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Lady Trucker

By: houseboyservitude



My wife and I have a very happy marriage. We both have large sexual appetites and a taste for sexual adventure. We care very much for each other and we like to see our partners enjoy themselves and take pleasure, especially sexually. We have tried swing clubs and dogging, but we found that trucker fucking had become our favorite flavor. We like to listen to the cb chatter and hang out at truck stops. At this time, our experience had only been my wife fucking a couple of truckers in their big rigs. She was becoming quite a trucker fucker and I liked to watch. We consider ourselves in a swinger relationship rather than a cuckold. There was nothing stopping or denying me from taking part in our trucker adventures. As we were just beginning the trucker fucker lifestyle, we had focused on my wife getting the action and I was secure enough in our relationship to be happy to watch her get fucked by truckers and really enjoy it. The best part of any sexual adventure is not knowing what is going to happen and finding some nice surprises.

We were on the open road heading for a truck stop a few hours away for our next trucker adventure. We listened to the trucker chatter on the cb and my wife would get on and talk dirty in her sexy voice under her call handle, Hotwife. Like an internet chat room, some of the regulars on the radio knew each other well by the chatting. Hotwife was getting well known on our favorite channel. Most anytime we were driving, my wife liked to flash the truckers and show off her DD headlights. When she first started flashing, she flashed every trucker. We were surprised how many lady truckers there were. Lady truckers seemed to have mixed reviews on being flashed, some seemed to like it, and others didn't. Now my wife waited until she could see the trucker and if it was a male, her top would fly up and her big boobs popped out.

Hotwife's dirty talk on the cb got her lots of propositions and offers. Some horny truckers could get real pushy and demanding and I do believe they would travel far and wide to come fuck my wife. I could only imagine the impact on the country's businesses if truckers pulled off their routes and drove out of their way in hopes of fucking Hotwife. Discretion was also a key concern of ours and we made it a point to never announce where we were taking our trucker fucking adventures to. We also liked to move around to different truck stops with the hopes of never hitting the same one twice. 

Sometimes when Hotwife gets going on the radio, she can really work up the truckers. The channel was very busy this day and the propositions wouldn't stop. Finally my wife had to get on the cb and say, "I am coming to a truck stop tonight and I'll be looking to party in a big rig. I am not commercial company or a lot lizard, I'm a swinger that thinks truckers and big rigs are hot. My husband is always with me and will watch and keep me safe. I'll be looking for fun at a truck stop tonight, but I'm not gonna tell you which one, you'll have to wait until after dark."

This slowed the chatter down a little, but it did not stop it. Some truckers kept demanding to know which truck stop or wanting to meet her someplace else. She was very firm with them and refused to give anything away. After she repeated her message over several more times the propositions almost stopped. The cb chatter slowed down and it seemed that life was moving on. Then we got a pleasant surprise when a female voice called out on the cb, "Hotwife, this is FreightQueen, honey, did you say you're a swinger and your husband is always with you?"

"Affirmative, FreightQueen."

"Well, honey, I know you've gotten lots of offers, but I just have to put mine out there. I've been on the road and it's been a long time. I could really use a man right now", said the female voice sounding a little tired and desperate. I kept driving along quietly as I usually do while Hotwife plays on the cb. This proposition was a surprise and there was an awkward silence as my wife thought for awhile. I looked over at her and she got back on the cb and asked FreightQueen to go on a private channel. The two ladies chatted a bit as though they were girlfriends for some time. The next thing I know my wife was making all the arrangements for me to have a chance at some lady trucker fucking.

There was a change of plans and we had to turn off our course and head in another direction to rendezvous with FreightQueen. Thank goodness for GPS and cell phones! My wife cancelled our hotel room and booked another close to the truck stop rendezvous point. After the new plans were made I asked Hotwife if she was disappointed that she would not be trucker fucking tonight. She smiled and told me she wasn't and that she found this very exciting too. She laughed and said she liked making the arrangements and she felt like my pimp. I said that I felt like a piece of meat.

We found the truck stop and had dinner there. This time we really took notice of all the lady truckers. One of our favorite games at truck stop diners is to watch the truckers that are inside and try to guess which big rig they drive. We were now much more aware of the number of lady truckers and we found their big rigs were no different from the men's. Normally we take our time at dinner, but this night my wife seemed to rush. She told me we had things to do to get me ready. She seemed to like taking control and she really did start acting like a pimp.

She took me to a nearby department store to get something sexier to wear. Normally she is the one trucker fucking and she wears only panties, a nighty, and a robe. She seemed intent that I should also maintain such a tradition. In the lounge/sleepwear section she picked out a robe and tank top for me. She really hemmed and hawed on underwear, and decided on a plain looking pair of boxers. When she goes trucker fucking, she likes to leave her panties as a souvenir and she always goes through the trouble of writing her Hotwife handle on them. She decided that I should also carry on such a tradition. That meant that we had to get paint to decorate my boxer's too. When we got back to the hotel I had a beer and turned the television on. My wife commented on how lucky I was because she would always have to spend so much time getting ready for a big rig. As she sat at a table working on the boxers, she said, "We need a call handle for you. We should kind of match, and since I am Hotwife, you should be HotHusband. I think it'll just be HotHub."

The hour approached to meet FreightQueen. I put on my boxers, tank top, and robe, and my wife insisted on putting some gel in my hair. In the past, when she went out in her nightys we were always able to leave the hotel without being noticed. Of course, when it was my turn there was a female guest walking by that noticed and had a strange look as we walked out. Of course my wife thought this was funny. She insisted on driving and told me that pimps always drive. It was already dark when we arrived at the truck stop. Hotwife got on the cb and made communication with FreightQueen. We couldn't see her big rig as it was parked in the middle of a big lot that was full of trucks. FreightQueen gave us some directions and we were ready to go.

We stepped out of our car and my wife took me by the hand and started to lead the way. It felt awkward to be walking around in underwear pajamas like that. At least it was dark. It seemed almost too quiet in the lot and we didn't see anyone as we made our way weaving around the big rigs. As we got closer we heard a lot of commotion. There were a lot of people down the way and it looked like there was a fight. We were able to slip by and nobody noticed us with all the action being at the fight. We came up to the location FreightQueen had told us. I could see her white Freightliner big rig. We strolled up and the door opened and we were invited in.

I didn't know what to expect, which was probably part of the thrill, but FreightQueen was a rather good looking lady. She was probably in her late forties with pretty auburn hair that she wore pulled back by a headband. She was a little on the chunky side, but she looked good and had pretty green eyes and a nice smile. She was very polite and lady-like and sat in her driver's chair wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans. I greeted her and moved back to the sleeper and sat on the bed, making way for Hotwife to follow me up and sit in the co-driver's seat. FreightQueen greeted my wife and made a comment about Hotwife making the cb radio interesting again. FreightQueen looked me over and said what a good looking guy I was. Hotwife looked at me and said, "Hothub, you're to be naked when you're in a lady trucker's big rig."

With that I stood up and removed my robe. Both women had their eyes on me. My wife smiled and enjoyed the moment. FreightQueen's eyes were wide open and focused on me. I took my tank shirt off next. I keep in good shape and FreightQueen let out, "Mmmmm", as her eyes worked over my chest and abs. I knew it was now time for the full monty, so with both women watching me, I slid off the boxers giving full view of my cock and balls. My cock quickly rose to full attention and I could tell that the women were getting aroused. I sat down on the bed, naked and exposed, waiting for the next move. My wife leaned over to FreightQueen and said, "Go and get him, honey."

With that, FreightQueen was right over on her knees with her hands wrapped around my cock. She took to my cock with great enthusiasm, giving me some good strokes with her hands before taking it in her mouth. Her warm and moist mouth felt great around my cock, and FreightQueen was able to take it quite deep. She moved one hand slowly up my belly and to my chest and then back down to fondle my balls while her other hand held and stroked me cock as she took it in and out of her throat. I reached down and touched her face before gently stroking her hair and moving around her head. I leaned down a little and took her tee shirt and started to pull it up. As FreightQueen released my cock I finished removing her shirt. I slid all the way down on the bed and pulled her on top of me. She worked her hands across my chest and came down to gently bite my nipples. I ran my hands up and down her sides and felt her soft skin. I reached around and unhooked her bra. Her legs straddled me and she sat up as I slid her bra down and off her arms. While she was still up I reached up and took her breasts in my hands. FreightQueen had a nice set of headlights with big nipples. I worked my hands up and down and all around her breasts. I then came to her nipples and played with them. FreightQueen was breathing heavy and getting rather worked up. 

I helped ease her down beside me and we lay on our sides. Her hands went right for my cock and she stroked it as I dripped pre-cum. I put my arm around her and began caressing up and down her back and along her side. I started kissing her chest and worked into sucking on those big nipples of FreightQueen. She was breathing pretty heavy and her eyes closed as she seemed to be savoring the moment. I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans and opened the fly. I slid my worked my hand around her back and then slid it down her pants to grab and squeeze her ass.

I rolled over on top of FreightQueen and put my hands on her breasts. I gave them a good squeeze and lowered myself down to nipple on those boobs. I slowly kissed her all over her chest and worked my way down her belly until I reached her pants. This seemed to really stimulate her and she anxiously started sliding her jeans off. FreightQueen had her jeans off in the blink of an eye and also took her panties off before I could. She reached up and grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her. She bit my ear and then said, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

My hand felt her very warm and very wet pussy. She was a very horny lady trucker. I guided my cock into that lady trucker pussy and very slowly pushed it all the way in. She moaned at the sensation and I slowly pumped my cock back and forth in her pussy. FreightQueen moaned louder as I began fucking her faster and faster. I worked up to a fast and furious pace and her moaning was out of control. Her pussy was sopping wet and I could feel the contractions as she orgasmed. 

I pulled out and gave her a short rest while I sucked on her nipples some more. I then raised her legs up as best we could do in a big rig sleeper, and I put my cock back in her. I had a better angle and was able to penetrate her even deeper this way. I humped away at that wet pussy and she was moaning like she had never had a good fucking before. With her legs braced against me chest and shoulders I reached down to her breasts. I squeezed her nipples as I pounded away at her pussy. I then moved my hand and started to thumb her clit. She shook as the sensations shot throughout her body. I fucked her and played with her clit like this until I felt her orgasmic contractions while she yelled out, "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh...oh fuck...oh fuck!"

I pulled out and FreightQueen lay there panting. "Oh, fuck! What are you doing to me?", she gasped.

"Roll over, and I'll show you my favorite position", I replied with a smile. She obliged and turned onto her belly. She had her legs spread, but I closed them. I climbed on top of FreightQueen and I slid my cock between her thighs and right under her ass hole. I began fucking the lady trucker in this fashion and it provided lots of stimulation for us both. I knew that I couldn't keep my load much longer so I asked, "Where is that G-spot of yours?"

"Ohhh, uhhh, right there...right there...fuck...oh fuck", was the response that I got. I fucked her hard and made every effort to keep pounding that special little spot. I was having a good ride when I felt her start to orgasm. It felt like her pussy was vibrating as her muscles contracted. She gushed out some hot pussy ejaculations. This was more than I could stand and I felt my orgasm build through my body and I shot out a big and heavy wad into the lady trucker's pussy as she shrieked, "FUUUUUCK!"

It is funny how men feel so tired after sex and women often perk up. FreightQueen was like this. She seemed very chipper and hyper after word. I guess she needed a good fucking. Hotwife told FreightQueen to keep my boxers as a memento. She let me have her panties as well. I had to walk back and ride home in just a tank top and a robe that barely covered my ass while I free balled it. It was worth it though, and I was able to join the ranks of my wife as a genuine trucker fucker. 

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If you like this story or trucker erotica, you may also like to read A Trucker Takes My Wife and A Trucker Takes My Wife Again.

Lady Trucker Needs Help



True Story...

Another Friday night on the road, only 400 miles to go to deliver my load Monday morning. Nothing to do but cruise the radio. Plenty of time to look for some good, hot man sex. Sitting in my Volvo/White at the 76 In Texarkana. Freshly showered, powdered, and perfumed. 5'9"-185 lbs of Daddy Bear Trucker. I had jerked myself off in the shower but was still more than horny enough to take on any load that my come my way.

After closing the front curtains on my rig, I stripped out of my shorts and shirt, laid a towel on my drivers seat and cranked up my 148GTL, 300 watt linear, with a 50-watt modulator. Immediately, I heard the usual truck stop chatter going on, lot lizards and big radios dueling to see who could out-shout the other. I reached for my lube, dug in for 3 fingers worth and grabbed my 7" looking to keep my motor warm just in case someone decided to offer me a load.

My idling engine was sure a sweet vibrator through my air ride seat, my prostate was loving it. It wasn't very long before I heard a radio that was weaker than most in the lot. It was a LTD (Lady Truck Driver) asking for help! I keyed my mic and told her to go to Channel 24 so we could talk. She replied "Gone!"

I quickly wiped as much lube off of my fingertips as I could and reached up to change the channel on my radio. It must have been only 10 seconds but it seemed like hours, I heard "Fishlady" here. You out there?" I keyed my mic and told her "10-4, they call me Flavor Savor, I got a bodacious Hairy Lip, and I use it to savor the flavor! What kind of help are you looking for?"

She says, "Well, you might find this hard to believe, I'm looking for someone to suck off while they suck my husband." Now that was something that a bi-bottom trucker can only dream of most of the time! I had never considered it in my wildest dreams to possibly come real, but here it was. Years of Pickle Park man sex and this was the first time I would have a chance at a couple. Faster than you can snap your fingers I was keying back! "I can tell you aren't at the 76. What's your 20?" She answered "The rest area East Bound 30 on the Arkansas side." Between all the "Good Buddy" sneers and jeers I keyed my big radio and told her not to move an inch, be there in less than 5!

'How good is this?' I thought as I threw on my shorts and shirt, opened my curtains, and kicked it into gear as fast as I could. I pulled out of my spot and got on State Line Road in less than a minute. My 350 Cummins was straining to keep up with my need for speed. I somehow missed all the lights and made the right turn onto the Interstate in 5th gear. Two minutes later I was Jake Brakin' into the pickle park. Fishlady told me that her hubby would be standing outside their truck, looking for me. Sure enough as I slowed down I saw a driver climb out of his cabover. At first I thought I might have made a mistake!

He was so big he rocked the cab as he climbed out. 6'-3" or 4" and all of 250lbs if an ounce. I wondered just how in hell he fit in that cabover, not to mention he was running team. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair, heavy beard and tattoos up and down the two columns he had for arms. I just about fainted when he waved at me. This was my dream man for dream sex.

I rolled up next to him and rolled my window down. "Fishman?" He nodded and pointed to an open parking spot and in a voice that told me he was going to be in command (which almost made me wet my pants right then and there) "Put it over there. We'll be there in a couple of minutes." He didn't have to tell me twice. I parked it and threw on the brakes and started the process of closing the curtains again.

I had enough adrenaline flowing with excitement that my hands were shaking. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard him pounding on my drivers-side door. I opened it as fast as my trembling hands would allow. He rocked his way up into the cab and barked at me to open the other door and let Fishlady in. I stretched across from my sleeper and grabbed the door handle. Fishlady sidled up into the passenger seat.

They both appeared to be in their late 30's. She was a medium build, a nice medium sized pair of breasts, reddish hair, and a very nice smile.

Wearing blue jeans and a maroon knit top that really matched her hair, she grinned at me and said, "I hope you're not disappointed, but I just got my period and can't really participate with you two."

I frowned in a playful way and told her I was a little, but I was thinking the whole time about what I could do with this big bear of a driver sitting in my seat. I could smell him; he was musky, deep, and rich. He hadn't had a chance to shower that day, to my pleasure.

My whole body was alert, straining, anticipating what was happening. My dick was hardening just looking at him. She started to tell me that he had confessed to her that he was bi and loved to get it on with other men. He smiled and said that he had always told his first wife that he was going on a weekend fishing trip in order to get away for man-to-man sex. He didn't want to have to do that with his new wife and co-driver. She just nodded and grinned as he told me this. "I want to see you with another man for myself, I think it will be hot," she said.

Almost immediately he barked, "Strip!"

You don't have to tell me twice. I stood up in front of my bunk, tore off my T and shorts with as much speed as I could manage.

He twisted his way out of the drivers seat and stood between my legs as he took off his shirt. It wasn't easy for him, as tall as he was, he couldn't stand erect in the sleeper. His barrel chest covered with thick, coarse hair. He picked up his right foot and set it on the bunk right between my legs. I knew what he wanted without his asking. Pull off his black utility boot. Size 13 printed on the bottom. Did this mean what I thought it meant. Could it be? I tore off his sock and then the other boot and sock as well.

As I dropped the last sock, I noticed that it was darker in the sleeper than when I had started. I looked up and all I could see was a heavy brass buckle with a 2 1/2" black belt holding up thick, worn blue jeans. What took my breath away was the size of the package! I could tell that his dick was already half hard, but extended down his left pant leg to his mid-thigh. It had to be three fingers wide already with plenty of room for growth. (My hands are shaking just remembering)

He grabbed me by the head with both hands and brought it to his crotch so I could smell his manhood. I reached up and popped his buckle loose, unbuttoned his 6-button fly. Just what I thought, a forest of thick pubic hair with no underwear to hide it from me. The aroma sent my head into a fog. Is this a dream? No! It's really happening! Snap out of it... I reached behind him and pulled down with both hands. It took some effort, but I was able to get his jeans down to his knees. As they passed the end of his manhood, it slapped me on the cheek. I couldn't believe the weight of it.

Fishman bent over and finished pulling his pants off. As he did I looked at Fishlady. She was flushed with excitement herself with one of her hands buried in her still-covered crotch.

I lay back across my bunk as he turned and lay back next to me. My breath was ragged as he reached over and grabbed my hard-on with his massive paw. It almost engulfed my entire prick. He smiled to let me know that he liked the feeling of my shank in his hand. I let out a sigh and reached out with my left hand and tried to wrap my fingers around his pole. They didn't quite make it.. I swallowed hard. Can I handle this monster?

We stared stoking each other as our breathing started to get heavier and to my surprise, he rolled over and wrapped his mouth around the head of my joint. The strength this man bear had was incredible. His weight on mine. I was melting under him. He took all of me down his throat. He knew what he was doing all right. I was so close to an orgasm and he had just started. I put my hand on the back of his head, but he didn't need any prompting. He was pistoning from tip to root on my hard dick. My groans must have alerted him because he slowed down and let me slip from his lips. "Not so fast, I want this to last a while. Now get down there and suck my dick."

He lay back across my bunk again, spread his legs, and indicated that he wanted me to kneel between them. As I moved off of the bunk Fishlady reached out and caressed my ass. I smiled at her and got down on my knees. He wasn't completely hard after spending time on me, but it didn't take long for him to become completely engorged again. Now I have sucked many a cock in my day, I love to take them deep down my throat. I have a special trick I like to do. While I have it down to the root, I swallow. The movement of the muscles in my throat drives men wild. There was one problem though; I didn't think I could even fit this massive dong into my throat.

Fishman was having none of that. As soon as I wrapped my lips around the head of his prick, he took control. With his hands on the back of my head, he began to force more and more of his pole into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to relax and settle in to his rhythm but that cock was just sooo big!! I got up from my knees and put my hands on either side of him so that I had a better angle. I don't know what I did, but somehow I felt the head slip past my mouth and into my throat. He slowed down and let me adjust to my new environment, his fuck toy. After a few seconds he began to put pressure on the back of my head. I gave in and as my eyes began to water, I took as much of him as I could. He had to be 11"x4". I gagged with about 2" left to go. I couldn't handle any more. He held it there for a few seconds, allowing me time to adjust again. I whimpered with pleasure, as he kept me there, to let him know that I was okay. Okay? I was in heaven!

He let me up and allowed his cockhead to reach my lips. I did my best to catch my breath before I felt him force me back down again. It was easier going this time but by no means was it going to be like all the others I have had. For the next five minutes I was doing all I could to catch a breath between having his pole lodged in my throat and my lips. My own dick was dripping pre-cum so heavy that Fishlady reached over and swiped some for herself.

I can't describe, well enough, where my mind was. I had dreamed of something like this for years, but now it was really happening.

He finally pulled my head off of his raging hard-on and told me to rest for a minute, because "I am going to have me some of THAT!" pointing at my ass. "YES!" I thought. A true man fucking like I have never had.

After catching my breath, he asked me if I had any lube in my sleeper. I reached for the elbow grease and handed it to him. He opened it and got a finger full then told me "On your stomach for the fucking of your life." I turned over faster than a pig on a spit and spread my cheeks. He was rough with it. No waiting, He jammed two fingers up my ass. I relaxed my sphincter as he shoved his sausage thick fingers in and out of my asshole, every time scraping across my prostate, making me leak even more. When he felt I had loosened up enough he added a third finger. I was rocking my butt to match his moves. The pain, the pain had left, the pleasure had arrived. I wanted that monster cock, I needed that monster cock.

I had buried my head in my pillow as I felt his big man weight shift behind me. He kept those three fingers impaling me as he pulled my hips up with his free hand. I was at his mercy and that's just how I wanted it. He placed the head of his 11"s below his fingers, lining it up for a quick insertion. He pulled his fingers away and placed that wide head against my hole. He leaned forward with his weight, the pressure was unbearable. With a slight nudge forward, he planted the head of his cock in my ass..."UUmmmmph!!!!!" I had never been so stretched! Pain like fire!!! Burning!!!! My breath was gone. My mind was exploding. Could I really take this?

Fishman waited for a moment, he could see the intensity of the moment that I was going through. He waited almost long enough. His own sense of urgency was taking over. He wrapped his hand around my hips and brought his entire weight down on me as he pulled me back to him. I could feel his meat impale me as he forced it inside. I had never been so full; I had never been so delirious. I was stretched to the breaking point and I finally gave in to the overwhelming sensations that rocked my body. This is what I had always wanted. This is what I had always dreamed of.

As he reached bottom, I could feel his pubic hair against my butt and his rock hard balls against my thighs. He groaned and stayed there keeping me captive to his wanton will. He slapped my ass and asked, "Well, what do you want?" I could barely get it out, "Fuck me, fuck me, ffuckk mmee..."

He pulled himself out of me. I felt a rush of air fill my anus. He chuckled and drove himself back into me, no waiting this time. He took me in one motion, all the way to his root. I closed my eyes and thrust back as he came forward. He started a rhythm; pulling himself about halfway out and stroking himself back in again. He pounded me time after time after time, taking rest every few minutes. Slow stroking, rocking, catching his wind, only to start with his pounding again. I'm yours now.... Take me.... unh...unh...unh...... These were my thoughts. I could only make the noises a man being man-fucked can make.

He went on this way for twenty minutes. I could feel his sweat mingle with mine. I thrust back to him with each thrust he came at me. I was able to finally gather up the strength to begin to pressure him as he pulled back. Slowly at first. He began to groan as he withdrew. I knew I was having an effect on him. Relax and let him in. Try to keep him in as he pulls out. Again, again, again. That's it! I was going to force him to unload in my ass. That's what I wanted. That's what I dreamed of.

He began to lift me off of the bunk by the hips. I knew he was close. He finally pulled me to him and held on. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH".

I could feel his pole as it pulsated against my insides. He slipped back for a split second and drove into me again. His juices were filling my belly. I was given over. I was where I had always wanted to be. Being filled, dominated, consumed by my dream bear man.

We collapsed into my bunk, he rolled off of me. I felt him as my body released him. I was empty, but satiated. I turned and placed my head in his lap. As I knew I should, I began to clean him with my tongue, tasting the bitter saltiness of our combined juices. I turned back to him. He took my head in his hand and kissed me. A rough kiss. A kiss that made me know that we had finished.

I lay there in my sweat and juices, eyes closed. I heard her voice, "I didn't know, I didn't have any idea." 



Lady Truckers Are Motherfuckers



Donna Dunnigan: 40, mother of four 
Lorna Fitzbaugh: 40, Donna's best friend, mother of three
Lulu DeLong: 33, OTR (over the road) truck driver
"Magic" Moreau: 28, OTR driver, part of Lulu's gang 

Donna Dunnigan & Lorna Fitzbaugh huddle in a corner of the chilly, dimly-lit room they'd been brought to a few hours earlier, crying softly and trying their best to comfort one another. On their way to New Orleans for a two-week vacation, they're run-off the road by a tractor-trailer and "doolie"-type pick-up truck, pulled from their rented SUV, and tossed-into a waiting van. Their hands are bound, and their mouths gagged, and after a bumpy, seemingly-endless ride, their eyes are covered and they are deposited in a room in the kidnapper's hide-out, scared out of their wits wondering how in the world they've ended-up in such a hopeless situation.

"Lorna, Please try to be quiet" Donna begs, hugging her friend of 20 years a bit tighter. "Try to calm down; I promise we'll figure something out. We just have to get hold of ourselves, and think calmly and rationally."

Sniffling, the mother of three tries to do as Donna suggests. " You don't t-t-think they'll k-kk-kill us, do you?" she whispers.

The question sends a fresh wave of despair through the brunette, which she quashes with a mighty effort. "I think they would have done it by now, if that was their plan" she whispers back, hoping her voice sounds convincing. " I think I heard them talking about ransom money; hopefully, they've already contacted Bill and Lou and it won't be much longer before they get whatever they want and let us go"

Lorna brightens a bit. "Yes, that's right! Neither should have much trouble raising enough money to buy our freedom; we might even be free by tomorrow morning!"

"Don't get too excited, honey" Donna warns. "Let's just sit tight and wait to see what happens when they come back. I'm sure they'll be in before long to check on us"

Comforted, the two friends manage to doze a bit, holding hands and huddling together for warmth. 

"WELL, WELL, WELL...AIN"T THIS SWEET!"

The women are roused from their fitful nap by the loud, derisive taunt of Lulu, the apparent leader of the small gang. Lorna's arms tighten around her friend as the near-debilitating fear she has managed to quell. "What are y-y-you going to dd-do with us?" she quavers.

"Don't worry, sweets, you're about to get some answers to your questions" She crooks a finger at the cowering blonde. "Let's go; we're gonna have a lil' talk"

Lorna is frozen in place; she can't move. 

"NOW, BITCH! GIT THEM TITTIES MOVIN' OUT THE DOOR!" Lula yells. 

Lorna is out the door like a shot, stumbling in her haste. Lulu catches up with her and steers her down the hall through another door, which is much better lit and appears to be a living room, which opens into a small dining room and smaller kitchen. 

"Make yourself useful, toots, and make some coffee" Lulu orders, gesturing in the general direction of the kitchen. Lorna quickly complies, hurrying so as not to elicit a repeat of the anger Lulu has shown she is capable of.

She is concentrating so intently on her task that she doesn't notice Lulu creeping toward her from behind. Before she is aware of it, the other woman has reached around under armpits to cup the warm, heavy weights of her breasts in her palms as she molds her front against that mouth-watering behind she's desired since she first saw it. Despite her fear and surprise, Lorna's huge nipples spring to immediate, eager life; Lulu chuckles as they grow stiff and rubbery against her kneading palms. "I knew you was a hot one!" 

Lorna can't think straight; her husband hasn't touched her in months (Doctor's orders) due to his high blood pressure and work-related stress, and she is so desperate for the caress of another that even though her mind screams 'NO!' her body's reactions to the intimate fondling can't be denied.

The horror of being felt-up by another female is over-ridden by the awakening of her long-repressed lust. 

"Oh, God", she whimpers, struggling weakly in the lady trucker's arms, "Please don't; I have a husband, a family" 

Lulu trails one hand down between the protesting housewife's legs and dips between. Her fingers encounter a damp patch which has seeped-through the material of her skirt, which contradicts the busty blonde's protestations. "Your husband's a lawyer, right?" she grins. "I think they call this 'incriminating evidence' " she chortles, pressing her fingers against the steamy, panty-clad mound hidden between Lorna's legs, eliciting a gasp from the red lips of the sexy mother. The wet patch gets wetter.

Through the cloud of lust blurring her mind, Lorna is aware of something hard and phallic-like pressing insistently against her behind. What could that be?, she wonders. 

"Get them jugs out in the open honey" Lulu orders, and Lorna obeys without thinking, her shaking fingers fumble with the buttons of her blouse while her captor works on the zipper of her skirt. 

Lulu tugs the garment down past Lorna's wide, womanly hips so that it pools at her sandaled-feet.

She expects a pair of sensible, white cotton panties but is pleasantly surprised by the brief, lacy red satin undergarment she encounters instead. "Oooo, wifey; you're a naughty one!", she says with a wicked grin. 

"Oh, no" Lorna pleads, blushing furiously as her wispy panties are whisked down over her hips and ass and her plush bottom-cheeks are pulled apart. This woman can see her pussy and asshole!

Her pleas fall-on deaf ears as Lulu's hot, knowing tongue worms between her lightly-furred labia and makes contact with her up-thrust clit. The protest dies in her throat and turns into a bleating "Ahhhh!"

Lulu's fleshy tongue darts and dips, fluttering incessantly in the sticky depths of Lorna's drooling gash. All pretense gone, the heavy-titted blonde spreads her legs and humps back against her kidnapper's hungry tongue, no longer caring that it is a woman giving her this long-denied pleasure.

Then, that delightful mouth-digit abandons her oven-hot cunt and laps greedily at her puckered pink anus!

It swirls around the crinkled outer ridge of the starfish, bringing a different, more guttural groan from the voluptuous mother. Her asshole flutters and quivers as Lulu's questing tongue tickles the pink interior, utilizing her specialty: "anal tongue-darts". 

End of Part One

Thanks to everyone who has written to encourage me to keep writing and to let me know that even though I make mistakes, my efforts are appreciated. To those who don't like what I write: 

THERE'S NO FUCKING LAW THAT YOU HAVE TO READ IT!! (or comment on it!!) THE PATRIOT ACT doesn't require it, Nor the CONSTITUTION, or any State laws that I'm aware of, so....fill in the blank yourself/selves. It really pisses me off when free-loaders don't contribute a DAMN THING and have the nerve to Fucking COMPLAIN when FREE PORN (repeat FREE PORN!!) is not up to your bullshit standards: FUCK YOU, and FUCK YOUR MAMA!! (okay, that's enough venting...)