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Cumming at the Cruiser
by Dr. Pssy (address withheld)

***

What really happens at that weekly Old Lady's brunch at 
the local diner. (FFM, 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 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 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," 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 them…empty 
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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