Back at school there was a girl in my class I had a crush on. Elaine was gorgeous – good figure, smart, funny, trendy, confident but the problem was I just didn’t exist as far as she was concerned. We’d been in the same class since 1st year at High School and here we were as Sixth Year Prefects and I’d never once had a conversation beyond one or two sentences with her. She always had older boyfriends, her current one being in his early 20s with a car and I just couldn’t compete. She was from a village a few miles from me and I actually started going out with my girlfriend Linda because she’d invited me to a party in the village that Elaine was going to be at. We’d been going out for about two years and the sex was good but to be honest, I hung out with her because she knew Elaine.
It was coming up to Christmas and our English teacher had booked the school mini-bus for a trip to a theatre workshop in Edinburgh but on the way back we were going to go to Ingliston Market for a spot of Christmas Shopping, which was the bit we were looking forward to. Linda wasn’t in my class and not everyone could make it so there were only about six of us going – including Elaine to my delight!
The theatre trip was boring but we all perked up as we parked the minibus at Ingliston. It was freezing as we piled out. Me and another boy went to look at an army surplus stall whilst the teacher and the girls headed off in a different direction. We’d all been talking about haggling skills on the minibus and were keen to try them out on the stallholders but they just laughed at the kids trying it on and my £10 Christmas money wasn’t going to get me much. The other boy was spending ages looking at stuff I wasn’t interested in so I went wandering. It wasn’t long before I spotted Elaine at a stall selling jeans and denim jackets. She was looking at a pair of “Levis” but as I got closer I could hear her saying she didn’t have enough money. The Asian stallholder then said “Why don’t you come round the back? I have special stock at special prices. We’ll find something for you”. Elaine squeezed past the tables and ducked under a tarpaulin, following the stallholder. I hung around because if she still didn’t have enough for a pair of jeans, I was going to give her my £10. After about ten minutes I started to think she must be really haggling hard so I thought I might help. I had to go behind the row of stalls to where the vans were parked and eventually found the big white Mercedes directly behind the stall. One of the Asian’s mates saw me and asked what I was doing and I said I was looking for the “special stock”. He laughed and pointed to the back doors “Yeah, yeah, Special Stock” he grinned.
I opened the door and looked inside. The van was filled with brown boxes and jeans wrapped in plastic and Elaine was bent over the boxes, her jeans at her ankles as the stallholder was shagging her from behind. As the door opened allowing the light in, he turned to see who it was and his thick brown dick sprang into sight. Framed against Elaine’s arse cheeks I could see it shining and glistening with her fanny juices. My jaw dropped. “Oi you! Fuck off” the stall holder shouted angrily at me and I saw Elaine turning to see what was going on. For some reason I didn’t want her to see me so I quickly closed the door, taking one last look at that magnificent cock gleaming wetly.
I headed back into the market a bit stunned at what I’d seen. Remember I was very young and naïve and didn’t realise Elaine was paying for the jeans the way many young girls with no money do. When I bumped into her about an hour later at one of the café’s, she was showing off her new jeans to the other girls. “Oh yeah, I haggled him down to a good price. Only £10” she said. Everybody agreed this was a good price and I remembered there had been denim jackets hanging in the back of the van. I wondered if I could get one?
I headed back to the jeans stall and saw the stallholder who had been shagging Elaine. The image of his wet cock sprang into my head and my own cock twitched at the thought of it. He saw me and recognised me. “What do you want?” he asked, irritated.
“I was wondering If you had denim jackets at your special prices” I asked.
He looked at me. “You? You want special prices?”
“Yes” I replied
He smiled and looked me up and down then laughed. “OK, you want special, I have special for you. Follow me”
I squeezed between the tables, under the tarpaulin and followed him into the van. As the door closed behind us, he turned around. “Here is special for you my young friend”. He’d pulled down his tracksuit bottoms, allowing that big brown cock to spring out, throbbing and erect. I just stared, not really understanding what was going on. All I could think was this was the cock that had been inside Elaine, that had been covered with her fanny juices, that probably still tasted of Elaine’s fanny. Without thinking, I licked my lips and he took that as a sign to push me down onto my knees, his cock in my face. I grabbed it for balance – the first cock other than my own that I’d ever touched. I wasn’t in the slightest bit gay, I had a girlfriend and we had straight sex all the time. What was getting my cock hard was the thought that this cock had been inside Elaine and I wanted to taste her pussy so bad. There was no more conscious thought, I leaned into his cock and started licking his shaft. Oh my god I thought, that taste must be Elaine. It was gorgeous and I eagerly licked his shaft, savouring the taste of the girl I’d desired for years. He grunted and put his hand behind my head as he pushed his knob into my mouth. Now I’d always imagined sucking a cock must be like sucking a lollipop but this cock stretched my mouth wide open and filled me completely. I was scared I was going to bite him and could do little more than maintain a seal with my lips as he face fucked me. His hard thrusting was pushing me backwards so for balance I gripped onto his arse cheeks. He groaned and pulled out for a second, slapping his cock on my face. I saw his knob glistening wetly and my tongue darted out, thinking of Elaine’s cunt juice but this was pre-cum, salty and surprisingly nice. He started wanking his cock in my face, calling me names as I tried to pull his knob back into my mouth. He grunted and I closed my eyes, just as his jets of cum started shooting out. I really really wanted to taste but they missed me, and the last drops dribbled over his fist. I saw a globule on the plastic covering a denim jacket and scooped it up in my fingers than putting them in my mouth. Wow.
“Wow” I repeated out loud. The stallholder was gasping, recovering from his orgasm. He saw the jacket I was holding onto. “Yes, yes, you can have. Special price £10”
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