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...presents... Truckin' an' Fuckin'
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by Omega
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>>> a cDc publication.......1993 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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Editor's Note: Omega states, "I swear to God I actually read this in a
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magazine!" Does cDc's White Knight have a secret life as a trucker AND a wife-
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swapping swinger? If it's true, it could really damage his teen-idol status
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and role model image for millions of impressionable youths the world over.
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HMM! On second thought, this must be an imposter in the story... 'cause if it
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was the real White Knight, monkeys would have been involved.
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- Swamp Ratte
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Ever since my husband Rick turned me on to troilism, I just can't seem to
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get enough. We enjoy frequent vacations but driving in the car to a distant
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spa does not afford us the chance to get to know many men who enjoy three-way
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sex. But the rhythm of the road, the vibration, and the breeze reaching into
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my shirt, caressing my breasts, makes me hornier than ever.
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Rick, my ever-resourceful sweetie solved that problem: he bought a CB
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radio. Our first day with it we got a conversation going with a trucker who
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called himself, "White Knight."
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I thought of a cute handle for myself and played along. "This is the
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Sandwich Maker. You horny, White Knight?"
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"Whoah, baby - you know what riding in this cab all day does to a man -
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that powerful rocking and shaking coming up through the floor and in the seat
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and in my bones?"
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"I surely do, White Knight. I'm so hot to hump I could take on a convoy.
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White Knight, I go in the middle, catch my drift?"
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"I guess they don't call you Sandwich Maker for nothing. I'm game,
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honey."
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White Knight and I arranged to meet at a rest stop. My pussy tingled with
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anticipation. He had thick, muscular arms and hair spilled out from under his
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sleeveless shirt. But his face was friendly, with wide, sensual lips and deep
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wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, etched by hard work and long hours. He
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watched me as I climbed out of the convertible, no doubt enjoying the sight of
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my luscious, heavy tits swinging under the translucent material of my blouse.
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I twirled around to give him a look at my long legs and round ass. Then I
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walked over to him.
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"White Knight?" His whole face lit up.
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"Sandwich Maker?"
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I nodded.
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"Wow! You sure are more than a mouthful - you ain't peanut butter, you're
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steak. Why don't we go over to my rig?"
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Rick tagged along as we went to the truck. The motor was running - for
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the air conditioning, White Knight explained - and my motor also started to
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idle. In back of the cab was a bunk. By now I could hardly wait to hop into
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it.
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I sat on the bunk with White Knight on one side of me and Rick on the
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other. I kissed my new friend and played with his zipper. His hand probed the
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edges of my shorts, and finally a finger made its way up past the panties and
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right into my wet pussy. White Knight had a nice cock, fat and lovely. I
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worked it up out of his jeans - it felt hot in my hands, like French bread
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right out of the oven.
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Meantime, Rick's nimble fingers reached around from behind me to unbutton
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my blouse. As he pulled it off, my trucker said, "Wow!" He pulled his finger
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out of my pussy and wrapped his hands around my tits, lifting each of them up
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to his lips one at a time. I pulled away so I could get a taste of this new
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cock. The flavor is always the same, but somehow subtly different. It slid
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up, over my lips, the sensitive underside rubbing my tongue. Rick succeeded in
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removing my panties. I felt his wet kisses on my back and his thin fingers
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brushing my clit, one slowly entering between my nether lips. I bobbed my head
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up and down on White Knight's lance, letting the soft tip hit against the back
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of my throat. He sighed with each stroke. Rick's lovely long shaft now
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proceeded to penetrate my pussy. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling. I
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could hear the humming of the air conditioning, the pulse of the truck motor,
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the sounds of Rick's hips slamming into the back of my thighs, and the slurps
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of my mouth on the trucker's hard organ. And sighs. White Knight sighed like
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he was getting banged by an entire cheerleading squad. Rick just grunted.
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Without warning, the man-flesh in my mouth began to eject hot, tart sperm.
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It flowed and flowed out as the organ pulsed and jerked, until I couldn't
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swallow it all and some spilled out onto his belly and jeans. Rick held me
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close from behind. He continued to move his rod slowly in me. I kind of
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leaned back, smiling spermily at the trucker. He slouched before me, eyes half
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closed. I turned my head and Rick leaned down to kiss my mouth. He held his
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face against mine as long as he could in our awkward position, held it there,
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tasting the other's cum on my lips.
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I turned my attentions to the rod in front of me. I worked it in my hand
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and licked the rubbery head. I rubbed my tits against it, all the while Rick
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ever so slowly moved in my pussy. With gratifying speed, White Knight was
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ready to go back into action. I disengaged myself from Rick and climbed up
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onto my new man's lap. I lowered myself on him, his thick tool up in my hot
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pussy. Then I held him, pressed my body to his, mashed our mouths together, as
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Rick penetrated my ass passage. Rick's slender shaft slipped home with little
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difficulty, as I am accustomed to having it back there, and it was still slick
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with my juices. He moved now even more slowly than before. I could feel the
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two cocks almost joined in my body. Rick kissed the back of my neck, leaned
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forward, his hot breath in my ear as his stiff prod pulled back an inch, then
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pushed forward an inch. Then he stopped moving. Nothing happened for a few
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seconds, and I wondered if he'd lost it. But he groaned, his body shaking, his
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rod throbbing in my behind. He gripped my hips and a flood of hot cream
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invaded my rectum. After he finished, he eased out of me.
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Now White Knight and I took off, him using his powerful arms to lift me up
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and down. I rose and fell, that hard shaft of his thrusting up into my belly,
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spearing me, while my clit thudded against the base. In less than a minute, I
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was coming. My pussy squeezed his beef pole until it began to squirt hot jets
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of pleasure inside of me. I collapsed on him as he pulled my waist and pushed
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his middle up as if he were trying to get his rod up inside and behind my belly
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button.
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Then, at last, we were all limp.
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"Are all truckers as good as you, White Knight?" I asked.
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He shook his head. "Just me, baby."
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"WRONG, pal," the voice from beside the door announced, startling us.
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"Who are you?" I questioned this new arrival. He was a young man
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apparently in his early twenties and I could tell by the gargantuan... no,
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INHUMAN bulge in his pants that he had something on his mind.
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"Hi, I'm S. Ratte'. How ya doin'? Wanna buy a cDc hat?"
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"Rat-tay? What is that, French?"
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"Nuh-uh,'Rat.' 'Rat.' The 'e' is silent. They're really cool hats, only
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fifteen bucks... they go on your head, see? Like headgear action... they can
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protect you from bugs and mindreading stuff and all that. How 'bout it? Or
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you wanna buy a tape? How 'bout a sticker, they're free! Way cool! cDc, man,
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elite! Huh?!" By this point, this strange person was bouncing up and down
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excitedly, thrusting a hat in my face. But that's not the kinda merchandise
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>I< was interested in!
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I had to take the initiative. "Well I WOULD like to see that thing you've
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got in your pants, sonny."
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"Oh, that's my penis. Are you suggesting we have sex or somethin'? Or
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did you just want to objectively observe it for scientific purposes like that?"
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"Darlin', shut up and haul that monster out!" I yelled, being annoyed by
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the stranger's babbling by this point.
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"Ok. I could jump you like Evil Knievel jumps busses! Yeehaw!" S.
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Ratte' replied, apparantly resolved to action.
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______________________________________________________________________________
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Suddenly, the space aliens which had been lurking two miles overhead
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launched their first attack. Everyone at the truck stop was killed within
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seconds.
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The End.
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.ooM |Copr. 1993 cDc communications by Omega 07/01/93-#239|
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\_______/|Seven SUPER-CALI-FRAGIL-ISTIC-EXPI-ALI-DOCIOUS years of cDc. K! |
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