Message-ID: <22270asstr$947729404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000112201258.17470.qmail@web903.mail.yahoo.com> From: hugh jorgen MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Small Town Teens "Lisa- The Cookie Bakery" (teen m/ teen f) Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2000 21:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, IceAltar Please post this one for me as well. Let me know what you think... I may be old now, but when I was younger, crazier, and less married I had one hell of a time. Me and the crew that I ran with were some wild-ass small town thugs. Most of us were into drugs, everybody was drinking, and you better bet your ass that we were straight fucking the shit out of those small town whores. I wanted to share a few of these crazy stories with everybody just to relive the old glory days one more time. These are all true stories (some of the witnesses are still alive) but I've changed some of the names here and there. If you like this shit post a reply because I'll only keep writing them if people like them. Oh, and if you're under eighteen or shouldn't be reading this kind of shit for some reason then go away. The rest of you... enjoy. All right, let me tell you another Lisa tale. This bitch was a straight out freak. I mean, I never met another seventeen year old chick, before or since, that just plain liked to fuck as much as this little cutie. Best of all, she wasn't real into the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing, so I could pretty much keep on with my tom cat ways and still get a steady piece of that naughty little cookie! Speaking of cookie, Lisa had a job at the little cookie shop at the mall, you know, the Cookie Bakery place just across from Macy's. She worked nights after school and she almost always worked by herself, so I used to stop by there now and then to shoot the breeze and maybe line up a little action. One Tuesday night I'm out at the mall picking up "...And Justice For All" (you Metallica fans can tell how long ago this was) and I'm thinking to myself that I just might like to get my dick wet later that evening, so I decide to stop and see my sure thing. So I stroll on over, puffing a Camel and looking tight as always in my ripped up Guess jeans and a Misfits T-shirt. The parents with little kids are looking at me like I'm a freak with the long ass hair and cowboy boots but I don't give a fuck. Right on, Lisa's alone and as I come creeping up I'm looking at her in those tight little khaki shorts and that little denim shirt and damn, she's got that sweet round ass and those firm little tits and that long, curly, dark brown hair and those big brown eyes and now I KNOW I want to get my dick wet tonight! Oh and legs- did I mention legs? This bitch had just the kind of legs I like! (Feet at one end, pussy at the other!) Oh yeah, Lisa was always one to give the old men- you know, the ones who sit on the benches and look at the young girls- something to jack off with later. She had that hard little teenage body and she wasn't shy about letting motherfuckers know it. Matter of fact, one of those old fuckers was sitting on the bench across the way, checking the shit out as I slid up. Too bad, man, this shit is mine tonight! So Lisa and I shoot the shit for a bit, chatting it up, but she's looking me over and I'm looking her over and we both know what the other one is looking at, so I ask her what's up for tonight. I'm thinking a fine dinner, followed by cocktails, and maybe some dancing... no, fuck that, I'm thinking of her drinking some cock, followed by me fucking her brains out in the backseat of my car. She knows what I'm thinking and I'm thinking it's the same thing she's thinking because she's making it clear she's all good with putting in some overtime tonight! Now keep in mind it's like a Tuesday or some shit, so the mall is pretty fucking dead. It's almost time to close and she's all done cleaning and everything, so we're just sitting there watching the clock. Fuck this, I tell Lisa I'm going to zip out to the car and burn up. She asks if I've got a joint on me... well I'll be! How about that? I just happen to have one! Well, she says, why don't we just smoke it in the back room? That sounds okay to me- saves me a walk and all- so she leads me back into the back area. This wasn't exactly a back room, it didn't have a door or anything, you just went around behind the back wall and there was a couple of big ovens and a big table that they used to make the cookies. You couldn't see it from the mall, though, which was all I needed. I fire up the spliff and start toking that motherfucker, then pass it over to Lisa. She hits the J a couple of times, then passes it back and goes looking for the air freshener. We're puffing that shit and she's spraying the air freshener all over the place, because you know there's a cop in the mall, and we're getting just high as hell. Finally, we finish the joint and I gotta tell you we're both just as ripped as can be. I mean, that skunky green sens bud is the only way to fly! It's still like thirty minutes before closing time and I'm looking at all this cookie shit and I'm thinking that this is a great place to have the munchies when Lisa comes up behind me and puts her arms around my waist. She asks me what I wanna do now. As she asks she slides her hands down past my belt buckle and runs her palms over the front of my pants. My Magic Chef downstairs feels her knocking and starts to stir. Now she strokes the front of my jeans lightly with her fingernails and she knows how that light tickling kind of touch gets me going. I'm certainly not going to disappoint her as my cock begins to inflate and the bulge in my pants starts to grow. She's tracing the outline of my prick with her fingers and nuzzling my neck through my hair and I'm suddenly thinking of a whole different kind of cookie. With her right hand, Lisa lifts up the raggedy tail of my shirt and slips her palm down into the front of my equally raggedy jeans. She slides down, slowly, until she comes to the elastic of my boxers, then slips her hand under that and digs down into my crotch until her soft fingers wrap their way around the shaft of my rod, still trapped in my jeans. She's aiming to take care of that, though, as she grabs the button fly of my jeans with her left and top button's loose followed by , , one button after the other until my fly is open. Suddenly she's pulling my now fully hard cock out of my pants and, with her arms still wrapped around me, she starts to stroke it, getting it good and hard. Now it's not that I don't appreciate a good handjob, I just don't see the point of wasting a bitch by having her do something I can do myself. So I pull Lisa's hands off of my hard-on and turn around. My cock is poking her into her hard little belly as I give the bitch a serious kiss, giving her a root canal with my tongue. I pull down on her arms just a little bit and, always the smart girl, she figures out right away what I'm looking for. Just like a good little slut, she sinks to her knees in front of me and proceeds to put that talented tongue of hers to work, licking my shaft up and down, then twirling around and around the ridge at the head. Do I need to tell you that I was in heaven? I'm just standing there, head thrown back, my fingers in her thick brown hair, as she sucks my pink steel into her warm, wet mouth. Jesus M. Christ in a golf cart it felt so fucking good as she bobbed her face up and down my pole- I was sucking air through clenched teeth with my eyes squeezed shut. Oh fuck, her tongue is running up and down the underside of my shaft as she sucks me like a big soda straw and I've got a hold on the sides of her head, just to keep her moving the way I like. She doesn't need any help, though, because this bitch sucks a mean dick. I mean, she could suck a tennis ball through fifty feet of garden hose and right now she's using all of that suction to pleasure my cock. Fuck, it's like she's trying to turn my eyes inside out or some shit as she vaccums by pole like a runaway Oreck. You know I'm loving the shit but I'm on a mission and right now my objective is to bury some wood in Lisa's tender teenage twat. It's obvious she's ready for some dick, too, because she pulls her face off of my slab and stands up, unzipping her shorts. She pushes the shorts and her navy blue bikini panties down and steps out of them, kicking them off to the side. I'm standing there watching, polishing the wood, and I look around and suddenly remember that we're in the middle of the damn mall- while it's open. Oh well, a guy's gotta have some priorities in life and right now mine is to fill this whore with a heaping helping of meat. The big cookie making table is about waist high, so Lisa bends over with her chest and face on the table and sticks her bare ass out. She spreads her feet as far apart as she can and, standing behind her, I'm getting a great view of her cunt- all spread open and shiny with juice- and her little butthole. The sweet musky aroma of horny pussy is thick in the air and you know if there's a horny pussy in the room I have just the tool to take care of it. So, taking my bat in my hand, I step up to the plate. As I do, Lisa reaches back between her legs with her right hand and spreads her cunt all the way open with her fingers. She's begging me to put it in and let me tell you, my momma raised me right and when a lady- or a cheap slut, as the case may be- asks, I am happy to oblige. I get nice and close and rub the purple head of my cock up and down her groove, getting my dick, which is all slippery with slobber anyway, nice and greasy with Lisa's juices. Then, holding the shaft with my right hand, I slip the head into her gooey wet opening. Fuck, Lisa is so fucking horny and wet that my cock slides balls deep into her tiny teenage box in one long thrust. Lisa groans as the length of my prick slides into her, filling her seething passage. Oh sweet Vishnu her cunt is a hot sheath, holding my dick in a powerful grip, squeezing me like a size XS condom. The tip of my dick just touches bottom and we pause for a long moment, my cock throbbing, her breathing ragged. I give it a thrust. Just a little in-out. Then another. And another. And directly, I'm pounding the bitch from behind like we're two monkeys fucking at the zoo- only without the big purple asses. I'm rowing in and out of her creamy canal, stroking all the way from the tip to the bottom. She's gasping on every stroke, like my dick banging into her cervix is fucking the air right out of her lungs. I'm really enjoying the fuck but in the back of my mind I'm thinking about how I'm going to have to find something to stick in the bitch's mouth if she starts making too much noise. Meanwhile, I'm straight jackhammering the bitch, the table is squeaking on the floor, she's gasping and groaning and shit, and her ass is making that clapping sound as I'm hitting it from the backside. Without slowing my strokes, I get my hands up under her shirt and start squeezing her titties through her bra. The bra is soft nylon and her nipples feel like their either going to poke right through or burn right through the material. I'm kneading her little cones hard, pinching those hard nips, and that's really getting her going. She's thrusting her ass back against me, sliding her body smoothly back and forth over my slick sex shaft. I'm totally in the rhythm, sliding all the way in, then almost all the way out. Lisa has her back arched and we're just rutting like two dogs in heat. God damn it feels so good, the hot slippery tunnel of her cunt stroking my cock, I'm mauling her tits and you know, I'm starting to think about popping my wad in this cunt. I'm just about to turn up the pace and go for the touchdown when she starts groaning about wanting to turn over. What the fuck ever is okay with me as long as I can drop a nut in her gut, so I step back and my pole slides out of her, leaving her cunt gaping open, suddenly lonely without it's friend in the purple hat. Lisa flips over quick and now she's on her back on the table, holding her legs up and spread with her hands so that her puss is spread open and ready. I grab her hips and pull her ass as close to the edge of the table as I can. I step up and I gotta give some props to the motherfuckers who made that table, because her box was at just the perfect height for me- a little lower than my dick, so I could drive it down into her a little. She extends her legs and I put them over my shoulders, to get that extra deep ramming going. I aim my pocket rocket at the target and I slide all the way in with one smooth stroke. Oh fuck, now my cock is really banging bottom and when I start to really nail her quim she starts moaning and groaning really loud. Fuck it, I don't care if the whole fucking town comes in and watches, I need to get me some, so I just start to pound away like her pussy is on fire and I'm trying to beat it out with my dick. I'm really going to town on this nubile teenage cunt and I know the finish line is near. I'm giving her everything I've got and now she's reaching down and playing with her little clit with her fingers as my ram rod is denting the bottom of her twat. This shit is bringing us both to the edge. Lisa's looking up at me as I'm pounding straight down, nailing her ass to the table, and just then she tells me to come with her. You know, I don't give a shit if she's coming but I sure know that I'm about to. My hips are a blur, fucking her like a jackrabbit on speed. All of a sudden, her cunt walls start to clench down on me and she starts writhing and moaning and just generally making a hell of a racket. Of course, the table is banging on the floor and the sound of our bodies slapping together is probably loud enought for the whole fucking mall to hear but I'm so close I can't slow down. Then she lets out this long squeal, like the sound on the TV after the station goes off the air, and I'm thinking that every dog within three miles knows she's going over the top. Every coherent thought I had vanished as Lisa's pussy clamped down on me hard- then spasmed over and over and over, milking my cock. That was it for me and I felt my seed come rocketing out of my balls and fly up my shaft. My legs went numb and my eyes squeezed shut as that old familiar feeling raced up my spine and shorted out my brain. I'm almost there... and... here... it... comes... and... my dick felt like it swelled three sizes for a brief moment, then spent itself in an enormous blast of teen cream. Jet after jet of steaming hot ball squeezings came firing out of my launcher, splattering against her insides, filling her love box to the brim with creamy goodness. Fuck, that shit made me lightheaded. I stagger backwards and my dick comes sliding out of her, all slippery and covered with cum and pussy juice. I managed to keep my pants on the whole time, so I tuck my tired soldier back into his bunk for a well deserved rest. As I do, I'm watching Lisa's cunt pucker and a big glob of cum slither out of her, down between her ass cheeks, and onto the cookie making table. Think about that the next time you're tempted to buy cookies from that place in the mall! Still stoned to the bone, Lisa and I get ourselves back in order. Now we're dressed but it's pretty obvious what we've been doing, our hair is all fucked up and, even after being brushed off, her shirt is covered on both sides with flour from the table. We come moseying out of the backroom and check the clock- good timing, five minutes to close! She shuts the motherfucker down early and, as we're leaving, I catch that same old man, still sitting on the bench, watching us. He's got a huge grin on his face and gives me the thumbs up as we walk out. Yeah, it's great to be me! If you like this shit, let me know at gitanostrings@yahoo.com. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! 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