As I turned to sit on the bench and catch my breath, I saw anotherstiff cock protruding from the opposite wall. Without thinking aboutit for more tha... a second, I immediately swung my derriere around andbacked up to the waiting cock. I bent forward at the waist and pushedmyself onto the hardness, my sopping pussy swallowing it instantly. I rode the throbbing stick without mercy, slapping my bottom againstthe wall as I pumped my ass back and forth. The nerve endings in mypussy felt. Back around 1988, I went to the local Disco, wearing my Don Johnson cut Coat and Baggie Trousers, commando as always. Super nice place where the coke and pussy flowed. I was cruising to check out the nights talent and passed a birthday table. They all looked to be 18-20. I didn’t give the girls much attention as groups like that rarely pan out, but the Birthday girl was hot. Low cut blouse B cup, puffy nipples and blue eyes to die for. Pretty innocent looking. Her bestie was whispering. “Turn around and bend over and spread those ass cheeks for Me,” I command. “Yes Sir,” you mumble, your words hardly more than a whisper. With your ass cheeks spread wide, I apply some lube to your tight little asshole and then slowly press the hard rubber tip inside. I release the clamp on the hose and you feel the warm, soapy water flowing inside, filling you. You moan as you feel the pressure building, whimpering and saying that you feel soooooooo full. “Now, now,” I reply, “we have got to. It was dark as midnight, streetlights didn’t penetrate and I could barely make out his car parked where it couldn’t be seen. When he opened the driver’s door the car lit up. It was an old-fashioned full size station wagon. I climbed into the front bench seat and the lights went out. He turned on the radio that was set to some FM station playing soft music. Then he reached in back and pulled a small cooler to the front, opening it he took out to cans of beer.“That’s neat, and handy.”“Well.