One four-hour stretch of time on a chilly Wednesday night the week before Thanksgiving week. Three married men who never met each other. Three separate tales of promiscuous fun with the same 18 year old slut, who was a stranger to all of them -- before she sucked or fucked their fat married cocks.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
JOHN'S TALE
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Largely minding my own business as I shopped in the well-known lingerie store at our local shopping mall, my attention was grabbed by the delicious, intoxicating STENCH of wet, aching pussy -- coming from a petite, sexy blonde teenager.
Her back and sides were mostly turned to me, as she perused through a table of very slutty, see-through negligees, camisoles and thongs. Wearing a tight floral babydoll top over skin-tight, pink leggings underneath an opened winter coat, the girl couldn't have been over 5 foot tall, nor over 100 pounds. Skinny and athletic with silky, golden-blonde hair brushed out straight, halfway down her slim back, she had only slightly-protruding little titties on her small torso. Unfortunately I couldn't see her butt, it was hidden underneath her black, knee-length coat. Her face was narrow, bony, with thin pink lips and wide hazel eyes, and a soft, dainty mouth. Over her shoulder was slung a large, canvas-type bag, perhaps an oversized purse if you will.
Being married and 52 years old, although I still have a fit body, I normally wouldn't have lingered to stare at a young thing like her. Girls her age usually aren't shopping for lingerie to impress guys more than two or three times her age. Hell, she checked her watch, she looked nervous and fidgety, it seemed she wasn't going to be long at the story anyway.
But standing only four or five feet away from her, that musky scent of wet young pussy infiltrated up my nose, and all of a sudden my body reaction instinctively. My heart missed a skip, my six-inch penis engorged in my briefs and slacks, my mouth watered. The young woman was in heat, and her body was telling any male close enough to smell it. Fortunately, at that moment, I was the only one.
I still might not have spoken to her, except she gave me an opportunity. Holding up a white negligee with matching, G-string thong, she was peering at the tags closely. Then she did the same with an identical black outfit. And she looked up, puzzled, as if seeking out a sales associate for assistance.
My dick told me to say something to her. I was not in her line of sight, so I coughed, and tried to act as casual as I could. I hadn't picked up a female in about two decades, so I found myself a little apprehensive myself. "Those are real pretty," I told her, pointing at the outfits in her little hands, "which one are you going to get?" Nodding to her very pale complexion and long golden hair, the fashion maven in me offered an unsolicited opinion. "At this time of year, the black one would be appropriate -- but there's an innocent, angelic look about the white, too, I guess."
The young woman blinked her hazel eyes at me, wide-eyed, almost shocked I'd said anything I think. Her soft, melodic voice quivered as she spoke. "Uhhh -- yeah -- uhh, do you know if, like, this is the price for both pieces?" She help up the price tag of the white negligee, while her other hand dropped the black garments to grab the tag of the white thong. "It's a two-piece, but I don't know."
Naturally, I took a look. The negligee's tag was $54; the thong didn't have a price. The cardboard placard in the middle of the round table said, "Great two-piece sets!" So I figured that was an easy question. "Looks like it's the price for both," I told her nonchalantly, handing back the white garment. My brain was picturing her wearing it, and the idea was making my cock even more painfully hard. Some boyfriend was going to get very lucky, seeing her skinny young body wearing it. "Can't decide between white or black?"
Her nervous smile flashed at me while her slim shoulders wiggled under her coat. "I dunno -- maybe -- wasn't really sure I was gonna get something, anyway." She checked her watch again, a slim red band with a tiny round dial on her frail wrist.
"Oh, you should," I reassured with a low, husky voice. I looked around the store, we were in the back corner, it was about 4:30 p.m. in the middle of the week, so the store -- indeed the entire shopping mall -- was not crowded yet. "A young man will be very, very happy you got something like this."
Wow, was that forward of me or what? Normally I would never say that to a stranger, particularly a girl her age, but I could smell her drenched vagina through her clothing. She was in heat. I figured she wouldn't get mad at me.
I was right -- she wasn't mad. She blushed. "Oh, um, well -- yeah, you're right." She bit her thin lower lip, as if to stop herself from saying something. Instead, her big hazel eyes just looked up at me, and she nervously giggled.
And suddenly, I had an infinitely horny idea, and I made an offer that I'd never have imagined I would ever make to a young female.
"So, if you want," I said to the sexy, slim blonde as I moved to stand almost directly next to her, "because you are so pretty and deserve to have a smile on your face, I'll make you an offer -- I'll buy BOTH of these for you, the white and the black one -- on just one little condition."
Yeah, I figured that would get her attention. She remained silent, staring up at me -- I was over a foot taller than her -- and blinking again. "Ummm -- no way, really? But, like, what's the condition?"
Again, the sharp aroma of her wet pussy convinced me to continue laying out the deal. "If you go into the dressing room and put one of them on -- the white one, perhaps -- and just let me poke my head in to SEE it -- just look, is all, while you model it for me -- then I'll buy them both for you."
My heart wasn't moving, as I said it. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. I couldn't believe myself, asking her that! I hadn't cheated on my wife in almost six years, and just asking to see a girl her age in a negligee and thong was probably going to make me feel guilty for another six years.
Nor did the girl believe I said it, her slim, pretty face leaning forward, eyes growing even wider, her mouth turning up with a startled grin. But then I could see the wheels in her head trying to formulate a proper denial; she looked at her watch, her arms pushed her coat to cover her body a little bit, as if retreated into a shell. "Oh, I mean -- well, I don't know if I have time -- I need to catch this stupid bus, my mom has the other car today, I've got to get to Henleyville for some stupid college interview thingy -- well not an interview I guess -- but, like, I don't know--"
She was babbling excuses, trying to talk to put herself at ease, and I didn't want to make her feel bad. I'd put her on the spot. I really didn't expect her to accept the offer, anyway; it was just a spur-of-the-moment fantasy I allowed to spill out of my foul mouth. "Oh, you don't have to explain -- I'm a complete stranger, and I'm probably 30 years older than you, I understand." But not wanting to give up the fantasy, I made one quick sales pitch. "You're just so sexy and pretty, I figured it might be an easy way for you to get two lovely nighties for yourself -- all I'm asking it to look, just for a few seconds." Then, I put on the charm with a very friendly smile. I was being completely honest with her, too; I had no ulterior motives. I wasn't sure I was emotionally ready to stick my penis into another female's pussy; I was telling myself, I still hadn't forgiven myself for fucking my neighbor's 25 year old daughter those few years ago. (I tell myself that every time I masturbate, imagining those times the that hot redhead bounced her big-titted body up and down my pole.)
This blonde, however, gave me a hungry look, like she was missing something. The odor of her drenched twat probably explained it; she was missing a male dick in her pussy, she was incredibly aroused for whatever reason, and my offer -- while it wasn't going to fill that empty cunt -- was striking the right chord with her.
Glancing down at the white garment in her hand, then the black negligee on the table next to her, she turned to smile up at me again. Her tone was playful now, much more enthusiastic. "So -- you're just gonna look, right -- you promise?"
That was a promise I readily made for her, with every assurance.
"Hmmm!" She looked around the store, finding it mostly empty; and the dressing rooms, back through a door in the rear of the store, looked deserted. She was still convincing herself, but the offer seemed to meet her price point. Two free garments, and all she had to do was model for a few seconds. But it was almost too good to be true. "Okay -- maybe -- you're, like, just gonna take a peek, right -- that's it?"
While my stiff married erection would have answered differently, I was pretty resolute about my intentions. "Just a peek!" You know, looking back on that moment, if I had ulterior intentions and wanted to do more than just look, I probably wouldn't have been able to close the deal. I'm not a great liar. I think she saw the honesty in my face, and coupled with whatever thoughts were making her horny, the girl was extremely tempted.
Tempted enough to say, yes.
A couple minutes later, I was standing anxiously outside the closed, full-size door of one of the stalls in the brightly-lit but dark-walled dressing room at the back. With my dick swollen and pulsating in my pants, I continuously checked around to make sure no one was wondering why some middle-aged pervert was loitering around the stalls. Inside the closed wooden door, I heard some soft thumps as the girl was doing whatever she was doing. I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen.
To kill some time and make sure she wasn't escaping out a secret door, I couldn't resist talking to her through the door. I figured I better make sure she was old enough; cheating was one thing, going to jail was another. Fortunately, she confirmed she was 18 years old, which is what I'd guessed. Phew! Then I told her my name was John, and she softly said back to me, "I'm Lilac." Pretty name, wasn't it? With the door still shut, I asked about this college interview she had to go do. The blonde said, it was some guy her mom knew, he helped high school students get into college -- so her mom made the appointment. The girl wasn't excited about it, she hated riding the bus, and she wasn't particularly interested in going to college next year anyway.
