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WARNING: Many scenes in Couples contain graphic written depictions and
expressions of a sexual nature intended solely for adult readers. If this
type of material is offensive to you, you must not proceed further.

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Bradley's Bar

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    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 wasn't too
often unless there has recently been violence in Bradley's.

    The women patrons, usually 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, cut high, often with
a little bit of lower ass 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, where
families with all age groups 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. You have to be 21 to sit at the bar.

    The interior of Bradley's is shaped like an upside down outline of
Oklahoma, with the panhandle to the left instead of the right. The
entrance is centered on the panhandle so 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 by the door jutting into the larger room. A
shuffleboard is positioned at the far end along the wall.  In the center
of the large room are two pool tables, usually always full of action. The
bathrooms are located on the backside 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 bottom wall as well as along the top wall, 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 bottles. They 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 were 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.  She
feels warm, she feels good.

    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 encounter 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 could 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 the feel of his cock, grinding back against
his hard hot 17-year-old cock urgently pressing through his jeans against
her 40-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 still, he
guesses, 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. Everyone stands up straight at her motion.
"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 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 til 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, then The Young Man offers up a joint
of his own and they smoke that one, too.  Very soon, Mary Lou and the men
are feeling the combined effects of Bud and Weed and are all grinning at
each other, feeling warm and soft-brained.

    "Wanna have some fun?" Mary Lou asks. They 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 looking over 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 shine 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.

    Still holding onto her prizes, Mary Lou looks at the car. "Is this
door open?"

    In quick response, Bar Patron A yanks open the door of the big
car. Mary Lou lets go of their jeans, moves over, stands momentarily in
front of the open doorway. Then, 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. He figured
that they were just smoking pot, but when he saw the silhouettes in the
car, sometimes he could not detect the outline of Mary Lou's head.  He
tells 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 deep 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 cum 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."


*** Cont. (Bradley's Bar, pts.1-2)

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