the two of them there, I can feel my cock wanting to rise again. It doesn't quite. Not yet.
And then it occurs to me -- OK, finally -- that I have been played.
"Have fun?" Vicki murmurs.
I say nothing. What can I say? I'm just starting to get my bearings.
"It felt like he was having fun," Miranda says to her.
The smells. Oh, the smells of freshly cummed women. And here I had two of them. Their fine aromatic blend was almost too much to bear.
"You come off?" My wife asks the gardener. "That man knows how to handle a woman, no?"
"Oh, yeah," Miranda says. "Every bit what you promised."
Promised. Promised. . .
Oh, yeah. I get it, now. And I get that they're saying all this for my benefit.
"As much as I've enjoyed eating your pussy these past few months, Miranda, it's ten times better when my man's in on it." This is my wife talking.
"You don't hear me complaining." Miranda shoots back. "Your man does good work."
"So you think we've convinced him to go for a threesome every now and then?" Vicki asks.
"I think we may have won him over."
"Maybe we should ask him."
Miranda is holding one of my wife's breasts in two hands, bringing it to her mouth so she can lick all around its wide areola. I'm a little envious. In my mind, I can taste that breast. The salty moisture that collects there, on the pink, when my wife works hard for her cum. My cock twitches awake. But I say nothing.
"I hope he's not too mad we did it this way," Miranda says.
"I think, overall, he can't get too mad, right hon?" calls my wife. "He'll admit he liked the thrill of it all, won't you dear?"
Yeah. I'm speechless. Don't expect to hear anything from my side of this conversation. Vicki moans and Miranda giggles. As I watch the sucking, my cock rises. Vicki has sensitive nipples. Without seeing them, I know that Miranda is making them hard. Look out or she'll want to go round again, I think. Too late. Vicki's moving her hips already.
"Should we ask him to join us?"
"I see he's coming to attention again. What do you think that could mean?"
Their voices all coo-y and strumpet-ish, I almost think I should be pissed off. All the guilt and shame I went through. And there was Vicki, up to tricks the whole time. Getting Miranda on the side, same as me! Eating pussy, same as me. The thought occurs to me to put them both over my knee -- Miranda's tight lean ass and Vicki's fleshy, rimpled, pale ass -- and spank them good. Over my knee, their supple cheeks. Make some sharp sounds, make them quiver, make them pink. But when I picture the sex -- those two moist cunts spreading and inviting… come to dinner, they're saying. Suck, taunt, taste the exciting variety of our breasts; nibble and tug on our nipples.
When I stretch my nostrils and inhale deeply. . . oh, no. No, that's not anger at all. That's bald, white heat. And I'm just going to take aim and dive in.
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