Max's Cafe # 13
by Paladin
Old George ran his hands over the straining compressed tits. He
possesively he tweaked the pink nipples of the now pretzel shaped
lump of female flesh and said,
"Kind of nice ain't they." Then he fingered her labia and tested
her vagina. Next he traced the furled brown rose of her brownie..
"Decisions ..... decisions... gal my old log done wanna be
dividing into three and doing all them little holes of you'rn at
the same time... Being a fair man I'll let you tell me now which
un you want me to ram?? Don't be shy just speak right up here."
"Please let me lose and I'll do you. I'll do anything... I'll be
good ... make it good for you....Just let me loose.. My back is
killing me... You'll kill me like this..." Sonia whimpered.
"Tell you what... You do me up real good and I'll ... well think
on letting you a loose." George said as he advanced to the top of
the table with his pecker dangling down through his fly. He
dragged Sonia up so that her head was not supported. Advanced
so her head hung down between his fat thighs.
As he advanced and his purple knob came to rest on top of her left
nostril. Smiling at the pleasurable sight he demanded.
"Come on gal... I thought you supposed to wanna be all fired up
to get a lose. Get a lip holt on that old log and show the dang
old thing how much you really really care... bout pleasuring my
it."
Sonia flexed, rolled and exerted super human effort to catch the
wrinkled flaccid old dick with her lips. The effort caused
screaming pain in all her twisted up flesh but the idea of being
released was tantalizing... Anything to get lose from these
bonds. She stretched her neck, even though it hurt her tired
neck muscles and opened her oral cavity to it's fullest.
On the fifth try she got her lips around it and suctioned on it
as if her very life depended on it. At that moment she felt it
probably did. It was disgusting to do this but she had no choice.
Why just a day go she would have gotten sick at the thought of
taking the putrid thing in her precious mouth. Now though...
"Gal you be one of them there, natural born cock suckers." a happy
George exclaimed as his old log began to stiffen under the oral
manipulations of the straining lips.
Sonia wanted to object. She wanted to go home. She wanted.... She
kept her lip lock and suctioning of now stiffening pud. To her
relief she felt the damn thing was responding. She frantically
worked her tongue over the knob and piss slit. she thought praying for relief. She did not think that
her body could keep up this effort for much longer.
With a sinking heart she felt the thing slowly beginning to pull
out or her straining lips. She redoubled her efforts. She
hollowed her cheeks but it was no use... The organ withdrew
slowly and finally came to rest on her forehead. She continued to
strain to get at the dick as it leaked precum and saliva on her
forehead. She resembled a fish gasping for that next swallow of
water. George let go of her hair and smiling at the pleasing
sight, said,
"NAAA too many guys done used them lips. I don't like public
toilets, or whores mouths. I think me and my pecker 'll just
strike out for a new and tighter surroundings. You done got too
much cum in that there hole."
George circumnavigated the round table 180 degrees and came upon
another selection of available harbors for his, now stiff, organ.
"Decisions.... Decisions.. Gal these seem to be the nicest set of
holes I done come across in... well a while... Which un you most
want have old George fill... at the moment...."
"Please do my vagina.... Please do it and hurry I'm dying here...
PLEASE..." she begged.
George advanced the woodie to her straining indicated hole. He
placed the tip at the gaping pink mouth like opening. He placed
the purple, now moist knob there and enjoyed the nipping of the
neither lips. he thought.
"Gal that sure be inviting but my old log just naturally seem
drawn to smaller tighter regions." he said as he drew back and
let the organ slide over her perineum to her 'tighter region'.
The furled brown rose like opening strained to keep shut. He
couldn't... He wouldn't....
"NO PLEASE NOT THERE LIKE THIS YOU WILL KILL ME.... Please do my
vagina... PLEASE... I'll split up the middle...." Sonia begged...
"You'll tear me...PLEASE..."
"Vag... what??? What you mean gal. My and my pecker get plumb
confused at them fancy words." George said as he inched his love
muscle into the straining shut small docking port.
"No Please.... No.... I beg of you.... FUCK MY CUNT!!!! Not
there...." Sonia cried..."NO Not there... Please..."
"Cunt.... why'n you say so in the first place?? Now I got little
home boy here all fired up for some brownie.... I don't know.....
Maybe if'n you ask him real nice..... Try again and see if you
can change his little fucking mind??" George said with a short
thrust. The purple head gained a little purchase into Sonias ass
grommet. But only a slight bit went inside. The majority of the
head still stayed outside.
Through the blinding pain Sonia commenced to begging,
"AHHHH OH GOD please Please do my cunt instead.... You'll split
me in half this wap... Please....PLEASE FUCK MY CUNT.....
PLEASE........ AAAAA NOOOOO...."
At this point and time Sonia would have gladly eaten shit to
forestall the onward advance of the purple head ever deeper into
her vitals.
George's dick though, like all stiff cocks, had no compassion. It
sought out more tighter realms to force aside. (If anything the
begging of Sonia's mouth, only served to drive it to greater
efforts. A stiff dick has no compassion... or so it is said...)
It was slow going and it hurt, but it hurt old George's dick soo
good...
Geroges big head decided with its lesser blood supply as his
little head, with a surplus of blood, advanced steadily.
Hunched over like Sonia was she felt every millimeter and bump of
the old shriveled organ as it passed through her most private
grommet and down her hershey highway.
Sonia could do nothing but ineffectually flop and try to use her
head as a lever to escape. It did not work the woodie was on a
mission. She did not have any left over oxygen to scream so she
panted vigorously and tried to worm away from the rentless organs
progress. Geroge looked on with growing interest and finally
said,
"NAAA old home boy here done decided. You just lay right back
there and enjoy. I knowed you for a greek circus gal the minute I
seeded that there white beaver fur." George was enjoying the tight
squeezing of the defenseless hole. He was in heaven and sought to
prolong the feeling at all cost.
"AA .... AHHA ..... Pl... Pleas..... I ...." Sonia managed
between gasps.
"Gal you keep distracting me and this could take us all night."
George stated. "I love it... Beg me for more of old hom boy
here.. Why we ain't even got to the sweet part..."
She could not help it. All she managed was a gasp when the old log
decisively plumbed to it's fullest and lodged there savoring the
musculature contractions of her martyred bowels.
George, went through that age old feeling. King of the hill. TOP
OF THE WORLD MA!!! And then the spirting of the seeds and deflation
as his old log. It shriveled and started its pull back from the warm
dark damp place....
"Whew!" George said. "I see'd what old Max ment." he whiped his
forehead on his sleeve and went around back of the bar for a cold
one. "You circus gals sure be tight and tiring."
"Pleas .... Please let me lose... I am dying here..." Sonia moaned
from her pretzel like position.
George took his second long pull on the long necked beer and
returned to the table. His glance at the monitor told him
Philipie was a doing the unfortunate black beavered women out of
their crowning hair. That was a sight. He was again turned on by
the denuding of the helpless girls. Home boy trembled... again...
His balls screamed out to forget it... but homeboy rose to the
occasion. (All right so it was only half hard. George was a
resourceful old fucker with years of whoring experience.)
George mounted the table. Scooted over Sonia's head and seated his
big fat ass comfortably on Sonia's soft white tits. Her mons and
cunt hole rose to meet his gaze.
"Now gal I know you is a greek gal so do that old brownie for me,
just like you do the animals in the circus." he explained to the
smothering captive. His eyes devouring the white haired beaver
spread out before him. The spirit was willing but the man flesh
... well...
Homeboy sensed the white fringed target and continued to stiffen,
and shake, but only gasping was heard from beneath his fat ass.
George lifted up and heard an intake or air from the oxygen
starved Sonia. Then he scooted forward and delodged homeboy from
the soft perch of tit flesh. Dropping down again, he forced the
breadth out of the miserable woman's diaphragm.
"Get to tonguing that brownie bitch afore I go behind the bar and
get my old spirs. I got some of them there big star uns. They
really learn you how if'n I figure you is a going to be a stubborn
bitch about a little licking like this here."
"PLL PLe A AI AIr.... I'll...." Sonia managed.
"AW all right. Bitch all ways make a man uncomfortable." George
said as he lifted up some and drove homeboy a littler deeper
between her tits.
Sonia commenced to coughing and hyperventilated to regain her air
supply. George waited and enjoyed home boy tips being friction as
her soft white tit flesh undulated.
Being the kind old guy he was George waited.... two ... no two
and a half minutes and then demanded,
"Enough of that there lolly gagging... commence to tongue me.. I
got no time for all this here fore play..."
Horrified and still gasping for air she knew he would squash her
again if she held back...
Sonia stuck out her tongue, bent her neck to the disgusting task,
and sought out the smelly hole. Guided by the smell she hit it
dead on first try. Again her neck muscles screamed with pain.
She frantically worked her pink tongue in the filthy crack...
George gasped. Homeboy became iron, and left the tit flesh for,
and filled the wet warm waiting hole that was right in front of
him.
Seated on the soft female flesh, licked by the soft pink tongue,
visions of fucking without end danced through old Georges ugly
fat head.
