Dumb Luck Page 9

  “Jack, I want to try something I’ve never tried before.”

  Trina snarks, “What? Go an hour without fucking?”

  Myra and I both flip her the bird, which elicits a loud laugh.

  “Keep your eyes on the road,” Myra says with a sardonic frown. “Sadly there is no privacy partition in this vehicle.”

  Then she looks at me like I’m prey before bending back and popping my wet cock back into her mouth. She continues to lave it thoroughly, and then picks up the speed and intensity of her motions. I feel the back of her mouth as I hit the limits of biology, but she keeps pushing it. She backs off and repeats it 3 times. She makes a frustrated whine when she fails to make the progress she desires.

  “Tilt your head upward a bit more to straighten your throat and swallow when I touch the back.”

  She backs off to the top and gives a couple of gentle nods. She smiles around my girth, being careful not to lose her prize. She moves forward and smiles as she makes a little progress. She puts my advice into action over several more attempts. I don’t know if it’s helping, but I feel her lips getting closer to my root. Suddenly, I hit the back of her throat, and then I feel tight flesh wrap around me as she slides down until her nose is buried in the thatch of hair above my cock. She squeals around my flesh, which delivers a very interesting sensation. She backs off and does it again. And again. Apparently five is the magic number because Little Jack pops out of her mouth, and she squeals her pleasure at volume. “I DID it! Oh Jack, that feels so wonderfully intimate!”

  “Myra, it definitely felt wonderful to me! I’m sorry, though - I was on the path, but not ready to blow yet!”

  She gives me her patented ‘I’m gonna jump your bones’ look and says, “That’s Okay, Beloved. You KNOW where I want your seed!”

  I pull my legs to my chest and pivot as she pushes my legs forward. I reach for her and scoot a little towards center. Myra crawls over my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. The long kiss she lays on me keeps Little Jack very interested as he feels her warm opening pressed against him.

  I place my right hand down to cup her pussy and ask, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to give you a little warm-up, too.”

  “Jack, I’m way past ‘warm’ and deep into ‘hot.’ I just need you inside me.” She reaches down to direct me to her opening. “I want your seed in me, Jack” she whispers throatily.

  I slide forward and feel her pussy welcome me in, sliding as far as I can go in this position, but I’m not hilted.

  I smirk at her and loop my arms under her knees and grab her ass as she holds onto me. “This is quickly becoming my favorite position,” she moans as I slide the rest of the way home.

  “Hmmm. Mine, too. I think we should call it the ‘Suspended Cowgirl.’ Whaddya think, Darlin’?”

  “I don’t care what you call it as long as you don’t forget it,” she murmurs into my lips as she’s kissing me.

  I pick up the pace as she starts to grunt each time I hilt myself into her. After a couple handfuls of those, she has completely transitioned to “ohs” as I feel her start to spasm around me.

  “Oh Goddess, you fuck me so good, Jack” she yells at the ceiling. I guy likes to hear that kind of feedback!

  I slide my right index finger down her crack and under her to wet it. “Let’s kick it up a notch shall we?” Then I start to tickle the rosebud of her beautiful ass with it.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.” into a high pitched whimper. She’s well past spasms and into clamping down on me full-time. I keep this up until she gasps, “Put it in, my Darling! Take all of me!” I get more moisture and then give her a little past the first knuckle. Enough to fire all the nerve endings inside the puckered opening as I circle it around. Her breath is rasping out her throat as I continue my ministrations. Kissing is a little difficult as she is shaking her head from side to side; so, I slide to her left ear and nip it firmly. She stops wagging her head and tucks her face into my neck as her whimper crescendos.

  I release her ear, suck on her neck for just a moment and then whisper to her fiercely, “Now, Myra! Give it to me now! Give it all to me NOW!” And she does!

  I latch back onto her neck and suckle her for all I’m worth while I feel her flood my cock with her juices as she wraps me in the vice of her pussy walls. I keep raising her and slamming her down harder and harder while I squeeze her ass muscles as hard as I can.

  “Give it to me, Jack! Breed me, my Love!” At that point I lose it with a groan, pulsing streams of spunk deep into her as our rhythm falls apart into spastic twitches. I let go of her ass so I can slide my arms up her back to press her to me as tightly as I can through an aftershock on my part and what feels like a handful on her part.

  We continue to hold each other for several miles. About the point we get past New River, she lays her head on my shoulder moaning, “Oh Jack, where have you been all my life?”

  “Looking for you, Myra. Looking for you.”

  From the front seat we hear, “Kph! About time you two calm down. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with you two making all that noise? And I swear, my seat was rocking the whole time.”

  Myra quickly puts a finger on my lips to prevent me from jumping in. I give her a nod, and then she lays back, sliding past the edge of Trina’s seat to lie on the console while her locked legs and inner muscles hold me tight inside her. Myra reaches up to stroke Trina’s cheek with the back of her knuckles. “I’m sorry we distracted you, Beloved. I wonder, were you imagining my breasts bouncing as he fucked me?” Trina tries to escape her caress. “Were you thinking about how wet my pussy must be as you heard it squelching on his cock?” Trina whimpers. Myra is merciless. “Maybe you were thinking about how you wanted me to eat your pussy while he was pounding into mine. Hmmm?”

  Trina whispers “Myra, please stop!” Then more stridently, “Please! I can’t concentrate on keeping you safe when you do that. I’ve told you before, no sex in the car while I’m driving! All I want to do is pay attention to you as the damned vehicle barrels down the road with enough energy to destroy you with the simplest mistake. Please, stop! Please!” Trina is nearly sobbing at the end of that plea.

  Myra doesn’t say anything or move for about a mile; although, she does fire off a minor spasm around me. “I am so sorry to torture you, Trina. I’ve been so selfish since I’ve returned. You deserve so much better from me.”

  Trina sobs gently, “I understand why, Myra. I know what you have been through. I don’t begrudge you the pleasure. But my soul will not survive if something happens to you, regardless of whether your body survives or not.”

  Myra nods and reaches for me to give her a hand up. I gently pull her arm until she is wrapped around my waist. I see the tears in her eyes before I pull her tightly to my chest, and she lays her head on my shoulder.

  I reach out and place a hand gently on the back of Trina’s head. I whisper, “I’m sorry, Trina. I know how important Myra’s safety is to you. I know enough about protection detail to realize our shenanigans back here were creating you difficulty. I set the stage for this before we left. Please accept my apologies.” Then I remove my hand.

  She responds wiping her eyes, “It wouldn’t have mattered if you had done nothing to egg her on. Her work life sucks hard and completely. I see it eating her up inside. No matter how much I try, I can’t make it better for her and I can’t make her forget. I’m too close to it. You can’t make it better, either. But you have helped her forget about it for a little while, and you have reminded her there are people of character that are loving and warm. Right now, that’s invaluable.”

  Myra shakes as she quietly sobs.

  Trina continues, “Jack, I should thank you for giving her that. I’m just not done pouting yet. Plus I’m getting more agitated the closer we get to the...office. It means the world to me that you have given her your love and comfort - given her that little break.”

  I see her right hand rise above her seat and hang over her shoulder. I reach
out with my left to give it a squeeze. She slides her fingers out of my grip and grabs the steering wheel firmly at 10 and 2.

  We’re coming down the hill to Cordes Junction at that point.

  “Myra honey, we should probably start to slowly get dressed.” She nods and leans back, at which point I slip out of her.

  She says in her clear warm voice, “I don’t deserve either one of you, but thank you both for loving me.”

  She slowly crawls to the other side, twists and lays a towel down on the seat. She looks at me with a melancholy smile and then sits. I lean in, grabbing her face in both hands and laying a passionate kiss on her lips. She immediately responds, assaulting my tongue with her own. When we part she says with a real smile on her face, “Thanks. I needed that!”

  I help her into her dress, trying to arrange it to lay right. Thankfully we’re not in the back of my Honda. We get it done as well as we can in the tight confines. Then I find my boxers and pull them up to my knees. I repeat the maneuver with my jeans, but pull the legs completely past my ankles so my feet are clear.

  As I grab both waistbands in preparation to hoist them up, I feel Myra’s hand on my thigh.

  I look at her mischievous grin and wonder what she has in mind after our recent conversation with Trina. She bends down and pops my cock into her mouth for a quick suck. Then she cups my balls holding my package up. “Au revoir, Little Jack! I am going to miss you so much! I can’t wait until we meet again.” Then she sits up.

  As I pull up my pants, Trina chuckles, “I should have known you couldn’t hold out for long.”

  Myra gives her a mischievous cock of her eyebrow. “Once you fuck him, you’ll understand, Trina.”

  That knocks me back for a sec. Pulling my shirt on, “You make that sound like a given. I can’t’ help but think that the conversation this morning indicates that is far from the truth.”

  “Trust me, Jack. I heard the whole conversation, and I know my Trina. I can feel how much you love me, but Trina is a gem of humanity. I think you two have much more in common than we do. I am optimistic that soon she will be your Trina, too.”

  The source of my confusion must have been clear, because as I’m starting to speak she says, “Yes, Jack. I’m okay with it. Better than okay!” I just watch and listen.

  She looks down with a sigh and then looks back up. “Listen Beloved. I would happily take you as my mate for life and never let any other man live that tries to touch me. I am not able to make that commitment at this point. Willing? Yes. It’s an issue with ability due to other obligations. And no, I’m not married other than to my goddess-cursed job. Plus, even if I could marry you, I would not be able to give up Trina for you.”

  That rocks me, “I wouldn’t ask you to!” That stops her for a second. Trina gives me a quick look in the mirror too. “If I love you, and just for clarity - I do, how could I ask you to give up your relationship with Trina when you so obviously love her deeply. Plus being a dumb guy, I assume that loving a woman is different for you than loving a man.” She nods. “That being the case, I could never physically replace her even if it was possible to replace her in your heart. How do you do that to someone you love?”

  Myra whispers, “How did I ever find you?” Then she resumes her earlier thought. “Just for clarity, watching you flirt with Erica really turned me on. I will want to hear about the women you love when we’re apart, and sometimes I will want to join in loving them. I fully intend that when she is ready, you, Trina, and I will regularly make love together.”

  I look to Trina’s reflection to see she is looking at me. She nervously moistens her lips and turns back to the front.

  Myra grabs my face in both hands and looks me in the eye. “I grew up in a culture where sex and love are treated very differently than the norm in western society. Touching flesh-on-flesh, naked is regularly done not for sex, but for comfort. No permutation of adults loving each other is taboo. I can’t change that. But I can love you.” Then she gives me her 100 kilowatt smile. “And for clarity, Beloved, I use that name because I am without reservation in love with you. I’ve known that bond with Trina for years, but it’s different with you. No one else has touched me in the way you have. Nor has anyone else, yourself included, touched me the way she has.”

  “Well,” I say, “I have some mental adjusting to do, but…” insert dramatic pause “...all that matters is that you just said you love me.” I smile back at her. “We’ll work the rest out.”

  “Come over here and cuddle me, woman!” She does.

  We arrive at Camp Verde about fifteen minutes later. Before which we kissed, caressed, and I may have tried to quietly rub one or two more orgasms for Myra again. Since no one saw it, I’m going with it didn’t happen. Really.

  Trina pulls into the station, and I jump out at the pump. I log onto my Starbucks app to order my favorite, and then hand my phone to Myra asking her to order for Trina and herself as I pump the gas. Trina walks an inspection around the vehicle and then stops next to Myra’s door. I think I hear her say ‘Ducati,’ but it was very faint. As I finish and replace the pump, I see a medium-size tall guy standing next to a black Ducati by the store front. His helmet visor is down. I don’t recognize him, but I would guess he’s looking this way. When he sees me note his presence, he turns his head to look two aisles over where a red vette is sitting. I’m thinking, ‘Dude, it’s a Chevy.’ Oh well, some dudes are easily won over by huge tits and flashy paint jobs. I’m more into quality.

  I wave the receipt at Trina, and she marches around the front of the truck, grabs it and mounts up. “You want to drive over, I ask?” She nods tersely.

  I get in and buckle up. “A little tense, Trina?” She nods again.

  “Lots of strong emotions today,” by way of explanation. Myra says nothing, but she looks a little tense, too. I reach for her and give her hand a squeeze.

  As we pull out to cross the street and grab our drinks, I notice Ducati guy watching us again. “Hey Trina, apparently you have an admirer. The guy on the bike.” I eyeball him as we exit.

  Trina pulls up to the door of Starbucks without actually parking. I cue off her energy. I hustle in, grab our mobile order, and didi mau back to the SUV. I barely close the door when she smoothly pulls out the parking lot and onto AZ 260 towards Cottonwood.

  “Everything OK,” I ask.

  Trina responds “Yes.” I shrug, hand Myra her drink and mine and then lean forward to put Trina’s into the console beside her. I buckle up and retrieve my Americano from Myra.

  “So Jack,” Myra chirps, “tell me about that sexy scar on your chest.”

  “Oh that? Well, my former fiancé got it into her brain that I was cheating on her. I had been having some difficulties with some old acquaintances from my army days, which kept me out late at night frequently for about six weeks. And so, when she did the math, it equaled ‘Jack is stepping out on me.’ I was exhausted one night and excused myself to go to bed early. I was laying on top of the covers because, well - Phoenix in summer.”

  I stop for a moment to think back to that night. Looking into the distance, I continue speaking slowly.

  “I was just about to drop off when I heard the bedroom door open. Something didn’t seem right. I rolled onto my back to investigate as she launched onto the bed swinging a 7” chef's knife at my heart. Keep in mind, this is a woman who had at least a couple of confirmed kills with a knife. There was no room for hesitation or questioning. I caught her wrist in a cross block and pushed it up and to the right just as the knife broke my skin. It stopped under my collarbone about two inches into my flesh. I pinned her hands in place with my right hand and her elbow with the left. My right knee was pinned under her, but I was able to twist enough to kick her ribs with the left knee a couple times. The whole time she was trying get the knife out of my chest - I assumed for another attempt. She had managed to stick the blade in my top rib. She eventually gave up trying to pull it out, and got her left hand free enough to hook a punch in
to my temple. Fortunately, she had no more leverage then I did with my knee, but she stunned me enough to free both hands. She kept punching at me. I couldn't cover up very well because she still was laying on my leg. Then I got lucky again.”

  I pause again before continuing, “She lost her patience and tried to disengage to maneuver. As she turned away, I snapped a kick with my left shin and got a lucky hit just under the base of her skull. She dropped like a rock. I followed her off the bed to find her laying on her left side, holding her right hand up to ward me away. She was still woozy and completely defenseless. I grabbed the offered arm, stretched and levered it to lock it. Then I pushed down and outward until my hands were 6” off the floor.”

  I slowly shake my head as I recall the destruction of her body. “Her wrist and forearm both shattered in a spiral fracture. That one move also dislocated her shoulder and tore the crap out of her rotator cuff. Her scream haunted my dreams for months afterward.”

  “I let her go at that point to grab my phone and call 911. I gave the operator a rundown of the situation and told him to send an ambulance with the police. I leaned against the door frame of the bedroom, cradling my right arm.”

  “About five minutes after I set the phone down on the bureau, she started to pull her feet under her and stand. She swayed on her feet, cradling her arm just like I was. She gave me a look of pure venom. After a moment, she screamed for about 10 seconds and sprinted toward me. I waited for it, and then launched off the line perfectly and snapped the edge of my left foot into the side of her knee with a sharp crack. That changed her trajectory enough to run her head first into the door frame without any assistance from me. She bounced back and landed flat on her back - out cold.”

  “I stepped over her and waited for the police. About a minute later they rang the doorbell. I answered it with the knife still in my chest.”