The construction site was hot and dusty so I stopped by the Brass Tap
for a draft to wash away the grit and have a monster grease-burger with
the accompanying truck load of fries to refuel.
The Tap is a Honky-Tonk or a Roadhouse depending on what part of the
south youâ€™re from. Itâ€™s just far enough out of town to be, out of site,
out of mind, of the local Baptist Christian Ladies Association United
Against Fun chapter which means itâ€™s a beer joint. No wine, fancy or
otherwise. Doesnâ€™t even sell whisky.
The jointâ€™s attractions are, cheap beer, cheap food, loud music, and Oh
yes a cheap woman or two. Itâ€™s a boots and jeans kind of place. Hiking
boots, construction boots, cowboy boots and their female counterparts.
A suit would be as out of place as a pole cat at a church picnic.
There’s a hardwood dance floor and a mighty fine local country rock
band on weekends. A couple of pool tables fill the little back room and
an ancient TV that sort of shows color hangs over the bar and takes
care of the sports crowd. A little something for everybody.
There might even be what you call your "gentlemanâ€™s disagreement " in
the parking lot now and then but nobody ever get seriously hurt. Not a
knife and gun club sort a place. It ainâ€™t the Ritz or your family
establishment but the Tap’s a safe place to take a date and get loose
now and then, if sheâ€™s a good-old-girl, that is.
The Brass Tap is what we call a "ya’ll come " kind of place.
Long days make for more work so the crowd arrives later in the summer
and not a lot was happening. I ate, then kicked back, ordered a
pitcher, and sat at the bar shooting the shit with George waiting for
the show to start. Friday night at the Tap is always a show of some
George is the owner , bartender, bouncer and bottle washer. He cooks
and waits tables too when the joint isnâ€™t busy. Itâ€™s a homey place and
the regulars all know each other and whose doing what to who and who
After a while the beer worked itâ€™s usual magic and I headed off to leak
my lizard and came up short at the door. There was a chick standing at
the sink fussing with her hair. Not that it need fussing. She had
flowing red hair that draws attention to her like a porch-light draws
bugs on a hot southern night. Her name was Violet. She’d been hanging
Violet is what you would call cute in a slutty sort of way. Not
gorgeous but cute. You wouldnâ€™t kick her out of bed or gnaw youâ€™re arm
off getting away the next morning by any means. Sheâ€™s a little young
but not jail bait. George runs a clean place. He doesnâ€™t put up with
She wears short skirts and low cut tops. Not afraid to show some skin
on a warn humid night. Boobs could be bigger but sheâ€™s got nice legs
and a great ass.
Sheâ€™s always with some dude though. Usually one of the frat-rats that
come over from the local college. The band wasnâ€™t set up yet but Iâ€™d
seen her dancing to the jukebox with some geek Iâ€™d never seen before.
Just another college looser to me.
â€œUhhâ€¦I gotta go.â€ I said.
â€œSorry, the little girl’s room was in use and I had to go really bad
too. Wellâ€¦Come on in. Go ahead, I wonâ€™t look.â€ She waved at the
"pisser " and went back to primping in the streaked, dirty, mirror.
I hesitated a second but nature made the decision for me. I wasnâ€™t about to piss my pants waiting on her to get out.
Not being exactly your high class establishment, the one urinal is
beside the sink and there isnâ€™t one of those privacy things between the
two. I got my streaming going good and glanced over. Violet was
standing there with the tiniest tip of her pink tongue sticking out
intently watching me piss. .
â€œI cheated.â€ she said, giggled, not the least bit embarrassed.
She didnâ€™t look away and Iâ€™m not the kind that can stop in mid-piss so
I just shook my head and continued to let fly. If she wanted a free
show, what the hell. â€œDamn beer,â€ I said. â€œThis is the only trouble
with the stuff.â€
I made conversation as if this was the most normal thing in my world.
Well what the hell else are you going to do. â€œSo what do you think
Violet,â€ I said, shaking off I turned to face her, dick in hand.
"Um.. "she said and grinned. â€œIâ€™ve seen worse. Iâ€™d say heâ€™s got
potential. So you know my name, and youâ€™re Greg, right?â€ She continued.
â€œCan I touch?â€
I nodded yes to both I guess because she reached out and stroked my
dick which by now was making like Pinocchioâ€™s nose, getting longer and
harder. And thatâ€™s the by-godâ€™s truth if I ever told it.
â€œUmm,â€ she mewed. â€œI think I woke up the one-eyed snake.â€
â€œUhhâ€¦Violet, weâ€™re not going to be alone here long, somebody elseâ€™s gonna need to piss.â€
â€œYesâ€¦I supposeâ€¦â€ she poutedâ€¦then brightened. â€œWe could go out back if you want to.â€
â€œAnd do what youâ€™re little man wants. What else silly?â€
She hadnâ€™t let go and by now my â€little manâ€, being a very cleaver little guy, stood in proud salute to her ministrations.
â€œWhat about your boyfriend.â€ I nodded toward the barroom.
â€œNot a boyfriend. Just a date. Heâ€™s decided he likes Rachael better though.â€
Now that brought a real grin to both of us. Rachael is gay. Everyone
knows that. Well almost everyone. I guess someone else is fixing to
â€œHis loss.â€ Violet said.
Screwing some bar pick-up out behind The Brass Tap on a hot southern
summer night isnâ€™t exactly an original concept. The place is an
institution going back to prohibition days when it was a speakeasy. You
could write a couple of whose-who books on all the county gentry thatâ€™s
got laid back here but it was a first for this rebel lad.
I soon found myself in the pale moonlight out behind the dumpster on
hallowed ground that’s been sanctified by hundreds if not thousands of
other horny couples. My hand found it’s way up Violets miniskirt and
rubbed her sweet young pussy through polyester bikini panties while she
stroked my rock hard cock with equal ardor.
The place smelled likeâ€¦wellâ€¦like a dump but itâ€™s amazing what the fine
combination of alcohol plus sex will do for you. Violet smelled, young,
hot, as sweet as honeysuckle and nothing else mattered. Nothing at all.
Her velvet tongue tasted of honey, of Budweiser, and of desire, as we
moaned our lust into each otherâ€™s mouth. The girl was an excellent
kisser and soon we were gasping, grouping and dry humping like the end
of the world was just down the road and only our coupling stood in
Satanâ€™s very path.
We broke contact long enough for Violet to do a bend-over, flip her
little skirt up, and my pants to hit the ground. I yanked her panties
down, spread her upturned cheeks and frantically sought her honey hole,
the pearly gates of creation itself.
â€œGod, oh god, hurry. Get it in I canâ€™t wait.â€ she begged.
I could see that she was already rubbing her love button from the front as my dick made contact and slid home.
â€œAhhâ€¦â€ I pushed on up inside, her vagina a tight pink glove grasping my
hardness. â€œJesus Violet.â€ I said as her pussy milked my cock.
â€œPound me Greg. God, just fuck the shit out of me.â€
With an invite like that, whatâ€™s a young horny construction roustabout
supposed to do? I wound up and laid the wood to her. I slammed and she
humped. Nothing fancy or sophisticated, just a good old fashioned
southern pipe laying.
â€œHard Greg. Fuck me hard cowboy.â€ Not to be out done she leaned into
the task and matched me stroke for stroke, hump for hump.
The girlâ€™s passion was over the top. She was working it so hard I paused in amazement to watch her hungry cunt consume my cock.
â€œWhat?â€¦Why did you stop? God donâ€™t stoppppâ€¦â€
â€œJust watching.â€ I said and slapped her pretty ass. â€œ Go for it.
Ride-em cowgirl.â€ I grinned and slapped her upturned butt again picking
up the pace once more. â€œGonna get you off gal. Make you cum like an
earthquake. Go getâ€™em girl. We’re gonna make it a fucking big one.â€
Another slap added a red hand print to her straining ass punctuating my
desire. With a groan she just kicked it into a higher gear. Letting
everything go she bawled like a wildcat in heat. The girl was a fuckâ€™en
My cock could feel her cunt spasm time after time as small orgasms hit
her. She was getting close to the big one and I couldnâ€™t hold out much
longer either. Her pussy was driving me crazy.
â€œAhhâ€¦â€ she shuddered and slammed back against me so hard she almost
knocked me down. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, holding, gripping.
â€œAhhâ€¦Oh god yesâ€¦YESâ€¦!â€
Violet is a screamer. She sure enough lets the world know when she getâ€˜s there. God love a duck, sheâ€™s a trip.
â€œCummingâ€¦Ahh!â€ I shuddered in turn as my cock unleashed a torrent of baby juice.
None of this pull out and squirt in her face shit. No rubber either.
One- hundred percent pure high-test rebel cum flooded her vaginal canal
as spasm after spasm emptied my balls, filling her tank to overflowing.
The excess ran down her legs re-christening this little patch of
southern ground once again.
"OH YES…! Damned Good! " I slapped her ass hard again just because it
felt good and because I could. She didn’t mind at all.
"Fine ass. Mighty fine ass.! " I exclaimed with glee. "Good God woman what a fuck you are! "
We collapsed laughing at ourselves, at the deed we had done and at the pure unadulterated joy of being young and alive.
â€œWell, wasnâ€™t that just something.â€ I said. I hadnâ€™t even bothered to
pull my pants up yet. â€œGuess I owe you a drink or something. Whatâ€™da
â€œOr somethingâ€¦Hmm.â€ she said. â€œWell..You can take me home and play
around some more. That is if you want to?â€ Her smiling eye’s sparkled
even in the light of that old North Georgia moon.
â€œWhat about whatâ€™s his name when he figures out he ainâ€™t getting no-where with Rachael and comes looking for you?â€
â€œIâ€™d say fuck him but I wouldnâ€™t mean it. He’ll figure it out.â€ She
took my hand. â€œCome on cowboy get your pants up. Weâ€˜re gonna go get us
My old pickup tore a right fair patch in the gravel parking lot
spinning rubber as we tore off into the Georgia night hunting more
â€œYee..Hawwww! —–Yaâ€™ll cum now ya hear.
THE ENDâ€¦Or maybe not. Experience informs this good old boy that you canâ€™t get too much Southern Comfort.