1979 and my first all nighter

[silkstockingscarol]

"Okay baby, you've had your fun, now suck that dick and make it cum in your sweet mouth!" I remember him saying as he gently, but firmly nudged my head down with one hand while the other grasp his hard cock and held it straight up, awaiting my soft, warm, wet mouth. I only knew his first name and had only met him a few hours before in a little riverside bar that looked to have been a fishing bungalow in another life time. It was August of 1979, I was just a few months past turning eighteen, out of high school and though I had sex with some half dozen boys in school, this was my first real man. He looked to be in his late twenty's and knew exactly what he wanted from me.

Several hours earlier I was dead on my feet, working as a hostess in one of the better restaurants bordering the city. It was a Friday night and a trade show was in town, the place was packed, no sooner would the busboy clear a table and a waitress would set it than I was seating another couple or group, some even opted to have their meal at the bar so they wouldn't have to wait. We stopped serving past ten, but the last of the crowd didn't leave until past eleven and I knew it would be past midnight before I could rest my tired feet. After we finished cleaning up. the bartender slipped me a short beer, it tasted so good and relaxing I wanted another, but he knew I was under age in our state and refused to give me anymore. I ask busboy, who was my age where he went to get served and he told me about the little bungalow bar across the river. After clocking out, I dragged myself to my old Chevy sedan, remembering how relaxing that beer was and followed the directions to the bar.

I was about to enter the small bungalow looking bar in my knee length black skirt and white button down blouse, (I obvously looked the part of a waitress/hostess). I halted momentarly, working up my courage to approach the bar and ask for a cold beer when two guys, in their mid-late twenties in cut-off jeans, T-shirts, and muddy sneakers called me over to their table in the corner, one holding out an empty beer pitcher and a five doller bill asking for a refill. I told them I wasn't the waitress, but would get the pitcher refilled anyway and they invited me to join them.

At the bar I ask for a re-fill for the "gentlemen" in the corner and another glass, The bartender filled the pitcher, took the money, made change, and set another glass on the bar without so much as a second look at me. At the table the guys had re-arainged themselves so I would be in the corner between them. They ask if I was with anybody, and I replied I was alone and just needed somewhere to relax after a hard night on my feet. They offered a foot massage, but I kindly refused and we started talking and drinking. They were spending the night at a little fishing cabin less than a mile from the bar and teased me, asking me if I wanted to join them for a night of fun at the cabin. I knew what they had in mind, and deep down inside, I wanted it too, but kept making excuses not to go with them at first. The more I had to drink, the more open to the idea I became, and when they began fondling me at the table, I began fondling back. At one point I remember shoving my hands down both of their pants and groping some very wet, slippery, hard cocks. They got the idea that I wasn't a tease and I had the right amount of beer in me for a fun time.

They each got two six packs and we left the bar. I was going to follow them in my car, but they insisted I get in their truck and promised to bring me back when we were done. The guys put the beer in a cooler in back, had me sit in the middle and down the road we went, both of them fondling me. The passenger must have pulled out his cock, he tried to bend me over to suck it, but as my lips just made contact with it, I had to straighten up for breath. We were at the tiny cabin in just a few moments, a plywood building on stilts with a small boat tied behind. They had me wait in the truck while they made the place ready for a night of sex. Suddenly the driver was back in the seat, the door slammed, he started the truck and took me down the road. When I ask what was happening, he said he wasn't about to share me with his drunk friend and soon we were stopped at a gate on a dirt road. He got out, opened it, drove ahead and closed it behind us, then drove down the dirt road a little ways and parked by a long white building. He said we were at a "sportsman's club" he belonged to.

He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth and his hands opening my blouse, pushing my bra up and fondling my tits, asking me if I wanted to give him head. I moaned that I did, he grabbed a six-pack he had stashed in the back and escorted me out of the truck and led me to a picnic table under the far side of the wrap around porch of the building. He gave me a beer and told me to undress while he pulled his shorts off and lay them on the table. He sat on the table and talked about how his week-end was improving since I came into the bar while I stripped off my pantyhose and black sneakers, laying them with the rest of my clothing. "Now, what was it you wanted?" I teased, opening another beer and taking a sip.

He wasn't shy at all, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fore-fingers whispering, "A blow-job to start with!" His hands shifted, one around my back while the other plunged between my legs, parting them, his fingers probing my slippery pussy. He directed me to drag a bench over to sit on while he adjusted himself on the edge of the table and spread his legs, his cock hanging erect and pointing right at me. It had been a while since giving my last blow-job, it seemed since graduating high school I was too busy working week-end nights when all the guys in town were out looking for available girls to party with, and wasn't seeing anyone at the time, but figured I was still pretty good at giving head and leaned close between his legs and took his cock between my lips and began rolling my tongue around the head. The warm hard flesh oozing with precum and mixing with my saliva tasted wonderful as I licked it and began slowly bobbing my head up and down the shaft. He watched intently in the dim light of a single light bulb some twenty feet away by the side door of the clubhouse as I sucked, licked, and slowly bobbed up and down on his cock. He groaned as I kissed my way to his balls and began kicking them, complementing me on my oral talents. He let me have my fun for awhile, then lightly pushed me back, wrapped one hand around my the back of my head while holding his cock in the other saying, "Okay baby, you''ve had your fun, now suck that dick and make it cum in your sweet mouth!"

I was sure he meant to fuck my mouth like a few of the cruder boys in school did, but once my mouth was around it again, his grip on my head eased and he let me give him deep-throat on my own. He did encourage me to suck it fast and as deep as I could, but didn't have to fuck my mouth. He ask if I swallowed, and my reply was sort of an, "Ummph-Hummph!" my lips still wrapped around his cock. A few minutes of furious sucking and he thrust his hips forward, shooting his hot cum down my throat, moaning, holding my head in position so not a drop escaped my mouth while I feverishly swallowed it all. When it was all over, he offered me the beer I had opened to "wash it down with" and we sat there smoking, drinking, and talking. We skinny=dipped in the swimming hole in the little stream that ran through the club and he ask me if I wanted to fuck him. I wasn't drunk at all, just feeling right and I said I did. We snuck back to the bench trying to avoid the big pole light in the parking area and once back on the porch, he shoved me against the bench, had me lay on it with my ass all but hanging over the edge and began rubbing his hard cock up and down the folds of my labia and clit asking me if I wanted it. I replied I did, not even thinking about a condom and he shoved it in me, fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before. The table creaked and swayed with each thrust as he slammed his cock in and out of me until I thought for sure it would collapse under me. He fucked me hard for at least ten minutes, I came at least twice, then he pulled out, gripping his cock and told me to get to my knees and open my mouth. I had never sucked a guy off after fucking me, but scrambled to my knees as quick as I could and began to lean forward to receive another hot stream of cum. He released his cock and I felt his warm, slippery cum hit my cheek and land in my chess nut hair. He directed the next spurt on my face and began to rub his wet cock along my lips saying, "That's a good girl! Take it all over your face! Wanna suck it clean?-Huh?" I had never thought of being such a slut before, but was thoroughly enjoying the treatment I was receiving that night and opened my mouth and licked him clean.

After some more chat and drinking we dressed, he took me to my car, thanked me for a good time and drove off to the cabin. I fell asleep in my car and woke with stickey, matted hair about seven A.M. Saturday morning, brushed it out and drove home. I told my parents I had a rough night and stayed with one of the waitress's from work. I often wondered how the night would have gone if he would have shared me in the cabin with his friend...

[boomer1959]

very good story, thanks for sharing I would love to hear more.