Trouble

I got into some bad trouble as a young man and have been on the run ever since. I use my wits to survive and have had many hungry days. Soup kitchens feed me most of the time. The Salvation Army usually have the best.

Money is scarce, but I pick up a little in bus station restrooms where men seek blow jobs and many are willing to pay a stipend. I do not swallow cum, I spit, but could do better, if I swallowed.

I'm wanted in two states and possibly more. Back home I could be wanted on a capital offence. I try hard not to commit crimes for money, but sometimes I have no choice. I hate a thief, yet have stolen on occasion. Not something I'm proud of. But I have nothing really to be proud of.

Finding legitimate work is almost out of the question because you need a social security number, and if I gave out my number, I would be arrested within days. I tried using the identity of a dead man and came very close to be caught and arrested.

I just got off a freight train and I'm heading to a soup kitchen hoping for a handout. A bum on the train gave me directions. Damn I'm hungry.

My name is Arthur McMillen and I'm the son of a Methodist minister. I grew up in a single parent home as my mother died when I was 3 years old. My pastor father was strict and did not believe in sparing the rod. I took a number of beatings and grew to hate the bastard.

My troubles really began when I started fucking Mrs. Johnston. Mrs. Johnston was also a recipient of beatings from her asshole husband Bernard. At first, we were just lost souls needing love and attention. But that need grew into an adulterous affair. I had just turned 18 when I first fucked 44-year-old Mildred Johnston. She took my virginity and made me into a man. Millie as she preferred to be called, was also the first person to suck my cock and I loved it.

Millie and I became secret lovers, but our secret was soon discovered by Bernard Johnston, Millie's A-hole hubby. He gave her the worst beating of her life. And for the first time her injuries were visible from the neck up. She was a terrible sight to behold. I knew I could not face Bernard in a fair fight so I decided to retaliate using a baseball bat.

My fist blow was from the rear and I knocked him flat. I began kicking him trying to break some ribs. I also kicked him flush in the face. I wanted him marked like he had marked Millie.

When Bernard was discovered, he was in a coma and rushed to the hospital. He was not expected to recover. Somehow the police figured out I was the assailant. I was on the loose as I had been warned by Millie and now on the run. If Bernard died, I could be facing the death penalty or at best a life sentence. I took the first freight train out of town barely escaping the clutches of the law. My only regret is I would not see Millie again.

The soup kitchen actually had some decent chow and I scarfed it down filling my empty belly. Roast beef and mashed potatoes with French cut green beans, for me it was a feast.

One of the volunteer ladies serving the food reminded me a great deal of Millie and I thanked her profusely. She seemed pleased by my appreciation of her and the good food.

I returned the next day and after another good warm meal, I told her that she reminded me of someone near and dear to me. That elicited a big smile. We began our first real conversation. Her name was Sally and she was a widow. I explained that I was the son of a tyrant and had left home to escape his beating of me. I must have said something that touched her as she became more and more open.

By the end of the week our conversations were like those of old friends. She even invited me to her home for a home cocked meal. I was not being straight with Sally and had told her my name was Ronnie.

I told Sally that my special someone was an older lady that was also a widow, Although I thought Bernard was dead, I was not 100% sure. I told her that my lady friend had attended my father's church and realized my situation and took sympathy on me.

Then Sally stunned me to my core, when she asked. "Did you ever fuck her?"

I sat mute for a while before nodding in the affirmative. Finally, I stammered out, "I prefer to say we made love."

That caused a big smile to cross Sally's face, and she responded, "It has been so long since anyone has made love to me and I need it, I need it bad."

It was then I realized I was sporting a big boner in my pants. Other than a couple of times when I masturbated thinking of Millie, I had not had a boner like this since I left home.

I fished out my long hard cut cock as Sally's eyes widen and a smile curled her lips. Lips that soon engulfed the mushroom head of my cock. My youth and eagerness overwhelmed me and I blew a large load of cum in Sally's mouth. I was sorely embarrassed. But Sally quickly put me at ease by saying, "Not to worry you will only last longer when you fuck. me"

Her lips returned to my cock and soon had it rising to a state of hardness. She was a marvelous cocksucker. When she had me entirely hard again, she pulled off my cock and said, "Get undressed" I fought to get out of my clothes as fast as I could. Sally was more methodical as she removed her garments. But soon we were standing totally nude face to face.

Her body was not on par with Millie, yet it was nothing to sneeze at. Her big tits sagged, she had a bulge around her middle and a very hairy pussy with a protruding clit at the very top. "If I had known you were going to make love to me, I would have groomed my pubic area," she said.

Groomed or not I was going to reciprocate and perform oral on this dear lady. I quickly dropped to my knees and snaked out my long tongue swiping at her pussy lips making contact with her clit as I did, causing her to involuntarily jerk and shriek. I applied all my skills I had learned while eating the sweet cunt of Millie and was giving Sally my best as she went weak in the legs.

She tumbled over backwards and I scrambled between her legs and resumed eating her out. The old girl was jerking and moaning as one orgasm after another racked her body. It thrilled me to know I was giving her such great pleasure. He was hit with a big one and sent orgasmic juices flowing over my tongue, lips and face. Sweet nectar.

I was ready to fuck. I placed my hard cock at the entrance of her furry pussy and using her wetness slipped in. Entry was easy but I was amazed as her pussy muscles clamped down on my cock giving the illusion of a very tight cunt. A cunt that I was now fucking with gusto. She was every bit as good of a fuck as Millie. As I slammed her, I heard her scream, "Oh yes, fuck me Ronnie, it has been so long."

I have only fucked two women and both have been middle age, I can't ever imagine fucking someone my age and finding it better.

Sally was right, my premature ejaculation in her mouth, made it possible for me to give her a very long satisfying fuck. Something we both enjoyed immensely.

When I could no longer hold it, I splashed Sally's pussy walls with my-cum giving it to her deep. Sally let out a yelp and seemed to black out as her biggie overcame her. Her entire body shuddered before she fell limp.

I slumped on her and could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. A final thrill for this fucked out young man.

Over the next few weeks Sally fed me and I worked with her as a volunteer in the soup kitchen. We made love every day. She taught me things about how to make love to a woman that I never dreamed of.

I would often fall asleep while suckling on her hard long nipples. She loved that.

Then by pure chance I saw a headline in an out-of-town newspaper saying that a man beaten with a baseball bat had made a miraculous recovery but had no memory of what happened. It also mentioned his wife had suffered a stroke while he was in a coma and had passed away.

Since he was not able to describe or identify his assailant, the police were calling off the search. While elated with the news of him, I was devastated to hear of Millie's passing.

It was not until then I told Sally the whole story and gave her my true identity. Sally was very understanding and fucked my brains out that night. We still make love as she is about to have her 75th birthday. I sometimes think of fucking Millie as I pound her cunt, and I think she knows and understands.