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The Runaway by Larry Archer

Larry Archer and his wife, Roxy, own a
consulting company that supports a number of large businesses and
hotels in Las Vegas, plus several strip clubs. He is in his early
forties, tall, with dark hair and complexion.

His wife, Roxy, is also very tall, almost 6
feet with killer legs and nice jugs. A while back, their friends
started calling her Foxy Roxy and after awhile, the nickname Foxy
stuck. Now most everyone calls her Foxy, which she really is. She
is extremely erotic and when she walks into a room, all the guys
and a lot of the girl’s spring to attention. She never wears a bra
and generally is in a very short skirt. Larry loves to show her off
and gets a big thrill out of everybody hitting on her.

Late one Friday night, about a week before
Christmas, Larry and Roxy were driving home from a swinger's house
party. Both of them were relaxed and feeling mellow in that
afterglow of great company and fabulous sex. But that is a story
for another time, stay tuned boys and girls!

They pulled up to a traffic light near a
shopping center and both of them noticed a young girl, around 18
and lightly dressed in a sweater and jeans, with a cardboard sign
that said “Please Help. Stranded.”

Roxy said to Larry, “Do you think she’s on
the level? She doesn’t look like a con artist but you never
know.”

Being the glass half empty kind of guy, he
replied, “Probably some kind of scam, looking for a horny guy.”

Roxy, looking back over her shoulder said,
“I'm not so sure, she doesn’t even have shoes on and those clothes
are certainly not keeping her warm. Turn around and let’s check
this out.”

“Okay,” he said as he wheeled the Suburban
around. “Let me just make a quick loop around where she is to see
if there is a boyfriend mugger in the bushes.”

“Fuck Larry, just do what I say and pull up
next to her! After all you’ve got your carry weapon don’t you?”
Roxy angrily said, as she is a no bullshit type of person.

Properly put in his place, he pulled up to
the curb and Roxy powered down her window. They could see that she
looked scared to death and was shaking from the chilly Las Vegas
winter night air.

Roxy called to her, “Sweetie, come over here
and talk to me.” The girl walked over and cautiously approached the
car.

“Are you all alone and where are your shoes?”
Roxy asked.

“Yes, I'm all alone,” the girl replied. “I
was hitchhiking with this guy and he told me that I would have to
sleep with him to keep going. When I refused he dumped me out of
the car and took off with all my things.”

“Hop into the back seat and warm up, while we
talk,” Roxy told her.

Turning to Larry, Roxy said, “Unlock the car
and turn the rear heater on full.”

He reached up and cranked the rear heater all
the way up and put the fan on high. Then jacked the front heater up
to help. In Sin City it not only gets hot but pretty chilly also.
The Suburban’s dual heating/air conditioning system will cook
marshmallows in the winter and make ice during the summer.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl
got into the rear seat. She wrapped her arms around herself
shaking, obviously very cold and scared.

Roxy said to her, “I’m going to have my
husband, Larry, pull ahead and park under that street light in the
shopping center parking lot. We are right beside the traffic lane
and I don’t feel safe here. Is that okay with you?”

“Also, I’m going to tell Larry to lock the
doors but don’t be afraid as you have a door lock button on your
door. After Larry locks the doors, you can use your button to be
sure that you can unlock the door yourself. That way you don’t have
to worry about being trapped in the car.”

“Alright Larry, pull into the parking lot and
park under that light. Be sure and lock the doors as I don’t feel
comfortable being out here this late at light.”

Being the dutiful husband, he eased into the
parking lot and parked under a big parking lot flood light. After
hitting the door lock button, Larry put the car in park but left
the engine running to keep the car hot.

They both twisted around in the seats so they
could look at this girl. She didn’t look hard and her clothes were
not cheap or ratty. There was an honest air about her, obviously
not a hooker or scam artist. She was dirty and her hair looked like
it had not been washed in days. As Larry looked at her, it suddenly
struck him that she looked eerily similar to his wife and they
could be sisters, maybe even twin sisters except for the age
difference.

He had been drinking coffee and Roxy picked
the cup out of the console and said, “Would you like a little hot
coffee? My husband has been drinking it but he doesn’t have cooties
or anything.”

To that remark, the girl giggled and said,
“Yes, thank you, I’m freezing!” She gladly took the coffee and
sipped it. She sat there for a minute and then suddenly burst into
tears with heart wrenching sobs.

Roxy said, “Hit the door lock, I'm going to
jump into the back seat with Little Orphan Annie.” With that she
got into the back seat and held the girl while she cried. As Roxy
held the girl against her, she naturally laid her head on Roxy's
jugs.

Looking at the girl snuggling up to Roxy,
Larry knew that she must be getting a good feel of Roxy's tits. Her
outfit was pretty skimpy as they had just come from a house party
and her clothes were designed to show off her rack; not protect
them from the cold or orphaned little girls.

Roxy’s top was basically a vest which just
came together until it covered her nipples and was open all the way
to stop just at the bottom of her tits. She was wearing her
favorite gold nipple rings with a woven solid gold chain connecting
the two nipple rings under the vest, which was only held together
with a couple of string ties.

The leather cowboy style vest did little to
hide her perfect tits. The inside edges of the vest were probably
about 6 inches apart and would hang inside her nipples so you could
get a good shot but still not see her areolas. Foxy had medium
sized tits, probably about a C cup or maybe small D, but perfectly
shaped. She had a slight ski slope top to her tits with a rounded
bottom and almost no sag at all.

She had finished the outfit off with a black
leather micro-mini skirt that just barely covered the cheeks of her
ass. She had on a tiny red thong, which just covered her bald pussy
lips.

Larry remembered the girl, of the couple they
met, pulling Foxy's thong off with her teeth as she was down on all
fours with her ass up in the air. By the time she had wormed Foxy's
thong off and slid her tongue deep into her sweet cunt, Larry had
buried his dick in the girl's tight pussy. He slow fucked her from
behind and watched her suck Foxy off while his wife sucked her
husband's cock.

When the girl snuggled up to Foxy, she put
her arm around Foxy's waist and squeezed her. Larry don’t think the
girl realized it but as she slid her hand inside Roxy’s vest, her
right nipple slipped out. When it hit the cool air, he saw it
instantly start getting hard and wrinkled up. When her nipple got
hard, the little milk glands on the areola became little bumps
which always looked so sexy.

Larry watched as this little girl laid her
head on Roxy’s tit and when she opened her eyes, Roxy’s exposed
right nipple was directly in front of her face. Her eyes grew wide
as she focused on Roxy’s beautiful pierced nipple, almost in her
mouth. He don’t know if it was on purpose but as they held each
other, the girl slid her head until the breath from her mouth was
blowing on Roxy’s nipple, as she gasped from crying.

Beth thought to herself, “Can this really be
true? I'm freezing to death and it seems like this couple has
appeared just in time to save me.”

Beth deliberated with herself as she stared
at the pierced nipple right in front of her face, “Should I tell
her that her nipple is showing or not?” The proper thing to do
would be to tell this woman, but it was so pretty to look at, she
didn't want to tell her.

Beth had never seen anyone with pierced
nipples before. She had heard that people did that but her parents
were extremely conservative and something like that would be
unthinkable. In spite of everything, Beth felt herself getting wet
from looking at the nipple and couldn't help but wonder what it
would feel like in her mouth. Beth had sometimes wondered about
making love to another woman but that was wrong and she shouldn't
even consider it.

Still it was a thought that often ran through
her mind, especially late at night when she was laying in bed with
her hand between her legs. She knew that it was nasty, her mother
had told her so, but it felt so good to rub her pussy lips and
trace around her clit. She would try and fight the urge but would
always give in and shove her fingers deep into her wet pussy. Her
climaxes would hit her so hard that it was difficult not to scream
out in pleasure and would often pull her fingers out and put them
in her mouth to keep herself quiet. Deep down she realized that she
wasn't trying to stay quiet but really loved the taste of her
fingers after a good climax.

Larry watched as Foxy's nipple instantly
scrunched up and get hard right in front of the girl's eyes. The
runaway girl continued to stare at the nipple and he saw her
subconsciously lick her lips. Foxy ran her fingers through the
girl's hair and held her close to her chest.

The girl continued to snuggle up to Foxy,
while holding her tightly. He saw her inch a little closer to the
erect nipple in front of her mouth until she could probably lick it
if she tried. Probably just a reaction from feeling safe, but his
little buddy, who makes most of his decisions, sprang to attention
immediately.

Larry told himself, “Larry don't be an
asshole, we are trying to help this girl, not fuck her!” His little
buddy argued, “No, she has latent lesbian tendencies and we are
only helping her find herself. I'm sure that she's a lesbo slut and
we would just be helping her!”

Larry can't believe that he's sitting here
arguing with his dick over this 18 year old runaway they just
picked up. You would think he would have had all of the pussy he
needed for one night, but no he's making Larry visualize her face
covered in his cum!

Stay tuned for the rest of this new story,
coming out soon!

~*~**~*~

About The Author - Larry
Archer

I write hard core action filled adult erotica
stories primarily in several topics, swinging, group sex (menage),
bi-sexual, lesbian, Master/slave (BDSM), and some incest/taboo.
I've been writing adult oriented smut since 2012.

My wife and I were always a little on the
liberal side and got into the Lifestyle (swinging) after a few
years. The Lifestyle has always been a lot of fun for us and has
led to interesting situations.

Writing adult-themed (erotica) stories using
situations we've been in as a base was a natural for me. I have a
vivid imagination and find it easy to start with a scenario and
develop that into a story. We travel a lot and have met numerous
couples across the country, which provides me with more fodder for
my tales.

A lot of my stories involve a couple, Foxy
and Larry, who are dyed in the wool swingers and enjoy life to the
fullest. Sometimes they are central characters, sometimes they will
drift in and out of a story, like Alfred Hitchcock, and other times
they never show up. They tend to epitomize the best (worst?) of
swingers I have known and bring out the best of the Lifestyle.

Foxy and Larry tend to attract (seduce)
straight couples who are interested or leaning in the direction of
trying something different. We have personally introduced a number
of couples to the Lifestyle and surprisingly enough, didn't have
sex with a fair number of them.

The Lifestyle gives a couple the opportunity
to experience relationships with others and help keep things from
getting dull in a marriage after a few years. While the basic
reason for swinging is to exchange partners, there is a friendship
that develops between couples that is difficult to understand by
what we call “straights” or those on the outside.

Many of the swinging related stories you read
from other authors involve fights between partners, divorce, hard
feelings, and similar events. One of the things you learn about
swinging is that there is virtually no ill feelings and sharing
your partner is a fun thing and not something to get fired up
about.

As such, my stories never involve the husband
catching the wife and kicking her out of the house or other similar
shit. It has been my experience that the divorce rate and stability
of the family unit is typically better with swingers than vanilla
or straight couples.

In the Lifestyle, you learn to separate love
and sex. You have sex with someone because it feels good and they
turn you on. Then you can share your story with your spouse and
don't have to hide it and not worry about getting caught. Love is
shared between you and your partner and banging some girl or guy is
only frosting on the cake.

I try to write stories that I could say,
“I've done that,” and not have to guess as to what could happen.
We've experienced things that “straights” have typically only
fantasized about and are able to relive the situation with our
partner without guilt or incrimination. I enjoy the opportunity to
share stories with those who have not experienced it or for what
ever reason have not tried it.

At a house party, if a woman pulled a train
or got into a gang bang, it would be something you could share with
others and not have the person label you as a pervert, which in
actuality you probably were. That's another thing, we can laugh
about our kinks and accept the kinks of others without judging
them.