Traitor Book 1Chapter 8 The Cruiser
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Helen St. Claire was a stubborn woman who always did
what she wanted. Since her husband, Earl, died, fifteen
years ago, she was resolute in the fact that she didn’t
need help from anyone. Even at the tender age of 85,
Helen still drove herself to the diner, everyday, to
gossip with the members of her “bridge” club. Secretly,
the only reason they stopped at the small, out-of-the-
way diner was because the owner was a friend she met on
the cruise last year.
During the Swinger’s Tour for Seniors Helen and her
friends Jane and Susan had met many interesting people,
but by far Edna, the elderly black owner of their new
favorite diner was destined to become another member of
The Pack, as they called themselves.
The fact that The Cruiser Diner was located on the edge
of town added to its allure. The fact that Edna’s great
nephew was as large as all four women, added together,
was another. But they all knew that they would have
driven 500 miles to get to the diner; and it wouldn’t
have mattered if Rufus was only 4’10.” The real reason
they came to The Cruiser was because Edna only hired
young men as servers and cooks.
“Can’t have a diner if you don’t have sausages hanging
around,” Edna once explained.
At first glance, it would seem as if the totally
nondescript Cruiser was simply a coffee shop, catering
to elderly women. And that was the way Helen and the
other elderly patrons wanted it. It was a member’s only
type of establishment, even if it wasn’t stated
anywhere; it was the female equivalent of a Masons
Lodge / Shoney’s.
There were no flashy neon lights, no bikers hanging out
front, and the only hooker that ever came there was so
sweet to the old women, Edna, feeling motherly (and
overly generous after a good cum and a little high),
agreed to hide the girl and gave her the apartment
upstairs for free for as long as the girl agreed to
work in the diner. A mistake that was rectified when
she was caught stealing from the till in the register
that same week.
Edna personally showed her what a “pimp-hand” really
looked like before she called the slut’s true owner.
Since then, The Cruiser was off limits to the
professionals. It was the kind of place little kids
avoided because they would get their cheeks pinched.
Adults tended to pass it by simply because they knew
that this was a place for grandmothers and probably
smelled of Ben-Gay.
Helen loved The Cruiser; it allowed her to be the woman
she had learned to be on the cruise. She really had no
idea what the trip actually entailed, only that the two
sisters, Jane and Susan always came back glowing from
previous trips. Taken because 78 yr old Jane had a free
“lovers” guest ticket, the trip had changed her life.
Jane and the even older Susan did not explain what the
trip truly was until they were on the plane to
Australia. While on the cruise ship back to Costa Rica,
Helen had learned to love younger men. More
importantly, she had learned to love loving younger
men.
Before Earl died, Helen promised him she would never to
have sex with another man again, and she would never
lie to Earl, even unto death. But she was a fan of
oral. A fact that Earl had never gotten to know as
Helen had hidden this secret fetish after the first
time she had tried to go down on him, over 62 yrs ago
when she was only 23 yrs old. The shock and shame on
his face scared her so much; she vowed never to show
her secret sexual fantasy again. However, now that Earl
was dead, she didn’t really consider “head,” as the
young men working at The Cruiser called it, sex. She
defined sex as the act of procreation. If she was not
penetrated by a penis, it didn’t count.
In other words, Helen loved to suck dick. She loved the
taste. She loved to make it squirt. Most importantly
though, she loved the way a hard cock felt on her gums
after she took her dentures out. It tickled and yet it
massaged her dental ridge when she sucked dick. And
then to be rewarded with a warm load of cum. she loved
coming to The Cruiser everyday, especially around noon,
when the restaurant “closed” so that Edna could “eat in
peace.” It was the signal that everything was clear and
the fun could begin.
And by the look in Rufus’ eyes as he walked by their
table, noon had just arrived and he wanted to be in her
sweet mouth first today. He grabbed a shriveled breast
of the 85 lb. woman and shoving his tongue in her mouth
was merely a signal to Jane and Susan to close the
blinds in the window the four friends were sitting in
front of.
Jane, the more dimwitted of the sisters, was the first
to state the obvious, “I think he needs to cum badly,
don’t you Helen. I think he wants you to suck him off.”
“Are you going to do it?” Susan asked with a gleam in
her eye as she already knew the answer. In truth, her
eyes were glassy thinking of the new cashier Edna had
hired. Everyone knew that Edna only hired after a
stringent “examination” process, they had to eat the
elderly black woman’s pussy until she squirted. Seeing
as how Edna had just turned 63 and like many older
women, was a little dry down there, this really was a
very stringent examination indeed. For some reason, the
shorter, mid-20’s man with glasses was getting her
horny today, maybe because he was new, she thought.
“Course she gonna to do it,” Rufus answered coming back
to the table after locking the door and spinning the
open sign to closed, “You white women love this long
black peter.”
With this, he stepped to the table and unbuttoned the
waistband on the size 48 pants he wore. Dropping them
to the ground, he stood naked from the waist down; save
that, he still had his cooking apron on and it obscured
the sight, but not the presence of Rufus’ swelling
member.
None of this shocked the 10 elderly restaurateurs, some
white, some black, and the age-ed the Latin “free hole”
little Conchita. In fact, the entire restaurant was
horny in whatever way they could be.
Conchita looked as if she was simply waiting for the
festivities to begin. She grabbed a young black waiter,
Steven, carrying dishes back to the kitchen as he was
walking past. The boy never had a chance. At 55,
Conchita was the youngest woman present, but that only
meant that arthritis hadn’t set in too badly yet; she
proceeded to strip the boy as he struggled to set down
the tray. After a few seconds and when his pants found
themselves at his ankles and his underwear following,
he gave up and the tray was left to crash to the floor.
“And this one is gonna get mouth raped,” Rufus added.
Edna, unconcerned with her nephews nudity and as quick
as always but losing her hearing, was standing in a
flash in front of her nephew glaring laser bolts, “What
you say nigga? You gonna rapehere. Not only you got
free pussy here, but you getting paid for it too. Who
you gonna rape when I tear your ass up boy?”
“Edna, I think you need to drink less coffee and to go
over and get a piece of that tall geeky looking guy in
the corner. He looks like his prick hangs down to his
knees,” Margaret quickly added before the incensed aunt
killed her great nephew.
“Besides, you can’t rape the willing,” this last said
as she eased the overheated Edna off to the side.
Blubbering, while surrounded by the beginnings of
sexual activity all around him, overweight Rufus simply
stood still, terrified of the anger in his great aunts
eyes. Even his burgeoning erection had subsided.
Nevertheless, Helen simply grabbed the still
significant piece of sex meat and squeezed slightly.
Edna for her part saw that Rufus had meant no real harm
and gave him a warning look, but allowed herself to be
directed to “Pistol Pete,” before one of the other
matrons in the place found that, while white, Pete was
packing a sausage to rival all others in the room. Jane
seeing the fight was over and knowing that Edna kept
all the “good stuff” to herself followed Margaret and
Edna as they went to see if Pete really was King Ding-
A-Ling. Susan, meanwhile, moved to take on the cashier,
she was thinking of earlier.
Relieved that the danger was over and noticing that the
older white woman was squeezing his returning hard-on,
Rufus snapped out of his stupor.
“Can’t rape the willing, huh?” he said as he looked
into the blue-haired, great-grandmothers eyes, “We’ll
see, now take out those teeth.”
“It’s all yours, tiger,” the ever horny Helen replied
and removed her false plates and set them on a napkin
on the table. “Abd wath my eerth thith time athwipe.”
Rufus merely looked at his elderly fellatrix and
replied politely, “Yes ma’am.”
In his head though, he knew this old woman would
swallow his 10″ dick, even if he had to rip her “eerth”
off to do it. With that he pushed her back into a seat
at the table.
“Open wiiiide,” he lilted.
Instead, Helen merely kissed the head of the big, black
piece of fuckmeat before her. She knew that Rufus was
going to impale her throat and she wanted to get as
much of his musky smell in her nose as possible, loving
his intoxicating scent.
Rufus though had other plans. Today, Helen would get a
surprise.
He grabbed the blue wig atop Helen’s head and pulled
hard. His whopper went right in and Helen, not ready
for the thrust, gagged immediately. But Rufus pulled
out to let her breathe.
Mission accomplished, he thought with glee, now we can
take it easy. Don’t want to kill the old broad,
‘specially not with my dick.
“You, you…thit, you,” Helen said in mock humor, she
hadn’t gagged on a cock in years. “I thee you want to
be rough today, huh. Well I can be rough too.”
With that, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and
bit the oversized prick with moderate pressure and took
it slowly back into her throat. When she had a nose
full of pubic hair, she increased the pressure she had
never let off of and pulled back till she was again
kissing the head. She opened her eyes and swirled the
swollen head with her tongue. Then, Helen slowly chewed
it with her toothless mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” Rufus groaned and slammed his cock back
into her throat.
This time, Helen was ready for the invasion and with
his dick lodged halfway to her stomach, hummed lowly,
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.”
“Fuck,” Rufus growled and pulled out again.
“Can’t do that,” he explained with a smile to the
upturned frowning face of the mature woman sucking his
cock. “I’ll cum too soon. Hey, look at Aunt Edna and
Miss Susan.”
Helen turned and saw that Edna was on her knees on the
bar separating the kitchen and the dining area, with
‘Pistol Pete’ and the pendulum pecker partially lodged
in her large, wrinkled, brown ass. If you looked just
right you could just see Jane laying on her back under
Edna, but facing the wrong way, and she was too far
down to do Edna any good.
It looked as if she was trying to lick the 7″ that
remained of his 14″ cock protruding from the ass he was
fucking. Margaret, for her part, crouched behind Pete
with her head buried in his ass, and happily licked
between the lucky lad’s cheeks.
The Cruiser reeked of sex. Everywhere one looked were
mature women in various forms of union with a young
man. Rufus was the oldest man there, and he was only
35; the other five varied in age from 27 down to 18.
The sounds accompanying the smell were staggering.
“Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye, papi!” Conchita screamed while
being impaled on Steven’s 7″ boner.
“Deeper you little fuck,” overweight black matron
Brenda complained, “I don’t feel that tongue yet. Hey
Edna, this fuck can’t eat no pussy.”
“Bullshit,” Edna groaned between Pete’s powerful
thrusts, “He got a snake tongue. If she don’t make your
face shine, Chris, you make the Cum Soup for the rest
of the week.”
The preppy white boy, fearing a week of sore dick,
renewed his administrations to the plump black pussy he
had his face in.
“Mmmmmmm,” Brenda moaned, “that’s better.”
“Cum thoup,” Helen said looking up at Rufus, “I want a
bowl after lunch ith over.”
Rufus, realizing his dick was drying, grabbed both of
the older woman’s ears and slid his dick back into her
mouth. Back in that warm wet hole, with the white woman
chewing on his black baby maker, Rufus began to thrust
in and out of Helen’s receptacle. After a few thrusts,
Helen pulled herself off the giant member.
“Let go of my eerth,” She ordered and when Rufus
complied, she returned to her ministrations.
She breathed in when he pulled out and out when he
thrust in; it was all she could do as Rufus’ penis
scraped over her gums. Rufus was in heaven, with his
eyes rolled back. Helen, on the other hand, simply
loved the fact that this young black man found her
throat an acceptable place to stick his cock. She was
fulfilling her fetish and her promise and vowed to
return to The Cruiser, day after day.
The first sounds of orgasm bought all heads to the
center of the room.
Mabel, the room’s only redhead, was on her back
enjoying the attention of not only Catherine and Mary,
but also of Niho, the only Asian to work at the
restaurant. His 4″ prick could not have made her cum so
no one was surprised to find him buried face first in a
forest of fiery pussy. Mary was working the dildo she
kept in her bag into Mabel’s flaming snatch. Meanwhile,
Catherine worked her finger in and out of the redhead’s
puckered shitter.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh ohhhhhhhhhh shiiittttttt!” Mabel lowed.
“Ohhhhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah,” she panted.
With that, she started bucking, Catherine, rightfully
fearing a broken finger, pulled out of the orgasming
elder. Niho immediately became drenched in the redheads
cunt juices. He licked and swallowed like Edna had
taught him to.
The man plugging Edna from behind was the next to groan
and grunt as he began to cum. He thrust really hard one
last time then pulled out of the black woman’s back
entrance and aimed his erupting pecker straight down
onto Susan’s waiting face. Thick ropy jizm shot to land
on Jane’s wrinkled face and into her baby-blue eyes.
She gasped as if the semi-liquid stung but never pushed
him away. Soon her face was covered in the white stuff,
and she began to clean off the shit stained dick with
her mouth.
“Woooooooo,” Conchita screeched, “Aye, tu cocho, I’m
cumming!”
So did the young black man, Steven, who was buried in
her pulsating pussy. He threw his head back and sweat
flew as his cock throbbed and Conchita was filled with
his hot babyjuice.
Edna came down from the counter and went behind it to
get some rags to clean up the restaurant’s various
surfaces. On the way, though, she tripped on Susan and
the young man in the glasses laying down in the floor
in the “69” position.
Alvin was Edna’s best pussy eater and Jane had
obviously found this out as she put both elbows on the
counter and climbed back to her feet. A string of cum
linked her chin to her left nostril, where the rope
disappeared. Her face was flushed and her hair
disarrayed, but the glow on her face, as well as the
stupid grin she wore told everyone she had enjoyed
herself.
All of a sudden, Rufus began to thrust rapidly into
Helen’s toothless maw. He was obviously going to cum
and Helen aided him by raising her tongue to rasp the
underside of the dong in her mouth. With a low growl,
he grabbed the back of her head and her chin, tilted
back and thrust as deeply as he could go. Helen’s nose
was flattened against Rufus’s pubic bone. His balls
actually slapped her neck and she reached up to fondle
the brown orbs.
She knew he liked for his nuts to be played with as he
came off. And she wasn’t wrong, torrents of cum quickly
flooded her stomach, bypassing her gums and tongue all
together. It wasn’t even necessary for her to swallow
she just had to remember not to breathe or jizz would
come out of her nose.
Finally as the room calmed down, and Rufus pulled out
of Helen’s hungry mouth to go and get her Cum Soup, the
only sound besides 8 old women lighting Salem’s and
Virginia Slims with shaking hands, was the sound of
Brenda, stuck with Chris, the preppy.
“Edna.,” Brenda complained, “He’s not doin’ nothin’
for me.”
Conchita, wanting to see her friend cum too,
immediately went behind the boy and with no preparation
shoved two fingers in the boy’s ass.
“Lick her right, asshole,” Conchita warned, “or this
asshole will never hold a turd in again.”
The other men in the room, recognizing that Conchita
meant business, ignored the boy’s pain-filled grunts
and went about cleaning up. After a few minutes,
Conchita inserted another two fingers and repeated her
ultimatum. Sweat began to bead on the boy’s back and
finally Brenda started hump back at the boy’s face, but
after a few more minutes, she still had yet to cum. He
had been eating her out for the past half-hour and she
remained unfulfilled. Chris knew he was in trouble, his
tongue ached, his back was sore from being on his knees
face first in Brenda’s gaping bush, and his ass was ON
FIRE with Conchita’s fingers plugging him.
Finally, Conchita could take no more and slipped her
whole hand into his ass. The boy arched his back and
screamed into Brenda’s pussy. For some strange reason,
even unknown to Brenda, she finally came. It wasn’t an
earthmover; it wasn’t even a body trembler, but she did
arch her back and pant for a few seconds. Chris,
however, was by now crying into her snatch, salty tears
mixed with quim.
Conchita pulled out of the boy’s now ruined sphincter
with a thick “POP!” and he ran to the bathroom, holding
his ass cheeks together to keep from shitting on the
floor of the diner, it would just be one more chore for
him to clean up, but he knew he had a busy week ahead.
When it became evident the boy was not coming from the
restroom, Helen went in and after a few minutes of her
talented mouth, Chris was “ready” to face the world
again. Or so he thought.
As he entered the dining area, he was surprised to see
that everyone had a soup bowl sitting before themempty
soup bowls.
Helen had a wry grin on her face knowing that, because
the biggest load just recently went down her always
hungry throat, Chris would have a very “hard” time
indeed filling all of those bowls with his tasty Cum
Soup. Still, she would certainly love to watch him try.
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