1. It Was Just Another Saturday NIght


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: jaycox, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    unzipped and drew his cock out. The purple tip of his prick began poking at my mouth. I shook my head side-to-side, spreading my saliva and his precum around. I engulfed him slowly and my teeth lightly slid over his shaft on the way in. As my mouth opened automatically to the presence of a cock, my mind drifted away from the scene. A strange detachment came over me, almost a peaceful settling of coolness on the humid evening. His cock slid in and out of my mouth as I worked the Queen's magic on it. In very little time, he was groaning, moaning and speaking in tongues; vile, dirty shit, incoherently. "Oh, you little slut, it's done..." He burst into my mouth with a huge load, and there was no way I could swallow it. Spilling over my bottom lip, I felt cum run down my neck, onto my bare tits and into the recesses of the old cloth coat. At that moment, the truck hit a pothole, and he lurched forward on top of me and I fell backward onto an old duffel bag full of clothes behind the front seat. I started to choke and coughed violently. With a tremendous wrench of my shoulders, I lurched free from under him in his post-orgasmic haze, sat up and coughed up his cum onto the mattress pad. I gagged, almost puked, and then started to vomit at will. Lunch, vodka, potato chips and nameless other green shit spewed out. So much for pot settling my nerves down. "You stupid cunt! Clayton, pull over. She's puking all over everything. Get her the fuck out of the truck. What a cunt. Get her ...
    out!" screamed First-John. The driver pulled over in a small park, jumped out and raced around to the back of the truck. He opened the back just as the mattress was pitched. I jumped out onto the grassy lawn, bounced hard, winced, and starting retching again. The truck sped away and left me with my vomit. ~O~O~O~ By the time I walked back to the hovel I called home it was nearly 10 PM. I smoked the other joint on the way and got home with a lovely glow, but smelled worse than even I could stand. Some night on the street; the way this way going I was lucky if I kept all my teeth. I hadn't made near enough to keep me in drugs and booze for the week. Should I go back out? I leaned against the small tree in the front yard and looked up at the sky. My kids used to love to count stars, and I'd tell them stories about the constellations. Astronomy had always been a hobby of mine. We'd sit for hours in the yard on Saturday night, a tight little group of souls. Later, I would read them a bedtime story and tuck them in for the night. What happened to those Saturday evenings? I stripped down completely on the front porch of the building and dumped the puked up clothes into a bush next to the railing, remembering to pull the hundred bucks out of the lining of the old coat. Shoes in hand, I trudged up three flights of stairs. At the second landing a door opened and an old guy, whom I had seen a couple of times stepped out, took one look at me and turned beet red. I didn't give a fuck if he ...
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