united states singles-alternative personals-cutie girls

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…]