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Cumming At The Cruiser
by DrPssy (drpssy@yahoo.com)

***

A diner full of horny elderly women and the young men 
who serve their every need. May I suggest you try the 
Cum Soup madam, it is fresh made today. (F+/M+, 
elderly/young, oral, anal, bi, intr, orgy, creampie, 
fisting, swinger, orgy)

***

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 had she 
met on the cruise last year. 

During the swingers 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 members of The Pack, 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 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. Taken 
because 78 yr old Jane had a free 'lovers' guest 
ticket, the trip had changed her life. Jane and 82 yr 
old 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 85lb 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.

Janet, the more dimwitted of the grey haired 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 other 12 elderly 
restaurateurs, some white, some black, and the aged 
little Conchita, the Latin 'free hole' 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 waiter 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 not really hearing the conversation until 
the word rape was said, was standing in a flash in 
front of her nephew glaring laser bolts, 'What you say 
nigga? You gonna rape...here. 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,' Helen quickly added before the great aunt 
killed her great big 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. But 
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. 
Susan seeing the fight was over and knowing that Edna 
kept all the 'good stuff' to herself followed the much 
younger black woman as she went to see if Pete really 
was King Ding-A-Ling. Jane moved to take on the 
cashier, she was thinking of earlier. 

Seeing the danger was over and 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 those teeth out'

'Its 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 aged 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, not to 
make what was coming, but because she loved the smell.

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 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 Susan 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. 

The Cruiser smelled 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 6 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 Rashaad’s 7' boner.

'Deeper you little fuck,' overweight 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 task of making him cum.

In and out, in and out, 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 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 Yvonne 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; while Yvonne worked 
her finger in and out of Mabel’s puckered shitter.

Uh, uh, uh, uh ohhhhhhhhhh SHIT!" Mabel lowed, 
'Ohhhhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah,' she panted. 

With that she started bucking, Yvonne, 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 Susan’s wrinkled face and into her baby-blue eyes. 
She gasped like 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, Rashaad, that 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 Jane 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 tried again to bring Brenda over the edge. 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 
not cum. He had been eating her out for the past half-
hour and still she had not cum. 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, and he knew he had a busy week ahead.

When it was clear 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 them... 
empty soup bowls. 

Helen had a wry grin on her face knowing that, because 
the biggest load only 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. But she would certainly watch him try.

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