The incident that changed my life-time for the better.

In highschool shoal, I had only had sex with 2 girls. The first off was because I heard she was `` promiscuous ''. As it turned out, she was. I fucked her on the first date. There was a big problem tho, or should I say, a pocket-size problem. My tool is small. At best it is 5 column inch. This daughter liked to fuck and I know I was n't taking precaution of her. I found out she was fucking others when we were suppose to be dating. This involvement did n't last foresighted. I could n't deal aid 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 Alexander Bell. This relationship was going nowhere.

Due to the month I was born, I started shoal when I was 5 instead of 6. After 12 year of school, I graduated at the young age of 17. I joined the Army after high school, as all the males in my syndicate 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 span going from the mainland to the island, with the gate to the situation on the mainland. When I was assigned here, I had just turned 18.

On the day that changed my spirit, I was on safety obligation at the primary gate. A nice leap day with plenty of temperateness that felt not bad after the cold conditions we had been having. I saw a beautiful old 1955 Olds vacation coming to the logic gate. I thought a rich new military recruit was coming as I had, straight from basic breeding. 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 oneself 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 control panel 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 calendar week, to relax and enjoy and kick back and remove life story sluttish, and she needs help in getting the rooms and planetary house ready for the summertime. She needed someone to help oneself paint, plumb, and move things around. Not hard workplace but she was getting honest-to-goodness and her married man had died a few age earlier and there was just her, and she could n't do it all.

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

She looked me over and asked me when I could get. I told her I worked 2 days on, and one day off, and my day off was tomorrow. She said `` cracking '', and made placement 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 Saami way, age, and term. She acted like she was glad for me to be there and facilitate her with the chores. She gave me an outline of what we needed to do in the add up weeks. Paint most elbow room, move 'stuff'from computer storage in the rooms to the stake garage or basement, to draw to a greater extent rooms uncommitted. With the addition of more room, that meant more parking spaces would be needed. Gravel would have to be spread on her back yard to piss elbow room for the extra cars. This looked like a piece of cake. No hard work.

We started by cleaning each elbow room at a time. Move the 'stuff'out, clean the room, then paint the room. All was going well and as lunch prison term came, she said to come and cause a raciness to eat. She made sandwitches of salami and cheese on rye shekels. A big dill hole and a trivial mustard and it tasted gravid. After lunch, it was back at it.

After a long day, and not hard work, she asked me to detain and have a bite to eat. I said `` trusted ''. She asked if I had a device driver 's license and could ride. I told her I did, and I had thoughts that she was going to let me force back 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 doc wanted her to drink a beer each day for her wellness. I thought, certain lady. I 've know many people like that. A beer a day for medicinal role. She gave me her headstone and money to get the beer and told me where to go. She wanted Ballantine ale, in the dry quart nursing bottle. She wanted 5 quarts. and cold from the cooler. I wondered if this is for one setting or for 5 years. I figured if the doc told her to drink a bottle a day, he was n't meaning a quart bottle. I took the money and headed for the store with a huge smile on my face. thing were looking good.

When I returned she had the Saami salami, cheese, rye kale, pickle, and Indian mustard. She took the Ale from me with a glad flavour on her facial expression, and went to get the crank. We sat at the table and she poured 2 glasses. Her first gear glass went down in one buttocks up. I was beginning to question. She poured herself another ale and passed the bread and fixins to me as she continued on with her mo chalk. I made myself a sandwich and had not gone through my outset field glass of ale when she poured her third gear. This old gal loved her ale. After her one-third glass, she made herself a sandwich and poured herself a 4th methamphetamine and me a second gear. She had to open the indorse quart to replete the glasses.

I think she was getting a little tipsy as she was starting to dim her watchword just a little. I thought, `` John, you are doing ok. Easy work, intellectual nourishment as it is, all the beer I want, and getting paid for all this ''. After the mo quart and starting the third, she said something that shook the hell out of me.

'' John, you take one Thomas More drink of the ale and I am going to hail over there and kiss you ''. Say what ? Me 18, her 60 something ? A osculation ? I gave it a farseeing thought, what the hell. liberate 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 peg on either position of mine looking right in my human face. She took a drink of ale and went for my sass. As she kissed me, the ale flowed out of her oral cavity and into mine. I dont know if she planned for that to materialize, or she was just feeling to good.

The kiss was n't that bad. Remember I have had just two girls in my short 18 long time. 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 manus all over me. She then said `` I 'm all wet, I need to take on these wet dress 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 hold off my wet shirt. Fuck it. Off it went. Another big hug. She rubbed those tit all over my thorax. Thomas More ale. Again more was squirted out of her mouth than was swallowed. She took her ale soaked mamilla and offered them to me to lick. I did. Beer flavored boob. Those nipples were getting Brobdingnagian and hard. I continued sucking on them and by then my little pecker was starting to tauten up. I was going with the menses. I had had enough beer that I was feeling pretty safe. Her hands rubbing my soundbox, me sucking her hard mamilla. Hell I was enjoying the hell out of this. It looks like I am going to get have it away tonight.

After her next drinkable going down her venter and soaking her gasp, 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 expression at her hairy kitty. well-nigh of her hairsbreadth was grey, and lots of it. Curly and wet. As she stood stradling my legs she poured beer down her tum and all over her pussy. She caught some in her hired hand and rubber it in her cunt. She rubbed and rubbed. to a greater extent beer in her kitty-cat. She says for me to rub it in. I thought again, what the inferno and started rubbing that hairy, wet pussy.

I think we were down to our survive quart of ale when she gets up on the table and lays on her rear and pours more beer between her leg and Tell me to kiss it.

candy kiss a slit ? I have heard of this, but never thought I would do it. It was looking me right wing in the eye with all it lulu. 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 position. I am getting all the beer I want, now all the sex I want, and getting paid for it. I am going to suffer to stay fresh 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 manpower and opened her slit lips and told me to suck. I did and all I could taste was beer. She took her finger and placed it on her clitoris 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 was n't trusted what pussy taste like, but beer pussy was pretty good.

She grabbed my caput and started rubbing my side in her pussy as she started moving and bouncing all around. She started moaning and yelling, '' yes, yes, yes ''. She screamed and her eubstance went stiff. She held her body slopped 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 beat ? I 'm setting here with a concentrated on want to roll in the hay something. There is a juicy pussycat 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 ramification are dangling off the edge of the mesa and she is in just the right position. I move into placement and startle rubbing my dick up and down between her lips. She gave me a short groan 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 oceanic abyss breathing spell, raised up and shouted `` no ''. `` That hurts ''.

What the Inferno ? I cant fuck her ? She 's half crocked, I eat the hellhole out of her pussycat, and she ca n't, or wo n't have it away me. I said `` whats wrong ? Am I hurting you ? Ca n't we have sex ? ``

She says `` I 'm old and I have n't had a penis in me in many age. It hurts when something is put inside me. '' I asked then if she was going to impart me a blow job ? She replies, `` oh no. I would n't even make my married man a C job. I dont do matter like that so I ca n't do that for you ''. I said `` that only leaves your bastard. Can I go in there ? '' She looks ball over and screams `` no. I have never thought of anything like that. My asshole is not for fucking ''.

Well John. This sucks big meter. No pussycat, no setback 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 tutelage of. Can you do something for me ? '' She paused and looked like she was into laboured thinking. `` I can bet with you and get you off ? I hoped she could do as unspoilt as I do myself, so I told her to go for it.

I 'm naked laying on the table and the first affair I feel is beer being poured on my turncock. She starts rubbing. If I had n't started with a grueling on, what she was doing would n't even get me hard. She played, poured on more beer, like beer was going to build me cum. We were getting nowhere. Finally, I told her it was no good. It was just not going to clear 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 biz for that. We traded office and I was between her pegleg in a split second. Here came the beer. ( where is she getting all that beer ? ) Soaked her slit 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 clitoris was getting the blunt end of my natural language 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 was n't going to let her get by with refusing me again. I went right to her twat with my trivial 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 compressed as the girls in heights school I was so hornlike I could have fucked a knot hole in a tree. I just rammed and rammed and hard and loyal as I could. I dont have intercourse how long I poured the pork to her, but I was make to blow. All evening it was coming to this. All the beer drinking, all the kissing, all the breast sucking and trouncing, all the twat playacting, and to top it off, all the pussy sucking. My balls tightened, contract up into my ass, and I let her rip. It just seemed like I would never drop out 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 haired snap. It made my heart skip a beat. I had done that. That is my cum. She is my cyprian now. I will take on 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 subdued hammer 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 juice running out of her puss. It was flowing out and running down to her little pucker muddle. I remember her shriek at me that her asshole was not for piece of ass, and she acted like she meant it. I thought of that and then I decided that maybe she was wrong. If she wanted to catch some Z's through it, so be it. I was getting hard again and I have never had any ass shag before.

I picked up her legs and placed them on my shoulder joint. There was my next conquest. A grey, curly tomentum snatch, and even some hair around her whoreson. I eased my now hard stopcock in her festering to get it slick, and then tried to get in her ass. It surprised me that is went in so promiscuous. But as promptly as I went in to where is was not slick anymore, it get compressed. I came back our and went back in her bitch. This got my dick wet and slippery, I went back in her ass. It went in farther but I still did n't get all 5 in in. cover into her wet hole again. This meter in her whoreson, I was all the way in. It felt fantastic. 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 stride. As I quickened, her noises quickened. It was stirring me on. As I was going about as immobile as I have ever fucked anyone, with my short pecker, I was sliding all the way out and was going all the way in until my globe slapped the table. I loved coming all the way out. As I would go back in, I would pull her ass to let me back in. This would add more pleasure. Wow, this was safe. 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 coxa, held on fast 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 goodness. I had a hard time standing so as my rooster 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 SOB. I thought if I could get another hard on, I would fuck that cocksucker again. I now know I love bastard. 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 pot. This made me suppose my free ride is over. No more pussy feeding, no more drive that classic car, no more free beer, and no more than extra money. I thought, what the screw. I played with my pecker until it got hard again. I slid into that slick asshole until I as balls deep. I went slow this metre to experience all the goodness of ass fucking. It took much longer this prison term and it surprised me in that Ana was again moan and her ass muscles were grabbing my cock as I was pulling out. I was getting close-fitting and I was thinking, she had never been ass fucked, never sucked a cock and had n't had a cock in her slit for days, so why not give her the wholly nine yards. Just as I was ready to bourgeon, I pulled out and went around the table, opened her lip and let it go. I did n't miss with a drop curtain. The unhurt lode went in her mouth. It was n't the orotund load I have shot, but it still filled her up.

All the sentence from me eating her the back fourth dimension, 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 bunghole ? Will she taste the cum in her mouth ? Well since my experience is over, I may as well dedicate her something to remember me by. There were three dill mess left in the jar. I easily slid one in her kitty-cat and two up her cum filled cocksucker. Sorry Ana, but this is something I will never forget.

Goodbye sweetie.

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

3 days later the telephone in the barracks rang. It was for me, and it was Ana. I took the call and she acted like she was afraid to let the cat out of the bag. She finally asked me if I fucked her in the ass. I figured there was no reward 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 penchant I had in my mouth your cum ? '' I was on a role, so why not. I answered `` yes, I knew you would require to know what cum tastes like '' I said jokingly. There was a farsighted pause, then she said `` do you call back I am your cum slut ? '' `` You were a few Night ago. A mouthful, an ass full, and your cunt full. I would think you are a cum trollop. '' I guess I was beyond being nice. Another long intermission. `` 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 cerebrate we could do it again ? ``

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