Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 13:39:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Patty Parker <buxom_lesbian_slutmom@yahoo.com>
Subject: These Lady Truckers Are Motherfuckers!

These Lady Truckers are MOTHER-FUCKERS!

by lesbian_slutmom

FF/Reluctance/Anal Sex, Dominance, MILFS

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...)

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Note: this story, as are my others, is also posted at www.nifty.org and
www.asstr.org; they are usually posted on those two sites much quicker
than Literotica (not a criticism, just a fact...)

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