BARTENDER
By: Mike Hunt
Chapter Four
My Parents owned a very fine restaurant in our hometown and since I was
twelve I had been working there. I started as a ‘gofer’ for the kitchen
staff. Finally, when I turned eighteen I started waiting tables. My
parents knew that I must have a social life, so they gave me Friday
and Saturday nights off.
At the age of sixteenI had started dating Mary, a girl who was my age and from then until
I left for an out of state university I was fucking Mary on nearly every date.
My first experience with an older woman was with a forty something married woman, Trisha Moore. The Moores, Roy and Trisha, were regular customers at our restaurant
and, for some reason Trisha took a shine and one evening, when I picked up their credit car, I found a note from her asking me to give her a call.
Next afternoon, during school hours, I called her and she invited me to her home right after school (Roy was out of town). That started my preference for fucking mature women and I fucked Trisha Moore every time I got the chance, until I left for college.
My parents had taken me to the restaurant since I was small and the job of the bartender
fascinated me and as I grew and watched him work the more I wanted to be a bartender. When I got a little older I realized that I wasn’t going to be a bartender all my life, but before I took over the restaurant, I wanted to give bartending a try.
Early in my freshman year, at college, I got a job with Gourmet Catering. The owner, Frank
Hilby used me to tend bar at several small parties and then I got a break that was to have a dramatic impact on my life. One of the other to bartenders that worked for Frank was in an auto accident and was laid up in the hospital. Gourmet had two large parties that Friday evening and Frank assigned me to the party hosted by Laura Starr. Mrs. Starr had taken over the operation and ownership of Starr Motors when her husband, Harrison, died a few years earlier. In addition to two dealerships in the city she owned five more dealerships in other cities in the state. The party that Friday night was for her management employees. Some two hundred people (employees and their spouses) attended.
 Frank had shown me a picture of Mrs. Starr and told me that she was sixty-one years old. I couldn’t believe that she was any where close to that age, she looked like a hard bodied thirty year old and when I saw her in person she was even more beautiful that the head and shoulders picture which Frank had shown and, to top off her beauty, she had the biggest tits I had ever seen.
Laura Starr was an instant hard on and she didn’t miss the bulge in my pants. And everytime she came to the bar, for a drink, she stared at my crotch and the bulge, which resided there.
When their meal was finished the band started playing. A few came to the bar for fresh drinks and then everyone started drifting toward the dance floor. Everyone drifted to the dance floor except Mrs. Starr; she came to the bar, placed her tits on the bar and rested her forearms on the bar, as well. The way that she was standing exposed more of her cleavage; I really couldn’t see much, no matter how hard I tried. I could only see the edge of her bra; it was the same blue as her electric blue dress that she was wearing. After
ordering another drink she riveted her eyes on my cock. She made no attempt to conceal the fact that she was ogling my crotch. In seconds my cock was throbbing. The party was to end at two o’clock and since all the dealerships were to be open as usual the following morning (Saturday) those who had the farthest to drive started leaving a little after one o’clock. Of course, Mrs. Starr had to thank them for coming and wishing them a safe trip home. While she was saying good-bye my pecker began to relax and by the time the last guest left, it was quarter till two.
Once the last guest left Mrs. Starr returned to the bar, I was getting things organized and making ready to start packing my gear, she laid her tits on the bar again and my prick snapped to full upright. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was openly staring at the bulge in the front of my pants. I asked, “Ma’am would you mind if I smoked a cigar? She smiled and replied, “Oh no, I don’t mind a bit. Harrison was a cigar smoker and I just love the aroma of a fine cigar.” I took a cigar from my pocket case and lit it. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, “Ohhh that smells soooo goood. What is it?” I told her and she said, “Ohhh Henderson often smoked that brand and I like the sweet aroma.” She took another deep breath and asked. “Jeff, could you come back later and help me straighten up and do a bit of clean up?” Her request surprised me. I mean, hell she had enough
money to hire every cleaning agency in the city, why ask me? Never-the-less I replied that I’d be glad to return later, but that it was going to be later, sometime after noon. I wouldn’t get to bed much before three-thirty. She smiled and said that she said she understood.
Saturday morning, a little after eleven (I had just gotten out of bed and was getting ready to take a shower and shave) the phone rang. My roommate, Jack Billings, wasn’t around so I answered. It was my boss, Frank Hillby. He asked, “Did I get you out of bed. I know that you had a late night last night?” I replied that I had just gotten up and he said,  “Damn, Jeff, I don’t know what you did last night, but you sure as hell made an impression on Laura Starr. She called me a little while ago and she just couldn’t say enough about the way you did your job.” I said “Gee, Frank, I appreciate that, but I didn’t do anything special.” To myself I said, “Wonder if she was really talking about the way I did my job or was it the size of the bulge in my pants?” Frank continued, “Again, you must have done one hell of a job. You’re the only one of my employees that she has ever praised.”
After a shower and a shave I grabbed a quick lunch and then headed for the Starr estate.
When I got to the Starr estate the big iron gate was closed, so I pressed the button and in seconds I heard her voice, from the speaker, “Yes, may I help you?” I replied, “Mrs. Starr it’s Jeff from last night.” She answered, “Ohhh yessss, I’m soooo glad you’re here.” She activated the gate and it swung slowly open. I drove through and saw, in the rearview
mirror that the gate swung shut behind me.
When I stepped up onto the porch the massive front door swung open and she was there to greet me. She was partially hidden by the door and I didn’t get a good look at her till I stepped in and she closed the door and turned to face. She was wearing a pair of white Bermuda shorts and a white top that was sleeveless and was held on by a length of the material that wrapped around her waist and was tied in the front. I damned near swallowed
my tongue! It didn’t take a genius to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra: her nipples made enticing protrusions in the material. My prick snapped to full hard, in an instant.
She glanced at my crotch,. Smiled and said, “Jeff I noticed how you stared at my breasts last night and how aroused it made you.” I started to speak, but she hushed me and asked, “How would you like to see them?” Before I could answer she untied the belt and opened her blouse, revealing the biggest rack I had ever seen! “Ohhhh, Mrs. Starr. They’re so big and soooo beautiful.” She smiled and then she took my right hand and said, “Wouldn’t you like to touch them?” Without waiting for an answer she placed my hand on her left tit. I gave it
a little squeeze and then I asked, “Mrs. Starr, why are you doing this?” She chuckled and placed my left hand on her other tit and answered, “Well, when I noticed that looking at my titties aroused you, I thought that it was very flattering that a woman my age could
turn on a handsome young man like you and I thought I’d tease you and that’s why I wore the blue dress last night, I hadn’t worn that dress since Harrison died. Then each time I came to the bar and saw that magnificent bulge in your trousers I realized, that for the first time in my life I was getting turned on too. Harrison never got me so sexually excited. Ohhh by-the-way, my name’s Laura.”
 I had heard enough! I put my arms around her, pulled her tightly against me and gave her a long French kiss and mine wasn’t the only tongue exploring a mouth. While our tongues
were busy, with their exploration I slid a hand down her back on onto her shapely ass and started to caress, squeeze and pat it. Laura moaned and said, “Ohhhhh that feels soooo nice.” I asked, “What feels nice.” She chuckled and replied ‘What you’re doing. I just
love to have you play with my butt.”
When our lips met again I unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall. I slipped my hand into the waistband of her panties and caressed and squeezed her bare ass. She moaned. I took
that as an invitation. I shoved the panties down, exposing her bare ass and continued what I had been doing. Finally, as I was patting her ass she moaned and said, “Ohhhh, please smack it harder.” I gave it a little smack and she said, “Harder, make my butt sting!”
I cracked her on the ass, pretty good and she pleaded, “Please don’t stop, do it some more.” I gave her three firm smacks on her ass and she gasped, “Ohhh yessss, yessss that just sets me on fire.”
After five more hard smacks on her ass I dropped to my knees and pulled her panties down and held them while she stepped out of them. I had my first look at her mature pussy. Her muff was only about and inch wide and wasn’t much more than two inches long and it ended at the top of her slit. I ran my hand over her mound and didn’t feel any stubble. I looked up and asked, “Do you shave down here?” She laughed and answered, “Ohhhh nooo, that’s just the way it’s always been.” I kissed her flat stomach and said, “Damn, Laura, you have a fine body.” She smiled and replied, “Why thank you, Jeff, I work very hard to keep it this way, I work out at the health club three times a week and watch what I eat.”
After kissing her stomach again and then placed my hands between her knees and applied light pressure. She spread her legs. I put a hand on her pussy and slid my middle finger
along her slit. The lips of her pussy didn’t form a narrow crevice, like my high school girlfriend’s had, but the separation was slight. She sighed, bent her knees and rolled her hips forward. I took a good, hard look at her pussy. The lips were swollen, with desire and when I leaned forward and kissed her pussy she jumped and said, “Ohhhhh what are you doing?” I looked up and asked, “What do you think I’m doing, do you like it?” She replied, ” Ohhhh it feels nice, but I’ve never been kissed down there.” I looked up and asked,
“You mean your husband never kissed you pretty little pussy?” She shook her head and said, “Ohhhh no, never. You see Harrison was raised in a very strictly religious family and he said that oral contact with the gentiles wasn’t just perverse, it was sinful.”
I kissed her pussy again and drew my tongue along her slit. She took hold of my upper arms and said, “Ohhhhh, Jeff, that feels wonderful, but please, let me see you.” I stood and stripped off my tee shirt and she went to work on my belt. When my pants fell she crouched and pulled my underwear down. My cock sprang free and pointed straight ahead. It damned near hit her in the chin. She grasped it and said, “Ohhhhh, I knew that  you had a big one, but I never dreamed that it would be soooo bigggg!” She tightened her grip and asked, “How big is your beautiful thing?” I smiled and asked, “How big is what?” She looked up, smiled and said, “All right, I’ll say it, how big is you beautiful dick?” I replied, I’ll tell you how big my cock is, but first how big are those magnificent titties?” She giggled and said, 44E. Now tell me how big this us.” She gave my cock a long slow stroke, from the base to the tip and back. I said, “It’s eight inches.” She gasped, gave it another long, slow stroke and said, “And it’s not just long, it’s sooooo biggggg around.”
I let her take a few more strokes and then I said, “Kiss it, baby, kiss my cock.” She said,
“Ohhhh, Jeff, I’ve never done that before.” I laughed and said, “Kiss it, it won’t hurt a bit.” She pursed her lips and barley brushed her lips to the tip of my prick. “Not like that, kiss it like you love it.” She parted her lips, slightly and planted a good, firm kiss on the tip. “Now, baby, touch it with your tongue.” She did as I asked and then gave it another kiss. She stood and said, “Let’s go upstairs. I haven’t made love since Harrison died and I want you to make love to me with your huge dick.”
I followed her up the stairs, enjoying the movements of her firm, shapely ass with each step she took. When we reached the landing, half way up the stairs, I put my arms around
and grasped a tit in each hand and pressed my stiff cock against her ass. As I squeezed her tits she shoved her ass back against my pecker. She sighed and said “Oooo that feel nice, but let’s go on upstairs.” I released my grip on her tits, smacked her ass and said, “Just
lead the way.” I released my grip on her tits and gave her a good sharp smack on the ass. She paused for a second so I cracked her on the ass again.
Once we entered her bedroom. I took her by the arm, turned her to face me and put my arms around her. She put an arm around my neck and placed a hand on my throbbing cock. Our lips met in a long, torrid French kiss. When my tongue probed her mouth she tightened her grip on my dick and moaned.
Finally, our lips parted and she said, “Ohhhh, Jeff, I just can’t wait any longer.” She
took my hand and we took the few steps to the bed and tumbled in. I put my right arm around her shoulders, pulled her to me for another passionate kiss. When our lips were locked together I slid my left hand, slowly, slowly down her body. For a moment I paused to scratch her cute little bush and then my hand went between her legs and I slipped my
middle finger into her hot, wet pussy and started sliding it in and out, slowly. She moaned and arched her back. It took less than a minute to make her cum. When our lips parted I took one of her magnificent tits into my mouth and started flashing my tongue over her stiff nipple and, at the same time, its neighbor joined my middle finger and I started
slamming them in and out of her long neglected pussy. In seconds she was cuming again and this time she was cuming harder than before.
After her third orgasm she groaned, “Ohhhhh, please, ohhh pleeeeeasssse, I need you. Pleeeeassssse make love to me.” I knelt between her splayed legs and said, “Soon,
baby, but first there’s something I have to do.” She lifted her head and asked, “What’s that?” I smiled and replied, “First I’m going to eat you pretty little pussy.” She gasped and pleaded, “Ohhhh no, pleeeeasssse don’t bite me.” I laughed and replied, “Baby, I’m not  going to bite you. Eating pussy is just a term that’s used for what I’m gonna do and I promise that you’re going to enjoy it more than anything that’s ever happened to you.” With that I took a good look at her pussy. The lips weren’t pressed as tightly Mary, my high school girlfriend’s had been, there was a small gap between them. I lowered my head and kissed her lips. She gasped and moaned, “Ohhhh yessss, that feels soooo nice.” I kissed her lips again and then I lifted my head and, using my thumbs I spread her lips and
was greeted by the sight of the deep pink inner surfaces of her mature pussy. I blew my hot breath on her snatch and lowered my face and, using my tongue and light suction I collected all the tasty honey sweet juices that I could. For a few second I savored the heavenly taste. Then I raised my head and said, “Damn, baby, you sure taste good.” I lowered my face and after giving my tongue an other tour of the inner folds and crevices of her snatch and then I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy and tongue fucked her for a minute, or more, Laura was writhing, thrusting her hips and groaning. When I pulled my tongue out, I went
straight for her clit. Laura’s clit was about as big around as a wooden pencil, maybe a little bigger and it was fully an inch and a half long, soon I was to discover what a benefit that was, her clit was long enough that when I finally fucked her the tip of her clit made contact with my pecker.
Seconds after I put her clit in my mouth I put her legs over my shoulders and attacked her clit with my flashing tongue. In seconds she was cuming and cuming and pumping her clit into my mouth. But, all to soon, she begged me to stop before she passed out. Reluctantly, I let her clit pop out of my mouth, gave her pussy a final kiss and then lay down beside her and took her in my arms. “Ohhhhh yessss, hold me hold me tight!” She begged.
I did just that.
After a few minutes she whispered, “Ohhhh, Jeff, you really eat pussy good.” I patted her ass and said, “Baby, I love it when you talk dirty.” She laughed and said, “Sweetheart, I grew up with two older brothers and I often heard them telling each other what they were doing to their girlfriends, so I know all the dirty words in the world, so if you want me to talk dirty I will.”
After a kiss she said, “Now, baby, I want you to fuck me, and I want it to last for hours and hours.” It was a bit of a shock to her this rich, sophisticated lady using that
language, but at the same time it was a real turn on.
I held her for a few minutes and caressed and patted her ass and then I got between her legs and she said, “Pleeeeassse, take it nice and slow, you’re soooo much bigger that Harrison was. Pleeeeasssse don’t hurt me.” I touched her lips with the head of my prick and asked, “Have I done anything to hurt you so far?” She shook her pretty little head and murmured, “Huh uh.” I said, “And I’m not going to hurt you now, so just relax. I know you’re going to like this almost as much as I am.” With that I gave her pussy a few slaps, with my cock and then, slowly, entered her. She held her breath until all eight inches were
safely buried in her unbelievably tight pussy. When I bottomed out she exhaled and I asked, “Now did that hurt?” She smiled and said, “Ohhh noooo, it feels wonderful.” Then she said the same thing that both Mary, my high school girlfriend and Molly, the coed I had been fucking always said, Laura said, “Ohhhhh it’s in sooooo farrrr!” I gave her a few short strokes and then I said, “Damn, baby, you’re tight! It feels like you’re trying to peal me like a banana.” She giggled and said, “Ohhhh I wouldn’t like that at all. Am I really
that tight?” I said, “Baby, you’re the tightest.” She smiled and said, “It’s just because you’re soooo darned big.”
For nearly five minutes I fucked her nice and slow and, even at that, her pussy had been so long neglected, she had what she assured me was a very satisfying orgasm. As soon as I increased the speed of my plunging cock she had another orgasm and when I finally hit top speed she was cuming and then cuming again and again. Finally, after nearly twenty-five minutes I groaned, “Ohhhh yeah, baby, I’m cuming! She screamed, “Me too, I’m cuming and I can feel your jizm spurting into me!”
 When my cock stopped pulsing my cum into her I buried right up to my balls and dropped down, mashing her massive mummeries with my chest. Our lips met in a long, passionate kiss and when our lips parted, She said, “Ohhh, sweetheart, I’ve never had sooo many orgasms in my life. Baby, you’re the best lover a girl could ever hope for.” I kissed the tip of her nose and said, “Baby, you’re pretty great yourself. You’ve got the prettiest, sweetest, tightest little pussy ever.”
For five minutes, or more, she had her hands on my ass, holding me deep and we were having a long, French kiss. Finally, after more than five minutes she said, “Ohhhh, Jeff, you’re incredible.” I asked her what she meant and she answered, “You haven’t lost your erection, you’re still hard.” I smiled and nodded and she asked, “Does this happen every time?” I
shook my head and replied, “No, not every time, but pretty often.” She patted my ass and asked, “Do you think that we can do it again?” I laughed and said, “Ohhhh yeah.”
I gave her a few minutes to regain her composure and then, using about half the length of my cock, I started fucking her with a slow, steady tempo. After she had an orgasm I started using my full length, but I still used the same slow, steady tempo. Laura was squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and moaning. When I sensed that she was about to cum again I got to my knees, took her right hand and placed it on her pussy and pressed it down. With
my free hand wrapped around her wrist I made her start stroking her pussy. Laura asked, “What are you doing?” I still had nearly the full eight inch length of my prick buried in her hot, wet pussy and I gave her a few strokes and said, “Baby, I want you to cum for me.” She asked, “Y-y-you mean you want me to masturbate?” I smiled and said, “That’s exactly what I want.” She gasped, “Ohhhh noooo I can’t do that.” I rammed my cock in all the way and said, “Baby, if your husband was as bad a lover as you’ve told me I know that you’ve done it before.” She blushed and nodded her head and said, “Harrison was never able to make love more that eight or ten minutes and then he’d just roll over and go to sleep, leaving me high and dry. So yes I’ve done it before, but only after he was asleep and it was dark and no one could see what I was doing.” I smiled and said, “Okay, then you can do it for me. I want to see just what it is that satisfies you the most.” She smiled and said, “Okay, but what you’ve done to me so far is what satisfies me the most.” I released my grip on her hand and wrist and she closed her eyes and started jerking off. She started slowly, but in only a couple of minutes her hand started moving faster and her hips started pumping my cock into her tight, hot pussy.
I was fascinated, I had never seen a woman, or girl jerk off before, but I was sure as hell enjoying what she was doing. I took only a short time for her to make herself cum. Then I took her middle finger and shoved it in beside my pecker and gave her a couple of long, slow strokes. When she pulled her finger out of her snatch I said, “Baby, watching you make yourself cum was beautiful. Do it again.” She smiled and started rubbing her clit again. It took even less time for her to cum than it had the first time she jerked off. After she made herself cum the second time she said, “Ohhhhh pleeeeassse, baby, do it, fuck me I need it sooooo bad!”
I dropped back to my hands and knees and started pounding into her hard and fast. Each time she orgasmed, I’d stop and give her a chance to catch her breath. After she had her forth orgasm I stopped and she asked, “There’s something that I asked Harrison to do a few times, but he always refused, Will you cum on my titties?” I smiled, nodded my head and said, “Baby, if you want me to cum on your titties, you’ve got it.” She smiled. I had never cum on a gal’s body before, but if she wanted me to cum on her titties I was sure as hell going to comply, with her wish.
I pounded into her until she had cum a few more times and then I knew that I was getting close myself. I pulled out and straddled her stomach and started jerking. Laura pushed
her massive tits together and watched what I was doing. While I was jerking my cock she moaned, “Oooo I’ve ever seen a guy cum before!” I gasped, “Get ready, baby, I’m cuming!” I flooded her tits and chest with rivers of jizm. Some even landed in the little hollow
at the base of her throat. There was a large drop clinging to the tip of my pecker so I wiped it on her nipple.
 Laura glanced at the clock, beside the bed, gasped and said, “I don’t believe it, but we just made love for an hour and eight minutes and I’m so beat that I don’t think I could walk if my life depended on it.” I knelt beside her and kissed her. When our lips parted she said, “Ohhhh I’d better get a towel, you. got sooooo much on my titties that it’s starting to run down my sides.” I kissed her on the nose and said, “Don’t move, I’ll get it.”
I hurried to her bathroom and grabbed a bath towel off the rack and I also grabbed smaller towel. When I got to the bathroom door what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. Laura had gotten some of my cum on her index finger and was staring at it, intently. After just a few seconds she brought her finger to her nose and took a deep breath. Then she touched her finger to her tongue, closed her mouth and her eyes and savored the taste.
I stepped into the bedroom and asked, “Well, what do you think, how’s it taste?” She blushed and said, “Ohhhh my, you weren’t supposed to see that.” I smiled and replied, “Well, I did. So tell me how’d it taste?’ Her face got even redder and finally she said, “It doesn’t taste anything like I thought. It’s kinda salty with just a bit of sweetness.”
I thought, “Ah hah, gotcha! In no time I’ll have you sucking me off and liking it.”
I started to hand her the large towel, but she said, “Why don’t you do the honors?” I had
never done that before, but I was sure as hell going to give it a try. Using slow, tender movements I slowly and tenderly wiped the thick, sticky jizm from her cum covered tits and chest. When that was completed I dropped the towel on the floor, knelt beside her, handed her the small towel and said, “Okay, now it’s your turn.” Laura smiled, took the towel and lovingly cleaned my shrunken prick.
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“Wrong,” replied St. Peter, “You’ll have to wait.” He turned to the second blonde and said, “What is Easter?” The second blonde replied, “I know, Easter is about Jesus. In December, when we put up a nice tree, exchange presents, and celebrate His birthday.”
