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From: FrankW265@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} 050321 -- Me And Debbie At The Sub Shop
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Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 21:10:03 -0500
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{MG; teen; oral; vaginal; facial; public}

   21 March 2005 - Me and Debbie at [the sub shop]

   I go to [the sub shop] on the corner several times a week.  Most of the
kids working there now know me by name.  Tonight I arrive about ten minutes
before closing.  Debbie was startled when I grabbed the door to open it, as
she was about to lock it.  "OH!., Hi, Frank.  I was just closing.." ".. 
bit early, isn't it?" "Yeah but I'm working alone - Steph had to go home -
and there hasn't been a customer in about half an hour.  But, come on, I
lock it after you get it.  Wanna eat here tonight?  I'll grill it for ya."
"Sure."

   I don't need to tell her what sandwich I want.  She doesn't have to ask
which potato chips or soda I want either...  and, "I was hoping you'd be in
tonight.  I saved you a cinnamon roll." We had to raise our voices a bit
because the register report was printing.  "Kewl.  Warm it up would ya?"
"Sure." "Debbie.., did you have your dinner?" "No." "Make yourself soemthin
`n join me, k?" "Ok."

   While she finished prepping the stations for the breakfast crew, I
mopped the floor and turned the chairs up.  I was preparing the corner
table for us when she set our sandwiches into the griller.  Then, "I'll be
right back," tearing the register report from the printer, "gotta put this
in the safe," and dropping it into the register tray before locking it.

   Several minutes later she returned.  She'd taken the time to change her
clothes.  Where she'd been wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt, she now
wear tan sweat pants and sweat shirt.  As she walked toward the table I
admired her.  Her auburn hair seemed to reflect the low light of the shop,
sweeping from shoulder to shoulder as she walked.  Her walk was fluid, as
though she were swimming on land.  Though her pants and shirt were fit for
relaxation, her delightful hips and pear-sized tits were evident.

   She smiled as she set our sandwiches, chips and the cinnamon roll on the
table.  I rose, taking the empty soda cups from her, "What can I get you?"
She chose regular cola, in contrast to my cherry cola.  When I returned to
the table I noticed first, she'd taken the seat next to mine rather than
across from me.  And, she was removing her sweat shirt, exposing the
tight-fit halter top beneath.  I smiled, face flushing, as I sat, placing
the soda cups on the table.

   I cut the cinnamon roll into four slices and passed two of them to her.
"Thanks," she said sweetly, her hand sliding over mine even as her leg
began to wrap about my leg, pulling us closer.  "So," I said, raising my
sandwich, "You were hoping I'd come in tonight?" "Yeah," sipping her soda,
picking up her sandwich, "I was." "I like your top.., and your hair."
"Thanks." She'd deftly moved her seat beside me, our legs and shoulders
nearly touching as she leaned toward the chair's edge.

   We said little as we ate.  I noted she too didn't talk with her
mouthful, a rarity in this age of `want it, gotta have it now'.  She asked
me if I lived in the neighborhood.  I do.  I asked her if she had chosen a
major yet.  She told me she hadn't graduated high school yet.  I was
surprised to learn she was a high school senior; more, a 17 year old high
school senior!

   We'd finished our sandwiches and chips.  We began to eat our dessert. 
"Why were you hoping I'd come in tonight?" "I.., I've seen the way you look
at me.  And, I've noticed you.., I thought you might like to...." Debbie
put her hand on my crotch and began to stroke the area.  "Taking pity on
me, huh." "No.  Not pity.., mercy." She took the last piece of cinnamon
roll, placed it in my mouth, kissed my cheek, "I've got a better dessert in
mind," unzipping my jeans.

   I chewed my dessert while Debbie knelt on the floor, pulled my jeans
down to my ankles and took my rising member into her damp mouth.  "Mmmm,"
she cooed, "I've been dying to find out what your cock looked like,"
swallowing it, holding it at the back of her throat.  "Sshit," I spat,
"yeah, suck my cock." Slurrp.  Pop.  She drew off my dick, popping it from
her throat, dripping with spittle.  "Like," her voice soft, slow, as she
drew much needed breath, "that, huh?" "Absolutely," grabbing her head,
encouraging her to swallow me again.

   My cock was soon fully raised and engorged.  Her head bobbed, smoothly,
expertly, along my rigid shaft.  I stroked her hair, "Ooh.  Yess.  That's
it.  Suck it." "Mm.  Vrmm.  Luv your dick," slurp, shup, slip, "give me
your cum.  Want my dessert." In short time I grabbed her head in both my
hands, "Oh.  Debbie.  Don't stop.  S' Fuckin' Good." "Huh Uh.  Do..."
"Gonna fuck your mouth." "Ooh," slurp, shupt, lick, stroke, "Do it, honey.
Fuck my mouth." SHOVE.

   Without warning, I pulled her head down, thrusting her mouth onto my
fucking stick.  I thrust my dick like a piston in her mouth, holding her
head tightly in place.  My balls smacked her chin.  My cock head slammed
the back of her throat.  Between penetrations she'd gasp for breath.  With
each penetration I held my cock deep inside her mouth, pushing it to reach
into her throat, deeper each time!  Debbie was completely relaxed,
surrendered to my pleasure.

   "Oh, Baby, Damn.  Gonna," loosening my grip, giving her partial control.
"Do it," slurping off my cock, licking the head, "Cum in My Mouth,"
engulfing it again.  "Yes, Debbie.  Fuck your mouth.  Fill it with my cum."
Her mouth kept working, faster, ever faster.  Her lips and tongue easily as
wondrous as a cunt.  "Oh, that's it, Frank," she cried, caressing my balls,
"Do It.  Shoot that load down my throat."

   As she once more covered my cock, accepting it into her throat, I SHOT.
She swallowed.  Swallowed still, removing my cock from her throat.  My cum
pooled on her tongue.  And, I was still cumming when her mouth had
completely released my shaft.  She smiled brightly as her face became
spotted with splooge.

   She stuck her tongue out, displaying the great pool of fluid collected
on it.  With a great GULP, she ate that cum slowly.  Then she removed the
splooge from her face, using the middle finger of her left hand. 
Gleefully, she collected the splooge and licked her finger clean.  All the
while, she stroked my cock with her right hand, refusing to allow it to
become flaccid.

   When her face was clean, she took my cock in her mouth again.  It was
visibly coated with her saliva when she ceased her sucking and stood.  With
experienced movement she removed one leg from her pants, lowered her top,
then climbed onto my lap, sliding my cock into her sweet cave.

   "OH.  Yes," she called, "feels so good inside me.  Damn.  I told `em
you'd be a great lay." "Oh," I uttered, "talkin' about me were ya?" She
rode my cock well.  Her pelvis gripping my engorged rod tightly, with
purpose.  I pulled her toward me, taking a tit in my mouth and another in
my hand.  We fucked sitting in that simple wooden chair.  The same chair
where uncounted customers sat throughout the day...  and would be sitting
tomorrow.

   "Gawd!  You're a wild fuckin' girl," I moaned, "And, so fuckin' sweet.
Pussy feeels so GooD!" "Yeah, honey.  That's it, OH, Yes.  Suck my tits. 
Work.., OH!" My free hand worked toward her ass, caressed it, then my
middle finger penetrated her asshole.  A sheen of sweat covered us.  My ass
began to slide about the chair.  Her body was anchored to my lap, held
tightly by my cock.  But, as she rose from it, rhythmically, she would
start to slide across my thighs.  I grabbed her ass, lifted her and placed
her prone onto the table as I stood.

   "YES!  Do it Frank.  Pound My Fucking Pussy.  Yeah.  Do It!" Debbie
grabbed her ankles and drew her legs apart.  "So Sweet." My cock penetrated
her cunt.  IN.  Bump.  Out.  Slip.  In.  Bam.  OUT.  Pop.  Pound.  My
piston moved quick, quick, slow, and hold in her pussy.  My balls slapped
against her asshole as I bent forward to take charge of her tits once more.

   "Damn!  Do That," she screamed, taking my head in her hand, clamping it
to her succulent globe.  "Gonna make me cum, Frank.  Don't.., Don't stop."
I didn't.  I kept thrusting into her womanhood.  I alternately suckled and
fondled each of her tits.  Her orgasm was upon her, her fluid coated my
dick, speeding my penetrating motion.  I slammed into her DEEP.  She
wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in DEEPER.

   Her pelvis met my mine, slapping together resoundingly.  "So, close," I
uttered, "so damn close.., gotta.." "..  No.  Wait, not in me," she cried,
hurriedly releasing her legs...  I shot my load just as my cock exited her
cunt.  My seed covered her petals.  And, as I took my cock in hand, arching
it, the cum sprayed over her torso.  As I completed my cum, she fondled her
tits with one hand and fucked her pussy with the other.

   My cum completed, "let me do that," pushing my still hard dick past her
fingers into her cunt, "long as you're working my cum in anyway." "Don't
care, GOD.  Feels to damn good." With my manhood losing rigidity, I stroked
her pussy with it, working my cum from it's petals into her as I
comfortably fucked her to her orgasm.

   After she'd cum, I sat down.  Taking her hand as I sat, "Come here,"
encouraging her to sit in my lap.  She was quite willing.  We sat thus,
cooling off, petting one another.  Half dressed, appearing mostly naked,
only now did we consider the occasional traffic moving along the road.

   "Think they can see us?" Debbie queried.

   Beep.  BEEP, came the horn of a car stopped at the intersection, just
before the sub shop entrance.  The driver waved, flashed the vehicle's
lights and beeped the horn again when the light turned green and he drove
along.

   "Apparently so."
   21 March 2005 FrankW265

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