Author's Note: You guys are the best! I enjoy reading your great comments and advice, and I will try to use some of your suggestions in future stories. I have had a few suggestions about finishing a story before starting another. I see their point, but as the majority of the stories are "series", I'm writing them chapter by chapter, which works better for me, time-wise.
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The dominant truck driver's expert oral pleasuring of her most private orifice had driven all shame and revulsion at having sex with another woman from Lorna Fitbaugh's mind . I didn't ask for this, she reasons, she's forcing me. I don't have a choice; she'll hurt me if I don't give in. She trembles with a lust she's never known before as the hot, probing tongue swabs the inside of her rectal passage and her thick, stubby fingers piston in and out of her now-sopping cunt. Her husband is a wham-bam-thank you-ma'am type lover and not at all inventive. Lorna wasn't a virgin when she married and so her Lou's is neither the smallest nor the largest cock she's ever had; though she's had better lovers, Lou stacks-up well in respect to penis-size (she's measured him at almost 8" fully-erect). If only he weren't so conservative! He's never even tried to fuck her in the ass, and he just goes through the motions when giving her head, which is rare. Normally, it takes the sexy mother at least half an hour to warm-up: this woman has her creaming and on the verge of cumming within 10 minutes! How can this be? She's not a lesbian, and has never been attracted to another woman...has she? When Madonna tongue-kissed Britney Spears she told her friends and neighbors how disgusting it was, but secretly she'd felt a little "twinge" in her stomach each of the one billion times she'd seen it run on television. She's hotter than she's ever been, and she wants to be fucked –HARD!
Lulu stands suddenly and stuffs her tongue into the panting blonde's mouth, not at all surprised when the kiss is returned hungrily by her over-heated captive. In the back of her mind, Lorna is aware that the salty tang she tastes as their tongues tangle is her own cunt and ass-juice, but she is past caring.
Lulu quickly and efficiently strips her of her blouse, skirt, and panties, leaving her bra on. The front snap on her bra comes-apart easily, and Lulu's big palms catch and cup her melonous breasts as they plop free of their lacy containers. Her nipples are hard and long as bullets; dark purplish-pink, with very wide, but nearly invisible aureoles. Lulu can't resist the tasty-looking nubbins, and bends her head to sample one. "Ooooo", the squirming mother whimpers, as her throbbing teat is bathed in warm spit. Her partner gives her breasts a lot of attention, nibbling and sucking and lightly biting the thickening stubs until Lorna is nearly wild with desire. All thoughts of her dear friend, Donna, have left her mind. The only thing that matters now is that Lulu go on suckling her tits forever...
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Donna is having issues of her own: a tall, coffee-colored woman burst into the room where she weeps
And shivers, feeling sorry for herself and her friend Lorna and praying that their husbands are able to raise the necessary cash to buy their freedom from this awful place. She is scared shit-less, despite her assurances to Lorna. The conservative housewife and mother is way out of her element here, and over-powered by her feelings of helplessness and despair. She is hungry, cold, and frightened. She starts to pray again just as Magic Moreau, Lulu's accomplice, storms in . Before she can move, Donna is yanked to her feet, turned-around so that is facing the wall, and shoved-up against it, banging her nose and lip against its hard, unforgiving surface. She sees stars and tastes blood, and so is unaware for a few seconds that Magic has grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked hard, scattering buttons in all directions and sending her E cup titties tumbling into the open. As she begins to regain her senses, she is vaguely aware that her shorts, then her underwear, are being tugged down over her hips and down her long, shapely legs. "DAMN, you fine!" the kidnapper chortles, running her hands over the brunette's luscious curves.
"Wha-what are you doing!?" Donna manages to gasp. "Get your filthy hands off of me!"
"OWWWW!" she screams, as Magic delivers a hard, stinging slap to her shapely, ample backside.
"You need to adjust your tone, bitch!" she snarls, delivering another blow to the brunette's wobbling ass. "You don't give no fuckin' orders here, you follow 'em, or you will fuckin' wish that had" Magic adds, in a lilting Cajun accent. "Or do I need to show you who's in charge?"
"NO! N-n-no; I'm sorry" Donna whimpers, "I-I won't give any more orders" she adds, sniffling.
Magic is suddenly contrite. "Thass better, cher. Much better...is better to be nice to Magic; make your time here much easier. Can you be nice to Magic, cher?"
"I-I don't know what you mean" Donna manages. "I'll try, but please don't hurt me"
Magic's hands slide under and around the shivering woman to heft a heavy mammary in each palm.
