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