I had my days on the wild side. I grew up in Podunk USA, went to Podunk High School and on to Podunk U. I dated the village idiot, the Preacher's son, the Social Worker. I was going out of my mind. I answered an ad for jobs in the airlines, and I got a job as a counter agent working out of Bigger Podunk. There I met pilots and they had fun. Of course fun meant making the girls cry and we were all open to crying so we gave up our precious self esteem and let them do what they wanted with us. It wasn't only me, other counter agents and a good number of flight attendants. But a Pilot, that was gold, if you could land one.

My inner thighs were raw from being used and my heart was sick from being used and my head told me that a pilot who gets you at a party isn't going to marry you, he is not there looking for the mother of his children. I guess I was just all grown up at 23.

I went to a wedding of one of my cousins and met Roy and we went out and he asked me to a concert and I used my airline privileges and met him in Denver and when we were at the concert Roy pulled out some weed and offered it to me. Now, I am from Podunk and one of the things we don't do is drugs, of any kind. So bye bye Roy. Back to the airline counter and the pilots and the other airline whores. I say other because I was also an airline whore, anything to land a pilot.

Pilots aren't into airline whores, and time went by and I was older and wiser and kicked the pilot parties and my tits hurt and my womb hurt and I needed some attention in the worst way. I met Sam. Sam is a man who likes girls. Over thirty and you are way too old, he likes firm tits and a tight ass and a willing mouth and pussy. I had firm tits a tight ass and I was certainly willing with my mouth and pussy. I just needed to get laid and not by a pilot.

Sam is what I would call a Mother Fucker. And if his mother was under 30 with firm tits and a tight ass he would definitely fuck her. Well being the Mother Fucker that he is he Mother Fucked me. Nothing like any of the pilots I had given my pussy away to, nothing like weed smoking Roy, nothing like the Preacher's son, nothing like the village idiot at Podunk high. Sam is a Mother Fucker and when he finished with me I knew that I had been fucked by Sam. I think that you need to get fucked like that at least once in your life, not good for your soul but great for your libido.

Empowered by Sam I went out and found Old Joe. Old Joe lived next door to me and he was getting over his second divorce and he definitely could use some company in the Biblical sense, a willing mouth and pussy is what he needed and I had both. I showed Old Joe what Sam taught me and he told me I was some kind of whore. Yes I am, I am some kind of whore. I sucked Old Joe and I fucked Old Joe and Old Joe was happy and it was right next door and I spent my thirtieth birthday in his bed. Still had firm tits and a tight ass because I work out but thirty is not twenty, I was no longer invited to the pilot parties, not that I would go anyway, although I am sure that I could blow a pilot better than any of the new flight attendants.

I am still with Old Joe, fucking him and blowing him. Old Joe is Old Faithful, I know what he likes and he gets more than he deserves, he is broke because of his divorce history so most of what we do is eat at home and fuck. I won't say I don't like Old Joe because I do, in fact I like him too much. Since I started 'dating' Old Joe I haven't been out with anyone else, Old Joe has it, he wasn't married twice for nothing and he knows how to use it, and for me anyway he is always hard enough. I hate to admit it but at 33 I am an old maid with an old man. But I am having good sex, and I do like the stability.

My name is Mary Lou, which is a good Podunk name and I have had an overactive sex drive since I first fucked the village idiot.