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Subject: {ASSM}  Small Town Teens "Lisa- The Cookie Bakery" (teen m/ teen f)
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2000 21:10:04 -0500
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Please post this one for me as well. Let me know what
you think...


	I may be old now, but when I was younger, crazier,
and less married I had one hell of a time. Me and the
crew that I ran with were some wild-ass small town
thugs. Most of us were into drugs, everybody was
drinking, and you better bet your ass that we were
straight fucking the shit out of those small town
whores.
	I wanted to share a few of these crazy stories with
everybody just to relive the old glory days one more
time. These are all true stories (some of the
witnesses are still alive) but I've changed some of
the names here and there. If you like this shit post a
reply because I'll only keep writing them if people
like them.
	Oh, and if you're under eighteen or shouldn't be
reading this kind of shit for some reason then go
away. The rest of you... enjoy.





	All right, let me tell you another Lisa tale. This
bitch was a straight out freak. I mean, I never met
another seventeen year old chick, before or since,
that just plain liked to fuck as much as this little
cutie. Best of all, she wasn't real into the whole
boyfriend/girlfriend thing, so I could pretty much
keep on with my tom cat ways and still get a steady
piece of that naughty little cookie!
	Speaking of cookie, Lisa had a job at the little
cookie shop at the mall, you know, the Cookie Bakery
place just across from Macy's. She worked nights after
school and she almost always worked by herself, so I
used to stop by there now and then to shoot the breeze
and maybe line up a little action. 
	One Tuesday night I'm out at the mall picking up
"...And Justice For All" (you Metallica fans can tell
how long ago this was) and I'm thinking to myself that
I just might like to get my dick wet later that
evening, so I decide to stop and see my sure thing. So
I stroll on over, puffing a Camel and looking tight as
always in my ripped up Guess jeans and a Misfits
T-shirt. The parents with little kids are looking at
me like I'm a freak with the long ass hair and cowboy
boots but I don't give a fuck.
	Right on, Lisa's alone and as I come creeping up I'm
looking at her in those tight little khaki shorts and
that little denim shirt and damn, she's got that sweet
round ass and those firm little tits and that long,
curly, dark brown hair and those big brown eyes and
now I KNOW I want to get my dick wet tonight! Oh and
legs- did I mention legs? This bitch had just the kind
of legs I like! (Feet at one end, pussy at the other!)

	Oh yeah, Lisa was always one to give the old men- you
know, the ones who sit on the benches and look at the
young girls- something to jack off with later. She had
that hard little teenage body and she wasn't shy about
letting motherfuckers know it. Matter of fact, one of
those old fuckers was sitting on the bench across the
way, checking the shit out as I slid up. Too bad, man,
this shit is mine tonight!
	So Lisa and I shoot the shit for a bit, chatting it
up, but she's looking me over and I'm looking her over
and we both know what the other one is looking at, so
I ask her what's up for tonight. I'm thinking a fine
dinner, followed by cocktails, and maybe some
dancing... no, fuck that, I'm thinking of her drinking
some cock, followed by me fucking her brains out in
the backseat of my car. She knows what I'm thinking
and I'm thinking it's the same thing she's thinking
because she's making it clear she's all good with
putting in some overtime tonight!
	Now keep in mind it's like a Tuesday or some shit, so
the mall is pretty fucking dead. It's almost time to
close and she's all done cleaning and everything, so
we're just sitting there watching the clock. Fuck
this, I tell Lisa I'm going to zip out to the car and
burn up. She asks if I've got a joint on me... well
I'll be! How about that? I just happen to have one!
Well, she says, why don't we just smoke it in the back
room?
	That sounds okay to me- saves me a walk and all- so
she leads me back into the back area. This wasn't
exactly a back room, it didn't have a door or
anything, you just went around behind the back wall
and there was a couple of big ovens and a big table
that they used to make the cookies. You couldn't see
it from the mall, though, which was all I needed. I
fire up the spliff and start toking that motherfucker,
then pass it over to Lisa. She hits the J a couple of
times, then passes it back and goes looking for the
air freshener.
	We're puffing that shit and she's spraying the air
freshener all over the place, because you know there's
a cop in the mall, and we're getting just high as
hell. Finally, we finish the joint and I gotta tell
you we're both just as ripped as can be. I mean, that
skunky green sens bud is the only way to fly! It's
still like thirty minutes before closing time and I'm
looking at all this cookie shit and I'm thinking that
this is a great place to have the munchies when Lisa
comes up behind me and puts her arms around my waist.
	She asks me what I wanna do now. As she asks she
slides her hands down past my belt buckle and runs her
palms over the front of my pants. My Magic Chef
downstairs feels her knocking and starts to stir. Now
she strokes the front of my jeans lightly with her
fingernails and she knows how that light tickling kind
of touch gets me going. I'm certainly not going to
disappoint her as my cock begins to inflate and the
bulge in my pants starts to grow. She's tracing the
outline of my prick with her fingers and nuzzling my
neck through my hair and I'm suddenly thinking of a
whole different kind of cookie.
	With her right hand, Lisa lifts up the raggedy tail
of my shirt and slips her palm down into the front of
my equally raggedy jeans. She slides down, slowly,
until she comes to the elastic of my boxers, then
slips her hand under that and digs down into my crotch
until her soft fingers wrap their way around the shaft
of my rod, still trapped in my jeans. She's aiming to
take care of that, though, as she grabs the button fly
of my jeans with her left and <pop> top button's loose
followed by <pop>, <pop>, one button after the other
until my fly is open. Suddenly she's pulling my now
fully hard cock out of my pants and, with her arms
still wrapped around me, she starts to stroke it,
getting it good and hard.
	Now it's not that I don't appreciate a good handjob,
I just don't see the point of wasting a bitch by
having her do something I can do myself. So I pull
Lisa's hands off of my hard-on and turn around. My
cock is poking her into her hard little belly as I
give the bitch a serious kiss, giving her a root canal
with my tongue. I pull down on her arms just a little
bit and, always the smart girl, she figures out right
away what I'm looking for. Just like a good little
slut, she sinks to her knees in front of me and
proceeds to put that talented tongue of hers to work,
licking my shaft up and down, then twirling around and
around the ridge at the head.
	Do I need to tell you that I was in heaven? I'm just
standing there, head thrown back, my fingers in her
thick brown hair, as she sucks my pink steel into her
warm, wet mouth. Jesus M. Christ in a golf cart it
felt so fucking good as she bobbed her face up and
down my pole- I was sucking air through clenched teeth
with my eyes squeezed shut. Oh fuck, her tongue is
running up and down the underside of my shaft as she
sucks me like a big soda straw and I've got a hold on
the sides of her head, just to keep her moving the way
I like. 
	She doesn't need any help, though, because this bitch
sucks a mean dick. I mean, she could suck a tennis
ball through fifty feet of garden hose and right now
she's using all of that suction to pleasure my cock.
Fuck, it's like she's trying to turn my eyes inside
out or some shit as she vaccums by pole like a runaway
Oreck. You know I'm loving the shit but I'm on a
mission and right now my objective is to bury some
wood in Lisa's tender teenage twat.
	It's obvious she's ready for some dick, too, because
she pulls her face off of my slab and stands up,
unzipping her shorts. She pushes the shorts and her
navy blue bikini panties down and steps out of them,
kicking them off to the side. I'm standing there
watching, polishing the wood, and I look around and
suddenly remember that we're in the middle of the damn
mall- while it's open. Oh well, a guy's gotta have
some priorities in life and right now mine is to fill
this whore with a heaping helping of meat.
	The big cookie making table is about waist high, so
Lisa bends over with her chest and face on the table
and sticks her bare ass out. She spreads her feet as
far apart as she can and, standing behind her, I'm
getting a great view of her cunt- all spread open and
shiny with juice- and her little butthole. The sweet
musky aroma of horny pussy is thick in the air and you
know if there's a horny pussy in the room I have just
the tool to take care of it. So, taking my bat in my
hand, I step up to the plate. 
	As I do, Lisa reaches back between her legs with her
right hand and spreads her cunt all the way open with
her fingers. She's begging me to put it in and let me
tell you, my momma raised me right and when a lady- or
a cheap slut, as the case may be- asks, I am happy to
oblige. I get nice and close and rub the purple head
of my cock up and down her groove, getting my dick,
which is all slippery with slobber anyway, nice and
greasy with Lisa's juices. Then, holding the shaft
with my right hand, I slip the head into her gooey wet
opening.
	Fuck, Lisa is so fucking horny and wet that my cock
slides balls deep into her tiny teenage box in one
long thrust. Lisa groans as the length of my prick
slides into her, filling her seething passage. Oh
sweet Vishnu her cunt is a hot sheath, holding my dick
in a powerful grip, squeezing me like a size XS
condom. The tip of my dick just touches bottom and we
pause for a long moment, my cock throbbing, her
breathing ragged.
	I give it a thrust. Just a little in-out. Then
another. And another. And directly, I'm pounding the
bitch from behind like we're two monkeys fucking at
the zoo- only without the big purple asses. I'm rowing
in and out of her creamy canal, stroking all the way
from the tip to the bottom. She's gasping on every
stroke, like my dick banging into her cervix is
fucking the air right out of her lungs. I'm really
enjoying the fuck but in the back of my mind I'm
thinking about how I'm going to have to find something
to stick in the bitch's mouth if she starts making too
much noise.
	Meanwhile, I'm straight jackhammering the bitch, the
table is squeaking on the floor, she's gasping and
groaning and shit, and her ass is making that clapping
sound as I'm hitting it from the backside. Without
slowing my strokes, I get my hands up under her shirt
and start squeezing her titties through her bra. The
bra is soft nylon and her nipples feel like their
either going to poke right through or burn right
through the material. I'm kneading her little cones
hard, pinching those hard nips, and that's really
getting her going. She's thrusting her ass back
against me, sliding her body smoothly back and forth
over my slick sex shaft. 
	I'm totally in the rhythm, sliding all the way in,
then almost all the way out. Lisa has her back arched
and we're just rutting like two dogs in heat. God damn
it feels so good, the hot slippery tunnel of her cunt
stroking my cock, I'm mauling her tits and you know,
I'm starting to think about popping my wad in this
cunt. I'm just about to turn up the pace and go for
the touchdown when she starts groaning about wanting
to turn over. What the fuck ever is okay with me as
long as I can drop a nut in her gut, so I step back
and my pole slides out of her, leaving her cunt gaping
open, suddenly lonely without it's friend in the
purple hat.
	Lisa flips over quick and now she's on her back on
the table, holding her legs up and spread with her
hands so that her puss is spread open and ready. I
grab her hips and pull her ass as close to the edge of
the table as I can. I step up and I gotta give some
props to the motherfuckers who made that table,
because her box was at just the perfect height for me-
a little lower than my dick, so I could drive it down
into her a little. 
	She extends her legs and I put them over my
shoulders, to get that extra deep ramming going. I aim
my pocket rocket at the target and I slide all the way
in with one smooth stroke. Oh fuck, now my cock is
really banging bottom and when I start to really nail
her quim she starts moaning and groaning really loud.
Fuck it, I don't care if the whole fucking town comes
in and watches, I need to get me some, so I just start
to pound away like her pussy is on fire and I'm trying
to beat it out with my dick.
	I'm really going to town on this nubile teenage cunt
and I know the finish line is near. I'm giving her
everything I've got and now she's reaching down and
playing with her little clit with her fingers as my
ram rod is denting the bottom of her twat. This shit
is bringing us both to the edge. Lisa's looking up at
me as I'm pounding straight down, nailing her ass to
the table, and just then she tells me to come with
her. You know, I don't give a shit if she's coming but
I sure know that I'm about to.
	My hips are a blur, fucking her like a jackrabbit on
speed. All of a sudden, her cunt walls start to clench
down on me and she starts writhing and moaning and
just generally making a hell of a racket. Of course,
the table is banging on the floor and the sound of our
bodies slapping together is probably loud enought for
the whole fucking mall to hear but I'm so close I
can't slow down. Then she lets out this long squeal,
like the sound on the TV after the station goes off
the air, and I'm thinking that every dog within three
miles knows she's going over the top.
	Every coherent thought I had vanished as Lisa's pussy
clamped down on me hard- then spasmed over and over
and over, milking my cock. That was it for me and I
felt my seed come rocketing out of my balls and fly up
my shaft. My legs went numb and my eyes squeezed shut
as that old familiar feeling raced up my spine and
shorted out my brain. I'm almost there... and...
here... it... comes... and... my dick felt like it
swelled three sizes for a brief moment, then spent
itself in an enormous blast of teen cream. Jet after
jet of steaming hot ball squeezings came firing out of
my launcher, splattering against her insides, filling
her love box to the brim with creamy goodness.
	Fuck, that shit made me lightheaded. I stagger
backwards and my dick comes sliding out of her, all
slippery and covered with cum and pussy juice. I
managed to keep my pants on the whole time, so I tuck
my tired soldier back into his bunk for a well
deserved rest. As I do, I'm watching Lisa's cunt
pucker and a big glob of cum slither out of her, down
between her ass cheeks, and onto the cookie making
table. Think about that the next time you're tempted
to buy cookies from that place in the mall!
	Still stoned to the bone, Lisa and I get ourselves
back in order. Now we're dressed but it's pretty
obvious what we've been doing, our hair is all fucked
up and, even after being brushed off, her shirt is
covered on both sides with flour from the table. We
come moseying out of the backroom and check the clock-
good timing, five minutes to close! She shuts the
motherfucker down early and, as we're leaving, I catch
that same old man, still sitting on the bench,
watching us. He's got a huge grin on his face and
gives me the thumbs up as we walk out. Yeah, it's
great to be me!


	If you like this shit, let me know at
gitanostrings@yahoo.com. 
	
	 
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