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Horny Bus Stop Brunette

A few month back I was riding home from school on the city bus … I look over and see this sexy brunette breast size about a C cup ass was fat waist was slim … She kept looking at me and I started to think she realized I was starring at her lips all I could picture was how they would feel sucking on my tits and kissing my now soaking wet pussy from day dreaming the whole thing… She then sat next to me and whispered in my ear "it’s better in reality" I shake out of my daze and asked what she meant she smirked pulled the bus signal to stop grabbed my hand and we got off in front of what happened to be her house I walk in and she’s now undressing lace bra and underwear is all she has on and I’m now sitting on the couch and she reaches into a drawer and pulls out a few toys and tells me to do the honors I grab a vibrator remove her underwear and bra and now I have a mouth full of her tits and i move lower and lower now I got her pussy in my mouth and she moaning and yelling at me to keep going and within a few seconds my face is dripping and her body is shaking I want it to continue so then I turn the vibrator on and I start touching her now sensitive pussy and she’s screaming and squirting and she jumps up pulls my clothes off starts kissing me rubbing my tits sucking them and I’m beyond ready for her to give me what I wanted… She starts eating my pussy its the best that anyone could ever ask for I’m dripping wet moaning pinching my titties and my toes are curling she reaches for the vibrator and places it on my clit grabbed a dildo and starts fucking me rough and fast I feel it I’m going to squirt and she doesn’t stop I’m now rolling my eyes back and she’s telling me to cum for her and boom… I started squirting and she starts eating my pussy and taking in all my juices best one night stand ever

Teen Stories

Tue, 17 Jul 2018 13:23:17 UTC

A Kiss is Still a Kiss Ch. 02

The whole of the next day, Harry was simply buzzing around school. He felt different, somehow – more confident, as though his big night had given him some new kind of authority or verification of life.

He felt energized through class, and even though he found his mind wandering during the quiet moments, back to thoughts of lying with Samantha Williams, he actually found on the whole that his mind was sharper than it had ever been.

He suspected it was something to do with the sudden complete absence of silly, niggling insecurities he had always carried along throughout school – concerns about what people thought of him, what girls thought of him, what the future heralded.

During morning break, he was given a funny look by Greg, Amy’s boyfriend, which made him wonder how much Samantha’s former boyfriend Jeb knew about her fooling around with him.

Still, right now he had no concerns at all about what anyone else might think of him. The only important thing was what one Samantha Williams thought of him.

The only confusing thing was why the target of his affections was no longer in class.

"Hello, Earth to Harry!"

Biology class. Harry jumped at the sound of Amy Jones’ voice right next to him. He turned to find her sitting next to him. What? Mr Olsen was already into his preamble about cells and mitochondria and things like that. Why was Amy sitting next to him?

"What are you doing?" he asked her, and looking around saw that Finch was now sitting on the other side of the room, in the seat Amy normally sat in during this class.

Greg, Amy’s beau, was sitting behind Finch, and appeared to be blowing little balls of paper into the back of his head through a blowpipe made from a ballpoint pen. Finch looked over at Harry and raised an eyebrow, the same question no doubt on his mind – why had Amy taken his usual seat?

"Didn’t you hear me?" she whispered now.

"No," he replied with a whisper of his own, trying not to let the close proximity of the pretty blonde, or her excessive perfume, give him an erection in the middle of class.

"I want to know how you turn Samantha into a pile of goo all the time."

Now it was his turn to give Amy the same kind of baffled expression that Finch was sending his way.


Amy sighed, paused a moment as Mr Olsen’s eyes flashed in their direction, and then said: "Look, I can accept she has to spend a fair amount of her spare time with you now, but when I do get her to myself for five minutes, she can’t stop talking about you."

Harry just smiled. What could he say? Life was great.

"It’s very boring."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Mr Olsen was now directing the class to begin setting up their microscopes to look at the slides of cells he was about to pass out.

Amy hissed with irritation. She leaned in to whisper to her temporary lab partner, even though they probably could have talked normally now, since everybody was busily getting on with the practical.

"I want to know what you do when you’re with her," she said.

Harry frowned. "I don’t know if she’d want me to tell you. It’s private."

"She tells me everything." Amy took a slide from Mr Olsen as he passed by, and now started setting it in place in the microscope.


Her lips curled up in a dark grin. "I know you made her come like a freight train last night."

"What?!" Harry nearly choked.

"Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone else," Amy said, though with the tone that suggested she now had a secret over him, which she could use to her advantage. "Not even to Jeb, who wants to beat you to a pulp, by the way."

"Jeb? Why me? I never forced her to – "

"Oh, you’ll be okay. I doubt he’ll do anything, it’ll just look like ridiculous sour grapes if he does."

Amy peered into the microscope, and Harry said: "So if you know so much about me and Samantha, what do you want me to tell you?"

Amy huffed, as though he was being an idiot for not being able to read her mind. She said: "I know what you do with Samantha, I just want to know how you do it."


"God," she rolled her eyelids. "Come on, you give her an orgasm practically by touching her. I can spend a whole weekend with Greg, and he can’t even raise my pulse."

Harry shrugged. "You said I’m a dork," he said.

"So what, you’re not going to tell me because I hurt your feelings?"

"No. What I mean is, I’ve never been with a girl until I kissed Samantha on that stage."


"Well, people like me – dorks like me – tend to use the Internet as a substitution. You know, since girls don’t bother with us."

"Eww. That’s just gross."

"No," he said. "What I mean is, since we can’t do it for real, we tend to read about it a lot instead. Sex, I mean."

He saw a glimmer of light spark inside Amy’s big green eyes. She said: "So… what you’re saying is, because girls aren’t interested in you, you dorks are all experts on how to please girls?"

Harry chuckled, and took over the microscope to peer down into the eyepiece at the boring little building-block-of-life. "I’m not saying we’re experts," he said, "but I should imagine we’re more knowledgeable than those Neanderthals you girls all seem to be drawn toward."

As he attempted to identify the various aspects of the cell Mr Olsen had flagged up on the whiteboard, he felt Amy jab him in the side with her elbow.

"Okay, Mister," she said. "So tell me how well you’re in with the rest of the dorks around here."

"The rest of the dorks?"

"Well, you must know if there’s some other guy that might be… you know… like you…"

Harry tore himself from the microscope and stared at Amy, his mouth open in surprise. "Wait, wait…" he said. "Let me get this straight. You, Amy Jones, want me, Harry Albright, to set you up with a dork?"

"You don’t have to act all weird about it," the blonde scowled.

Harry shook his head. "And you suppose I just happen to have some kind of secret army of dorks I can just call upon at any moment…"

"No, but you might know a few that are in the same pervert league as you are."

"I’m a pervert, and yet you want someone like me," Harry chuckled. He found he enjoyed winding Amy up. It was a classic reversal of the school’s power hierarchy.

He wasn’t a sadist, however. He said: "Look, honestly Amy, I don’t think I’d be much help. The only person I know well enough to confirm a similar obsession with sex is Finch, and he’s… well… probably not your type."

Both of them now looked over across the room at Finch who, dork or no dork, was currently engaged in a hopelessly one-sided wrestling match with Amy’s current disappointment – no doubt provoked by the constant barrage of paper pellets against the back of his neck.

Harry’s friend really wasn’t boyfriend material with his disheveled clothes, his mass of tangled black curls and those beer-bottle glasses. Probably wouldn’t be until the middle of college, when he’d meet a quiet, unassuming wannabe librarian with an inferiority complex.

"He’s completely obsessed?" Amy asked, not taking her eyes off him.

"Champion of the pervert league."

The blonde girl just continued staring, gently rubbing a finger against her chin.

"Interesting," she said, "Very interesting."

Then Mr Olsen began circulating around the class to collect sketches of the cells they were supposed to be examining through the microscopes, and suddenly Harry and Amy were scrambling to create the sketches they were supposed to have already done.


Harry largely forgot about his conversation with Amy most of the rest of the day – otherwise he might have mentioned something to Finch.

As classes broke for the middle of the day, he caught sight of Jeb, Samantha’s previous boyfriend, at the end of the hallway. The guy obviously saw Harry, but the hallway was just too crowded for the football player to get to him, with hoards of other students hitting the lockers on their way to lunch.

Nevertheless, Harry fled the other way, not wanting any kind of confrontation. In a way he felt sorry for Jeb, knowing all too well what the guy had lost.

He had to wait all day to catch up with Samantha, feeling that nervous energy steadily building inside him as the fateful hour arrived, and he could drag Finch across to the school auditorium for another evening’s dress rehearsals.

After a hellish afternoon of more wondering where she was, hoping she was okay, she hadn’t been taken sick, he arrived with Finch in the male green room behind the stage feeling so anxious he was a little nauseous himself.

Would she even be here tonight? He knew this evening Mr Howard was planning on rehearsing mainly Romeo’s scenes with the Montagues, none with Juliet.

As they worked with Mrs Gibbon, who was doing all the costumes along with the teaching assistant Ms Swift, Finch’s cackling about his ridiculous fat suit and half-bald wig at least helped keep Harry’s attention diverted.

Harry’s own costume was a little on the embarrassing side, comprising a pair of green tights, a medieval tunic that didn’t come down nearly far enough, and the most ludicrous contraption ever to fasten over his crotch. Mrs Gibbon swore it was very authentic for the period.

He felt all eyes on his manhood as he finally shuffled out on stage, and had to do his best to struggle on, twice being asked to take it again by Mr Howard after stumbling in his speeches.

At the end, he tried to persuade Mrs Gibbon to take pity on him, and perhaps lengthen his tunic or something, but to no avail.

The humiliation of his costume had achieved one thing, however – it had taken his mind off the issue of whether Samantha might be there or not. All the time out on stage, he couldn’t see a thing in the audience below, the bright stage lights highlighting everything on stage meant that everything beyond the edge was just darkness.

But, after failing to persuade Mrs Gibbon to do anything to conceal his ridiculous codpiece, he returned to the dressing room to find the most beautiful girl in the world waiting for him.

Her arms were folded and her pretty face was full of joy to see him. His heart swelled.

"Don’t look!" he said, "Not until I’ve had a chance to take off this awful costume!"

Samantha was wearing a fairly simple black halter and a pair of denim shorts that were verging on the scandalous.

She laughed, "I think you look really nice in it. Enhances some of your best features."

With that, she gave in to temptation and stepping up to kiss him, also made a grab for his codpiece.

"It was so humiliating out there," he complained, pulling off his tunic now, and finding the hanger for it.

"I think every girl in the house was wishing she could have you," Samantha chuckled, and now pulled down the offending armored hot-pants concoction Mrs Gibbons had rustled up for Romeo.

"I think I’d prefer wearing your dress to that," Harry said.

As he hastily pulled on his own clothes, he was going to ask what she wanted to do for the rest of the evening, but he stopped himself, remembering the question that had been burning a hole in his brain all day.

"How come you weren’t in class today?" he asked her. "Or yesterday for that matter."

Samantha shrugged, "I had a change of mind."

"A change of mind?"

She kissed him, long and hard, even slipping her tongue inside his mouth before she broke apart, beaming. "I decided I might want to try and get in to a better college after we graduate, rather than community college."

Harry scratched his head. "A better college?"

"You know," she started fastening the buttons on his shirt for him, "the kind of place that you might want to go to?"

Harry felt his heart swelling inside his chest.

"I told my parents I wanted to try to get in to a good school, and they decided to get me some extra tuition. You know, to catch up."

"Well that’s fantastic. I thought all kinds of horrible things might have happened to you."

"Come on – I want to show you something," she said.

She pulled him away, just as Harry had a million and one questions he wanted to ask her.

Through the back-stage area, he followed her through the female dressing room – disturbing a few late-changing actresses, who weren’t pleased at the intrusion, though were apparently quite forgiving since it was Romeo and Juliet coming through, which appeared to carry some kind of romance forgiveness ticket. Then they climbed a set of stairs that Harry had never seen before.

"Where are we going?" he asked her, though did not stop his pursuit of her.

"You’ll see."

Upstairs, they passed a little room, and then found another set of smaller stairs, which climbed up into darkness. A little door at the top opened into a small balcony overlooking the stage, dominated by a huge control panel that made the place look a little like a radio studio.

"Cool, isn’t it?" she giggled.

"It’s the lighting box, isn’t it?"

"Certainly is," she said, and he heard her lock the door behind them.

The only furniture in the place other than the control panel itself was a long bench for lighting engineers to sit on, which appeared suited for the purpose since the place appeared too small for even a standard classroom chair to fit and allow others to pass behind.

He wasn’t going to complain at the lack of space – or the risk of their being discovered. If someone wanted to chuck them out, let them. Meanwhile, Harry had some unfinished business to carry out with a certain young Capulet.

Samantha put her arms around him and pulled him close for another deep, tender kiss, brushing her hair back out of her face as she sucked gently on his lips.

"I missed you today," he said, feeling a little light-headed to be breathing in her perfume, and touching her warm body.

She smiled, "You knew I’d be here for the rehearsal?"

"I hoped you would – but we don’t have our scenes until tomorrow."

"I wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world."

Harry slipped the strap of her top over her shoulder, to find to his surprise that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She chuckled a little as she heard him catch his breath at the sudden sight of a bare breast, and then he was pulling her whole top down, to kiss and caress her there, a little stunned at the sheer nakedness of her breasts.

"I only came here for you," she said, and moaned as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. "Didn’t feel I needed to… dress up."

"I’m glad you didn’t," he said, adoring the softness of her breasts and the oh-so-feminine scent of her perfume.

He kissed up her neck, and found her mouth with his again, as one hand continued to coax her breasts, the other holding her tight. Samantha popped the fly of her shorts to reveal the top of her neon pink panties.

She was so sweet, so pretty, Juliet on her balcony.

"What did you say to Amy today?" And now he felt Samantha’s hand slipping down to seek out the hardness in his jeans.


She said: "Amy told me she spoke to you in class, and now she’s on a mission."

Harry looked at her, confused for a moment. Then he sighed as the events of biology class returned to mind.

"What did you say to her?" Samantha raised an eyebrow.

Harry sighed again. "She asked me why I make you feel the way I do, and I said to her it was probably because I’m a dork and…"

"And I go for dorks?" Samantha chuckled.

"No. What I meant was, us dorks don’t get to spend time with girls mostly, so we tend to read about it instead, which means compared to your average sports jock, we might know a little more about…"

Samantha laughed, "Well that’s definitely true about you. What did Amy say?"

Harry shrugged, "She might have asked where she could get a dork of her own."

"No! And what did you say to that?"

"I said I didn’t really know anyone I could say for sure knew the kind of stuff I do – apart from Finch."

Well, that just about felled Samantha, who creased into a laughing fit at the thought that Finch might be Amy’s mission.

Harry flashed her a warning glance – her laughter might draw unwanted attention to their little hideout – and she nodded, giving him the silent signal of a thumb and forefinger zipping up her mouth.

He kissed her as if to compensate her, and she melted into him, all thoughts of Amy or Finch or anything else now drifting away as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and also now allowed his hand to drop to her waist, to quietly sneak inside her shorts.

In response, her hands were unfastening his fly, and sinking into his underwear.

"You think anyone’s going to come up here?" he asked, as her fingers circled around his hardness, fumbling with it, pushing down the waistband of his jeans to free up his cock.

"I hope not. You wanna stop?"

"No," he said, slipping her shorts down past her thighs, allowing them to fall to the ground.

Samantha turned around and giggled, pushing back against him so his erect cock nestled between her buttocks, feeling wonderful pressed tightly against her hot, velvet flesh, though her underwear remained in the way. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts as she stood flat against his body, and she groaned at his touch.

"You feel so good," she breathed as he kissed her neck, and she turned her head to claim his kiss on her mouth.

"You feel pretty good yourself," he smiled, and as he held her with one hand, with the other he pushed his cock down, so that its tip grazed over her pussy and now lodged between her thighs, making her smile.

"Hey, sit on the bench," he said, helping her move back to take a seat.

Now he knelt down in front of her, parting her legs wide on the bench to expose herself completely to him, her panties already a little out of place, one side tucking inside her little pussy.

She ducked forward to kiss him on the mouth once again, but then he was slipping a finger or two under the edge of her underwear, pulling the fabric aside to fully reveal her pretty pink pussy, and he was bowing before her, his tongue emerging to trace over her tender folds.

He was so hungry for her. The scent of her arousal fueled his lust, making him feel animalistic urges.

"Oh Harry…" she gasped as he kissed her clit, and gave in to his desire, feasting on her, his tongue slipping out to delve inside her glistening lips, tasting the tangy cocktail of her juices while every breath was saturated with her perfume and that underlying earthy aroma.

She was his princess, she was his goddess, and it felt amazing to worship her.

"Just there," she whispered, a finger of hers now pointing the way to her clit, "lick me there – suck me there."

How it made him throb with need to hear her not only enjoying him crushing his face up against her most intimate place, but actively demanding it, showing him what she wanted as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He did as she wished, enveloping her little button in the intense heat of his mouth, massaging the flesh surrounding it with his lips as he sucked and pressed his tongue to her clit.

"Oh God, yes, like that," she gasped, and added breathlessly: "and use your fingers…"

He smiled, and would have said something genie-like, perhaps "your wish is my command", except that he just didn’t want to break his contact with her.

Slipping one finger, and then two into her tight, wet pussy, she groaned quietly, almost purring.

He had no idea how long they continued like that, but it was a long while as she simply indulged in the extraordinary sensations his mouth and his fingers inspired in her, and he adored feasting on her, sopping up her copious nectar.

But then she was urging him up, to sit on the bench while she dropped to the floor, kneeling to sit on her calves between his thighs, and take hold of his hardness in her hands.

"You have such a wonderful cock," she said, beaming at him as she slowly pumped him, squeezing him in her fingers.

"Pleased you like it," he grinned in reply, then suddenly moaned as he felt her take him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she enveloped him in her wet heat.

He ran his hands through her silky hair, helping to keep it out of her face as she began to bob up and down on his shaft, her hands helping to pump his hardness as she did.

She must have felt him throbbing inside his mouth, it seemed like his whole length was pulsing as she massaged him with her mouth and tongue.

"Oh that’s amazing," he breathed, and she was looking up into his eyes and smiling even as his cock continued to move inside her mouth, and he got that strange feeling inside him recognizing that he was fucking the face of the prettiest girl in school, someone he had dreamed about since way back.

"I didn’t bring any condoms," she said, her face sinking in disappointment. "I completely forgot."

"I didn’t either," Harry said, accepting responsibility as well. He didn’t feel the same kind of disappointment he thought Samantha did – just the fact she wanted condoms right now filled him with happiness. It denoted her desire for him. He did think to himself it was high time he went out to buy some contraceptives himself, however.

"I have an idea," Samantha said now, and pumped his cock a few more times before pressing her palms against his chest, urging him to lie back against the bench.

Now she crawled round to kiss his mouth, said: "I’m not sure how well this’ll work."

And she lifted a leg over his head, to kneel fairly precariously on the bench beside his cheek, her other leg remaining on the floor but her pussy now nestling down over his mouth.

Harry let out a long, deep moan at the sheer exhilaration of having her beautiful pink folds right there, even before he felt her drape herself over his chest, and take his swollen manhood back inside her mouth.

With both hands, he gripped her behind and parted her cheeks a little more, pulling her panties aside again to clear the way to reapply his tongue and his lips to her tender folds.

"Don’t stop," she called to him in a loud whisper, but as he felt her now almost pounding his cock with her mouth, it was apparent that she was rubbing her pussy over his face more than he was really able to keep up with his licking and sucking.

It was exquisite, he felt as though electricity was flowing through his body, making his every sense somehow more vibrant as he experienced this magical girl. After a few moments, he just allowed her to control the whole thing, and while he continued to offer her his tongue as much as he could to push against her sensitive flesh as best he could, he was only really able to hold on tight and go with the flow.

He could feel her orgasm coming before it arrived, in the subtle trembling of her pussy, the sound of her desperate breathing, but it all proved too much for her to concentrate on his own pleasure at the same time.

She was soon sitting up, pressing her whole body down against him, gripping his head between her thighs as the colossal force exploded in her loins and swept throughout her body.

Afterwards, as her breathing calmed a little, and she came back down to earth realizing where she was, she apologetically lifted herself from his face.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Harry smiled at her as she twisted her body to look down on him. He said: "I’m fine. I loved it."

He even held her hips and pulled her back to him, so he could clean her juices from her pussy and inner thighs.

She giggled, and wiggled her butt as he licked her, perhaps because he tickled her a little, perhaps merely from the delight of having a guy only too pleased to pleasure her in this way.

Now it was her turn to ensure he was rewarded fully for making her come, and as she now resumed her position lying on his chest, sucking him as deep into her mouth as she was able, it wasn’t long until she had him in the kind of desperate euphoria in which he’d had her just before.

In just a few moments, he felt the climax brewing at the very base of his cock, then that twinge as he passed through the moment of no return, and the hot come was bursting forth to spurt into Samantha’s eager mouth.


Afterwards, once he had dutifully escorted her home, Harry was on cloud nine, floating on air. He felt as though somebody had opened his eyes somehow, and now he was seeing life in full color, 3D.

People said when a guy lost his virginity, he would become a man. Harry had always thought that idea full of hot air. He’d always expected that when it finally happened to him, he’d still feel just the same, except perhaps that the burning curiosity about what it would actually be like with a girl would be somewhat satisfied. On the whole, he thought it would be like how you don’t really feel a year older on your birthday. It just kind of creeps up on you later that you’re not 17 any more, or whatever.

Right now, what was creeping up on him was the feeling that he wasn’t who he used to be. Samantha had changed everything, and would change everything. He could see that, and he was so ecstatic about it.

But then as he rounded the next street corner on his way home, suddenly there in front of him was a huge great obstacle to that change.

Jeb, the jilted ex, was waiting for him, and he looked furious.

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Teen Stories

Mon, 18 Dec 2017 15:46:40 UTC

The incident that changed my life forever. 2

The incident that changed my life for the better.

In high school, I had only had sex with 2 girls. The first was because I heard she was "easy". As it turned out, she was. I fucked her on the first date. There was a big problem tho, or should I say, a small problem. My dick is small. At best it is 5 inches. This girl liked to fuck and I know I wasn’t taking care of her. I found out she was fucking others when we were suppose to be dating. This affair didn’t last long. I couldn’t take care of her sexually.

My second girl was not fucking everyone, but she was about like me. Neither of us knew what we were doing. I had very little experience,, and neither did she. I could get my rocks off, and enjoyed sex immensely but I knew I was not ringing her bell. This relationship was going nowhere.

Due to the month I was born, I started school when I was 5 instead of 6. After 12 years of school, I graduated at the young age of 17. I joined the Army after high school, as all the males in my family had alway done. When I got out of boot camp, I was assigned to a radar site on a small island in the Boston bay. We had a bridge going from the mainland to the island, with the gate to the site on the mainland. When I was assigned here, I had just turned 18.

On the day that changed my life, I was on guard duty at the main gate. A nice spring day with plenty of sunshine that felt great after the cold weather we had been having. I saw a beautiful old 1955 Olds Holiday coming to the gate. I thought a rich new recruit was coming as I had, straight from basic training. As it got closer, I could see an old lady was driving. As she drove up to the gate, I wondered what she could want coming here. She must be lost.

I unlocked the gate and walked up to her car and asked her if I could help her. As I had approached her window, I figured she was in her 60’s, but not sure.

She asked if there was a bulletin board or someplace she could put a notice to where everyone could see it. I answered that there was. but what did she want posted.

She answered that she had a house on the bay that she rented out rooms in the summer to people that wanted just to get away for the week, to relax and enjoy and kick back and take life easy, and she needs help in getting the rooms and house ready for the summer. She needed someone to help paint, clean, and move things around. Not hard work but she was getting older and her husband had died a few years earlier and there was just her, and she couldn’t do it all.

I thought "hell John. You could use some extra money. The Army pay barely keeps you in beer and smokes". I replied," I would be happy to help you out if my hours off would allow me to do the work that you needed?"

She looked me over and asked me when I could start. I told her I worked 2 days on, and one day off, and my day off was tomorrow. She said "great", and made arrangements to get me to her house.

When I got there, I saw a 3 story house that was right on the water. It was old, but all the houses in the area were. They all looked about the same style, age, and condition. She acted like she was happy for me to be there and help her with the chores. She gave me an outline of what we needed to do in the coming weeks. Paint most rooms, move ‘stuff’ from storage in the rooms to the back garage or basement, to make more rooms available. With the addition of more rooms, that meant more parking spaces would be needed. Gravel would have to be spread on her back yard to make room for the additional cars. This looked like a piece of cake. No hard work.

We started by cleaning each room at a time. Move the ‘stuff’ out, clean the room, then paint the room. All was going well and as lunch time came, she said to come and have a bite to eat. She made sandwitches of salami and cheese on rye bread. A big dill pickle and a little mustard and it tasted great. After lunch, it was back at it.

After a long day, and not hard work, she asked me to stay and have a bite to eat. I said "sure". She asked if I had a driver’s license and could drive. I told her I did, and I had thoughts that she was going to let me drive her beautiful car. I had had an uncle that had a car like this. I had ridden with him and I loved his car. Just the thoughts of me driving one was getting me very excited.

She replied that her doctor wanted her to drink a beer each day for her health. I thought, sure lady. I’ve know many people like that. A beer a day for medicinal purposes. She gave me her keys and money to get the beer and told me where to go. She wanted Ballantine ale, in the quart bottle. She wanted 5 quarts. and cold from the cooler. I wondered if this is for one setting or for 5 days. I figured if the doc told her to drink a bottle a day, he wasn’t meaning a quart bottle. I took the money and headed for the store with a huge smile on my face. Things were looking good.

When I returned she had the same salami, cheese, rye bread, pickle, and mustard. She took the Ale from me with a happy look on her face, and went to get the glasses. We sat at the table and she poured 2 glasses. Her first glass went down in one bottoms up. I was beginning to wonder. She poured herself another ale and passed the bread and fixins to me as she continued on with her second glass. I made myself a sandwich and had not gone through my first glass of ale when she poured her third. This old gal loved her ale. After her third glass, she made herself a sandwich and poured herself a fourth glass and me a second. She had to open the second quart to fill the glasses.

I think she was getting a little tipsy as she was starting to slur her words just a little. I thought, "John, you are doing ok. Easy work, food as it is, all the beer I want, and getting paid for all this". After the second quart and starting the third, she said something that shook the hell out of me.

"John, you take one more drink of the ale and I am going to come over there and kiss you". Say what? Me 18, her 60 something? A kiss? I gave it a long thought, what the hell. Free beer and getting paid, by then I was feeling pretty good. I took another drink.

She jumped up and staggered over to me. She set straddled on my lap with her legs on either side of mine looking right in my face. She took a drink of ale and went for my mouth. As she kissed me, the ale flowed out of her mouth and into mine. I dont know if she planned for that to happen, or she was just feeling to good.

The kiss wasn’t that bad. Remember I have had just two girls in my short 18 years. She took another drink and again let it escape her mouth as we kissed. She was singing "whoopee" and kept drinking and letting the ale flow all over me and her. She was laughing, hugging me, and running her hands all over me. She then said "I’m all wet, I need to take these wet clothes off". She stood up, but still straddled me and took off her blouse and bra and set back down.

Her tits were not what I was used to. They were very saggy but her nipples were very large and protruding. She gave me a tight hug and said I should take off my wet shirt. Fuck it. Off it went. Another big hug. She rubbed those tits all over my chest. More ale. Again more was squirted out of her mouth than was swallowed. She took her ale soaked tits and offered them to me to lick. I did. Beer flavored tits. Those nipples were getting huge and hard. I continued sucking on them and by then my little pecker was starting to firm up. I was going with the flow. I had had enough beer that I was feeling pretty good. Her hands rubbing my body, me sucking her hard nipples. Hell I was enjoying the hell out of this. It looks like I am going to get fucked tonight.

After her next drink going down her stomach and soaking her pants, she gets up and says she should take off her pants. She just says this matter of factly and takes them off as well as her big girl panties. I got a close up look at her hairy pussy. Most of her hair was grey, and lots of it. Curly and wet. As she stood stradling my legs she poured beer down her stomach and all over her pussy. She caught some in her hand and rubber it in her cunt. She rubbed and rubbed. More beer in her pussy. She says for me to rub it in. I thought again, what the hell and started rubbing that hairy, wet pussy.

I think we were down to our last quart of ale when she gets up on the table and lays on her back and pours more beer between her legs and tells me to kiss it.

Kiss a pussy? I have heard of this, but never thought I would do it. It was looking me right in the eye with all it beauty. I told her "I have never done this before and I dont know what to do". She said she would tell me. I thought of my situation. I am getting all the beer I want, now all the sex I want, and getting paid for it. I am going to have to keep her happy. I decided to go for it. I came closer to her honey pot. I eased my tongue out and rubbed it in The spot with no hair. She moaned and took her hands and opened her cunt lips and told me to suck. I did and all I could taste was beer. She took her finger and placed it on her clit and told me to spend more time right there. I did and as I was sucking, here came more beer. Ok. I was getting into this. I wasn’t sure what pussy taste like, but beer pussy was pretty good.

She grabbed my head and started rubbing my face in her pussy as she started moving and bouncing all around. She started moaning and yelling,"yes, yes, yes". She screamed and her body went stiff. She held her body stiff and then relaxed like she went to sleep. She just lay there and said nothing.

After a while I was wondering if she was drunk and passed out? Is she dead? I’m setting here with a hard on want to fuck something. There is a juicy pussy staring me in the eyes that I have just licked and sucked until she has shot her wad. Maybe I should just help myself. Her legs are dangling off the edge of the table and she is in just the right position. I move into position and start rubbing my dick up and down between her lips. She gave me a little moan as I do this like she is really enjoying it. I take that as a "come and get it sweetie", and I started in. As I was about half way in, she opened her eyes wide, took a big deep breath, raised up and shouted "no". "That hurts".

What the hell? I cant fuck her? She’s half crocked, I eat the hell out of her pussy, and she can’t, or won’t fuck me. I said "whats wrong? Am I hurting you? Can’t we have sex?"

She says "I’m old and I haven’t had a penis in me in many years. It hurts when something is put inside me." I asked then if she was going to give me a blow job? She replies, "oh no. I wouldn’t even give my husband a blow job. I dont do things like that so I can’t do that for you". I said "that only leaves your asshole. Can I go in there?" She looks shocked and screams "no. I have never thought of anything like that. My asshole is not for fucking".

Well John. This sucks big time. No pussy, no blow job, no ass fuckin. You are out of luck. I snuggle up to her and say, "but Ana. I have taken care of you and I need taken care of. Can you do something for me?" She paused and looked like she was into heavy thinking. "I can play with you and get you off? I hoped she could do as good as I do myself, so I told her to go for it.

I’m naked laying on the table and the first thing I feel is beer being poured on my cock. She starts rubbing. If I hadn’t started with a hard on, what she was doing wouldn’t even get me hard. She played, poured on more beer, like beer was going to make me cum. We were getting nowhere. Finally, I told her it was no good. It was just not going to make me cum. I asked, if not pleaded with her to let me fuck her. Again she was in deep thought. She said if I would lick her out again, she would let me try it.

Hell, I’m game for that. We traded places and I was between her legs in a flash. Here came the beer. (where is she getting all that beer?) Soaked her pussy and I was licking it like I was dying of thirst. I did what she wanted and I even rammed my tongue up her as far as I could. That get another moan from her. When she grabbed my head again, I sucked and licked as fast and hard as I could, Her little clit was getting the blunt end of my tongue and it was driving her crazy. When she began shaking and stiffened, I know she was cumming. Again she acted like she passed out.

I wasn’t going to let her get by with refusing me again. I went right to her pussy with my little hard on. I slid all 5 inches into her. I heard a grut, but I keep going. It was hot and wet, but not as tight as the girls in high school I was so horny I could have fucked a knot hole in a tree. I just rammed and rammed and hard and fast as I could. I dont know how long I poured the pork to her, but I was ready to blow. All evening it was coming to this. All the beer drinking, all the kissing, all the titty sucking and licking, all the pussy playing, and to top it off, all the pussy sucking. My balls tightened, shrunk up into my ass, and I let her rip. It just seemed like I would never quit cumming. Finally, I could cum no more and my dick started shrinking. As I slid out, I could see my cum running out of her hairy snatch. It made my heart skip a beat. I had done that. That is my cum. She is my whore now. I will take what I want. I sat down and had a glass of beer.

She just lay there like she was asleep. This time, I figured she had passed out. With a soft cock and nothing to do, I decided to have a sandwich. I ate the sandwich and she still just lay there. As I was eating, I was looking at my juices running out of her cunt. It was flowing out and running down to her little pucker hole. I remember her screaming at me that her asshole was not for fucking, and she acted like she meant it. I thought of that and then I decided that maybe she was wrong. If she wanted to sleep through it, so be it. I was getting hard again and I have never had any ass fucking before.

I picked up her legs and placed them on my shoulders. There was my next conquest. A grey, curly hair pussy, and even some hair around her asshole. I eased my now hard cock in her puss to get it slick, and then tried to get in her ass. It surprised me that is went in so easy. But as quick as I went in to where is was not slick anymore, it get tight. I came back our and went back in her cunt. This got my dick wet and slippery, I went back in her ass. It went in farther but I still didn’t get all 5 inches in. Back into her wet hole again. This time in her asshole, I was all the way in. It felt marvelous. Tight, hot, and slippery. I loved it. As I was slowly sliding in and out, Ana started to grunt. As she made these noises, her ass seemed to constrict. It felt good to me, so I quickened the pace. As I quickened, her noises quickened. It was stirring me on. As I was going about as fast as I have ever fucked anyone, with my short dick, I was sliding all the way out and was going all the way in until my balls slapped the table. I loved coming all the way out. As I would go back in, I would force her ass to let me back in. This would add more pleasure. Wow, this was good. Ana was constantly moaning and her ass muscles were grabbing my cock making it to where I was not going to last much longer. I dug my fingers into her hips, held on tight and fucked her for all I was worth. I blasted off. When I cummed, I know what she felt like. I almost passed out it felt so good. I had a hard time standing so as my cock deflated and slid out, I fell into the chair.

Now as I sat there, I was staring at her wet hairy pussy with my cum all over it, and now as well, my cum oozing out of her asshole. I thought if I could get another hard on, I would fuck that asshole again. I now know I love assholes. I figured that if she had never had her ass fucked, I was in deep shit. No pun intended. She would have a sore ass when she came to her senses. This made me think my free ride is over. No more pussy eating, no more driving that classic car, no more free beer, and no more extra money. I thought, what the fuck. I played with my cock until it got hard again. I slid into that slick asshole until I as balls deep. I went slow this time to experience all the goodness of ass fucking. It took much longer this time and it surprised me in that Ana was again moaning and her ass muscles were grabbing my cock as I was pulling out. I was getting closer and I was thinking, she had never been ass fucked, never sucked a cock and hadn’t had a cock in her pussy for years, so why not give her the whole nine yards. Just as I was ready to shoot, I pulled out and went around the table, opened her mouth and let it go. I didn’t miss with a drop. The whole load went in her mouth. It wasn’t the largest load I have shot, but it still filled her up.

All the time from me eating her the second time, she has just laid there like she was asleep or moaning. I fucked her in her old pussy, fucked her twice in the asshole, and shot my load in her mouth. I wondered if she knew what was going on? Would she know when she sees her dripping cunt and asshole? Will she taste the cum in her mouth? Well since my experience is over, I may as well give her something to remember me by. There were three dill pickles left in the jar. I easily slid one in her pussy and two up her cum filled asshole. Sorry Ana, but this is something I will never forget.

Goodbye sweetie.

I left her lying there on the table, naked, cum oozing out of 3 of her orifices, with a pickle in her cunt and pickles in her asshole. I made my way back to base. I never thought I would every hear from her again, maybe from the police, but not her.

3 days later the phone in the barracks rang. It was for me, and it was Ana. I took the call and she acted like she was afraid to talk. She finally asked me if I fucked her in the ass. I figured there was no advantage to lying to her, so I said " yes". "How many pickles did you shove up me?" I replied "two in your ass and one in you cunt" Then she asked "was that taste I had in my mouth your cum?" I was on a role, so why not. I answered "yes, I knew you would want to know what cum tastes like" I said jokingly. There was a long pause, then she said "do you think I am your cum slut?" "You were a few nights ago. A mouthful, an ass full, and your cunt full. I would think you are a cum slut." I guess I was beyond being nice. Another long pause. "Thank you. I have always wanted to be a cum slut but was too afraid to try. You forced me to be one, so thank you. Do you think we could do it again?"

Well my life has changed. More to cum if you like this one.

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