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Queen of the "Sundown Bar"

The bad news was the fucking car broke down. The good news was that it did it a stop light...a four-way stop in a little town the ass end of nowhere. There was a cheap motel with vacancies on one corner, one of those "we can do anything here" real service stations on another, a used car lot in case we wanted to abandon the fucker totally...and a bar. We had broken down in the perfect spot. Jerry grinned at me. "See? Fate. It's fate. Fate wants us to have beer." Jerry always thought Fate wanted us to have beer, and he was usually right. We shoved the car into the service station, and a guy in greasy coveralls ambled out chewing on a toothpick. He proclaimed our "ain't no big deal" needed to be replaced, and he'd have it up and runnin' by mornin'. We kind of moseyed over (Bufurd had effected us) and rented a room. It was clean, and had two beds and a bathroom that worked. Then...off to the beer.

The "Sundown Bar" was one of those dumps your mother told you to avoid. Pool tables, air thick with smoke and the smell of sweat and cheap beer. Jeans, a blue chambray work shirt, boots and a ball-cap advertising something seemed to be the uniform of the day. Jerry and I both had on jeans, t-shirts and jogging shoes, no hats, but we thought we might blend with the natives. We took a table next to a bunch of guys arguing over whether or not some guy was safe when he slid into home plate in 1953. As fascinating as that was, we managed to tear ourselves away when the biggest set of knockers I've ever seen jiggled up to the table and requested our drink orders. Jerry and I just gaped at her. She was used to being gaped at, so she just stood motionless, snapping her gum, while we tried to take it all in. Big head of yellow-gold country singer hair, heavily painted face, deep...deep...deep cleavage, mounds of pure alabaster flesh barely contained by her top. Hard nipples poking through both bra and a blouse that had "Bess" embroidered over one mound. Tiny waist...almost unnaturally tiny, flaring out to round hips encased in short-shorts. Long legs. High heeled shoes. Scent of musk. I swallowed hard and managed to croak "beer, please. Two." She nodded amiably, and strolled off, her tight little round ass swaying back and forth like a fuckable pendulum.

"Shit," Jerry murmured. "Shit fuck damn." I agreed by nodding as I squirmed in my seat trying to get my cock into a position where it would stop yanking on my pubic hair. She brought us our beer, still swaying, and bent over as she put the mugs down. I made a sound. Not much of a sound, but it must have been a good damned sound from a woman's viewpoint. She got off shift, and was spread out nude on one of the motel beds shortly thereafter. At first, Jerry and I could just stare at her. The jugs were incredible...huge, firm, upthrust, with jutting pink nipples...and the damned things were real. Very real, and she loved having them both sucked at once. Jerry and I each had a huge tit to squeeze and suck and nibble on. She was one of those women who could cum when her nipples were sucked, so Jerry and I drove her insane with a furious double-suck. Her back arched and those legs spread, and her neatly trimmed little bush just gushed hot sweet juice. 

I knelt next to her head and fed her my cock as Jerry dove between her legs to slurp at her cunt. I loved watching Jerry eat pussy. He did it like the fate of the world was at stake...total concentration, eyes closed, pulling out all the stops...licking, nibbling, sucking, biting. He was completely unaware of the little happy sounds he made while sucking cunt, but that drove women insane. Bess looked at me with wide eyes, then slid my cock out of her mouth, hand still pumping as she raised her head to look at Jerry. "Man sure enjoys his pussy," she said calmly. Seconds later she was writhing and howling, sucking and pumping my cock so fucking hard I shot into her mouth without warning. She came and swallowed my cum with practiced ease.

"Shit," she said, just as mildly, when she recovered, then rolled to her hands and knees and offered that perfect ass to Jerry. "I luv bein' on my hands and knees," she drawled softly. "Makes me fuck like a hot nasty bitch." Jerry didn't pass out and fall off the bed, but it was touch and go there for a second. Finally, he positioned himself behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust forward. His eyes shot all the way open and he looked at me. "Tight," he gasped, then started to pump. He fucked her until the bed slammed into the wall hard enough to toss my ass off onto the floor. I watched from the floor as she lowered her shoulders, shoved back and said, "c'mon Big Daddy, fuck your little she-bitch." Jerry slammed her so hard her teeth rattled as he gasped for air, sweat pouring off him. He came so hard his cum landed and bounced back, splattering all over him.

Jerry went limp everywhere except for his cock and went over in a heap, his eyes glazed. I have a secret fetish for cum filled cunts, so I moved in fast and stuck my rock hard pole in that hot juicy hole. I stroked her slowly, feeling Jerry's cum coat my cock and ooze out all over me. I moved my hips in circles, spreading the cum on her ass and my abdomen as her tight, cum filled twat squeezed me. She grunted in satisfaction when I slicked up a finger with Jerry's cum and fingered her asshole. She started to move faster as I teased her pucker. Finally, I thrust it in, and she grunted again. I worked a second in carefully...that little hole was TIGHT. When she could take two fingers, I slid my cum-coated cock out of her pussy and pressed the slippery head against her hole. "Little she-bitch want Big Daddy to fuck hell out of her ass?" I said. She went insane, begging Big Daddy to power-fuck her little asshole. I shoved my cock in hard and she squealed with delight, her voice high and squeaky. "Fuck my ass, Big Daddy! Fuck my sweet ass so hard so good so hard so good!!" She shoved back at me, her ass hungry and eager. The ring sliding up and down my cock was he tightest thing I'd ever felt. I gripped her hard and kept on pumping, knowing that I was going to release in seconds. She reached underneath me and did something firmly to my balls. Whatever it was, it held me on the edge for an eternity. I was dimly aware that Jerry had knelt right beside me and was jerking his cock furiously as he watched my dark red shaft slide in and out of the round little white ass. 

Jerry came first, shooting his load on her ass. I watched it pulse, long jets of hot cum that I got immediately smeared all over me. It was too much, and I flooded her ass...overflowed it, cum pouring out of her, down her cheeks and thighs, all over me. She grunted once then went rigid and silent for a long time. When she went down face first on the bed I was afraid I'd killed her, until she very calmly said "damn. That was good."

Bess was insatiable, and her matter-of-fact assumption that we could fuck all night in every conceivable position was a real turn-on. I'd never had a woman just assume I was a superstud before, and I kinda liked it. So did Jerry. To my knowledge, his cock hadn't softened all night. We screwed her every way we knew how, then we started screwing every way she knew how...and she had read a different book altogether. She was hot and nasty, every one of her holes demanding attention. She got up suddenly walked over to the dresser, picked up a coin and flipped it. With a perfectly deadpan expression she said "you get the cunt, Jerry does my ass" and slid back onto the bed. Jerry and I looked at each other, then between her legs at the two slurpy little holes.

"Holymotherfuckingshit," Jerry said reverently. All I could do was nod at him. I pumped gently at her tight cunt, feeling every inch of Jerry's cock as he slid in and out of her ass. It was incredible. We were fucking her, and in an odd way, fucking each other. She moved, small perfect movements that thrust those huge tits against my chest. She had her eyes closed, a dreamy expression on her face. `"I love cock," she said dreamily. "Lots and lots of cock." Jerry and I fucked faster and harder. "Go to it, Big Daddies," she murmured. "Fuck me a good one." 

We turned into two rutting pigs sharing a sow. We fucked like animals, hard, demanding, thinking of nothing but the pleasure we felt. The wild nasty screw bounced the bed. Bess was crushed between us, two engorged cocks stabbing into her in rhythm, and she loved it. The three of us came together, her holes spasming, milking every bit of cum out of both of us. It was the most incredible orgasm of my life. I made a mental note to ask Jerry if it was for him, too, when he regained consciousness. 

Our car was fixed the next day. However, Bess had been so pleased with our performances she called a brunette duplicate named "Shirl" to come on over for a foursome. Jerry and I survived. That's all I can say. We're grateful we lived.

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