Call Camp for a Ride

One foot in front of the other, the floor pitched like I was on the Mayflower. Gripping the bar so I didn’t fall I asked my tall blonde crush, “Can I borrow the phone?”

I pulled the scrap of paper from my pocket. The smudged numbers were a blur. I had the bartender dial for me. Such a sweetheart. I’d marry her someday for that.

Ring, ring, ring, ring. No answer. No answer. No answering machine. It just kept ringing until a groggy voice picked up the phone and said, “Yeeeah?”

“Hey! I’m at the bar down the road! Come pick me up!”

“Who is this?”

“The new guy!”

The line died. I hoped the director wasn’t too upset with me. But I wouldn’t mind seeing that sexy little body again. Maybe she would be wearing nighties.

The blonde bartender just shook her head in disbelief. “Next time you come back, you better have an ID. My dad doesn’t want us serving underaged kids.”

I smiled, “I loved to meet my future father-in-law. Maybe I can talk to him when I pick you up for our first date?”

“I don’t date counselors.”

“I’m not a counselor.”

She bent elbows down on the bar, my eyes stared down her massive cleavage, “What are you then?”

“A highly paid professional.”

She laughed, “No one is highly paid at Orgee. What exactly will you be doing?”

I shrugged, “What nobody else wants to do?”

I could see our future kids with her smile. “So you’re a professional bitch?”

Before I could retort, a tap landed on my shoulder. I spun. A woman from the bachelorette party stood behind me, a Marlboro Red in her hand. “Got a light?”

The bartender slid a lighter to me across the bar, a devilishly grin across her face. “Outside.”

Out again beneath the Maine stars, I lit her cigarette. The flame cast shadows on her chubby face.

A single drag, then it was flicked into the starry night, its red ember spinning. Before it landed, I had her big body pushed against the wood siding of the building. My lips on her in desperate drunk desire. My hands groped her soft body. This was why I left home.

I knew how to make out. Hiding after Bible study, I had done it with plenty of girls. They never let me get under their clothes though. This girl was different. My hand was under her shirt, feeling the warm skin of her soft stomach, I squeezed her big tits through her bra. My dick had never cemented so quickly.

I pushed myself against her. My erection begged for the friction. Our mouths fought each other, our tongues entangled. My first drunk makeout. Uninhibited. I wanted everything. I wanted this big woman to be my first.

I wanted my virginity gone my first night in Maine.

I dug my hands into her pants, exploring for her entrance. Rough pubic hair. She spun me. Pushed me against the building. Wet, sloppy kisses. All tongue.

She dropped her knees to the gravel. Her hands pulled my down my shorts to expose my Devil. The part of my body driving me to these bad decisions. My dick raged in lust wanting to explode and release its sin.

Her wet tongue licking up my shaft shivered my soul. Like nothing I had ever felt before. Way better than my hand. The best feeling of my life. Screw the bartender. I wanted to marry this tongue.

Then her lips encompassed me and that became the new best feeling in the world. Her mouth was the now the love of my life.

I leaned back against the wall and groaned. I combed back her wild hair and watched her suck me. She looked up and stared while she slurped her spit off my cock. So hungry. I let her devour every inch of me.

I couldn’t keep my drunk mouth shut.

“Thank you Jesus. Thank you for this incredible mouth on my penis sucking the sin out of me. Holy mother Mary, thank you for imparting your feminine gifts on this woman.”

Her lips sucked down and slurped up. Her mouth stretched wide.

Gasping for breath, she replaced her mouth with her hand. She stroked me quickly. She rubbed her jaw. She kept apologizing. What for!? It felt incredible. If I wasn’t drunk, I would have lasted two seconds.

Her lips encompassed my cock head and she continued to suck and stroke.

Yes! This was why I came to Maine. To cum in some stranger’s mouth.

The Way Life Should Be.

I was ready to explode.

I didn’t see the headlights of the car pulling into the parking lot. I didn’t hear the door slam. I didn’t hear the bar door open, then reopen a moment later. Or the footsteps on the gravel.

I did hear the “OH MY GOD! Sorry!”

The chubby woman pulled her lips off my dick. The cool breeze blew her slobber off me. A sensation that vibrated pleasure up my spine.

A pause.

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

I looked up. My dick engorged and ready to explode.