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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]