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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, pt.2

by RAM@END_FILE_ID.DIZ



    "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. 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 him pumping in and out of her, making her moan, making
her flow, making her cum. 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 cum. It makes her moan. The juices are running out of her,
oozing down the insides of her thighs. She is cumming 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 cum. Cumming 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 cum 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 cum 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,
somehow, 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 begins to make 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 cum in her mouth. Then Stubby did too. Then he watched
Shuffle Board Player no. 2 cum 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 semen in her pussy, feel it 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.

    The Young Man pulls out of Mary Lou. Still breathing hard, he
looks 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, watching 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 cum
in her mouth and she swallowed their semen. Now a fifth cock is buried in
her pussy and she is still squirming and moaning. He can hear her
mumbling, "Fuck me, fuck me."

    "She loves it," he thinks. "She loves it more than I did!" As he
walks away, he notices that there are four other guys waiting their turn.
He'd seen them sitting at the bar earlier. What would she want with them,
he thought. 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 fucked
her, she'd 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 was going to shoot his wad! She is just barely starting to cum again
as he cuts loose a torrent of jizz into her used pussy. She feels him
pulling out of her, feeling him still squirting jism on her. She feels him
sliding his seeping cock 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 40-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 looks at the back seat with approval and then her
eyes move 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.

    Bar Patron C guides Mary Lou to the open right back door of the
car. She sits at the edge of the seat; then 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
cums in her, feeling her hips expertly humping at him, feeling the
slippery sliding grip of her snapping pussy walls extracting the cum 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 cum, too.
That is an accomplishment. She feels good being able to bring off so many
guys. How many did 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 cum. 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 of been sixty, maybe
more. His dick is out of his pants. He points it at her face. She swallows
it in and begins to suck it. 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 asks 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 her head in his lap and begins to suck his cock,
bobbing her head up and down like she likes it. She does. Mary Lou loves
to suck cock probably better 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. She
loves being bad; she loves being good; she 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 cum right
away, like the younger guy. She likes younger guys because they are always
loaded with juicy cum. She loves cum, 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. She 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 40-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 cum, Mary Lou has
been sucking and fucking for almost an hour and a half.

    Old Guy 2 feels his cum oozing into Mary Lou's mouth. Mary Lou
slows her sucking and begins to drain him, flicking her tongue at the tip
of his cock, pulling her lips over the tip and drinking down the ooze.

    "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 cum in her mouth will soon have him dribbling his orgasm in her
throat too. She drinks his flowing cum.

    "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 cum. 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 Plyaer 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 young man unzips and sits down on the back seat. Mary Lou goes down on
him right there. She feels his cum shooting through his shaft into her
mouth. The Kid grunts loudly, and his pals standing outside watching, yell
"Attaboy" at his orgasmic outburst.

    He cums 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
40-year old woman. She pulls up and wipes her mouth, looking at him.

    "I'm old enough to be your mother," she tells him. 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 cum. Then there are more cocks to to take care; more cocks taking
their turn between her lips, some in their twenties, most in their
thirties. She swallows their cum 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 his wife's mouth! Her husband cums in her mouth. Mary Lou cums,
too.


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

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