J Long: Motel peeper

Fuck no!

Shit, Emory was just like any other seventy-nine-year-old man hadn't fucked a piece of ass in God knows how long.

But where the fuck was that whooopppeee?

Emory thrust again, and his cock-head rubbed against something wet and squishy.

"No! Not there! Not in here!"

Emory drooled. Wednesday was like a tiger in his lap. Jesus! She was acting like site didn't want no cock in her whooopppeee at all.

"You fucking cock! That's my – oh no! That's my – please! Don't put it in there! Not there!"

Emory was trying to read Wednesday's lips. Probably because his fucking hearing aid was bouncing against the bar stool. But he did manage to catch some of the words she said. Words like cock. And fucking. Because those words were so easy to pronounce.

So, Emory deduced that Wednesday wanted to get her ass fucked by his cock. And his cock also deduced the same thing. Because whatever he was entering was really warm and really meaty and really quite tight.

"Don't! You fucking old fart! Don't! Not there, please! I can't fuck you there! I'm on the fucking rag! You motherfucker – Goddamn! You're killing me! My Tampax! Oh stilt! You broody motherfucker!"

Emory was drooling as bad as a rabid dog now. His cock had gotten a real good toe-hold in what he thought was her asshole. Shit, he just knew it had to be her asshole because the fucking thing was so excruciatingly tight and uncomfortable.

Emory gasped. He had never fucked anything as tight as this. And he could tell that Wednesday really wanted it because her asshole was as hot and as wet – well, shit, to put it plainly, her asshole was as hot as her cunt.

People in the Yahoo Bar were really freaked out.

Some were down right disgusted with the idea of an old fart trying to make it with a young chick like Wednesday. And they left. Well, not really they – but she left. She being Ms. Bea Javier, a French woman who taught English at Tweedy Junior High.

But the other assholes stayed. Because they liked to watch people fucking and sucking – which made them no different than the neighborhood rapist, or pimp pastor, or the homosexual butcher.

Sure, it had been a shock at first. But people like to get shocked. People like Caryl Chessman are always giving people the shock of a lifetime. That's why people go around rat-fucking other people – because the rat-fuckees appreciate being rat-fucked as much as the rat-fuckers enjoy doing the rat-fucking, which is why fraternity boys go to football games and expose their cocks – so that pantyless cheerleaders will pretend to be shocked by the way their dates behave.

And everybody knows that those same cheerleaders are shocking the shit out of the boys because they're doing their yahoo cheers in either crotchless underwear or going pantyless.

So, the girls rat-fuck slyly, the boys rat-fuck grossly – what the fuck difference does it make?

Thus the attitude that most of the people at the Yahoo Bar and when they watched Emory Willets trying to butt-fuck Wednesday Mallory at the bar – what the fuck difference does it make?

Of course, the one who really gave a shit was Wednesday.

But she didn't count because she was just another dumb-ass broad who had teased one cock too many. Another typical attitude that sluts don't have any right to have.

So, everybody was having fun.

And the person having the most fun was Emory Willets. Old cock-face was having a fucking ball. Of course, he was thinking that his prick was belly-deep in Wednesday's asshole. And, of course, he was thinking about how lucky he was that he was the only one sitting at the bar tonight.

"You asshole! Oh! My cunt! My bloody cunt!"

Wednesday was helpless now. There was nothing she could do – except enjoy getting fuck by a two-inch Tampax and a foot-long cock.

Thus, she enjoyed her discomfiture – people in the bar could tell that she was liking it because her arms were wrapped around Emory's sweaty neck and her thighs were like tentacles around Emory's ass.

She was digging it for sure.

"You motherfucker! Oooooohhhhh! That hurts so good! Harder! Oh baby – Emory! Shove it in! Give me your prick! Jesus! You're in my fucking womb!"

Emory tried to read her lips – but it was hard because so much ecstasy was pouring into his cock. So much ecstasy was surrounding his prick. And he taught he was coming already because his fucking crotch was a wet as a swamp.

Slush! Slush! Slush!

Everybody in the Yahoo Bar was getting hard-ons. Except for the girls, of course, but even they were getting little hard-ons. Like in their tits and in their clits.

Rrrrrriiiiippppppp!

Emory couldn't believe his eyes!

Wednesday's tits were now out in the open, decently exposed. And her nipples, too, showed how hard-ons can be passed from person to person, can be contagious like syphilis or hoof-and-mouth.

Emory grunted, then he couldn't grunt any more because his mouth was full of hot tit. He had never had so much hot tit in his mouth before. Oh, not that Elsie had a bad set of tits – it's just that hers were so saggy and wrinkly and they were very cold on winter nights because she was sixty-eight and her tits had varicosed so much that it looked like a breast surgeon had transplanted her thighs to her chest.

But what Emory was gobbling now sure didn't have varicose veins. No siiiirrrreeee. This was prime meat, the best of the breast, chicken of the Gods, hamburger delight.

Emory munched, and hunched, and bunched his ass muscles as well as he could so he could fuck deep and hard in Wednesday's whoooopppeee hole.

"Ooooooohhhhh! Jesus! Give me cock! I need it! Oh shit! My womb! You're in my womb! Oh, it hurts so gooooood! More! More! More! Suck my tits! Eat 'em, Emory!"

Emory ate 'em all right. Shit, her fucking nipple was down to his throat and his gums were gnawing on the fatty part of the big fat tits.

Then Emory felt a slow, creepy-crawly feeling in his asshole. The kind of feeling people get when they sit on electric erasers. Because there was a buzzing sensation, and the buzzing sensation was invading his white-haired balls.

Emory was coming!

Oh, Lordy! Lordy! Lordy!

The sensation felt so beautiful. His cock-head was starting to buzz now – twitching like an electric eraser.

And, since most cunts are as sensitive as a woman's emotions, Wednesday couldn't help but feel his cock twitch and squirm deep in her pussy.

Thus, a chain reaction was started. Climax after climax rippled through Wednesday's pussy.

And Emory could feel those climaxes all around his cock. And, since cocks are insensitive to whatever they're fucking, be it doughnuts or dogs, the only thing his prick could do was toot jism, spew cum, release semen.

"I'm shooooootttttiiiiinnnnngggg! My skidddddooooooo's shooooottttttinnnnngggg!"

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I can feel it! Jesus Christ! You're in my womb! Hurt me so gooooood! Hurts so gooooood! Goooooood, so hurt! Hurt good so!"

Emory's asshole caved in as his balls contracted and his cock spewed forth what seemed like gallons of cum which, in reality, was only three quarts of hot jizz.

Wednesday loved hot jizz. Just like any other girl. But she especially liked it now because the Tampax was in her womb sopping up whatever juices poured out and Emory's cock, which was up to her uterus shooting hot wads of semen deep into the soaked Tampax.

Than Emory's cock wilted, and he sighed, then nearly died when Wednesday grabbed his ears hard.

"You motherfucking hot-fucker! You just shot into my cunt!"

"Huh?"

"You mother fucking hog-fucker! You just shot into my cunt!"

Emory was very embarrassed – embarrassed because he couldn't tell the difference between a cunt and an asshole, though anatomically speaking, there really isn't much of a difference.