Call Me Alice!

My name is Abby, and this is the story of a wonderful time shared between myself and a beautiful young man I seduced in Orange County, in the late 80s.

My name is Abby, and this is the story of a wonderful time shared between myself and a beautiful young man I seduced in Orange County, in the late 80s. I would have been 30 years old or so at this time and I would say I was at the peak of my slut phase; but then, that phase never really ended. Life is too short to not have fun!

Tim was a neighborhood boy I had seen around before. He only lived a few houses down from me and I had met his parents when I bought my house and moved into the neighborhood. They had brought me a bottle of wine and a loaf of homemade bread. I liked them right away. I was into the swinging scene then and always sort of hoped I would see them around there but never did. Ah, well.

One summer when Tim was a Boy Scout he had gone around the neighborhood selling popcorn and when he came to my house I answered in my bathrobe. I wasn’t trying to misbehave but it was clear I had gotten him flustered with my appearance. He was beet red and stumbling with his words from the get-go. It hadn’t been my intention to give the poor guy a hard time, but as soon as I saw him like that my heart melted and I agreed to buy 10 boxes. I figured I could give them out at my next swingers party so everyone would win.

A month passed and I ran into Tim’s mom at the grocery store and we got to talking. She’s a very sweet lady and I liked her very much. I remembered Tim and our interaction from before and I asked her when she thought my popcorn might arrive. She said she would let me know and a week later she called me and invited me to come pick it up and join her to go out for lunch. We had a good time together and planned another girls day before I went to collect my popcorn from Tim. His mother told me he would be in the garage working on a car his father had given him as a fixer upper project. The garage was a separate structure behind the house and had a nice little courtyard feel to it.

I found Tim out by the garage working on a beautiful bright red 1970 Dodge Charger. I still remember just what he looked like then. Tim was in a crisp white T-shirt and blue jeans with white tennis shoes and short, platinum blonde hair. He was tan and fit and got my pussy fluttering like a butterfly.

He was bent over the engine, working away and looking so fine. I admired him for a few moments, watching him carefully remove spark plugs with a socket wrench, listening to the hum of the ratchet he was using as he worked away. The sun warmed my skin and a gentle breeze rolled through and I knew then I wanted more from Tim than popcorn.

Eventually I had my fill of admiring Tim from afar and approached him to say hello. I didn’t want to startle him, so I cleared my throat politely to signal I was there. Tim pulled himself away from the engine and turned to face me - there was a look of recognition on his face immediately. He blushed, and I felt myself getting hot. Something about his youth and inexperience paired with his willingness to get his hands dirty and learn new things really excited me.

“Hi there Tim! I like your car” I said, in earnest. Tim was a shy boy then and clearly remembered me from our last interaction.

“Thanks Miss Winkler” he responded. “I just got some new tools for my birthday and I’m enjoying making some progress with them.”

I smiled warmly at him. “Well, happy birthday, Tim!” I said, taking a seat in a chair by the garage workbench. “This is a beautiful car you've got here. I’m sure you’ll get it purring again in no time.” Tim beamed and looked from me back to the car.

“My dad’s been showing me how to work on it, I’m gonna have it fixed up and running by the time I’m ready to get my learners permit.”

He was feeling good about himself and grinning ear to ear. He was so cute, I wanted to make him feel good however I could, so I continued.

“I’m very impressed. Not many boys your age could work on a machine like this. It takes a lot of discipline and patience.” I value those things in men a lot, so I was sure to say it in a tone that communicated my admiration for him. He blushed again, but this time puffed his chest out a little and clearly felt pride in what he was doing.

“When I first got this car a couple months ago, the engine wouldn’t turn. About all's you could do reliably was open and close the doors, Miss Winkler. The difference from then to now is like night and day. I’ve replaced a lots of things on her, from the shifter and the steering wheel to the brake pads and transmission. I’m swapping out the spark plugs and wires now.”

I noticed he called the car “her” for the first time. I had never been jealous of a motor vehicle before, but there’s a first time for everything.

Behind us, the back door to the house swung open and Tim’s mom stepped out.

“Tim sweetie, I’m off to a meeting with the Junior League. I’m leaving you some money to order you and your father some pizza for dinner.” Tim’s mother turned to me and smiled. “I see you’ve met Alice” she said, giggling to herself.

I looked back at Tim now, who started blushing.

“Alice?” I asked smiling, my interest peaked.

“That’s what Tim named her, the Charger.”

Tim looked like he wanted to crawl into some oversized engine compartment and hide now, clearly embarrassed and unwilling to give up that detail previously. It was so cute, and again, I melted for him.

“Well, I’m off! We’ll hang out again soon, Abby!”

“Bye girlfriend!” I said, waving sweetly as she turned and left through the back gate.

I turned my attention back to Tim.

“Alice, huh? She sounds like a real heartbreaker” I said playfully. My teasing may have been a bit much for Tim because now he remained silent, as if waiting for me to leave, believing I wouldn’t think he was cool anymore. After a moment of tension, I broke the ice for him.

“I wanna see your shifter knob.” I said flatly.

Tim practically choked.

“My knob?” He squeaked out.

“Your shifter knob” I said innocently. "You said you put a new one in when you replaced the wheel."

I leaned down to look through the driver side window sticking my bottom out and putting my hands on my knees. My skirt rode up higher around my hips and I could feel Tim looking at my ass. I almost felt guilty for all the emotions and anxiety I was probably putting him through. Almost! I would make it up to him. He was going to feel all sorts of new things today if he wanted. It turns out that he did!

His face flushed and it was clear he didn’t know what to do with this flesh and blood woman before him now. Perky full breasts, round buxom back side, and long brunette hair that framed my big doe eyes and soft, cherry lips.

I was now fully misbehaving for Tim and loving it. We had the house to ourselves and I wanted to take advantage of it. Tim would be the youngest boy I had ever made love to. The only other boy who came close was some Metal head kid I fucked in a listening booth at a guitar shop when I was on vacation with some girlfriends in Frisco. I could tell from the way he fucked me he clearly wasn’t a virgin, though. (If you’re reading this Sid, kisses!)

Tim was pure of heart and completely innocent. I was committed to having him for myself if he would have my advances. Not to corrupt him, but to devour his sweet innocence like a delicacy. He was adorable and naïve and I wanted to eat him up!

“Let’s sit inside and you can tell me all about all the work you’ve done so far. We can pretend we’re on a drive-in date getting hamburgers.” I winked at Tim and put my hands on my hips. Tim smiled bashfully. “I wouldn’t say no to that” he flirted. I liked this side of Tim!

Tim opened my door for me like a gentleman and closed it for me after I plopped myself into the midnight blue bucket seat. The interior of the car was really nice. I immediately spotted a dark walnut finish pistol-grip shifter knob in the center console. It was a good looking stick, but not the one I was there for. I quickly undid a few buttons on my blouse and pushed my cleavage up a little. I was wearing a denim jacket with a pink blouse and a white skirt with my bright white sneakers, neatly trimmed with a pair of frilly pink socks that came up a little past my ankles.

Author’s note: I always love wearing skirts because they’re perfect for when you’re going to get fucked in the backseat of a car or in a dressing room at the mall or a quickie in the arcade bathroom or something like that. Romance can come knocking any time, and I like to be prepared! My girlfriends and I would also carry condoms zipped up in our KangaROOs and most of us wore a poison ring for a hit or two of blow with a lucky guy if we scored. I have a lot of fun memories from this time in my life, maybe I’ll share some more soon. Sorry, my pussy is absolutely humming a tune right now as I write this, so I got carried away and rambled a little! Back to Tim and I!

Tim opened the driver side door and got in, looking over at me and smiling shyly. This was usually the part of the date where some big stud would reach over and start manhandling me. I would feign protest but let him do what he wanted anyway so long as he was good enough at it. Now the roles were reversed, though. I was a great big bushy-tailed slut, But Tim would be wired differently and I wanted to respect him and meet him where he needed me. I sure hoped he needed me on my back, but I knew it would have to happen slowly and I would need to be gentle in this case, at least for the first time. Usually I liked big, dominant guys, but something about Tim made me excited to be the one taking control.

Tim looked at me sheepishly. “Well, here it is” he stated, pointing to the gear shifter.

"Looks nice", I replied in a sultry tone. "Mind if I try holding it?" I wrapped my hand around it and smiled at Tim, licking my lips. "I like it a lot, Tim."

I was having too much fun, behaving quite badly and practically eating Tim up now

Tim was visibly nervous, so I decided to move in and massage his nerves a little. “Sweetie, you better get used to having beautiful women in this car with you.” I giggled and put my arm on the edge of his seat, close to his shoulder. He laughed and it sounded like he exhaled some tension when he did. “I hope so” Tim said, smiling. “Lord knows I could get used to this”.

I laughed in that slutty wine mom way. The way that you laugh when you only want to make a boy feel good so that he fucks you good later. Tim seemed a little less nervous now and turned to face me a little. He started talking more about the car, and I was loving it. I leaned forward a little and made sure my tits hung heavy and inviting to his gaze. I had to stop myself from biting my lip more than once and I just kept giggling like a slut as he talked. I kept thinking back to sitting in cars with boys in my younger years. Any of my dumb jock boyfriends would have taken the opportunity to grab me and start fucking my mouth by now or immediately start groping my tits or rearranging my guts in the backseat. Not that I was complaining, I loved going out with those guys. I typically dated authority figures or guys who were much bigger than me, though, so this was a fun change up.

I suddenly realized I had spaced out thinking about sex and that now Tim was going on about a camping trip he had gone on with the scouts last weekend. I was kind of lost, and apparently Tim noticed.

“Are you alright, Miss Winkler? I don’t want to take too much time from you…”

I giggled for real that time, and somehow it was the sluttiest giggle yet, at the thought of wanting to leave to be anywhere else right then.

“Tim baby” I said, moving my arm to massage his neck and shoulder, “We’re on a date, remember? There’s nowhere I would rather be”. I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, my tits pushing out as they got smashed against the cool leather seat. I tend to get dick drunk and make bad choices, and I was feeling it hard now before even seeing Tim’s cock.

After that kiss on the cheek I gave him, Tim became bright red and looked like he was going to melt into a puddle.

“Tim sweetie, have you ever been kissed?” I asked him.

“No ma’am, th-that was my first” he replied bashfully, but seemingly beaming with pride. I let out a hearty laugh and threw my arms around him. “Silly boy!” I squealed out. “That wasn’t your first kiss! That was a peck on the cheek!” I was kissing him all over his neck and face now, the two of us laughing and nuzzling together.

“Well, I- I guess that’s the closest thing to a first kiss Ive ever had” he said softly as I gently kissed his check one last time. I reached out and took him by the chin, turning him to face me. I leaned in and embraced his lips with mine, shifting in my seat to be closer to him and taking his face in my other hand. I gave him a deep, passionate kiss and enjoyed his lips on mine for the first time. I ran my fingers through his hair and gave him a little tongue to let him know he could give me some if he wanted. His tongue touched mine and he suckled on my plump lower lip for a moment. If my pussy had been fluttering like a butterfly before, now it was buzzing like a bee.

I thought Tim Would take a lot of coaxing but within a few minutes of kissing I found myself with my hand over his growing erection, practically able to feel his heartbeat through it as we kissed and kissed while i lovingly pet his quickly growing cock. Completely dick drunk now, I turned my attention to Tim's dick as I pulled it out of to play with. It was a beautiful cock, standing at full attention and practically giving me a salute.

"Tim, baby!" I exclaimed, praising his wonderful equipment. Given Tim's size, it was quite plump and a respectable length. Definitely the sort of dick I could swallow whole on a first date with no trouble but also the sort that would get my pussy sore and bottom out in me plenty. I especially loved the head and how angry the whole thing looked overall. Veins bulging, shaft visibly pulsating, and the head fat and shiny and ready for love. It's shape was quite bulbous towards the tip and it looked almost like a python that had swallowed a particularly round egg. It made me feel a little funny to not be getting bullied by Tim like I would expect from the owner of such tool. Clearly I was used to dating a very particular kind of man then!

Tim moaned when I touched it and I thought it might explode. "Is this okay, sweetie?" I asked him as I reached for it, fighting the urge to start sucking on it immediately.

Tim moaned again, not answering. I couldn't tell if he heard me. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking his cock gently, gazing at Tim with big does eyes and a sort of innocent look that said "Golly, what have you been feeding this thing??"

I moved in now, warning Tim of what to expect. "I'm gonna give you a kiss, ok sweetie? It's gonna be a bit different than a kiss on the mouth, ok babe?" I said, gently.

"Okay" was all Tim replied, only now opening his eyes to meet my gaze. Without breaking eye contact, I moved in and wrapped my soft warm lips around the big pulsating head. I started massaging and polishing his cock with my lips and then with my tongue and my cheeks as Tim stared into my eyes. Once I started working him back into my throat, his eyes began to shut again and he wimpered a little.

"Baby, are you alright?" I asked him.

"Yeah, please don't stop" Tim replied.

I said nothing, I just went to work on putting Tim's beautiful dick away and making sure I didn't drool too much on his nice seats. I leaned forward and practically laid across the wood panel center console to get better access to Tim's beautiful fuck stick. I pulled my lower half up into my seat now and pulled my skirt up around my hips so Tim could watch my bare ass wiggle while I sucked on his big end and kicked my sneakers in the air. In those days I was either going commando days wearing a thong. My round pink ass was actually my favorite feature, so I loved getting to flash it or show it off whenever I could. It was so much fun, we were both on cloud nine. I looked up at Tim, cock still in my mouth, and noticed he had his hands out bracing himself against the car. I was taught not to talk with my mouth full, so I popped Tim out of my mouth for a moment and laid my head against his thigh, kissing it gently and looking up at Tim. I addressed him.

"Baby boy? I want you to put your hands on me. You can take hold of my head and pull on my hair to get me to go where you want me." I cooed. I already missed having his cock in my mouth so I started sucking on it again right away.

Tim leaned forward a little. He stuttered and asked "Am I doing good, Miss Winkler?"

I looked Tim in the eyes as I slowly slid his cock out of my mouth and sucked on it hard enough for it to make a loud 'POP!' sound when my lips broke the seal they had on it. Not looking away from him, I leaned in and kissed his balls, letting his shaft rub across my face.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're doing so good. This is the best date I've been on in a long time, even." I winked at Tim and he smiled with his mouth open before melting back into his seat.

Tim slowly took hold of my dark, wavy locks and ran his fingers through my hair as I returned to sucking on his piece. Whenever I suck a dick, I focus on the experience of holding it in my mouth like a hunting dog holds a duck. I keep it firmly but gently enough to not agitate it as I massage it with my throat muscles and with my tongue. Once I'm deepthroating it, my lips aren't as useful as when I'm focused on the head, but I make sure to maintain good suction with them and use them to squeeze the shaft, which can be very tiring. My jaw used to get tired but after all the boys I've gone out with, I can go pretty much as long as I want without that being a problem. I especially didn't need to worry about that now, because given his age and experience level, Tim only lasted a few minutes. He also didn't see fit to tell me he was about to cum, but for all I know, this could've been his first orgasm, being a boy scout and all.

I felt the warm cum begin pumping through his pulsating member and immediately jetting down my throat and directly into my stomach. I held my breath, in ecstasy. It was heaven. I felt myself become lightheaded and I swallowed as much as I could. More jets of hot semen filled my head. And more. He was making quite the spunk deposit to my little sperm bank belly. I shoved that dick further back in my throat to not have to swallow as much and instead let it just pour directly into my gut. More cum. And then more still.

Finally I realized he had more pent up cum than I could put away. I quickly pulled my head up off his dick and Tim ended up yanking my hair because I came up so fast. I gasped for air and as I did one final jet of hot ropey semen splashed onto my face. A good deal more shot into Tim's lap and pooled up on the seat around his balls. Tim had been holding an absolute cum-bath in those balls. It was awesome getting to be the one to savor it all.

I was whipped into a frenzy now. I immediately jumped up and frantically unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it open. I was wearing a lacey black bra that unhooked in the front so I popped it open so my tits could spill out. I opened my car door and I heard Tim sleepily ask if he had done something wrong. I yelled out to him that I was coming around to him on his side. As soon as I rounded the car to the driver's side door I threw it open and had Tim help me push his seat back as far as it would go. He was still out of it after cumming so hard but I was absolutely driven to fuck that dick and have some great car sex while my pussy was still screaming for it. The car was just gorgeous, and guys with hot cars get me wet. As soon as we adjusted the wheel to make some room, I hiked up my skirt a little and plopped my ass down right onto Tim's lap, straddling him there on the seat with my tits in his face and his (unsurprisingly) still hard cock practically making out with my pussy lips.

I gasped, feeling my whole body preparing for an orgasm.

"Tim, can I fuck you please??" I asked desperately, like a kid their parents begging for a new toy they had to have.

"Yeah, lets do it" Tim gasped out.

I reached into my denim jacket pocket to find a condom. I don't love condoms, but I was a good girl and would only fuck bareback with a few of my friends. Being a swinger in the 80s required some concessions, kids. I leaned back a little in Tim's lap to get his cock to where I could put the condom on. I accidentally leaned into the horn and almost had a heart attack. For a moment I thought we had been caught and that someone else had honked at us!

I got the condom rolled onto Tim's dick and shoved my tits in his face. "Be a good boy and suck on these, babe" I commanded. Tim happily obeyed. I guided his fat cock into my hungry little hole and went buck wild on him in that car. We hadn't even closed the doors after I jumped out on my side and opened the door to get in on Tim's, so we were practically fucking out in the open if anyone entering into the back yard would've had a clear line of sight. It also wouldn't have helped that the car was bouncing and rocking wildly the whole time.

I was in my late thirties and so naturally I had put on a few extra pounds. Thankfully all of that went straight to my ass, but right now that meant that every thrust and bounce of my ass off Tim's lap sounded like a horse parading down a cobblestone road. My cheeks were getting clapped GOOD. Tim was still as hard as a diamond and I rode that dick till I had been fucked silly. Tim kept telling me how good he felt and saying "Miss Winkler" this and "Miss Winkler" that. I was about to breathlessly tell him to call me Abby when I had a devilish idea.

I looked down at him with my tit in his mouth and said "Tim sweetheart, call me Alice, okay?" Boy, that did the trick!

Almost immediately Tim started purring all kinds of sweet dirty things in my ear "I love your tits Alice" and "You make my dick feel incredible Alice". Around the same time he began really squeezing my ass and I asked him to call me a dirty slut. He did, and I rode his dick like there was no tomorrow, filling the air with the sounds of wet bodies slapping as I panted like a dog and Tim kept saying all the sweetest things in the world about his beloved Alice.

"Youre my fucking woman, Alice" Tim said through clenched teeth. Yes, yes I was.

"This pussy belongs to you Tim, Alice's pussy is all yours baby!"

By this time the car was bouncing around so much we probably should've been wearing seatbelts. Happy belated birthday, Tim, your cock sure wore my pussy like a party hat. I could feel my impending orgasm building and so I wrapped my arms around Tim and buried has face in my tits. "I'm gonna cum, baby boy!" I screamed out, not caring who heard me. I don't think I've ever bounced my pussy on a dick harder. I suddenly felt the flood gates open and an electric shock ran through me. I came harder than ever came before. My whole body convulsed and went limp, before convulsing and then going limp again, over and over. This must have lasted a minute at least. I hadn't even felt as Tim pumped a big load into the condom and it got sloshed around and cradled right up against my cervix. We collapsed there together, sweat and cum on the seat, filling the air with the smell of sex and the sounds of panting and heavy breathing.

I turned my attention to Tim after a few minutes of reveling in my orgasmic bliss and kissed him on the head. We cuddled for a little while until Tim said his dad would be home soon. I climbed off of Tim, releasing his cock and trying not to squeeze all the warm spunk out of the condom and onto the seat as it emerged from my pussy. I told Tim I would help him clean up but he just kissed me on the cheek and told me I should be on my way if I didn't want to be there when his dad got home. I kissed him gently on the forehead and told him I would come get the popcorn next time. Tim was about to insist that it was just upstairs when he suddenly became quiet and simply said "oh, sure next time... Of course! Come by whenever Miss Winkler!" as he sheepishly kicked at the ground and smiled embarrassedly.

As Tim started his junior year in high school I became aware that I had opened quite the Pandora's Box, so to speak. He wanted to fuck pretty much every day, and while he was never rude or pushy, I felt an obligation to try and satisfy the new hunger I had cursed him with. We would indeed use his car a ton and go to parks and rest stops to fuck when we could, and we even fucked at his house when his parents were gone. I had my own house just up the street but there were always neighbors around and could see us come and go, and you know how the rumor mill can be. Needless to say, whatever we did it always felt risky. And we were doing it a lot.

I was giving Tim all my energy there for a while and fucking almost him exclusively for a couple of months. Then one day I finally caught a break when he told me he had a girlfriend. Thank goodness! This kid was becoming too much for me to handle, even as much as I cared for him. We had a long talk in-person and he told me we probably shouldn't be making love like we were if he was dating someone, which I understood and respected completely. We went out for hamburgers in Tim's car for one last time and enjoyed a meal together. It's a beautiful memory for me now.

Eventually, I asked Tim who the lucky lady was and he told me it was a girl who he had a big crush on for years but only recently felt confident enough to make a move on her, which was very sweet. She played on the girl's softball team and loved coming over to Tim's to listen to music with him on his stereo. It was so nice to hear. I asked what the lucky ladies name was and Tim became hesitant. I teased him and persisted and finally he gave in.

"Her name is Alice Hanaway" Tim said, embarrassedly. "And she likes going out for drive-in hamburger dates in the Charger as much as you do, Miss Winkler", he said with a wink.

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Thanks for reading my story, please tell me what you think! This story has a bit of artistic liberty but the broad strokes are all true! It was a very fun time to be alive. I'm 69 years old now but I still have plenty of suitors, believe it or not. I have quite a lot of wild stories from my younger days and even plenty from the last couple of years. I've settled down with a wonderful guy who goes swinging with me and is accepting of my lifestyle. You may get older, but if you're anything like me you'll always be horny! Thanks for reading, until next time!

- xoxo, Abby