*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
I dedicate this story to Morebrand, an author and frequent commenter on this site. You will be missed.
Also, there is a scene involving auto-fellatio. Consider yourself warned.
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Nicole Gernaud stood in front of the Burns the store had been shut down for selling alcohol to a nineteen year old girl. She did not think of the irony that her older brother Cecil had once worked at this very location before it had been shut down. She didn’t even think of the irony that her older sister, Christine Gernaud had patrolled the parking lot of another Burns I need a couple of pints,” Nicole wheedled.
Jordan looked at the pudgy young woman. She was cute enough, with long brown hair that reached just below her chubby buttocks, big brown eyes, cow eyes Jordan’s aunt would have said, a button nose and button mouth. Even though she was somewhat portly, big boned Aunt Iris would have said, the girl had slightly small boobs as evident in her sweat soaked tee shirt.
“I, how old are you?” Jordan asked.
“Nine, eighteen,” Nicole admitted.
“Eighteen? Got be twenty one…” Jordan began to retort.
“Yeah, buddy, I know how old you got to be,” Nicole snapped, her nerves writhing with need. “Why I need you buy it for me.”
“Don’t think so,” Jordan said.
“Look, I’ll blow you,” Nicole offered.
“Shit, I can do that myself,” Jordan scoffed.
“Yeah, right,” Nicole said; she would have smirked at the young man’s claim had she not been in such extreme need.
“Piece of ass?” Jordan countered.
“I, got to wear a condom,” Nicole agreed.
“When I say ‘piece of ass,’ I mean ‘piece of ass,'” Jordan informed Nicole.
Nicole looked around at the few cars in the parking lot. There were no new arrivals. This scrawny young man had been the fourth person she’d seen this early afternoon; the previous three had all declined her request.
She needed the two pints of Albertson’s. She needed to be able to take the edge off of her jumbled, hazy painful feelings and emotions. She needed the second pint to be able to slip into that peaceful moment, that easy moment between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Nicole did not know she’d inherited the gene of alcoholism from her actual father, a long-distance trucker Pam Gernaud, her mother had hitched a ride and a fuck with. She only knew, the first time she’d drank some dark rum at a sleep-over with a school friend, that first sip had vanquished that awful emptiness, that ever-present feeling of not being quite right Nicole had always felt deep inside. That sip had triggered Nicole’s need for more and more of the magic elixir.
“Yeah, okay,” Nicole agreed.
“Come on; you can show me what you’re talking about. I, Albertson’s? Gin?” Jordan indicated with a nod of his head toward the grocery store. “I’ve never even heard of Albertson’s.”
Nicole was dismayed that Jordan was there to do some grocery shopping. She followed along, mentally trying to urge him to move quicker, trying to urge him toward the liquor aisle.
As they’d traversed the grocery store’s aisles, Jordan had told Nicole he was a part-time student at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde and a full-time employee of PC Nation’s Arrow Court location. Nicole did not care that Jordan was studying Business Administration and that Richard Gerrard and Harold Doucet had already indicated that they were willing to count Jordan’s employment with PC Nation as ‘internship’ for the Data Center located in Elgee, Louisiana.
Nicole did not tell Jordan of being the product of a large breasted blonde with perpetual wanderlust and a one night or two night or one week stand with a trucker. She didn’t tell Jordan about Pam returning to Gary Gernaud with promises of never straying again and Gary putting two bullets into Pam’s unfaithful heart before putting the gun into his own mouth. She did not tell Jordan of her resentment toward Tiffany, her oldest sister for refusing to step up and take the five Gernaud children, her resentment toward Bonnie, the second oldest ankara rus escort daughter for refusing to take Nicole and her four siblings in.
(Tiffany was unable to step up and be a parent to her three sisters and two brothers; she was renting a room in a home, and had her own baby to look after. Bonnie, the next oldest Gernaud daughter was living with her boyfriend and two, sometimes three other couples in a rented two bedroom home. Just like most resentments though, Nicole’s resentments were based in emotions, not facts.)
Nicole almost screamed with relief when they did enter the ‘Beer you ever have Nulough’s vodka?” Jordan asked, looking at the bottles of flavored vodkas.
“I, no,” Nicole snapped.
She wanted to scream at him to please hurry up, get his God damned groceries and come on. Knowing that the gin was right there, right within reach, yet unattainable was driving her mad.
“And the green sticker is…huh!” Jordan said and grabbed a half gallon of Caramel flavored Nulough’s vodka. “Thirty percent of seven ninety nine…”
Nicole looked on and felt her stomach knotting up as Jordan picked up a small tube of KY Jelly and a twelve pack of condoms in the ‘Health the girl had very strong body odor. In the store, it had been strong, but bearable. In the confines of his car, however, the aroma was overpowering.
They arrived at the Arrow Court apartments and Jordan parked in his assigned space. Grabbing a few bags from the trunk, Jordan ushered Nicole into the dark, cool apartment.
“Listen, I, damn, I don’t know if you know this or not, but, damn, you need a bath,” Jordan said.
“Yeah, well, I do what I can,” Nicole defended.
“So, uh, before I give you any more gin? Need take a shower, hear?” Jordan ordered, pointing Nicole toward his bathroom.
“Oh, okay,” Nicole shrugged.
She emptied the pint of gin, shuddering as the harsh liquid burned all the way down. Then, uncaring, she dropped shorts and panties and tee shirt to the living room floor and sauntered to the bathroom. Jordan’s cock jumped to attention at the sight of Nicole’s chunky buttocks.
As Nicole showered, Jordan emptied the trunk of the bags. Then he put his purchases away. Nicole’s two pints of Albertson’s Gin were placed on the dining room table. On his kitchen counter, Jordan put the two half-gallon bottles of Nulough’s vodka and decided to make a quick lunch. Nothing fancy; he took four slices of multigrain bread and placed two slices into the lower half of a sandwich press. A slice of provolone cheese went on the pieces of bread, then a thick slice of ham, a generous spoonful of olive dressing, then a slice of Swiss cheese and another piece of bread went on top of that. Closing the sandwich press, Jordan then found his bag of pretzel twists and set out two small bowls of the salty treats. He dug out two fruit cups and put those on the table next to the pretzels.
While Jordan prepared a late lunch, early dinner, Nicole luxuriated in the shower. She enjoyed being able to wash her long hair with real shampoo, not the liquid soap the park’s bathroom supplied. She also grabbed Jordan’s razor and shaved underarms and legs. She did smirk, reflecting that the next time Jordan tried to use his razor, it would be considerably dulled.
From her bag, Nicole located her old comb. She combed out the tangles and then used another handful of shampoo on her long hair.
“Hey, uh, Nicole? Lunch,” Jordan called through the door. “Three o’clock, I guess it’s an early supper.”
“Oh, okay, be right there,” Nicole called back.
Again rooting around in her bag, Nicole pulled out her jeans and another tee shirt. These items of clothing were no cleaner than the pair of shorts and panties and tee shirt she’d left balled up on the other side of the door, but these were all Nicole had to wear.
“What’s this?” Nicole asked, regarding a tall glass of clear liquid in front of her sandwich and pretzels and fruit cup.
“That Nulough’s vodka I got; it’s pretty good,” Jordan mumbled around a mouthful of food.
Nicole sniffed the glass and smiled at the familiar scent of alcohol. She then took a large gulp of the vodka.
The hot sandwich was good; Nicole did not even ask what it was. It was hot, it was ankara türbanlı escort food. The pretzels and the fruit cup were emptied quickly. Nicole emptied her glass of the Caramel and Green Apple flavored vodka and wondered if she could ask for another.
“Another?” Jordan asked, apparently reading Nicole’s mind.
“I uh, yeah, oh Jesus, I…” Nicole said, then blazed a path to Jordan’s bathroom.
Jordan gathered their plates and the two spoons and brought them to the small kitchen. He then made them two more drinks and brought those glasses to the living room portion of his front room, the combination living room/dining room. Jordan sat in his barrel shaped red and brown velour chair and put Nicole’s glass onto the coffee table in front of the matching couch, near the end closest to himself.
A moment later, a somewhat shaky Nicole staggered into the living room. Her eyes fixed automatically onto her waiting glass and she took her seat on the couch close to his chair.
“What is this anyway?” Nicole asked, taking another hefty gulp of the drink.
“Told you. That vodka,” Jordan shrugged. “Two jiggers of Caramel, two jiggers of Green Apple.”
“Oh. Okay. It’s pretty good,” Nicole agreed, downing much of the drink in a long swallow.
“I, um, I…” Jordan stammered, unsure of how to demand his payment for the three pints of Albertson’s Gin.
“Sure I can’t just blow you?” Nicole asked. “I mean, shit, I’m pretty good at…”
“Uh? Like I said, I can do that myself,” Jordan scoffed, even as he was grateful Nicole had brought up the discussion about payment.
“Oh, yeah, right. Like I am so sure,” Nicole sneered.
“I can? Get to do you twice,” Jordan challenged.
“You can’t? Then I don’t have do nothing,” Nicole countered.
“Deal,” Jordan said, holding out his pinky for the agreement.
Nicole giggled, but hooked her finger with Jordan’s finger. This was their first actual contact since meeting in the parking lot of the grocery store. Pulling away, Jordan stood.
Nicole watched as Jordan kicked off his tennis shoes. Her eyes appraised the young man as he removed his shirt, revealing a scrawny chest and abdomen.
Jordan Cox was somewhat handsome, with thick brown hair that needed a trimming. He had one thick eyebrow over both eyes and his eyes were a crystal blue. His nose was strong, regal looking and his smile revealed straight white teeth. His jaw was a strong one and was dusted with a hint of a five o’clock shadow.
(Nicole would have been amused had she known it actually took Jordan four days to achieve that ‘5 o’clock shadow’ look.)
“Take off your tee shirt?” Jordan requested.
After a moment’s hesitation, Nicole did remove her tee shirt, revealing her 34B breasts. They were pear shaped, each capped with a quarter sized light brown areole and blunt nipple. Her areolae were crinkled hard, not because of excitement, but because of the cold air of Jordan’s air conditioning blowing on her, and the ceiling fan of his living room blowing directly onto her.
“Damn, nice,” Jordan approved of Nicole’s small, perfectly formed breasts.
Wiggling out of jeans and boxers, Jordan revealed his semi-erect cock. Nicole’s eyes opened wide at the sight of the thick slab of meat that slowly rose from the scruff of dark curls.
“And…” Jordan said and sat on the living room carpet.
Jordan lay back on the floor. Kicking his legs up and over, Jordan placed his feet over his head. Bent double, Jordan easily brought his eight inch erection to his lips and opened his mouth wide.
“Augh!” Nicole breathed out as three inches of Jordan’s cock disappeared into his mouth.
Unconsciously, Nicole began to twirl a fingertip around her left areole. She watched as Jordan pleasured himself with his mouth and hand. She reveled in the occasional sounds of loud slurps that escaped Jordan’s lips.
“Mm, mm, mmng augh!” Jordan grunted and Nicole saw Jordan’s throat muscles working.
Nicole suddenly realized, she’d locked herself in. Staring at the substantial slab of flesh that stood out proud from Jordan’s crotch, Nicole’s anus clamped tightly closed.
“There is no way…” Nicole said out loud as a hotly blushing Jordan again sat in his chair.
“What? bahçelievler escort I just showed you,” Jordan said, taking a gulp of his drink.
When he was alone, Jordan normally performed auto-fellatio in the comfort of his bed. He also jammed two fingers into his rectum and massaged his prostate. Lately, he had taken to inserting a six inch smooth plastic vibrator into his rectum, the knob of the device twisted to highest speed. In front of others, Jordan rarely performed auto-fellatio. Even more rare was his performing auto-fellatio to completion, but moments after wrapping his lips around his cock and feeling his hot tongue bathing his cock, Jordan knew he was too close to the edge to cease.
I no, I mean, fuck! That, that thing is a monster,” Nicole said, seeing Jordan’s semi-flaccid cock beginning to rise again.
“There are two pints of Albertson’s on the table right there,” Jordan said, voice hard. “Want them or not?”
“I uh, yeah, I…” Nicole said, getting to shaky legs. “How you want…”
Jordan positioned Nicole on her hands and knees. In the center of the living room. He grabbed the box of condoms and the box of the lubricant from the kitchen counter. Returning, Jordan was somewhat perturbed; Nicole was still on hands and knees, jeans firmly buttoned and zipped.
“Uh! Hey!” Nicole cried out as Jordan unsnapped her threadbare jeans and jerked them down to bunch up around her knees.
Josh Cox, Jordan’s older cousin, Aunt Rose’s kid had once shown Jordan a pornographic magazine. The Falgout Film Studio’s magazine had featured many pictures of fresh faced teenaged girls being roughly sodomized and spit roasted with a cock in their smiling mouths and a cock in their stretched anuses and even being made air tight. Ever since seeing that magazine, Jordan had been fixated on finding a girl willing to have anal sex with him.
Jordan’s first two girlfriends had hinted at, suggested, indicated they might be willing to let him have their ass, but first Jordan had to buy them this trinket or that bauble. And upon receiving this gift or that gift, both girls reneged on their end of the bargain. Ayla, a slightly older woman he’d met on-line had even promised anal sex, if Jordan would take her to Radcliffe’s restaurant.
“Ass first, meal second,” Jordan had firmly stated; he would not be fooled again.
Now, looking at Nicole’s juicy rear end, Jordan’s cock throbbed. He would finally fulfill a fantasy of his. Nestled between two luscious globes of flesh, Nicole’s little brown star was an inviting target.
“Augh!” Nicole grunted as Jordan pressed a greasy finger to her tightly clenched anus.
Jordan had researched, masturbated to advice on how to prepare an anus for penetration. His instinct was to jam the finger into Nicole’s ass, just ram it in. But instead, Jordan rotated the finger around and around, gently pressing against the tight pucker. Slowly, Nicole’s rosebud began to flower open.
“Aught, that, that feels weird,” Nicole stated as Jordan’s finger gained entry.
Jordan was glad he’d blown his load already. Had he not, he would have coated Nicole’s thighs with his sperm.
“Mmng, augh, oh God,” Nicole gasped then grunted as Jordan slowly forced a second finger into her rectum.
“Mm,” Nicole gurgled as Jordan twisted and scissored his fingers inside of her anal canal.
As Jordan fucked the two fingers inside of her rectum, Nicole felt an odd feeling beginning to well up inside of her guts. It was an odd, almost buzzing sensation as his fingers probed her guts.
A third finger seemed to intensify that odd, off-center feeling inside of her. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but not a painful feeling. It just felt odd, not quite right, to have something pushing into her.
Jordan pulled his fingers from Nicole’s slightly stretched anus and rolled a condom onto his thick cock. He greased his palm and slathered the lubrication onto his latex covered cock.
“Mm, mmng, augh,” Nicole grunted as Jordan’s fingers again pushed into her rectum.
“AUGH! ACK! Top, Jesus fucking Christ, stop!” Nicole screamed out as Jordan’s cockhead pressed into her greasy rectum.
That first stab of penetration had seared like a white-hot poker being jabbed into her bowels. Sweat popped out on Nicole’s forehead as Jordan’s manhood pushed past her struggling anus. Nicole tried to clamp her anus shut, tried to push Jordan’s cock from her anus. She tried to wiggle forward, but Jordan had a tight grip on her haunches.
“God damn, stop!” Nicole cried out as another fraction of an inch gained entry.