The Corner Shop

This is a story from my early twenties.
I have probably forgotten some of the details but I can remember the important stuff.

For anyone in their early twenties in my day, they were constantly on the lookout for a root or if not a root then some respectable young lady to suck your tool for you or at the very least to pull on it or even just play with you and I was no different. Just so that I don’t appear sexist, some of the things mentioned applied to some female friends I knew back then as well, who even though most of them being ladies and so wouldn’t freely admit it, were also looking for a bloke whose cock they could ride and from memory, with great athletic fervour. Some of my early dalliances were sordid affairs in places of convenience like dark lanes out the back of the local dance or under old railway bridges in broad daylight or just in the bush on the vacant block beside the Seven Eleven type service station. Places like that were so much more accessible back then when compared to today. Modernization and progress takes all of the fun out of casual sex with strangers.

I ran into a (male) friend of mine who told me of this little Asian woman he knew who wanted to root. This guy had lined me up with a few fun times in the past but mostly we ended up holding our tools watching, as some of our lucky mates rooted a woman in a sordid spot as mentioned above or at the end of a dead end street in an industrial area or in an old factory. I really liked old factories. Something like dogging is today I suppose. I didn’t mind the excitement of just fondling my balls and pulling on my dick, that usually hung, dangling, semi erect out of my fly and watching the humanity in front of us, the lone woman frantically hitching up her dress, before picking up her panties and placing them carefully into her purse, as she surveyed the surrounding area for a relatively comfortable place to lie down before opening her legs and playing with herself as the males looked on wild eyed. When the males recovered, trousers at the very least flew off as the owner(s) paraded around, some naked from the waist down but still with their socks on (ya gotta laugh), others completely naked, their haste due solely to their anxious lust driven desire to get their penis into this woman before the moment was lost. The humping and grunting was strangely quiet except for the slapping of his groin into her genitals, as they strained for their orgasm. As far as group rooting went, I never really got used to the idea of sticking my dick into a hole full of half a dozen other guys’ cum or “going slops” as it used to be called. Yes, condoms did solve that problem or at least alleviate it but it was just the thought of it that put me off. So anyway, I was often happy to just watch, pulling myself patiently before blasting my load out at some horny moment only for my jism to land down in the dust much to the distain of passing ants or other bugs that it landed on, only to simply struggled out of the goo that was engulfing them to continue on about their business.

But I digress. This woman my mate was talking about lived and worked in the little local corner shop not far from where my friend lived. I lived a few suburbs away but I had been in the shop on a few occasions as my aunt lived just down the street. I thought I could picture the woman my mate was talking about. I had seen her before a couple of times. As I said, guys that age check out anything in a skirt that moves as a possibly rootable target almost as a sport and the girls display their arses and tits accordingly attracting the moth to the flame and the cycle of life goes on. Poor pathetic moths.

Better a moth than a preying mantis I guess. The bloke there gets his head bitten off by the woman to enable him to orgasm. I could so do a comedy skit to that plot. Mantis Bloke: “no! no! hang on, I can do this. Wait! Don’t bite my head off (yet)”. “Aaaagh” (orgasm), aaaagh (head coming off). If he could only talk he might say “was that really necessary?” Google reckons that she doesn’t bite it off in one swipe but eats it piecemeal. All of the google photos show him doing her doggie style so he must be a bit of a clot to hold still long enough for her to nibble on his head. I mean if he did her missionary style I could understand him loosing his brains as her teeth would be right there. It’d want to be an excellent root is all I can say. I don’t know whether that would be better of not. I mean to say, there you are have a lovely root (your first and last one on Earth) and the bitch is eating your head that slowly that you can see her doing it while your dick is still hanging out of her. I know I can sometimes get swept up in the moment and drunk with sex and lust but that’s ridiculous. In her defence I can understand her being a bit peckish after a long night’s rooting and I have stopped for a late night kebab myself on occasion. I’ll stick to being a moth.

There I go digressing yet again! My mate had known of this woman for some time but had only spoken to her once or twice over the years. He told me that she had given him the eye when he was in the shop recently and then raced out the back door to met with him outside when he left the shop. This guy is good looking or the chicks seemed to think so and that after all, is all that matters. They struck up a conversation in the street and after a bit of flirting determined that they both had the same thing in mind. She told him that she had seen him with another guy and that he should bring him along as she hadn’t been with two men for some time. That’s where I came in. I had been to a boys and girls gathering in the bush down by the river once or twice for drinks and fooling around that usually ended up in people pairing off and going into the bush for whatever they wanted to do but I had never had a MFM which is what this was beginning to sound like. Still my dick and I weren’t going to pass up this opportunity and so I agreed out of curiosity if nothing else.

I did a bit of recon before hand and visited the shop for something I didn’t need. The parents were there. The mother didn’t look at me as she worked stacking the shelves. I selected what I wanted and paid the father at the front counter. He was as pleasant as sleet down the neck of your jacket as you wait in the ski lift queue. No smile, except for grunting out the price, not a word, nothing. He took my money and I left. I saw a toddler and a 4 to 5 year old moving around behind a little barricade in the room at the back of the shop and I could hear a baby crying somewhere. I didn’t see the woman whose tits and arse I was seeking.

My mate contacted me and told me that it was arranged that we meet up with her in a few days time in the storeroom that was attached to the back of the garage down the back of the yard behind their shop. It was a little too close to the house for comfort now that I think about it but it didn’t seem to have occurred to my friend. So there we were one sunny afternoon surreptitiously climbing, as we had been instructed, though a couple of loose palings into the space behind the aforementioned storeroom. We replaced the palings and stood there in the knee deep long grass around the corner from the storeroom door. As we composed ourselves to meet up with this woman he turned to me and handed me a couple of condoms which was a wise precaution at the time. He was adamant that I should use a condom. I was and am still not a great fan of condoms but sometimes they are a necessary evil. AIDS wasn’t around in those days but we didn’t know who this woman had been with from an STD point of view I suppose and so I took the condoms and stuffed them into my pocket.

As he peered around the corner of the shed to check if the coast was clear, due to my randiness of the upcoming events, I took the opportunity to take out my dick and pull on it. He turned back to me, did a double take as he looked down at my tool coursing in and out of my fist and chastised me, telling me to “put that thing away!” which I did, hastily stuffing my erection and balls back into my pants. He gave me another look of distain, shaking his head, before resuming his surveying of the back yard before we stepped quietly around the corner and into the storeroom and closed the door behind us. There she was standing across the room with her back to the wall like a cornered tiger. She looked at him and then at me with a surprised look on her face. I was getting nervous.

She was a much older woman at 35 ish but that wasn’t a problem. She had a gorgeous moon shaped Asian face and perfect pale skin contrasting against her dark hair. I nodded and smiled coyly to her and let him do the talking. This was his gig and besides he spoke Chinese. He was born in Australia but his parents moved here from China after the war. He has a great Chinese face and a real Australian Aussie accent (but cultured) comes out of it. It used to play with my head when I first met him. He is fluent in Cantonese I found out later and he speaks some Mandarin. Back then I didn’t know what dialect he was speaking. In my Anglo innocence/ignorance I probably hadn’t even heard of Cantonese or Mandarin. For the purposes of this story, I will call it “Chinese”. He said something to her in Chinese and she giggled, before replying, breaking into English and talking to me briefly. I can’t remember what she said but it wasn’t hostile and so I relaxed a little. He spoke to her again in Chinese. She listened to him, looked at me and then continued talking to him. Sometimes in English and sometimes in Chinese. Smart people piss me off! I didn’t have any idea what was going on. I stood there like a log, looking around the room trying to look cool, calm and collected, whereas my heart rate probably suggested otherwise.

We were doing this storeroom a favour calling it a storeroom. It was a shed and it was filthy. Things were stacked around, some with coverings covered with dust, some not. The floor might have been paved or concrete but the dirt on it stirred up dust as we walked that sparkled in the sunlight filtering through a crack in the wall boards. It certainly had a lot of character and if only the walls could talk they might tell of the countless people who had rooted in there over its history. It’s interesting how I look at things isn’t it? As I said she seemed a little surprised to see me but said hello regardless. I nodded and said hello and she almost smiled and acknowledged me before looking to my mate. It turned out that the other bloke she had seen him with in the street was Asian and so she had expected two Asian guys to show up not one Asian and a gangly European looking Australian. He told me later that she was pleased with my height, as she likes tall men but she said that I could use a few pounds but other than that I was acceptable. I was skinny back then.

There was more Chinese spoken and the he took out his tool and glanced over to me with a look that suggested I do the same. I was galvanized into action, I only too happily opened my fly and took out my tool and balls and rested them proudly on the front of my pants. My tool couldn’t have been harder if it tried as I ogled the shape of this woman. It really wanted to root her and now! My mate sidled up to her, put his arm around her waist, pulled her to him and planted a kiss on her lips. They embraced as if I wasn’t there and a serious tongue lashing passionate session ensued. She lapped him up, reaching up to him (he was about six foot and she was approximately 5’4”), writhing up against each other, hands going everywhere. Legs between legs, his genitals rubbing through her dress up against her thigh, his leg rubbing up against her pussy. Dry humping into each other in a torrid writhing mass as I stood there with my dick in my hand watching. She felt around for his tool and took it in her hand and he felt up her tit as they embraced, groping very seductively a few times before moving to the other tit. Her tiny hand moved along his shaft, the size of her hand making his dick look even bigger than it was. Mind you I have seen his tool before and it was a nice big one. I couldn’t help but be impressed as she released it to present her tits for his attention. He is bigger than me. I am an average six incher but his had to be eight inches at least.

He used both hands to play with her tits as his tool stood to attention and knocked up against her leg. His tool stood out rigid and his balls hung tightly in their sac. Am I overly obsessed with his tool? Well yes I am, it’s a magnificent thing, the lucky bastard!
I continued to stroke myself as I watched.

They finally broke their clinch and stepped back breathing, shall we say, heavily. He said something to her (he told me later that it was a suggestion that she might want to “attend” to me) and she strode across to me, threw a towel or something on the floor in front of me, dropped to her knees and proceeded to gobble down on my cock. It was all happening so quickly that I was weak at the knees with pleasure and they buckled accordingly as I held her head with one hand to steady myself. I was so thankful to her and honoured that she was sucking my tool. It was that nearly passing out feeling as you knob is engulfed by a woman’s warm, wet, slippery lips. I recovered enough for me to instinctively hold onto her shoulders and start to gently fuck her face. I think my girlfriend was the first and only cock sucking to that date from memory, so this was a treat. She looked up. Cute little smiling eyes in a cute little Asian face. I asked, is that ok? She nodded with a mouth full of cock and so I thrust a little more as she tried to play with my balls. It was wonderful. She was having trouble holding onto my balls as they kept slipping back into my pants. I unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my undies down and stood there naked from the waist down with my pants around my ankles. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth with her tongue out slightly for me to reinsert my tool and we resumed.

So there I was, feeling like Tarzan, thrusting my tool (that was so hard it hurt) into this pretty little Asian face. As macho as I felt at the time, it mustn’t have been aggressive enough and so she took over. She grabbed the base of my tool and laid into gobbling me. There was lots of gagging (self inflicted) and an audible sound that sounded like she was drowning. It was so horny that I held her head and started to thrust with more aggression again. Her hands were hovering in mid air as if she didn’t know where to put them. She braced herself as my tool hit the back of her throat a couple of times until she almost vomited. She withdrew from my phallus, sat back on her heels, coughed and spluttered, looked up at me with an almost crazed smile, gasped in a big breath and plunged back down onto it with renewed fervour. My mate was pulling himself as he watched with a smile of approval on his face. I slowed my aggression; I had taken my hands off her head completely and let her take the lead as she continued to slurp away. I was mesmerised by the pretty little Asian face with its lips wrapped around my tool and I felt so privileged but couldn’t quite understand, why me? The mystery was to be reasoned out with some input from my mate some time later.

My mate was pulling himself slowly as he watched us and kept watch out though window as he stripped off. I couldn’t take my eyes off her sucking on my tool. It was mesmerizing. A pretty little Asian face with the gorgeous eyes looking up at me and a penis hanging out of her mouth and it was my penis! I clasped my hands up behind my head and concentrated on standing still for her to suck.
I looked up at my mate who had stripped off his final piece of clothing and was stroking his tool as he waited for her to finish. He was built; I could see why the chics liked him. Great pecks. Not a hair on his chest. Olive skin, lifted weights (still does), super fit. She sighted him and seemed to loose interest in my cock. She rose to her feet and beamed a smile as she drank in his body. I was a 6’3” 65kg wimp at that age and he was a bronzed Adonis. Good looking, (my female friends told me on the quiet) and a cock and balls to go with it. Some people have all the cards dealt to them.

She was all over him and running her hands all over his tight skinned almost shiny chest. When he wasn’t thrusting out his chest for her to fondle his hands were all over her, first grabbing her arse and then pulling her dress up to reveal an arse to die for. Even I felt like biting her buns then and there. He picked her up and plonked her arse on a bench. He pulled open the front of her dress (at least one button flew through the air) down to her waist, revealing her magnificent white braless tits.

Nice tits. Not huge but nicely shaped, white skin and pointy with proud nipples and reddish areolas. My hand’s attention turned to my cock and I stroked myself firmly and steadily. This was horny to watch.

He reached to his clothes for a condom and while he fumbled with the wrapper I took my chance and quickly went in to suck on her tits and to squeeze them. They were incredibly soft and one almost filled my hand as the other’s nipple and areola had disappeared into my mouth and were being sucked on urgently. I was having a lovely time as he finally managed to get the condom on. I sensed his approach and apologising to her; I retired and let him in to fuck her.

With his condom covered dick bouncing about he helped her off with her knickers and then opened her legs and stepped between them. He unbuttoned the remainder of the buttons on her dress and let it fall to her side exposing her full length. She let the dress slide down her arms and off and sat there naked. Her breasts hung forward as she sat up and thrust out her chest. The dark bush of her hairy little minge stark in contrast to her white skin more on show now that her legs were wide apart. She wrapped her legs around him and I moved (still across the room) to get a better view of his cock lying on her black thatch as he rubbed it up and down a few times. She parted the hairs to reveal the pink lips of her labia and held them apart for him to insert himself.

I stepped back to give them some relative privacy and checked out through the dusty window to see if all was clear, which it was. I had retired over to the door and sat on the edge of a bench and wanked myself as I watched her hand appear on his shoulders and rub up and down his arms as he rooted into her. All I could see of her was her hands occasionally and her legs dangling down either side of his legs, as he rammed into her. I moved to the side for a better profile view. He had hooked his hands in under her thighs, using her legs to hang onto and to pull her into him as he fucked her. He looked into her eyes and then up to the ceiling as his body worked seemingly tirelessly. Her feet were waving around as he drove that piece of meat of his into her hairy snatch, humping away causing the bench to squeak and rock back and forth hitting the wall with every thrust. She on the other hand was letting out a quiet aaah with every impact of his groin into her that could have been pain or just passion but as his pounding into her increased, her aaah, aaah, aaahs turned into one long continuous aaaagh that was getting louder as he went into frenzy mode ramming into her poor little twat mercilessly for all he was worth. His upper body and arse rocked violently as he bent his knees and laid into her. Her head and her poor little tits were jumping around, her whole body was shaking violently and the bench was hitting the wall as he pounded into her. I could see the sweat beading on his back and shoulders and dripping off his forehead. I was fully absorbed with the horniness of this sexual frenzy and had blown my load onto the dirt floor some time ago but I continued to stroke myself as the entertainment went on.

Being fully absorbed in the show I was very sadly but shockingly blasted back to reality as the door to our little debauchery den suddenly burst open with such force that it slammed into the wall behind with a loud bang and in leapt her father. He was not happy. There was a lot of Chinese abuse being sprayed around directed at his daughter and my mate. Entirely reasonable I suppose as my mate was chock-a-block up his daughter. The daughter was 35ish and as such could do as she wished but on the other hand it was the father’s shed (sorry, storeroom). Suffice to say I did all of this reasoning long after the event. At that time, I couldn’t see my face but I’m pretty sure it would have had wide eyed surprise and terror etched into it, as in “what the fuck’s going to happen?!” The Chinese abuse continued. I didn’t have a clue what he was saying but it certainly wasn’t friendly. This storeroom wasn’t very big, say three metres square but it all of a sudden seemed a lot smaller with this very irate little Chinese guy and father going red in the face as he tore a strip off his daughter and probably my mate and so as not to let me feel left out, me as well. He seemed to understandably concentrate on his daughter, who was yelling back at him also in Chinese and a smattering of English and my mate (he wasn’t yelling back – better not to upset and irate father even further I guess) who was hopping around trying to put his pants on and so not to let an opportunity go by, I dragged up my undies and pants and made a break for the door. Once outside I stuffed my cock and balls back into place and quickly scaled the paling fence (I wasn’t in the mood for fiddling with loose palings). The yelling continued and then my mate’s shirt and shoes appeared over the fence to land at my feet followed by my bare chested mate. We didn’t hang around and legged it off down the street.

I can’t remember how we got home. I didn’t have a car and I don’t think he did either.
We met up the next day and after a long discussion as to how the whole day went and how scarily it ended up, he told me that our woman had had 3 kids to three different fathers, who had promptly disappeared (probably sailors) taking any support and responsibility with them. Hence, my mates insistence on using condoms as he didn’t want to be the next father to her children especially as he was local and easily traceable I suppose. Unfortunately she loved having sex and there is nothing wrong with that, equally unfortunately she loved having kids which was a bit hard on her parents. Hence dad’s attitude and perhaps the whole demeanor of mum and dad. They had a kid (a 35 year old kid) that wanted to have sex with no responsibility.
That’s almost acceptable at the age of 18 or so but at 35 you should have sorted out your life. Maybe there was something just not right with her. Maybe she was just a nymphomaniac. Careless use of the word “just” there.

I was too chicken to ever go into that shop again and fortunately I didn’t have to as I didn’t live close. I don’t know what my mate did as we didn’t discuss that particular aspect of that day, but I can still see her pretty face those magnificently shaped white breasts that even now prompt a sucking response in me.