Chapter 2

Lucy was playing with her pussy on top of the white leather sofa dressed only in her signature high heels and black leotard that was so tight that the fabric rode up into the crack of her ass and almost disappeared.

Her pussy didn’t seem to mind the attention and it was purring like a kitten with all nine lives. She had a jet black pussy that was like a furry lump of coal with two glowing eyes right in the middle. The pussy’s name was Scotty and he was a he with a capital “H”. I knew his game right away the first time I saw him sitting on Lucy’s shoulder with his long black tail draped down over her tit. This was one of those almost-human cats with wet, pink tongues that never stopped licking in inappropriate places. She took the thing to bed with her each night and I had these terrible pornographic visions of her pussy taking charge of her every thought, word and deed.

I was sitting on the matching white leather love seat with Miss Margaret perched on my lap squirming in little concentric circles to make my nasty-minded dick consider her lack of undies as an invitation to get hard as a rock.

Miss Margaret was not another pussy.

Well, I guess she is a pussy, but in a nice way because she was a doppelganger for my Lucy in almost every way except her skin was two shades lighter due to an abject fear of getting skin cancer. Her grandmother had died of skin cancer the previous summer and she never got over it after learning all about the dangers of those tanning salons and the sessions out on the beach getting roasted on the spit of having a nice summer tan.

Lucy knew that I was screwing her Best Friend Forever Margaret in every one of her openings and that the deceptive Margaret was pretending to be Lucy at every turn. She would wear the Lucy perfume, dress in the Lucy duds and even move each finger and her precious ass in the exact same way when bending over or just lying on her tummy with her cheeks all plump and ready for action. Lucy and I had a long history of her jerking my meat for me, of us engaging in oral sex with her on her knees and me up between her ass cheeks with my well-trained tongue that knew no shame.

We had tried to do a “pie in the sky” threesome a few times, but they always seemed to crash and burn with a lot of laughter, giggles and downright failure to launch at take-off.

I was jealous of the fact that the two of them together could heat up the pages of any dirty magazine and they really looked like they meant serious business when it was “69” time in the old homestead.

In all honesty, I had to admit that with my eyes closed tightly, I couldn’t tell if I was licking or screwing Margaret or Lucy and in a way I guess that was good for me because Lucy was not all that free with her pussy ever since she met that guy Mark with the huge dong they both called “King Kong”.

So, in consolation, I was humping the juicily compliant Margaret these days and pretending she was Lucy to help me drain real hard when it really counted. She would shout out things like, “Give to your Lucy girl, Harry, stick that thing up where the sun don’t shine.”

As for me, I would whisper in her ear, “Open up for me, Lucy, baby, daddy needs his Lucy loving to make him feel good tonight.” We were a fine pair of pretenders, but in our way it worked like a charm because I always got that tingle that made me feel “Lucy satisfied” all over down there and Margaret always got to experience a fantastic orgasm screaming in a Lucy-like voice the entire time.

I was right on the verge of creaming Margaret real good in the white leather love seat when the bell rang on the front door and in walked a pair of bad-girl escort girls from the hotel circuit downtown. I knew both of them and had actually done the younger one called Monique in her cute little ass on more than one occasion. She was a bit of a lightweight when it came to brainpower but she was a hell of a butt-fucking anally focused female that loved dick in the ass at any time and twice on Sunday.

The first time I ass-fucked her was when she stumbled into my car parked at the Whataburger with the windows down because my engine was off and I was eating a double burger with an order of fries. She was mumbling and I could tell she was under the influence of something and I didn’t think it was booze because most of those escort girls stayed away from the booze because it interfered with business. I figured she was doing some weed because it was so plentiful that the teenagers around town smoked it more than cigarettes. Strangely, one could get arrested for smoking a cigarette even in the street in our town but weed was considered not a problem because the state legislature had given it the full medicinal and recreational go-ahead with the word for all cops to keep hand off on the dope-smoking public.

I remembered that she smelled of the weed, and that she needed a shower real bad because she must have been in a long session with more than one client and had that look of an exhausted cunt with lots of goo leaking out through her panties. It was enough to curb my appetite for the Whataburger and fries but I soldiered on bravely and stuffed another big bite down my throat without asking the smelly girl called Roxie to find the right car to sit in.

One thing led to another and I curtailed my dinner to pull down her smiley face panties in the rear to line up her brown eye for a nice taste of sweet stuff in my greedy groin. I stayed away from her pussy because she was leaking badly and her tight little star looked all pristine like those clients were fixated only on her pussy or her pretty little mouth. I think it was the weed more than my magical cock that made her all wild-like with my dick in her ass. It was surely memorable because she must have orgasmed a half dozen times whilst my burger was getting cold. The sound of her perfect little buns slapping into my muscular legs made me hornier than hell and I have to admit I screwed her butt so hard that I was almost seeing stars as well.