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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...
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