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Subject: {ASSM} Early Stories by RAM: Bradley's Bar
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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      NOTE: The story in this post is NOT an excerpt from 
      Sunflower Alley. The Sunflower Alley series may be found
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Around 5-8 years ago, I posted several dozen original stories on a.s.s.
that did not become a part of my "Sunflower Alley" series. My early
stories were put together on an 80 MB HD Macintosh. Most of my early
stories disappeared from my files when that little Mac crashed; I have
managed to salvage only 17 of them. I am missing, perhaps, 2 or 3 dozen
of my early stories. 

Usually, I posted my early stories then, as now, under my initials,
"RAM"; some very early work was posted under the names R.A. Mendosa and
R.A. Mendoza. The story which follows is one of those early works. If
you are in possession of any of my early stories, you would honor me by
mailing me a copy; I shall be eternally grateful. Thank you. 

	R_A_M@bigfoot.com

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COMMENT: BRADLEY'S BAR, is one of my early "Stories by RAM". It, as well
as other original stories I have written, has been purloined by several
sites and individuals. On the positive side, most of these sites, and
individuals, have given credit to me, the author, as "RAM." I have no
objection to others posting my stories, indeed, I am quite flattered.
However, sites that post my stories should not do so for profit; and
they should ensure that I, RAM, am given credit as the author for the
free stories that they have filched.

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BRADLEY'S BAR
by RAM


Bradley's is a cowboy bar. No real cowboys frequent Bradley's. But,
there is usually a cowboy hat or two to lend it the atmosphere of a
cowboy bar. The majority of the patrons wear jeans. Some actually wear
cowboy boots, but the favored footwear is athletic shoes. The favorite
drink is beer; usually, Bud. Some of the younger guys, and girls,
occasionally head outside to the parking lot and pass around a joint,
looking out at the street lest a police car happened by which doesn't
happen too often unless there has recently been violence in Bradley's.

The women patrons, always in the minority, with an average ratio
of five men to one woman, are usually girl friends, or wives. The girls
mostly wear jeans too although some favor cutoffs, slashed high, often
with a bit of lower ass cheeks showing. Those who display the flesh are
usually younger, some in their late teens, the oldest, perhaps, in their
hot thirties.

Because the age of the patrons varies, and because women are welcome,
Bradley's Bar passes itself off as a family bar. In fact, families with
all age groups are often represented, from arm held infants to
occasional younger teens, and the over 21 legal drinkers, can come and
enjoy themselves, at the juke box, playing pool or shuffle-board, or
just talking at a table without being hassled for ID. You have to be 21
to sit at the bar.

The interior of Bradley's is shaped like an outline of Oklahoma, with
the panhandle on the lower, rather than the upper, left. The entrance
is centered at the bottom of the panhandle. As you get in the door, the
rudimentary wooden bar runs parallel to the panhandle, forcing one to
turn either left, to the end of the bar, or right, toward the larger
interior of the bar. There's a juke box to the right of the entrance,
jutting into the larger room. A shuffleboard is positioned along the
wall at the far end of the bar. In the center of the large room are two
pool tables, usually always full of action. The bathrooms are located at
the far back wall of the bar, just at the corner where the wooden bar
pokes into the large room. There's a couple of tables positioned along
the walls, but most of the drinking action takes place at the bar,
around the pool tables, and at the ends of the shuffleboard.

In the corner of the large room, closest to the wall near the bathroom,
Mary Lou is holding forth. In that partially hidden corner, four men are
gathered around her. The men are all drinking beer, swigging directly
from their long neck bottles. The men are standing shoulder to shoulder
in a square circle, obscuring Mary Lou from the view of the others in
the bar. Still, because of their laughter, it is obvious to anyone that
is interested that they are engaged in hanky-panky with Mary Lou. 

The Young Man is standing behind Mary Lou, leaning against the wall,
feeling the middle aged woman's buttocks pressing against his crotch.
His hard-on juts into the crack of her ass and she is pressed back
against him, pinning him to the wall, using him as a human pillow.

Emboldened by the illegal beer that he is holding in his right hand, The
Young Man runs his left hand over the the side of Mary Lou's hip feeling
her warm roundness. She does not stop him, instead her slight swaying
movements as she shifts her weight back and forth from foot to foot,
seemingly welcomes and encourages his manual exploration. The Young
Man's traveling hand encounters the right hand of the guy standing in
front of Mary Lou. The two men glance into each other's eyes, only for a
split second, recognizing that the situation might turn into more than a
hot woman surrounded by a group of guys.

The guy in front of Mary Lou, Shuffle Board Player no. 1, knows Mary
Lou, intimately. He knows that she is "that kind of girl." He likes
her. Mary Lou likes him, too. He accepts Mary Lou just the way she is.
His presence in front of her, talking and laughing with her and the
others, gives her confidence to continue as the center of their
attraction. It is her excuse for permitting four men's hands to rove
over her body. After, all, she reasons, they are his friends and as long
as Shuffle Board Player no. 1 and she are friends, others can join the
party, cop a feel and she does not mind, because, after all, it is a
party and at parties people do those things. Any friend of his is a
friend of mine, she thinks.

Shuffle Board Player no. 1 moves his hand from her waist, sliding it up
to cup her left breast. He leans forward and plants his mouth on hers.
Their tongues meet. As they communicate thusly, The Young Man, feeling
emboldened by Mary Lou's permitting his hand on her ass, leans his
shoulders back against the wall and thrusts his hips out, forward, at
her. He feels her ass twisting at his bulge, grinding back against his
hard hot seventeen year old cock urgently pressing through his jeans
against her forty year old buttocks. She isn't built too bad, The Young
Man thinks, gripping her hips with his hands, the right one still
clutching the long neck Budweiser that Bradley's Bar specializes in. She
is about six or seven inches shorter than him, he notices. The top of
the back of her head comes to the bottom of his chin so he guesses that
she is about 5'4. She has a decent waist too; although she is not a slim
teenager, he guesses that she must weigh around 140 pounds. She reminds
him of his mother.
 
He feels the moisture in his jeans, wondering if she can feel his
wetness pressing into her ass crack. The two other men at her sides,
also emboldened, press in closer, running their empty hands over her
thighs and hips, one across her stomach, the other across her ass. She
is penned in between four clothed hard cocks and eight searching hot
hands.

"I need a smoke," Mary Lou says, straightening up, pulling her body
away from The Young Man's. The four men straighten up. "Anybody want to
join me?" Mary Lou glances back at The Young Man, smiling at him
invitingly, and moves toward the door. The four men compliantly follow
her out in a line through the front door to the parking lot. The half
dozen men seated at the bar follow them with their eyes.

At the edge of the parking lot to the right of the bar, Mary Lou opens
her purse and extracts a joint. "Anybody got a light?" she asks the
group. 

The Young Man springs forth with a lighter. Mary Lou does not put the
joint in her mouth. Instead, she holds it in her right hand while with
her left she steadies The Young Man's hand holding the lighter, while
she lets the flame just barely sear the tip of the joint until there is
a glow of fire on it. She puts the joint delicately to her lips and
sucks in a deep drag. The guys watch her. Mary Lou, her breasts poking
forward, keeps the smoke trapped in her lungs as she passes the joint to
Shuffle Board Player no. 1 who takes a quick drag and hands it to
Shuffle Board Player no. 2 who does the same and then passes it on to
The Young Man, who does the same and passes it on to Patron A, a regular
at the bar, who was about 45 years old.

The group smokes one joint. When that is down to a roach, the Young Man
offers up a joint of his own and they smoke that one, too. Very soon,
Mary Lou and the men, feeling the combined effects of Bud and Weed, are
all grinning at each other, feeling warm and soft brained.

"Wanna have some fun?" Mary Lou asks. The four men all look at her.

"Come on, I know you want to have to some fun," Mary Lou says to The
Young Man, taking him by the hand, and glancing at each of the other
three men, catching their eyes, inviting them, too. The group moves
around to the darker side of the parking lot. There are several cars in
the shadows. The diffused light from the small windows overlooking
Bradley's Bar shuffleboard area shines down over their heads, but the
group is mostly hidden from view from the street and from anyone going
into the bar's front entrance. Mary Lou slips in between two of the
cars. She stops and leans back against the door side of one car. The
four men cluster together shoulder to shoulder in front of her.

Mary Lou reaches out with both hands feeling for the nearest crotches.
She encounters Shuffle Board Players no. 1 and 2, directly in front of
her. She squeezes the stiff poles pressing against the front of their
trousers. She pulls her hands away from their cocks and moves them out
to the The Young Man and other man, Bar Patron A, standing at the sides.
Bar Patron A and The Young Man feel Mary Lou's small hands gripping
their cocks through their pants.

Clutching her prizes, Mary Lou looks at the car. "Is this door open?"
she asks.

In quick response, Bar Patron A yanks open the door of the big car. Mary
Lou lets go of Bar Patron A and The Young Man's jeans; she moves over
and stands momentarily in front of the open doorway. She sits on the
seat, sideways, facing out, her feet touching the ground. She reaches
for the nearest fly in front of her. She unbuckles the belt and the
trousers fall, bunching up just below the man's knees. Shuffle Board
Player no. 1's cock springs out into the night air, waving about, moving
toward Mary Lou's mouth. She gobbles it greedily.

Shuffle Board Player no. 1 strokes in and out of her mouth, once, twice,
then immediately after stroke three, he ejaculates into her sucking
mouth. She swallows it.

Shuffle Board Player no. 1 pulls his dripping cock from Mary Lou's
lips. He glances over at Bar Patron A at his side. "Go on, man," 
Shuffle Board Player no. 2 urges Bar Patron A. "She loves to suck!"

Bar Patron A drops his trousers and shorts and moves his thick stubby
cock toward Mary Lou's waiting lips. Her mouth is waiting, open. She
knows Stubby from his regular patronage at the bar. Even though they
are not friends, because he has never approached her, Mary Lou knows
that Stubby always looks at her with sexual interest. Stubby, on the
other hand, does not think highly of Mary Lou. He has seen her go
outside before with other guys. He's seen her smoking pot in the parking
lot; and, he has seen her go in cars with guys, sometimes with two guys.
At first, he figured that they were just smoking pot; however, when he
saw the silhouettes in the car, sometimes he could not detect the
outline of Mary Lou's head. He likes to tell his bar companions that
Mary Lou is a slut, a cock sucking slut. But, Stubby is attracted to the
slut. Now, at last, he has his cock in her mouth.

Stubby's cock drills into Mary Lou's mouth. Her lips touch Stubby's
dense pubic hair. Mary Lou is not a deep throater but when she gets hot,
and when the cock is not too long, she seems to be able to suck a cock
deep into her mouth for a short moment. She lets it plop out of her
mouth, momentarily, then she resumes a steady head back-and-forth motion
on it. His thickness does not seem to bother her. Her lips are
stretched, precariously, over his fat sausage. She controls Stubby with
her mouth. When she takes a guy this way, Mary Lou feels totally
powerful, totally in command of her life and his. For Mary Lou, nothing
in the world is better than sucking a guy's cock, controlling him with
her mouth, feeling his cock slip in and out of her oral cavity, feeling
the unwillingness of the cock to forego the pleasures of her lips, her
tongues, her warm suction.

Mary Lou feels Stubby's pre-orgasmic throb. Knowing that he is about to
blow she slows down her suction. She wants him to totally blow off, she
wants to deplete him, to own him with her mouth. "Aaargh!" Stubby cuts
loose.

Stubby feels her mouth vacuum sucking his load down her throat. The
pleasure-pain is too much. His hands grip the top of the automobile's
door. He looks down at the top of her head below him. He sees her lips
wrapped around his manhood, yanking the driblets from his cock. What is
wrong with this woman, he thinks? How can she behave this way with him,
with all these guys? He is being consumed by her, yet he knows that he
is only the second. There is still that young kid and the the other guy.
He discerns them in his peripheral vision, waiting their turns, watching
him deplete himself in the slut's mouth. She'll drain their come down
her throat, too, just like she has swallowed his. This woman is a slut,
a whore. Stubby yanks his deflating cock from her mouth. The hell with
her.

"Come on sweet heart, let's pull your pants off," Stubby hears Shuffle
Board Player no. 2 say to Mary Lou. Stubby steps away from the group and
pulls up his pants. He zippers up as he walks away, looking over his
shoulder, seeing Mary Lou's white legs exposed as Shuffle Board Player
no. 2 pulls her slacks off over her feet. Nice legs. Stubby stumbles
through the bar door entrance breaking his momentum against the wooden
bar.

"Hey, it looks like a man that just shot his wad," someone calls out to
him.

"Fuck you," Stubby mutters, ashamed that he has succumbed to his lust in
the mouth of a loose woman. That pig has no class, he thinks. "Give me a
Bud," he snarls at the bartender.

"Sure thing, Stub, sure thing."

"Put your hands on the hood," Shuffle Board Player no. 2 orders.

"I want to fuck you from behind."

Mary Lou stands, moves over to the hood, and braces herself on her
hands. She isn't wearing any pants. Shuffle Board Player no. 2 and The
Young Man had pulled them off of her a moment after she had sucked off
Stub. She looks good from the back; her legs are nice, her ass is
shapely and untanned white. She looks like a slut ready to take 'em on.

Mary Lou bends forward, from the waist, sticking her ass back to give
the man better access to her charms. She feels Shuffle Board Player
no. 2's hands firmly gripping her hips. She moans as she feels his
familiar cock slide into her slippery pussy. His cock buries itself
easily into her sloppy cunt. His shirt covered stomach slaps against her
buttocks.

"Do you like it his way, Baby?" Shuffle Board Player no. 2 gasps.

"I like it like this," she moans. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

Mary Lou likes a man taking charge, taking responsibility for her
pleasure; she likes the feel his hands holding her hips; she loves the
feel his hips slapping against her ass; more than anything, she loves
the slick probe pumping in and out of her, making her moan, making her
flow, making her come. It feels good.

"This is the way my mother likes it," Mary Lou thinks. "She likes it
like this! From behind." Mary Lou feels close to her mother, who is
still inside the bar. She wonders if her mother is worried about her
being outside so long. Still, her mother knows that she goes outside
with guys, so what the hell. Shit, her own mother sometimes goes outside
with guys. Her mother is a slut, too.

"Ooh! Ooh!" Mary Lou feels her pussy filling with Shuffle Board Player
no. 2's semen. It makes her moan. The juices are running out of her,
oozing down the insides of her thighs. She is coming with him, just
like the romance magazines said she is supposed to. It's wonderful being
fucked, being loved, being wanted. It doesn't matter if she has her
hands on the hood of a car in a tavern parking lot. It feels like love
to her; it makes her feel good; it makes her come. Coming is all that
matters to Mary Lou.

She feels the pressure of Shuffle Board Player no. 2's hands lift from
her hips. His cock slips out of her and she feels his warm semen seeping
out, tugged by gravity, flowing down the insides of her white thighs
like a slow thick cream waterfall. She wants to clean up the slimy mess,
but no sooner has Shuffle Board Player no. 2 pulled out of her than she
feels another cock slip into her, sliding its way through her semen
drenched pussy.

The Young Man buries himself inside of her, feeling the sloppy wetness
of being second in line. It feels good. He never thought that he would
ever want to take sloppy seconds with any woman, but Mary Lou turns him
on. It is because she is the same age as his mother, he thinks. He has
sexy thoughts about his mother every once in a while but he knows that
he would never be able to do anything about them. On the other hand,
with Mary Lou, he can fuck her and not feel bad about it. She is his
surrogate mother; he can fuck her without guilt.

As he watches his cock thrusting in and out of Mary Lou's pussy, he
wonders if his own mother has ever done anything like Mary Lou was
doing? If she was hot, like Mary Lou, she must of got fucked like this.
Maybe not with four guys, but maybe one guy at a time? The thought of
his mother being fucked, the thought of his mother bent over the hood of
a car taking on one guy after another makes him throb.

Oh shit, The Young Man thinks, it is excruciatingly pleasureful. He
wants to make it last, but it isn't going to. He'd watched Shuffle Board
Player no. 1 come in her mouth. Then Stubby did too. Then he watched
Shuffle Board Player no. 2 come in her pussy. Now, it's his turn to let
her have it. He spews into Mary Lou's pussy. It is a huge load, the
copious gusher of a young man. She feels him filling her up. It is
wonderful. She loves feeling a man's love filling her up. It is messy,
it's wet; but it is warm, and it is intimate love. Her ass twists from
side to side as if she can feel his hot cock in her pussy, feeling its
juices drench her pussy hairs.

She loves it, the Young Man thinks. This woman, this slut, this
surrogate mother of his loves being fucked by a mother fucker. Is this
right? He falls over onto her, pressing her against the hood.

"Come on man, you're done, aint'cha," he hears someone say.

Still breathing hard, the Young Man pulls out of Mary Lou. He looks over
at the guy standing next to him, his pants down around his ankles, his
hard cock in his hand, ready to take his place behind Mary Lou's
inviting ass. Shit, he thinks, she's just waiting there for the next
cock. What's she gonna do, take on the whole bar?

The Young Man zips up his jeans, as he watches Bar Patron B slide his
cock into Mary Lou's receptive pussy. He hears her moan, again, with
pleasure. He watches her wiggle her ass. What a whore. Two guys have
come in her mouth and she swallowed their loads. Now a fifth cock is
buried in her pussy and she is still squirming and moaning; he can even
hear her mumbles, "Fuck me, fuck me." She loves it, he thinks; she likes
it more than I did! 

As The Young Man walks away, he notices that there are four more guys
waiting their turn. He'd seen them sitting at the bar earlier. What
would she want with them? he thinks; two of them must be over sixty.
They'd have trouble getting it up for her. She needs hard cocks, he
thinks, with disgustful pride. At least, she would remember his stiff
cock in her; when these guys fuck her, she'll be lucky to feel anything.

"The slut really loves to fuck," The Young Man hears one of the new
spectators say.

"Yeah, she's a hot number," he hears another one say.

The Young Man hurries into the bar. He does not want to hear that kind
of talk about Mary Lou. Mary Lou is special to him. She can't help it,
he thinks. She must be a nympho or something. Those guys should treat
her with respect; even if she is a slut, they shouldn't call her that.
She has always treated him with respect, so they should be nice to her.
He hopes that he will be able to fuck her again. Maybe she will suck his
cock the next time?

In the parking lot, a tall, slim, cowboy hat wearing guy about 30 is
porking Mary Lou. His stiff cock is poking out of his fly and when he
buries it deep into her cunt, his jeans press against Mary Lou's white
ass. "Move your ass," Cowboy Hat orders Mary Lou. She moves her ass
sideways, first one way quickly, then another to accommodate him. She
knows that when she obeys the guys, moving like they want her to, they
always seem to like her better. She wiggles her ass some more.

"Unnh, Unnh," she hears Cowboy Hat gurgling behind. Shit, another one is
going to shoot his wad. She is just barely starting to come again as he
cuts loose a torrent of jizz into her used pussy. She feels him pulling
out of her, feeling more jizz squirting on her ass cheeks and thighs.
She feels his seeping cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass,
wetting it, drenching her puckered asshole with it. Then, she feels him
pull away from her. She braces herself for cock number six.

"I want to fuck you on your back," she hears a smooth voice speak. 

Mary Lou straightens up, turns around and looks up into the eyes of an
around forty year old man. He isn't a cowboy, nor is he wearing jeans.
He is that mostly quiet gentleman that always sits at the far end of the
bar, away from the din of the pool tables and the juke box. Usually, he
speaks mostly to the bar maids and stays to himself, although he is not
entirely anti-social. He is not one that Mary Lou would have imagined
would follow her out to the parking lot and take part in gang banging
her. Still, the fact that he wants to fuck her too makes her feel good.
He's married, she knows, but he is the kind of guy that never takes his
wife to a bar.

One of the two remaining guys waiting their turn pulls open the back
door of the big car. The back seat is inviting Mary Lou and her
cock-for-the-moment. She eyes the back seat with approval. She shifts
her gaze back to the man that made his request of her to get on her
back. She will be able to accommodate him, she thinks, without getting
all messy on the ground. A car back seat is okay with her. She nods her
head at him and then at the car.

Bar Patron C guides Mary Lou to the open right back door of the car. She
sits at the edge of the seat, then she lies back down on it. In the
moonlight, her near luminous, well shaped, naked white legs, glow
provocatively in the dim parking lot lights, protruding out the door of
the car. She pulls her left leg up over the seat so that it is visible
through the the window glass. Her other leg remains, her calf sticking
out the back door. Bar Patron C drops his trousers to his knees and
climbs in over her, between her spread legs. He has no trouble
penetrating her. He rests his right arm atop the back of the front seat
and humps his hips at her. He doesn't last long. He comes in her,
feeling her hips expertly humping at him, feeling the slippery sliding
grip of her snapping pussy walls extracting the juice from his balls.

Bar Patron C collapses atop Mary Lou. Damn, she thinks, he didn't make
it last. It wasn't even explosive. But, still, she made him come, too.
That is an accomplishment. She feels good being able to bring off so
many guys. How many does that make already? She is losing count. Was it
five? Maybe six? Maybe the whole bar will want to get in on it. How many
would that be? Fifteen, maybe? I can do them all, she thinks. Just hump
my hips at them and they come. Suck their cocks a little bit and I'll
get them off.

Bar Patron C pulls himself up off of Mary Lou. She continues to lay on
her back across the length of the seat, relishing the moment of rest.
She sees Bar Patron C tugging up his trousers and then disappear, still
doing his belt. Mary Lou hears the door by her head open. She glances
up, seeing, in upside-down view, one of the older guys. He must be
sixty, maybe more. His dick is out of his pants. He points it at her
face. She swallows it in. It is an uncomfortable position. She lets his
cock slip out of her mouth, still holding it with one hand. 

"Here, you sit in the seat," she says to Older Guy 1. She goes to her
knees on the floor of the car. Old Guy 1 plops himself in the seat. 
Mary Lou puts her head in his lap and sucks his cock, bobbing her head
up and down like she likes it. She does. Mary Lou loves to suck cock
probably more than anything in the world. When she sucks, she forgets
her troubles; when she sucks, the world is under control, stabilized
between her lips; when she sucks, she dispenses pleasure. Mary Lou loves
being bad; Mary Lou loves being good; Mary Lou loves loving her fellow
man. It makes her feel good to suck cock. For her it is as much
spiritual, as well as physical, pleasure.

"That feels real good, Dearie," Old Guy 1 says, patting her on the
shoulder.

"Thank you. It tastes good, too," Mary Lou answers, feeling good about
the compliment and letting her new man for the moment know that she
likes sucking his cock. She can tell that he isn't going to come right
away, like the younger guy. She likes younger guys because they are
always loaded with hot juice. She loves it, the more the better. She
likes the feel of if dripping from the hairs on her pussy. She loves the
sticky after feel on her lips and chin when she tries to swallow a huge
load but can't and has to let some of the warm sticky goo slip from out
on her lips and drip down her chin.

Mary Lou slurps away at the old guy's cock to let him know that she
appreciates his niceness; she appreciates his ability to make it last,
to give her the pleasure of sucking his sausage. Another guy sits down
on the seat. He has his cock out too. She can see him out of the corner
of her eye. Even though she is concentrating on the Old Guy 1's cock,
she reaches over with her left hand and takes the new guy's cock in it.
She pulls her head up to view the situation, holding Old Guy 1's cock.
Old Guy 2 is even older than Old Guy 1. They both hang out together,
usually sitting at one of the side tables, taking in the bar action,
talking in a slightly more private conversation afforded them by their
seating. Still, they are men, too, Mary Lou thinks. Men with cocks. 
They are older, but they have cocks and will appreciate her more, too,
because of the wisdom of their age.

It is senior citizens time, she thinks, as she slurps at first one cock,
then at the other. They are both reaching down and are playing with her
tits, pulling up her blouse so that they can manipulate her bare
breasts. Mary Lou never wears a bra, always letting her assets jiggle
around, her nipples poking at the material of her blouse. The old guys,
observers of life, knew that and when they have the younger forty year
old woman between them, tending their cock garden, they can not resist
feeling her breasts.

"Isn't she nice," Old Guy 1 says.

Slurp.

"A nice young lady," Old Guy 2 responds.

"Isn't it nice the way she sucks our cocks?"

Slurp.

"I like it when a young girl is nice enough to do that for me."

"All girls should be as nice as you are, honey."

"Thank you." Slurp. "You're nice, too. Both of you. I like sucking your
cocks. You know how to treat a woman."

Slurp.

Mary Lou works their cocks over for a good fifteen minutes. Altogether,
at that moment, when Old Guy 2 starts to come, Mary Lou has been sucking
and fucking for almost an hour and a half.

Old Guy 2 feels his semen oozing into Mary Lou's mouth. Mary Lou slows
her sucking, flicking her tongue at the tip of his cock, pulling her
lips over the tip and drinking down the ooze. With one big long drawn
out suck, she drains him. "Delicious," she compliments him. As his cock
deflates, she holds it in her left hand, then moves over to Old Guy 1
and does the same thing. She knows that watching his friend come in her
mouth will soon have him dribbling his orgasm in her throat too. She
drinks his flow. "Delicious, too."

"God! You're so good," Old Guy 2 gasps.

Mary Lou loves the praise. She loves being thanked for sucking cock and
swallowing come. It makes her feel worthwhile and inspires her with
missionary like fervor for her predilection. She also doesn't mind the
younger guys' harsher comments, words like "Suck it, slut," she just
prefers nicer words.

Shuffle Board Player no. 1 returns with a young man following him. "Come
on," he says to the The Kid at his side. "She's hot. She likes it." The
boy unzips and sits down on the back seat. Mary Lou goes down on him
right there. She feels his come shooting through his shaft into her
mouth. The Kid grunts loudly, and his pals standing outside watching,
yell "Attaboy!" at his orgasmic outburst. He comes a lot and Mary Lou
can't swallow it all, for a change. She feels good, like a mother, about
the young man's eagerness to let a forty year old woman. She pulls up
and wipes her mouth, looking at him.

"I'm old enough to be your mother," she tells The Kid, with a smile. She
lowers her head to his cock and sucks out the rest of his juices. He
pats her head. Mary Lou feels that he appreciates her; therefore, she
likes swallowing his semen.

There are more cocks to take care of; more cocks taking their turn
between her lips, some in their twenties, most in their thirties. She
swallows their stuff too. When the night is over, she goes home to her
husband.

"How many cocks did you suck?" Mary Lou's husband asks.

"I don't know. A lot." She moves her head down to her husband's
cock. "I can't remember how many cocks I sucked," she tells him. "I
can't remember. I sucked some, some fucked me. Maybe fifteen."

Fifteen different cocks in my wife's mouth, Mary Lou's husband thinks.
Her husband comes in her mouth. She comes, too. That makes sixteen,
maybe.


***Stories by RAM
(c) by R.A. Mendoza 

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