The first real job I ever had was working at a package store in North Mississippi. It was this little shithole town in a dry county. But ten minutes north? You were in Tennessee and they weren't dry. And I guess someone in politics figured out, we was giving Tennessee a whole bunch of our money.
The town owned this package store; any profit went straight to our mayor's office. So, since I was of the three guys they hired, I guess I was a government employee at the time.
Ronald Reagan had upped the drinking age from eighteen to twenty one. We're not all that big a town so we pretty much knew who was old enough. Most of the time we didn't need to check IDs, but we checked anyway. Hey, can never tell who had them a birthday, right?
I was working one Saturday night; I was supposed be off but Steve-o had the flu so I was working. Lorrie Lynn came skipping in and squealed real big seeing me there. Lorrie Lynn's my second sister's oldest girl and pretty much looks just like her momma. God damn but she was gorgeous. Lorrie Lynn had long brown hair and these big old brown eyes and big pouting lips. Her boobs are nice and big; kind of looks like someone cut one them soccer balls in half and put them in the front of her shirt. Same with her ass. Nice and big and round.
Even though I'm only three years older than Lorrie Lynn, I'm her favorite uncle; really, I'm her only uncle. My momma had her six girls and me. I'm sure Lorrie Lynn's daddy might have had one or two brothers, but since Darla don't know who Lorrie Lynn's daddy is, he was just some guy passing through, I'm Lorrie Lynn's favorite uncle.
I got to be real honest; I wish I wasn't Lorrie Lynn's uncle, favorite or not. Right now, I don't even care I'm her uncle. She's wearing her former boyfriend's football jersey; she broke up with him when she caught him in bed with her momma. She's got the bottom of that jersey ripped off showing off her nice flat tummy and the bottom of her boobs. Her shorts are cut so short I'm looking at a whole bunch of her butt hanging out the back. When she turned to squeal at me, I can see some brown hair kind of sticking out the legs.
When she hugged me, those huge titties mashed up against me and she pressed herself real tight and I can feel her big nipples and can even feel the heat of her crotch. She gave me a real wet kiss, right on the mouth too.
Damn, but my dick was hard, harder than a bar of steel. She pouted when I told her I knew she wasn't no twenty one; she was eighteen. She begged and said she'd do anything for a bottle of Southern Comfort and a bottle of sloe gin.
"Tell you what," I said, looking up at the clock. "I get out of here in about ten minutes. I'll get that stuff and you and me can go on back to my place; what you say?"
For that, I got another squeal and another hug and sloppy wet kiss. She then skipped out and went and stood by my Mazda pickup truck.
My last sale of the night was that fifth of Southern Comfort and a bottle of sloe gin. I could see Lorrie Lynn's smile through the window as I held up the bag.
For the ten minute ride to my trailer, Lorrie Lynn sat right next to me, her pretty head on my shoulder and her hand on my leg, right up by my dick. Inside my trailer, she kind of glued herself to me as I poured two drinks for us. Half the glass was Southern Comfort, half was the sloe gin and the other half was Sunkist orange soda. Lorrie Lynn guzzled half her drink before we even sat down on my couch.
"Whoa, girl, damn! Slow down," I said and she giggled, real happy.
She empties her glass then kissed me. I mean, kissed me, using plenty of tongue. Then that football jersey came off and I was looking at the most perfect titties God ever created. Big and round and with two nipples sticking straight out like bullets.
That little bitch drank my drink while I was sucking on them beautiful titties. I'm sucking one nipple while pinching the other and she just reached over and grabbed my drink off the coffee table and drank it on down.
And then she wouldn't let me go no more until I fixed her another drink. I fixed her one and didn't bother making me one. I mean, what was the point? I only got one sip of the last one.
Lorrie Lynn laughed real happy and drank almost all her drink in one big gulp. Then she kissed me and made me take my shirt off.
I do a lot of weight lifting and Lorrie Lynn liked my big muscles. She kissed me, using plenty of tongue then licked her way down my chest to my jeans.
I don't know how much of it is natural talent and how much is practice. I heard my momma and my sisters sitting around the kitchen table at my momma's trailer talking about sucking cock and according to them and most of the men in our town, ain't none of them bad at sucking dick. Lorrie Lynn is unbelievable at sucking dick.
She started off, acting like my dick was a lollypop, just working that tongue around the head of my whang. I was hardly able think with her pretty little pink tongue licking all around. Then she just let out this loud slurp sound and swallowed my dick, all seven inches down her throat.
Didn't take but about ten minutes and I squirted my dick juice into her mouth? She pulled her mouth off, showed me the lake of dick cream in her mouth, then swallowed it all. She drank the rest of her drink and then stood up and dropped them shorts to the floor.
She lay down on my couch and put one leg up against the wall and the other leg on my coffee table. Her pussy had this nice muff of brown hair, but with her legs real wide like that, I was able see her lips sticking out, nice and wet. I was about to shove my dick in her, but she told me it was a postage stamp. I had to lick it before I could stick it.
I dove in and God damn she tasted good. I mean, my last girlfriend made four day old shrimp smell good; just a nasty smelling pussy. I tried eating her once and just couldn't do it. Girl before that didn't really have much taste at all. Lorrie Lynn tasted like a good pussy ought to taste. Nice and musky, almost like a good clean kind of sweat or something.
