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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.
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