Episode 13

“Hi Baby!”

“I’m the baby.”

Venus Flye beat her hardworking truck driver and strict master Dixon Moretti before he could even say hello to his girlfriend Christina Holly. Laughing at herself as she played a game on his cell, it was she that technically answered his call. “Sorry mommy! Daddy’s right here.” For Christina that term mommy was going to take some getting used to. The kid was just too cutesy for her own good.

“Where else would I be? I’m the driver of this rig.” He scowled at the 80-pound extension beaded beauty in the passenger seat. “What’s up Golly?” On speaker now thanks to the adult toddler. Venus looked a hell of a lot younger than she really was. A serious attraction when selling her body to some pretty sick and twisted guys. The ID said 18! Fact or fiction, who knows! Dixon was hearing a sob story one minute and an age he just couldn’t peg down as any certainty without running that ID for himself. If her story was true that might alert all of the wrong people and bring hellfire down on his and her life. He like having the critter around. Good for his head and his bed.

“Eve just left. She helped me put away the groceries but needed to go. Would you like to know how my day went?” Christina plopped down on her sofa to enjoy a moment of alone time. She knew within the hour at least one person would come by for a blowjob or more. It was nice to relax a bit.

“Put your feet up and talk to daddy.” He instructed.

“So, now you’re my daddy too? Shouldn’t that be Poppy? Does that end with a Y or an I?”

“Don’t matter, close enough.” He chuckled, “Fill me in.”

“Well, Eve and I went for breakfast first. I wore your blue flannel shirt with nothing under it.”

“Meanin’ no bra?”

“No bra, no pants, no panties, no socks. Only flip flops and your huge shirt. I look good in it too. Eve took a model shot I’ll send you along with a couple videos. Baby? Can I be honest with you about something?”

“All ears.”

“I think I’m falling in love with Eve.” She giggled. “You’ll understand when you see our videos. I wish we’d gotten some inside the grocery store, but everything happened so fast we didn’t have time.”

“What all happened?”

“Eve and I fucked two grocery store employees inside the dairy cooler, so cold. My nipples are still thawing out. It was crazy sexy baby. They kept us warm with friction that’s for sure.”

“Nice! So, your Ginger’s chummin’ and cummin’?”

“We get along soooo well. I’m really glad we met. I kind of feel badly though, she’s cheating on Rosco now that she’s reliving her past. It’s getting to her, but she can’t stop now that she’s started. Pics sent first.” She had fired of her flannel poses from all angles including bending over and letting it all hang out.

“Got it. Open it up V-Neck.” Venus still had his cell. Opening it to a series of four pics Venus showed Dixon by crawling on her knees to reach him for a closeup observation. “You look better in that shirt than I ever did. Belongs on your side of the closet here on out.”

“Can I steal a couple more? I like wearing these, they’re comfy, just hot this time of year. Nothing underneath it helps though. I leave most the buttons open too.”

“I can see that Miss Belly Button.”

“Eve says I should get my belly button and nipples pierced. What do you think about that?”

“Go for it. Clit too.”

“Ouch! I bet that’s painful. Is that an order baby?”

“Wait until I get home, I’ll take you and Venus for bling.” Venus bulged her eyes and covered her chest feeling the agony of a needle going through her nipples already.

“Do I have to daddy?”

“Reckon not! Seeing Golly’s collar though, I’m thinkin’ you need one.”

“Spikes?” She grew giddy.

“Sure! My lil’ lap dog.” He chuckled. “Now tell me somethin’ Critter, you want spikes but not needles?”

“It’s going to hurt.” She whimpered with a pathetic look.

“Suck it up! I changed my mind. I want you both wearin’ bling. Live with it!”

“Anything for my daddy.” She mumbled and curled up in a ball.

“Send those videos, Golly.”

“Just did.” Christina kept busy while listening. “Does Venus wear your shirts?”

“My wife beater down to her ankles.” He laughed. “Has to pull it up when she walks or her whole upper body beats the wives. Meanin’ she can’t hide her chest. So far ain’t no businesses raised hell when she goes in for coffee or vittles. I forbid her to wear clothes in the truck.”

“I bet the other truckers love seeing that.”

“She’s a showoff.”

“Daddy threw my clothes out on the highway in Arkansas last month. Big meanie!”

“Did you need ‘em?” He leered with a stern look.

“Never again. Only your tank top daddy. Tank you!” So cute!

“Does she go barefoot?” Chris grew curious.

“Tennis shoes and nothin’ else. Not in the rig though. Those are the only clothin’ I let her keep.” Venus opens the first video, one forwarded by her breakfast club at the pancake house. Watching Chris pour maple syrup all over herself in the parking lot of the diner, then five men lick her clean was pretty amazing. “Looks like you were havin’ a sticky good time Mrs. BIG BUTTerworth. Eve lickin’ ya?”

“I licked her too. Sorry, I didn’t get video of that we were too busy.” She giggled. “Easy to get sidetracked when you’re eating.”

“What’s the second video?”

“You will just have to see for yourself.” Christina was proud of their accomplishment.

“Double dickin’ a cucumber?” He and Venus, both lost it at the sight of sloppy cunts being rammed with a big green pickle. “Well, ain’t that a pill dickle? You two are buttin’ heads.”

“HAHA! We took most of that cucumber in. It felt incredible. Climax in the grocery store parking lot.”

“A’ight Golly. We’ve got a truck stop up ahead. We’re going to grab a shower and buy some munchies for the road. Heading into Oklahoma for one last pickup, then deliverin’ it to Waco Texas. From there ain’t sure yet. You fightin’?”

“For the ring? Can we talk about that face-to-face Baby?”

“Still shocked?”

“Somewhat! You did ask Venus to marry you, right?”

“Reckon so.”

“I’m happy being adopted mommy. Don’t be sad, daddy loves you.”

“He obviously loves you too, Venus.”

“I know! I’m happy just acting like his wife. Daughter even more.”

“That’s enough squabblin’. Christina Holly?”

“Yes Baby?”

“Will you give me the honor of walkin’ down the aisle?”

“I did that at Baldi’s today.” She giggled, finding it amusing to toy with his emotions, as much as avoiding a direct answer that she might regret.

“Answer my question.”

“Can I think about it? I mean technically we’ve both been cheating on one another. Is that any way of being, if two people love one another enough to stand before the eyes of God?”

“You say you love me. I love you. Way, I see it, we’re better for one another more now than we’ve ever been.” A glance at Venus finds the young woman in thought. His words might have struck a sore spot. The longer he winced at the girl she withdrew her emotional reaction and smiled back at him. “Relax, Baby Slut! You’re not goin’ nowhere without me.” He whispered. She melted in his gaze and reached over to rub his arm softly. V-Neck was in love too and if that meant being second fiddle, so be it. She had nowhere else to go anyway. She felt totally safe in daddy’s arms.

“And I do love you. I just don’t know if I’m ready for the other side of that I Do. We’ve survived this so far Dixon, can’t we just see what the year brings before jumping in headfirst? Not that I dislike giving head.” She chuckled nervously. “Can we agree that love will keep us together?”

“Captain and Tennille at a time like this.” He sighs, “What’s next Muskrat Love?”

“Oh, my gosh! My grandparents used to play that song. One of the few good memories I had living with them.”

“Days gone by Golly.”

“Please understand me baby! I swear I’m not going anywhere unless you force me out. Can we see how things go once you see me in action, share in it with me, me you?”

“Me too.” Venus jumped on the hand wagon, her fingers teasing her clit while razzing Dixon. “I want in.” So did her fingertips, two at that. Viva Las Vulva!

“If that’s what Dixon wants, I’m more than willing to share.”

“Yay!” Venus sank into her seat planting one foot on the dash to fuck herself. Seeing that Dixon knew he needed to buy his kid a toy.

“A’ight, Holly Golly. Ring gets put away for a rainy day. Blinging in the rain!”

“Thank you, baby. I’ll always do my best to make you happy. Wedded or not.”

“I got faith in you. Truck Stop is comin’ up Golly. Lord knows we both need showers here.”

“Think of me up against the shower wall.” Christina smiled nibbling at a nail, it reminded her she needed to paint her nails. It wasn’t anything that she did often but seeing Eve’s perfect nails she felt it was time to up her accents. “Only do Venus instead.”

“Do what mommy tells you Mister.” Venus reacted as she showed Dixon her wet fingers. He nodded with a wink confirming his desire to do just that. “Bye mommy. Miss you!”

“Bye Venus. Keep daddy happy until he gets home.”

“I will! There’s nothing I won’t do for daddy.” So cute! Even Christina had to agree on that note.

“Call me tomorrow.”

“Record more sex. Top yourself woman!”

“I’ll keep you buried in footage baby.” She loved being filmed so that was hardly an amateur request. “Maybe next week I’ll go back to the grocery store and get video in the cooler for you.”

“Anything and anywhere Golly. Hardcore!”

“Yes daddy.” She giggled, “Clean behind your ears.”

“Uh huh!” Dixon ended the call and careened off of the highway into the truck stop, a seedy stop but it offered hot showers and a gift shop full of useless postcards. “Grab our towel.”

“I’ll wear the washcloth.”

Bed, Bath, and Beyond!

Stimulated by the idea of a personal wardrobe Christina Holly strolled to their bedroom closet. Gathering up all of the clothes that she never wore she hauled them out and threw them on the bed. Keeping only a Sunday dress in case she needed to look normal for any function that might require it, the rest seemed pointless. Half of her wardrobe didn’t even fit anymore. With Dixon’s blessing she moved four of his long sleeve shirts to her side, two flannel, two thinner materials but cowboy style. She tried on one of his old T-shirts, but it didn’t cover her tracks so to speak, beyond her hips. Nightshirt at best but why bother she slept in the nude these days anyway. Digging deeper she discovered a brown duster style trench coat that she had only seen Dixon wear one time ever, back when they first met face to face. Curious she took it off of its hanger and tried it on.

“No wonder he never wears this.” She felt snug in it, “If it’s tight on me, probably because of the size of my girls and my ass, it has to be tight on him.” While it did fit her it barely came together in front. With no sash on it the coat would literally have to be held together. Looking down at her toes she found the tailored hemline just below her knees.

“He must have bought this in his teen years when he was shorter. I love the look of it on me.” She admired herself in her dresser mirror. “I am so adopting you Cowpoke.” Wearing nothing underneath it she gauged what she looked like without holding the collars together. It left a two-inch gap between touching all the way down. With no buttons or sash it was just a throw over style coat. “A hint of what’s beneath can’t hurt.” She giggled. Thing is her cunt was in perfect view even if her swelling breasts could only be seen right down the middle, side boob easily captured because her monster titties stuck out so far. “You can see my holster. I’ll refer to it as Pistol Peek.” Eve Adams humor was rubbing off. Dixon’s as well. Delicate fingers moving up her tummy through her cleavage she shivered, “Head me off at the pass, Boys. Maybe that’s pass me off at the head Boys.” Too funny! Pyoo! Pyoo! Smoking finger guns blown out ended her silliness.

Considering a brown cowboy hat on the top shelf to go with it she scowled, “I don’t want to have flat hair, not for me. I need boots, Eve did say we should go shopping so those are on my list. Hold up!” She paused in thought, “I totally forgot that Dixon bought me a pair of undies that I’ve never ever worn. Too silly I guess.”

Digging into her intimate drawer she found the orange G-string with white letters written in almost fine print on the crotch that said, Posse Cuntrol! “As if he thought I’d ever wear these. Guess now might be the time.” Slipping them on the tiny patch covered most of her twat but the top of her hood swelled out into a visual. “No tugging these up unless...” Pulling them inside her labia was the only way her hood was obstructed from view. “Spike’s Peak it is. Hood ornament! If I got pierced down here like Dixon said, it would look sexy. I might have to toughen up and get that done.”

Taking the coat off, she hung it back up on her side of the closet but left the G-string on. It was comfy and she loved seeing that hinting hood. Prowling in only that G-string she considered a few more of this type of under garments if she could find them. Taking a picture wearing them she sent it to Eve and Dixon for when they might see it. From there she cleaned house dragging her unwanted outfits to the back room and casting them over her tanning bed for later. Ten minutes after sending the pic Eve replied back, “Ooo! Those are cute. I have a few like that.” It became a modelling session between girls as Eve put what she had on and took pics. She even wrote, “You can send those to Dixon if you want. LOL!” Chris intended to, even if Eve hadn’t offered. One of them said Licky Here Son! Another pair in yellow had the cartoon character Tweety Bird perched on a human penis with the caption saying, I Thought I Saw a Puddytat! I Did! I Did! I Did!