AMY'S SLUT
I
got out to take a walk and smoke and cruise the truckers in the lot. Cars and trucks were interspersed. The same could be said for many of
their occupants—getting each other off in the dark recesses of the woods.
I
watched a sated trucker haul ass outta there just as another pulled in to take
his place. The driver smirked—his
bod perked up—as he set his sights between my legs.
Our
eyeballs locked, and he stretched to unlock the passenger side door. He pulled the curtains partly closed
and peered out through the little bit of window left unveiled till our eyes
entwined again. After a moment's
faltering, weighing the pros and cons,
I hopped into the cab.
I
found him lying on his bunk, flaunting his hairy bod. I bent down to suck the Fucker off, milking his oozing
Pole with my hot and slimey lips.
Pulling off that funky, unwashed Cock, I tongue-bathed his frenum and
his balls. He moaned and raised his hairy legs, letting them cum to rest beside
my ears.
Fuckmeat
to be sure! But
first I wanted to—no!—strike that!—had to—subdue the Dude. I stripped and lay down on top
him. Our lips collided
violently. I spit into his mouth. He swished my spit between his lips
like the connoisseur he was.
I sucked the salty exudation from his pits, while my expert fingers made
mincemeat of will! All the while
my hungry Cock stabbed blindly at his Cunt. At the height of his enthrallment, in the throes of his
ecstasy, I drew his hirsute thighs apart to administer the rimming of his
life. Few guys, Gay or
Straight, can withstand my hungry tongue; and his moans confirmed this Trucker
Dude had fallen right in line.
"Flip over so I can do you right."
Compliantly,
without a peep, he rolled over and offered me his Butt. On his right Cheek was this tattoo—two hearts and "Amy's Slut."
"Who's Amy?
Wife? Girlfriend?"
"Yeah,
but we're gettin' a divorce."
"Let me guess.
She found out you fuck around."
"Hell, no! I'm
the one divorcing her!"
I
buried my tongue up his Mancunt
and spit on his Pussy several times. I worked a digit up his Crack. I wanted him all slimey, wet and hot. Nonetheless, I plowed in slowly—letting
him adjust. But all for naught—his
well-worn Pussy could only have gotten that stretched out from years of taking
Cock.
"She ever strap a Dildo on?" Insidious chat at best.
"No way! I was
just her 'cuckold,' so to speak."
"Her what!?"
"She'd
bring her boyfriends home and let me watch. Every now and then she'd toss me one if she liked the way I’d
dressed--in heels, short skirt, and lacey bra with neon lipstick that smeared
all over my face and on their Cocks when I went down on them. I'd usually cum away with lipstick
smeared from ear to ear, Cum drippin' down my chin. I got pretty good at suckin’ Cock—if I do say so
myself."
"Is that all you did--suck the Fuckers off?"
"I'd
eat their Balls and Assholes, too."
"They ever fuck you?"
"The Bi ones did, and some of the so-called 'Straights.'"
"Bareback?"
"There
were no condoms in the house."
I'd
heard enough. After I'd
nutted him, he asked me to suck him off.
"Sorry. I just
shot. You better try the woods for
that."
I
dressed and left. I suppose he
thought it rude of me—not to reciprocate.
But, hey, you gotta do what's best for Number One!
When I got home, there was a message on the answering
machine, confirming what I'd been suspected all along. At last I'd tested POZ!
It occurred to me that could have ramifications for Amy's Slut and others of her ilk. So
what? I mused—as images of those I’d fucked and those I still deigned to do
flashed through my enfeebled mind. If HIV and AIDS is suits me, it’ll suit them, too—just fine!