Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of one day having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams we seldom expect to come true, desires we often suppress.
In this story, an attractive woman finds her suppressed fantasies suddenly brought out into the open, brought to life as she never imagined they could be. With the right stimulus, she discovers in herself an irrepressible appetite for sex, a carnal craving she never thought she could exploit.
HOT TO TROT WAITRESS a story dealing with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us in one form or another. An account of one girl's solution to a nagging frustration.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Karen Woodward pulled into the parking lot of Tony's Diner and thought to herself: This is it, a job where the tips are the biggest in town!
After she parked, she studied her appearance in the rear-view mirror of her small car, searching for some kind of imperfection. Happily, she could find none. Her makeup was on perfectly; her eyelashes were long, black and beautiful, a wonderful frame for her pale blue eyes; her cute little nose was the same as always, cute and little; and her lips were as full and as red as ever. She glanced down at her body and was quite pleased with what she saw. Her tits were full, her waist trim, her legs long and slender. It's wonderful to be eighteen and beautiful, she thought to herself.
As she looked at her clothes, her slacks, blouse and sandals, she wondered again why Tony did not let the girls take their skimpy waitress uniforms home. It seemed to her that it would be much easier than changing at work. Ah well, she thought, it doesn't really matter. She got out of her car, locked the door, and headed for the diner.
The windows of the diner were darkened to keep sunlight out, and they were quite reflective. She watched herself as she walked to her first day of work and was pleased with the way her tits gently swayed and how clean and fresh her long, naturally blonde hair looked.
When she opened the door to the diner, a blast of air-conditioned coldness hit her in the face. Tony, tall and dark, stood behind the cash register taking money from a customer. He looked up at Karen and gave her a quick smile of flashing white teeth. When he was finished with the customer he walked over to her and proceeded to engulf her tiny hand with both of his large, dark ones.
"Hello, Karen" he said. "You look quite beautiful today."
"Thank you, Mr. Angelo."
The touch of his perfectly manicured hands sent a strange surge of warmth through her body. She knew, immediately, that this handsome fellow would play a large part in her sexual fantasies for many weeks to come.
"Please, Karen, call me Tony. All of the workers here are on a first-name basis with one another."
"Well, sure, Mr., er, Tony."
"There we go. Now, if you'll come with me, I'll get your uniform and show you where you can change."
He took his dark hands from her and she found herself wishing that he hadn't, or that he would place them in a more gratifying place. Come on, Karen, she told herself, you're just horny because you haven't had a good fuck in over a week. She thought briefly of Ben, whom she had broken up with a short time ago. She compared him with this handsome, middle-aged man and decided that Ben was like a boy next to this mature restaurant owner.
They made their way through the restaurant with Tony stopping occasionally to introduce her to the various waitresses and busboys who milled about the place. They made their way to the kitchen where the cook and dishwasher worked away at food and dirty dishes. Brief introductions were made and the two hardly seemed to notice Karen.
"Here is our time clock," Tony said, pointing to a large contraption bolted to the wall.
The card holder on the wall beside the clock was practically full. "I didn't realize so many people worked here," she said.
"This restaurant is a rather large operation," he said. "I doubt if we'll ever rival Exxon oil for size, but we're doing all right."
They both laughed and Tony produced a blank time card from somewhere and wrote across the top, in a fluid handwriting, Karen Woodward. Beside the name he drew a smiling face and they both laughed again.
"Go ahead and punch in," he said, handing her the card.
"Isn't it still too early?" "Go ahead," he urged.
She shrugged and pushed the card into the slot. Then she found an empty slot for her card and inserted it, which made her think of getting fucked. She briefly wished she hadn't split up with lusty Ben-at least she wouldn't have to walk around all horny . . .
"If you would be so good as to follow me, Karen ..."
A door off the kitchen opened to a small, clean, well-lit hallway. Three doors were on either side of the hallway. Tony led her to the last one and opened it for her. She entered and was surprised to see a rather nicely furnished office filled with plants. The green of the plants looked very nice with the brown wood panelling on the walls, the oak desk, the dark leather chair behind the desk, and the large, brown upholstered couch. On the desk was one of the skimpy uniforms which the waitresses at Tony's wore. Karen had heard other women complain about the tiny outfits, but she liked to consider herself a realist-one of the reasons the tips were bigger at Tony's than at any other restaurant in town was because of the skimpy outfits. And now that I'm living away from home, Karen thought, I need money.
Tony picked the uniform up off the desk and held it up to the young girl. "This should fit," he said.
Karen took the uniform and said, "Where can I change?"
"The room next to this one is the dressing room. I'll be over here when you're dressed." "Okay."
She left the office and made her way into the dressing room. A large, floor-length mirror adorned one of the walls, and she checked her appearance quickly before beginning to undress. As she unbuttoned her blouse she thought about Tony. His dark eyes seemed to pierce right through her and know every thought she was thinking. As she removed her blouse, she admired the way her tits filled out the cups of her bra. She always had had nice tits, or at least from about age thirteen, and she briefly wondered how many hundreds-thousands?-of men had ogled the way they swayed on her lithe frame. She had never lacked for attention from men of all ages, and she wondered how much of it was due to her big, soft tits. She remembered back to that first boy who stripped her shirt off her. She had to help him with the bra. She remembered how warm and tingly it made her feel when he put his mouth to her hard nipple and sucked at her tit.
When she pulled herself away from her reminiscence, she found, much to her surprise, that she had begun to stroke her tit through her bra. She gave herself one last caress and unbuttoned her slacks, trying not to think of the hot, itchy feeling in her moist pussy. As she pushed her black pants to the floor, she thought of how nice her legs looked-perfectly tanned, slender, yet muscular at the same time. She admired once again her almost nude figure in the mirror. Her gaze settled on the coils of pubic hair which were visible through her white panties, and she found herself thinking of that young boy who had first shown her how magical a long, hard cock could be . . .
* * *
When Karen had left with her uniform to change, Tony Angelo quickly went to work. With a suction cup which he kept in a drawer in his desk he pulled loose a sheet of wood panelling which was held in place by Velcro squares. And there she was-the voluptuous young girl with the tremendous tits. Every man has an addiction, whether it be alcohol, stamps or old cars. Tony Angelo's was women. And, as with most addictions, he would pay through the nose to support it. The two-way mirror had cost quite a bit, yet it was worth every penny. He remembered all of the times he and Joyce, the attractive, older waitress who had been with the restaurant almost as long as he had owned it, had screwed right in this room while watching one or two of the sexy young girls strip down.
Karen had removed her blouse and Tony admired the way her tits thrust outward. He lit a cigarette as he studied the girl-the lithe waist, the taut muscles in her stomach, the tits. As Tony inhaled on his cigarette, the girl suddenly stopped undressing and stared off into space for a moment. Her hands, as though they were acting independently of her, moved to her tits. She began to stroke her huge tits and Tony felt his cock beginning to harden in his pants. Tony grinned, thinking of how he had been right about the girl-she was horny. He had guessed it from the moment he had seen her walk into the restaurant today-the way she had given his body the once over, the slightly flushed look in her cheeks. He had sensed it, and he had been right.
The girl quickly broke herself away from her thoughts and caressed her tits one last time before undoing her slacks and pushing them down to the floor. Tony admired the way her slender legs moved as she stepped out of the pants. Then, suddenly, she was lost in her thoughts again, staring directly into the mirror. Her hands ran along her legs, up and down her thighs. Then she quickly pulled down her panties and jammed the fingers of her right hand into the thick bush of blonde hair which surrounded her pussy.
He stood, put his cigarette in an ashtray, and walked over to the other side of his desk. He pulled open a drawer and removed a camera and a box of flash cubes. He knew he was going to get some great shots for his album, what with the way the girl was moaning and masturbating at such a frantic pace.
He began clicking shots of his beautiful young employee, stopping only when he saw her mouth two wonderful words. He quickly put his camera away, replaced the panelling, crushed out his cigarette, and headed for the room next door, thinking of the words the girl's silent mouth had formed: "Oh, Tony . . . " The quick rap at the door shocked Karen out of her lusty fantasy which contained her, Tony, and a water bed.
"How's it going in there?" Tony's smooth voice came quickly on the heels of his knock.
"Uh, fine," she said quickly.
"Okay. Come into my office when you're through."
Damn, Karen thought-double damn. She was so horny now that she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her mind on her work, and she wanted to keep this job. She quickly pulled her skimpy uniform on, wishing she could have finished masturbating. She brushed her hair and stowed her clothing and purse in an empty locker in the room, securing it with the padlock she had bought the other day.
She checked her appearance one last time before leaving the dressing room. She made her way to Tony's office and knocked softly on the door.
"Come in."
He was seated at his desk, smoking a cigarette and looking over some papers. He glanced up at her and said, "Have a seat," gesturing toward the leather couch.
She sat down primly and crossed her legs, trying to ignore the hot feeling between her legs.
After a moment, Tony put the papers down on the desk and stood. He walked to the front of the desk and leaned against it, and Karen couldn't believe how damned sexy he looked standing there.
"How would you like to talk a bit before beginning your duties?" he asked.
"Sure, I'd love to. But I don't want to waste much more of your time."
"Don't worry about it-I like to get to know my employees; things run smoother that way."
"Oh, great-I mean, that's a good way to run a restaurant, I think."
"I think so, too. If my employees know me and trust me, they'll tell me things I should know about running this place." He inhaled on his cigarette. "Anybody's suggestion is worth listening to!"
"That seems like a good way of running things. I think I'm going to like working here."
"I think I'm going to like having you here."
She smiled, looking at his tall, lean body and undressing him mentally. When she looked at his pants, she was quite surprised to see a small bulge. She didn't know what to say to him. She supposed it was natural for a man to get an erection looking at her, what with the sexy way she was dressed, but she couldn't understand why Tony hadn't stayed behind the desk where his hard-on couldn't be seen.
"I know I'm going to like working here," she finally said, and batted her long, dark eyelashes at him a few times.
"Yes, I'm sure you will. Now tell me, Karen, are you feeling well? I noticed that your cheeks seem somewhat flushed." When he trailed off at the end of the sentence, he smiled innocently at her.
"Yes, Tony, I'm feeling just fine." With this she stared openly at the erection in his pants. "I think I'm feeling about the same way you are."
He smiled and stepped toward her. "You're sure you're not feeling feverish?" he asked. "Maybe I should check." He put a hand on her forehead and said, "Yes, I do feel a definite warmth there."
"Well that's strange, I don't feel at all warm there. In a few other spots I'm literally roasting, however."
He moved his hand down to her cheek, caressing it lightly. "Is that the spot?" he asked.
"No, it's down lower."
He stood directly before her and she watched how his cock began to strain against his pants. It seemed to be quite a large prick, and she put her hand out to it to see just how big it was. She gripped it through Tony's expensive pants and stroked it a couple of times-yes, it was quite large.
"Is this where you're hot, Karen?" Tony asked, caressing her neck. "Still lower, Tony."
She unzipped his fly and reached inside with her hand. She found the entrance to his jockey shorts and felt his hot prick quivering with its engorgement of blood. She ran her fingers along the length of it, thinking that it had to be at least eight inches long, and then pulled it out from his pants. She watched as her tender caresses made it grow hard in her hand.
"Maybe this is the spot, darling?"
He plunged his hand down the front of her low-cut uniform and the touch of his hand against her tit sent a quiver of heat down her spine to her wet, itching pussy.
"It's one of the spots, Tony."
She leaned forward to get a closer look at his long, thick cock, and thought of what it would be like to have this piece of prick buried in her to the hilt. It truly was a beautiful prick, and she took it in her mouth to see what it tasted like. The spongy head was the size of a plum, but it didn't taste at all like any plum she had ever had. The cockhead was almost salty, and when she inserted it into her mouth she felt a small droplet of cum ooze its way out the slit. She lapped at it with her tongue, and moaned under her breath when Tony pinched the nipple of her left tit.
"That is the spot, isn't it, baby?"
She didn't say anything, as she happened to have a full mouth at the time. She pushed her lips along the length of his cock until half of it was in her. She lapped at it with her tongue, slapping it up against the roof of her mouth.
"Christ, Christ . . . that's great, Karen-God, you give great head, you really do ... " She brought a hand up to play with his hairy balls. She stroked them as she swallowed more of his long cock, sucking in her cheeks to increase the pressure against the prick.
"Mmm, so good ... I think I may have to sit down ..."
She pulled her mouth away from his luscious cock and watched as he kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants and shorts. She admired his lean, muscular legs, and thought of how good it would be to wrap her legs around his lean hips and feel his thick cock stroke into her.
He sat down beside her and said, "Why don't you take your clothes off, too?"
"Sure ..."
She had to have one more taste of his cock first, though, so she put her pursed lips to the large cockhead that was shining with her spit. She flicked her tongue out and pushed his prick from side to side, then grasped its base and lowered her open mouth onto it. She slowly and luxuriously licked it as she pushed her mouth down until over half of it was in her mouth. She paused there and pushed it up against the roof of her mouth, all the while flaring her nostrils for air.
"Oh baby, you suck so good, so fucking good."
She thought that she hadn't yet shown him anything. Just wait until his whole cock was shoved in her mouth and down her throat . . .
She lowered her mouth further on his long, thick prick, sucking in with her cheeks the whole way. She felt it sliding down her throat, and then felt her nose brush against the black coils of his pubic hair. She pushed down one last inch, until her face was buried in his hair, and realized that he had no more cock-she had ingested it all.
"My God," he moaned. "Oh my God-this is unbelievable-you're so good, baby. I never would have figured you for a deep throat artist."
She held his cock in her mouth for a long moment, listening with a certain amount of pride to his moans, then slowly pulled her mouth back up the length of his prick, squeezing tightly with her lips and cheeks.
"Oh, baby, baby ..."
Only the cockhead was in her mouth and she lapped at it with her tongue for a short time before removing her mouth completely from his cock. At some other time, she decided, she would want to suck him until he came in her mouth, spurting his cum over her teeth and gums and down her throat, but right now she had to have this long cock buried in her cunt, fucking her and fucking her until they both came.
"Baby, that was really something." He wrapped his arms around her and she wasn't at all surprised to find that he was very strong and hard underneath the shirt he still wore. Their lips met and he shot his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cock, she thought. The expert way he moved his tongue inside her made her think of how it would feel in her pussy.
"Take your clothes off now baby."
She stood on somewhat shaky legs and pulled her silk stockings down over her legs. She set them on his desk, took off her panties, then the rest of her uniform. When she turned around, completely naked, she noticed that the couch had been turned into a bed. Tony sat cross-legged on the bed and eyed her body with more than a little lust in his eyes.
"You're beautiful," he said, and patted the bed beside him. "Come and join me."
She sat beside him on the bed and put her arms around his neck. She ran her hands through his hair and said, "I really need this fuck, Tony."
"I'm glad. I do too."
He ran his hands down her back, caressing here, kneading there, and she felt that familiar hot need run through her. He put both his hands to the cheeks of her ass and spread them enough to get a finger on her asshole.
"Oh, I love to be touched there ..."
"I love to touch you there."
He pushed a finger into her tight, puckered asshole and she felt as though she were melting like hot butter. He pushed her down so she lay on her back.
"Kiss me, Tony, kiss me ... " He brought his lips toward hers but she shook her head and put a hand down to her cunt. He smiled and took his hand from her asshole and put it up on her tit, squeezing it and fondling the hard, pink nipple.
"Kiss me, Tony, please."
"Sure, sure, all in time ..."
He kissed her tit first, holding the hard nipple between his lips and sucking on it. She felt shivers run down her spine and she realized that having her tits kissed felt as good as that first time, so many years ago.
He buried his head between her tits, kissing and licking wherever his mouth went, and it seemed like forever before he moved his mouth down her body, finally heading for her cunt, the place where she wanted him so badly.
"Tony, french my cunt, Tony. Eat me out-come on, do it. Please, I need it so bad."
Down he went on her, his mouth stopping only long enough to give her belly-button a quick kiss and lick.
"My pussy, Tony, my pussy."
When he reached her thatch of blonde pubic hair, so dark it was almost brown, she spread her legs to give his searching lips access to her moist, pink cunt.
"Now. Now. Kiss me, Tony."
He flicked his tongue through her coils of hair, licking and lapping at her so that he resembled a cat cleaning itself. He had a strangely contented look on his face, as though this was what he lived for, to bury his mouth in the open cunt of a beautiful young girl.
"Now, Tony-kiss my cunt now."
Finally he put his lips to her hot cunt and gave it a tender kiss. Karen felt her body spasm and jerk, and when he gave her another, longer kiss, she felt as if she would cum.
"Oh, Tony, tongue me. Tony, your tongue."
He shot his tongue into her open cunt and she jumped beneath him. Again and again his tongue darted into her. Karen couldn't remember the last time she had ever been eaten out so well. He went back to kissing her cunt again, lavishly caressing every part he could reach with his lips. He brushed a hot spot, and she jerked again.
He pulled his mouth from her and said, "We fuck now."
Usually she didn't like to be ordered around in bed, but for some reason she enjoyed it from this man.
"Yes, Tony, we fuck now."
She spread her legs even farther apart, knowing her cunt would have to be as wide open as possible for his huge cock. She brought her knees up to her shoulders and clenched the backs of her thighs with her hands.
Tony got between her legs and looked down at her with a huge smile. "Do you want to be fucked now, Karen?"
"Yes, Tony, please fuck me now." He put his cock against the entrance to her cunt and pushed against her. At first he made no headway, but she felt her pussy widening and suddenly the huge head of his cock was splaying wide the lips of her tight cunt.
"Unnngggg . . . Tony-do it to me." She felt his cock rubbing tight against the soft walls of her cunt and she knew she had never before been so filled by a man.
"Tony, you're so fucking big. Oh, Tony . . . " Suddenly his whole cock was buried in her to the hilt and their pubic hairs intermingled. She clenched his hips tightly with his thighs and wrapped her legs around his back, crossing her feet as she did so. They lay like that for a moment, and it was not until she put her lips to his neck and began to kiss him that he pulled his cock back out of her pussy, back all the way to his cockhead, and then plunged back into her.
"Unnngggg . . . God-so good-fuck me, Tony, fuck me. Do it to me. Unnnnggggg!"
He stroked into her ever so slowly, filling her cunt more completely than it ever had been, giving her a fuck that was like no other. She moved her hips in rhythm with his, humping up into his cock to take in as much of it as she could. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, darting her tongue out as his cock drove into her.
"You're so tight-so tight, baby ..."
His compliment made her want to fuck him all the harder, give him the best fuck she was capable of.
"Fuck me. Oh baby, fuck me hard-so good-such a big cock you have-what a cock. Unngggg, gonna cum."
She had had her eyes closed but now she opened them to look at his face. It was contorted in a grimace of pleasure. She had to smile, thinking that he was enjoying the fuck just as much as she.
He stroked into her more slowly, pausing at the end of each long thrust into her pussy. She knew he was about to cum, and she knew she was about to, also.
"Tony, gonna cum-gonna cum, Tony."
She came on his next thrust into her, exploding like a dozen sticks of dynamite. He pushed into her one, two, three more times, and then his body shook and quivered as he shot his cum deep into her cunt.
He pulled out of her and stretched out on the bed beside her. He stroked her hair, her tits, and the open, warm spot between her legs.
She put her hand to his long, thick cock and held it while it went soft. She wished they could stay in this bed all day long, fucking and sucking as they pleased.
Tony gave her a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Karen. I really needed that. I've been under a lot of pressure lately."
"Tell me about it."
He climbed off the bed and got a cigarette. "Do you smoke?" he asked her. When she nodded, he handed her a cigarette and brought an ashtray over. He sat it between them and lit their cigarettes and said,. "It's my son, Andy. His mother and I were divorced years ago. Apparently he can't stand living with her anymore either, so he's coming out to stay with me. Christ, what do I know about being a father to a teenager?"
She stroked his hair and said, "I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure. I kind of ran out on him when he was a kid and I don't think he's forgiven me for it." He grinned cynically. "I think I'm just the lesser of two evils."
Karen rubbed her hand along Tony's belly and felt heat rising in her cunt again-she wished they could fuck just one more time before getting out of the bed and dressing for work.
"Are you going to have him work here?"
He nodded. "He can wash dishes, or something like that. He says he's not at all interested in the restaurant business, but I don't know-maybe it'll grow on him." He stared off into space for a moment, casually smoking. "It would be nice to take him in as a partner someday, even give him the whole business when I decide to retire ..."
She began to stroke his soft cock, hoping she could get him good and horny before he decided they should get to work.
"I know what you're thinking, dear, but we have work to do."
"Damn."
He took her hand, removed it from his prick, smiled at her and said, "Drag yourself out of the sack beautiful. Time to go to work."
Reluctantly she dragged herself out of the bed and began to dress.
CHAPTER TWO
"Yes, I'll have the soup and salad-blue cheese dressing-and just water to drink," the cute young guy with all the muscles said.
"Would you like anything else, Sir?" Karen asked.
He smiled at her and it was one of those smiles which always brought her to her knees. "Your phone number, Miss."
She smiled back and said, "It's not on the menu."
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, such is life I suppose."
"It can be a drag at times." She went to deliver his order and pick up for table seven. She passed Joyce, one of the older waitresses, whom she liked very much. Joyce had quite a figure for one pushing forty, and Karen had to admit that she looked just as nice as any of the other, younger, waitresses.
Joyce smiled and winked at her and said, "I wish that guy was at my station."
He is cute, Karen thought, but made no reply to Joyce.
"Yeah," she went on, "he is quite a good-looking young man. I'd give him my phone number if I were you."
"I might just do that."
She took another order, poured some coffee, picked up a nice tip, and helped Billy, the young, shy busboy, clear a table before the cook poured her customer's soup. Kurt, the huge, Prussian cook, was a whiz at getting the hard orders out fast, but he seemed to take an awful long time on something as simple as pouring a cup of soup.
At least it gave her time to help Billy, she thought to herself. BilLy was utterly fascinating to her. Billy was young and had the looks of a professional model, but for some reason was very, very shy around every girl he came into contact with. Without understanding why, Karen found herself trying to flirt with him. It certainly wasn't because she was fascinated with the quiet type; quite the contrary, she liked the extroverted, outgoing man who made all the moves. "How's it going, Billy?" "Fine, Karen."
Two words-that seemed to be Billy's maximum. "Are they working you hard?" "Not really."
It drove her batty, trying to start a conversation with this young Greek god who was frightened out of his pants by the sight of a girl.
"So how's your sex life, Bill?" she asked while carrying one of the full bus pans back to the kitchen with him.
He turned a very deep red and could think of nothing to say to her except, "Uh, thank you for helping me, Karen."
"More than two words, I can't believe it!" She pecked him on the forehead and said, "Think nothing of it, Billy. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."
He turned red again and Karen went to pick up the cute young man's soup. When she took it to him, she quickly made out his check and on the back wrote: "Come again, Karen," and followed that with her phone number.
The rest of her time before her lunch break went somewhat less dramatically, except for her occasional flirtations with Billy. When lunchtime did come, she found that Joyce was taking her break at the same time. They sat at a vacant table and broke open their sack lunches.
"Did you give him your phone number?" Joyce asked her.
Karen nodded and gave the older woman a quick smile. "He sure as hell was a cute guy. And did you see those shoulders on him? He must have been a football player or something. Has he ever stopped in here before?"
"Not that I've noticed. And if he had, I surely would have noticed."
"Yeah, I can see why." She took a bite of her tuna fish sandwich and said, "That Billy is pretty nice looking himself."
Joyce nodded. "The kid's just too damn shy, that's all." She chuckled. "When he first started working here, I tried to get a thing going with him-I mean, how many people do you run across who look like Errol Flynn and Robert Redford combined? But if I had wanted to get him in bed, I would have had to knock him out and tie him down. He's a weird bird, that's for damn sure."
"I think he's just shy," Karen said, finishing off half of her sandwich. "He's a virgin, no doubt, and he's just a little bit afraid of girls."
There was silence for a moment and then Joyce looked at Karen with a strange shine in her eyes. "Are you afraid of girls, honey?"
Karen didn't quite know what to say, but she felt a familiar warmth well up in her cunt. "I don't think I know what you mean, Joyce."
"Then I'll have to make my meaning more clear." She stood up, holding the rest of her sack lunch. "We have twenty-five minutes left before we have to get back to work, and I'm going to spend it in the dressing room eating my tasty little piece of chocolate cream pie. You're more than welcome to join me."
Karen watched Joyce's hourglass figure as she walked away from her, and when she thought of how they would eat that chocolate pie her cunt grew unbearably hot and itchy. She found herself wondering what a pussy would taste like, what pussy and chocolate pie would taste like.
She quickly stuffed the rest of her sandwich in her paper bag and headed for the dressing room.
CHAPTER THREE
Joyce turned around quickly to look at Karen when the young girl opened the door to the dressing room.
"I'm glad you came."
"I hope to cum again."
"I hope you do too, honey."
The beautiful, middle-aged woman moved toward Karen and took her in her arms. Karen felt herself tensing when Joyce's lips covered hers, but as soon as the soft, sensitive tongue of the older woman shot into her mouth she felt herself relax.
"Now that wasn't so bad-was it, honey?" Karen shook her head.
"Have you ever made love with a woman, Karen?" "No."
"Then you're in for a treat."
Joyce kissed her again, this time with more enthusiasm, and Karen felt her own tongue instinctively shooting back into the beautiful woman's mouth. Joyce ran her hands down the younger girl's back, stopping when she reached her pert, full ass. She stroked her ass gently for a moment, then gripped both cheeks tightly.
"Oh, Karen, hurry, take your clothes off."
Karen quickly unzipped her uniform and pulled it off.
They hung their uniforms up and Joyce said, "Can I take your bra off for you? I love to undress my lovers."
"Sure."
Joyce unhooked the young girl's bra from behind. When she slid it off her shoulders, she moved her hands to Karen's full, hard-nippled breasts and lightly caressed them. She put her mouth to the young girl's neck and Karen felt shivers run up and down her spine.
"Do you like that, honey?"
Karen nodded and clasped Joyce's hands with her own. With agonizing slowness she brought them down her belly to her waist.
"Undress me the rest of the way, Joyce."
"Sure, honey."
Joyce pulled down Karen's silk stockings, tickling her legs with her fingers the entire way. Then she brought her hands back up the young girl's body to the panties, Karen's only remaining article of clothing.
"I can't wait to see your pussy, honey, I really can't. I bet it tastes just delicious. Do you like haying your pussy eaten, honey?"
Karen nodded quickly and said, "Hurry, please." . Joyce laughed and hooked her fingers into the panties. She pulled them down ever so slowly, smiling as she saw more and more of the dark golden hair being revealed. At last the whole of Karen's cunt was revealed and Joyce immediately put her lips to it.
"Oh my God, that feels so good. Eat me, Joyce, eat me ... " "Sure, sure-let me get undressed first, though."
Joyce finished pulling off the young girl's panties and pointed to a chair facing the mirror. "Have a seat."
"Sure."
Karen watched intently as Joyce's hourglass figure slowly became revealed to her. First the skimpy pink uniform, and Karen was surprised to see that Joyce's skin was almost the same color as the uniform-the older woman with the beautiful black hair obviously didn't get much sun. Then came the bra, and Karen realized that Joyce's tits were even larger than her own.
"You're beautiful, Joyce."
"Thank you, honey. You are, too, but I'm sure you know that-it's so obvious."
"A girl still likes to be told."
They both giggled at that.
The silk stockings came off next.
"And now for the panties, honey."
Joyce's panties were lacy little black things, and just looking at them made the itchy feeling in Karen's cunt even more unbearable. She dropped her hand down into her forest of blonde hair and began to delicately massage the puffy pink lips of her pussy.
"Oh Christ, that really turns me on, Karen-watching you masturbate like that."
"I'm glad."
Joyce hooked her fingers in her panties and tantalizingly pulled them down off her hips. There was quite a bit of hair around her cunt, Karen noticed. When the panties fell to the floor at Joyce's feet, the older woman stepped out of them and quickly walked over to where Karen sat.
"Do you like my pussy, honey?"
Karen nodded down at the lovely woman who crouched between her spread legs.
"I know I like yours," Joyce said when she put her mouth to Karen's cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, Joyce ..."
The older woman's expert mouth felt wonderful on Karen's hot pussy, sending shivery spasms through her. Joyce shot her tongue into the younger girl's yawning cunt, tasting and exploring the sensitive pink pussy.
"Tongue me . . . tongue me. Do it to me, Joyce. Oh yeah, so fucking good."
The older woman's gentle mouth seemed to set Karen on fire. She began bouncing up and down in the chair and grabbed Joyce's shoulders.
"Do it to me-oh baby, do it to me. My pussy tastes so good, doesn't it, lover. Unngggghhhh!"
Joyce did not answer the young girl, so engrossed was she in the luscious hair-lined pussy that lay open before her like a banquet. She gripped the cheeks of Karen's ass tightly with her hands and forcibly pulled her forward on the chair to get at the moist cunt more easily. Her head seemed almost buried in Karen's cunt, so intent was she on sucking and licking at the flowing cunt juices which poured forth from Karen. She shot her tongue avidly between the pouting lips of Karen's cunt, enjoying how the soft pussy felt against the sensitive flesh of her tongue as much as Karen enjoyed the attentions her pussy was getting.
"Suck me-suck me-suck me, lover. Do it to me. Yeah, make me cum. Do it to me."
Joyce took one of her hands away from Karen's ass. She stroked the young girl's open pussy for a time before taking two of her fingers and suddenly ramming them up the open cunt.
"Unnnnnnggggg-Jesus-sweet Jesus, that feels so good-my God, so good." Watching herself moan and buck up and down in the mirror only com- pounded Karen's lust, and she found that she was being turned on by Joyce in a way that had never happened to her before.
"Joyce, oh Joyce-do it to me. Gonna cum ..."
Karen continued to buck up off the chair into Joyce's face. Faster and faster she humped, losing her inhibitions until she was saying nothing more than "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... " over and over again.
Finally she came, in a way she never had before, as though someone had truly planted a bomb in her cunt which had chosen this moment to finally explode.
She fell back in the chair, fully spent. Joyce lavished Karen's cunt with one final kiss, then slapped her gently on the thigh.
"We have time enough for you to suck me off, honey, if you still want to know what a pussy tastes like."
"Do I!"
In a moment Karen was off the chair and hugging the older woman. She brought her hand quickly down to Joyce's hair-fringed cunt and inserted a tentative finger. She found herself surprised at how very wet the older woman was; she decided that eating her out would be quite an interesting experience.
"Have a seat, lover." Karen was becoming bolder.
"Sure thing." Joyce smiled, sat down in the chair and spread her legs wide. Karen looked down at the woman's yawning cunt, wondering if she would do very well at eating her out. Well, she decided, the only way to learn how to do anything was by practicing-everybody knew that. She knelt down between Joyce's open legs and slowly began to lower her head down to the woman's cunt. She could smell its muskiness quite strongly while still a few inches away, and she decided she liked the smell. It was like the smell of sex itself-exotic.
Joyce smiled down at her, put a hand on her shoulder, and said, "Just do whatever comes natural, honey-when you're eating a pussy you can do practically no wrong."
Karen carefully put her mouth to the womann's pussy and gave it a slow, thoughtful kiss. She kissed it again, in a different spot, then again, and this time with more fervor.
"Mmm, you'd think you had been doing this for years, honey-you're wonderful ..."
Joyce's compliment spurred Karen on. She began to dart her tongue out as she kissed, marveling at how good the soft, pink folds of Joyce's cunt felt on her sensitive tongue. When she pushed her tongue into the wide, mysterious pussy cavern as far as it would go and then slowly pulled it back out, Joyce began to writhe on the chair and moan.
"So good-so fucking good ..."
Karen was delighted with the way she could make this older, more experienced person tremble with excitement. She moved her lips and tongue farther up Joyce's cunt and suddenly the woman was bouncing up in the chair and moaning even louder than before.
"There, there-that's the spot. Christ-kiss me there-tongue me there. Ohhhhh . . . ungggghhhhh . . . do it to me-so fucking good! That's the spot, honey!"
Karen kept her mouth on Joyce's sensitive spot, slowly tonguing it and nuzzling it with her lips. Then she began to shoot her tongue into the folds of the older woman's pussy at a faster pace-in and out and in and out-tongue fucking her as well as she could, instinctively doing what she thought was the right thing.
"Ohhhh, so fucking good, oh, do it to me. Tongue me, honey-tongue me-that's it."
Faster and faster Karen's tongue darted, sucking and licking at the wet cunt, tasting the sweet pussy juices. She clenched Joyce's ass with her hands and pushed a finger toward her asshole, knowing how much she liked it herself when a lover shoved a finger up her ass while eating her out. By the way the older woman jumped when she felt Karen's finger push up into her asshole, Karen instinctively knew that she had done the right thing.
"Ohhhh . . . God ... I love that. I really love that, honey-it's so fucking good. It makes me feel like I'm just melting all over the place."
Joyce was humping her cunt up into Karen's face in rhythm with the younger girl's darting tongue, smearing the juices of her wet pussy all over the girl's face.
"Gonna cum . . . gonna cummmmmmm-" Joyce was pushing her hips up more slowly, and Karen knew that the older woman was about to cum. She couldn't wait to find out how delicious a woman tasted when she came. Joyce's hands were clenched tight into Karen's shoulders and she wrapped her legs around the girl's back.
"Here goes-here goes, honey. Gonna cum, God."
Joyce clenched the young girl hard one last time and then sank back in the chair, moaning and murmuring.
The older woman's pussy was much wetter than it had been, and Karen licked up the juices, marveling at their taste.
"Do you like my flavor, honey?" the older woman asked as she stroked the young girl's soft cheek.
Karen nodded and spoke for the first time in quite a long while. "You're delicious, Joyce-fucking delicious. I've never tasted anything like it. Now I know why some guys love to eat pussy so much!"
As she said it she thought of Tony, and when she looked up at Joyce she got the impression that the older woman knew whom she was thinking of.
"Tony sure likes to eat pussy," the older woman said finally, and Karen found herself wondering how she knew about their quick fuck in his office.
"Oh, does he?" Karen asked innocently.
Joyce laughed and said, "You don't have to play coy with me, lover-I know all about you and Tony fucking and sucking away at each other. His taste was all over your cunt, if nothing else."
Karen felt herself blushing, and the older woman laughed again and bent down to kiss her full on the lips.
"I think it was a turn-on, frankly, tasting Tony on you. God, it was fucking great. And I don't care if you fuck him. I see him a lot, and we fuck quite often, but I don't own him or anything."
Karen could think of nothing to say so she got up and began to dress.
"That's a good idea. Lunch break is almost over-oh damn, we never did eat that chocolate pie!"
Her concern over not eating the chocolate pie out of Karen's pussy made the girl laugh. She went over to the woman who was dressed in her bra and panties and hugged her. "We can eat it some other time, lover."
Joyce laughed, hugged the young girl back and patted her on her ass. "I suppose you're right."
They didn't speak for quite some time, until they were almost fully dressed. Joyce asked, "Did Tony mention anything about his son coming to live with him?"
Karen nodded.
"What did he say?"
The young girl shrugged. "Not much; he was just a little worried about how they would get along."
"Yeah, except he's more than a little worried. Andy is still mad at him for running out on him when he was just a kid. The kid came to visit Tony once when he was fifteen-a really cute kid, looks just like his dad, except he's stronger-really big muscles. They actually got into a fistfight in the back parking lot. They really hurt each other bad." "You're kidding!"
"No, I saw it with my own eyes. I just hope they get along better this time. That kid can be a real pain in the ass when he's mad."
Joyce inhaled again on her cigarette, fixed her hair quickly in the mirror and said, "Come on, we have to get to work."
CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of Karen's workday went somewhat less excitingly. She served food efficiently, scooped up her tips, and flirted with shy, young Billy every chance she had. Something about the reserved busboy moved some kind of motherly instinct in her, and she found herself wondering, as the day went on, what it would be like to take the handsome young boy's virginity.
At eight o'clock, the end of her workday, and Billy's too, strangely enough, she trapped him coming out of the men's restroom. She practically had to use a body block to keep her from slipping past him in the small hallway.
"Uh, hi, Karen ..." he hoarsely murmured. "Hi, Billy. Going home now?"
He quickly nodded and tried again to get by her, but to no avail.
"Do you have a car?"
He shook his head., "Well, I do. How would you like a ride home? Maybe we could stop for a cup of coffee along the way."
"Well-" He was sweating profusely and Karen inwardly grinned at his youthful shyness. She had him practically pressed against a wall so that they were only inches apart. She wondered what her skimpily clad, voluptuous body was doing to him, and when she glanced down at his pants she wasn't at all surprised to see his cock pushing hard against the fly of his pants. She licked her lips erotically and pushed in harder against him, almost touching his chest with her huge, thrusting tits.
"It wouldn't be any trouble at all, Billy."
"Well, I guess so. Uh, thanks."
"Sure thing. You just wait here while I change my clothes-unless you'd like to come and help me."
The bulge in his pants rose even more, and the look of shock on his face made her want to unzip his fly right there and suck him off.
"God, Karen, I couldn't do that-I mean, you're just kidding, right?"
She laughed and said, "You just wait right here, honey, while I change."
She scampered past him toward the dressing room and patted him on his cute ass as she did so. He jumped as if somebody had slugged him and she had to suppress the laughter that welled up within her.
In the dressing room she changed quickly, thinking of the young boy with the huge bulge in his pants, wondering what it would be like to have his virginal cock pumping away in her. The salacious thought made her pussy grow hot and moist, and she had an unbearable itch which desperately needed scratching.
As she dressed in her street clothes, a nice thought came to her. She decided to leave her bra off, wondering how the sight of her bouncing tits would affect the young boy. She thought about pinching her nipples so they would stand out through the fabric, but noticed they were already hard with horniness. She brushed her hair out before leaving the dressing room, giving it a wild, untamed look that she knew turned on men of all ages.
She left the dressing room and glanced around for Billy. Not finding him, she made her way outside to see if he was waiting there, hoping all the while that he hadn't chickened out and gone home. Happily, she noticed him waiting outside by her car, his hands in his pockets, pushing at the front of his pants to hide his hard cock.
She waved to him and pranced across the parking lot to where he waited. Just the sight of his beautiful, virginal body standing there was enough to make the itch in her cunt become almost unbearable.
"Hi, sweetie," she said to the young busboy as she unlocked the passenger side car door.
"Uh, hi, Karen."
"I'm glad you waited for me."
He blushed and she pulled open the door for him. As he climbed in she patted his cute ass for the second time that day, thinking of how it would feel when his pants and shorts were off.
She walked around to the driver's side of the sharp little sports car her parents had given her for her sixteenth birthday, over two years ago, and was delighted to find that the young boy had unlocked her door for her. As she climbed into her car she bounced a little more than was necessary and was happy to see how he ogled her huge, jiggling tits.
"Thank you for unlocking my door," she said to him when she had fully seated herself. She put a hand out and caressed his cheek. "That was very sweet of you." She was delighted with the way he cringed only slightly under her gentle touch.
"Well, it was no big deal ..."
She glanced down at his pants before starting her car, and happily noticed that his erection had not shrunk in the slightest. She said, "Tell me about yourself, Bill," and then started her car.
"Well," he said as they pulled out of the parking lot, "there's really not much to tell. I just go to school and go to work and go home like everybody else." He paused for a moment before adding, "Make a left here."
She lived to the right, so that was the way she turned.
"Hey, Karen ..."
"Now what's wrong, Bill? I thought we could take a little ride before I took you home. Do you like the sound of that?"
"Well, sure, I guess so-but, I mean, I don't really understand why-I mean, you're so pretty and all, and so much older than me-well, why are you paying so much attention to me?"
His imprecise speech pattern would have annoyed her very much in an older man, but in him she found it compellingly attractive. "I think you're a very nice person-that's why, Billy. I just want to get to know you better. Haven't you ever had a girl interested in you before?"
Billy's face grew a bright red and he began to say, "Sure," but changed his mind for some reason and decided not to lie.
"No, Karen."
Karen turned on to the road that led to the apartment complex where she shared a place with a girlfriend of hers.
"Well I surely can't understand why, Billy-you're so nice looking, and you're polite-you should have dozens of girls falling at your feet."
He blushed again and said, "Thank you." He was quiet until she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. "I guess it's because I'm so shy," he said.
Karen parked her car and said, "There's no reason for you to be shy, Billy. Come on, I'll show you my place."
He somewhat hesitantly opened the car door, taking one final look at her jiggling tits. He climbed out of the car slowly, carefully locking the door behind him.
Karen quickly walked around to the other side of the car and took the young boy's arm in hers. "Come on, maybe I can find something to drink. Do you like wine?"
"Uh, well, I've never had much wine before ..."
"You'll love it. As a matter of fact, I think you'll love a few other things, too."
She pressed his arm with her tit, making it look as though it were an accident. From the way he shook, she thought he was going to fall over in shock.
She led the way toward her apartment on the first floor of the complex, pressing into Billy's thin, youthful body with hers, playfully rubbing her tit on his arm and her full ass against his thigh. She was delighted to see how huge his cock was getting in his pants.
"Here we are," she said when they came to her apartment.
"Oh, uh, are you sure you want to invite me in? I mean, I really should get home ..."
Now now, you can call your parents and tell them you have to work late, or something like that. Or tell them you're at a young lady's house. I'm sure they would understand-I mean, they must have been young once."
She unlocked the door to her apartment and had to give his cringing body a shove before he stepped across the threshold. She threw her purse on an easy, chair near the door and helped him off with his jacket.
"Go ahead and call your parents. Then put a record on, if you like. I'll find some wine."
She found half a bottle of cheap wine in her refrigerator, the kind of stuff her roommate, Gail, liked to drink. She poured two large glasses of it, almost finishing the bottle, and carried them into the living room, where Billy was just hanging up the phone.
"Have a seat," she said, gesturing toward a comfortable, small sofa. She sat beside him, pressing his thigh lightly with hers, and handed him his drink.
"You have a nice place."
"I like it."
She watched him as he took a tentative sip of the wine. He seemed to like it and took a great gulp of it.
"You're a virgin, aren't you, Billy?"
He blushed again, which turned her on more than any amount of macho blustering could. He nodded quickly.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Billy. I mean, everybody was a virgin at some time or another."
His beautiful hair practically begged her to run her fingers through it, so she did so, marveling at how thick it was.
He took another deep gulp of his wine, his hand visibly shaking.
"You have beautiful hair, Billy."
"You do, too, Karen."
"You can touch mine if you want to." . He slowly reached out with his hand to touch her long, blonde hair. He ran his fingers through it slowly at first, then harder, and he surprised her when he pulled her by her hair to his warm lips.
When he shot his tongue into her mouth, she grabbed at him," pressing her enormous tits against his chest.
"Billy, oh, Billy, I want you to fuck me. God, fuck me. Fuck me, please ..."
She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and ran a hand inside it, feeling his smooth chest and tweaking his nipple into hardness. He kept kissing her as she did so-not very well, but with enough enthusiasm to make up for it. She pulled herself away from his mouth just long enough to unbutton her blouse, freeing her tits so he could get at them with his hands and mouth.
"You can play with my tits if you want to, Billy ..."
He reached a hand out to tweak one of her nipples then moaned and buried his face in her soft flesh. She stroked his head as he kissed her nipples and leaned back on the sofa, letting the warm shivers run through her to her cunt.
"Do you like my tits, Billy?"
"Mm-hmm," he said to her nipple.
"I bet you have a beautiful cock ..."
She put her hand to the bulge in his pants and unzipped his fly. She reached through the fly in his shorts and ran her hand along his cock, pinching the large cockhead.
"Do you like that, Billy? Do you want me to pull it out and suck it? I'm a really great cocksucker, if you want to know the truth."
"Yeah, God, Karen-suck my cock."
It was his turn to lean back on the couch as she pulled his prick out of his pants. She complimented him on how large and beautiful it was, stroking its loose flesh until it was as hard as it could possibly get. Then she lowered her face to it and planted a huge, wet kiss on its head.
"Ohhhh, Karen, suck my cock."
"Sure, sure ..."
She opened her mouth wide and dropped it over the large prick which pointed up at her. She closed her mouth around it and shut her eyes tight, thinking of how nice it was to feel a hard, warm cock in her mouth. She shot her tongue along the side of it and sucked in with her cheeks to increase the pressure on it, trying to give the young boy the greatest pleasure of his short life.
"Karen, ohhhhhhh ... I never thought it would be this good ..."
She lowered her mouth down the whole length of it, licking and sucking as she did so, until all of it was buried down her throat. She sucked feverishly and felt him writhe beneath her and bury his hands in her hair.
"Karen-Karen ..."
She brought a hand to his balls and began stroking the hairy sac while she sucked his young, virginal cock. It was hard getting at the balls through his pants, so she took her mouth from his cock.
"Take your pants off, Billy, and then I'll suck you some more, and then we'll go in my bedroom and I'll show you how to drive a girl wild by eating her cunt. And then we'll fuck and suck all night long!"
Her words made him writhe almost as much as her cocksucking had.
"Oh, Karen, I can't wait to fuck you-you're so beautiful ..."
She unbuttoned his pants and when he raised his ass up off the couch she pulled them down past his knees to the floor. His legs were hairier and stronger than she had supposed, and she thought how nice it would be to fuck him for the rest of the night.
"Take your shirt off, Billy," she said as she unbuttoned her pants. "Sure, Karen."
He stripped his shirt off and stood before her naked, somewhat nervously.
"I'm not all that strong, Karen ..."
"But you have a beautiful cock, Billy, and that's what really matters."
His blushing drove her wild so she quickly pulled her pants down and said, "Sit beside me, Billy, and I'll show you how to play with a girl."
He sat beside her and looked large-eyed at her beautiful body. She took his hand in hers and put it on her smooth, lithe stomach.
"Tickle my belly-okay? I just love that . . . " He began to tickle and rub her stomach, staring at her panties all the while as if he had never seen a pair of them before. She put her hand over his and began to lower it down her belly to her cute little panties. She lifted them away from her body and said, "Put your hand in there, Billy, and do whatever comes naturally."
He slowly pushed his hand inside her panties and she sighed when she felt his fingers brush through the hair around her cunt. He scratched the mound above her pussy and then plunged his hand into the pink folds of her cunt, splaying her lips wide and pushing his finger into her pussy.
"Mmm, Billy ..."
With his other hand he began pulling at her panties to get them off. She raised her ass up off the sofa and sighed when she felt the cool air hit her exposed ass.
"Play with me, Billy-yeah, play with me-but first give me my glass of wine ..."
She sipped on her wine as she raised her feet up to the coffee table before her. She spread her legs wide and put a hand out to stroke the young, naked body beside her.
"What do I do now, Karen?" he asked.
"Climb between my legs darling, down on the floor, and do whatever you want to to my cunt."
He climbed beneath her legs, which were cocked up as though she were on a gynecologist's examining table, and looked down at her pussy for a long time before doing anything.
"Go ahead, Billy."
"I was just thinking-it's so beautiful, Karen. Your cunt is so pretty ..."
She put her hand out to stroke his head and slowly pulled his lips toward her wet cunt.
"Give it a kiss then, Billy, if it's so pretty."
When his lips brushed the hot, wet lips of her cunt, she moaned and squirmed down on the sofa to push her pussy into his face. He took the hint and shot his tongue into the folds of her hot cunt, licking and sucking at the juices which flowed from her.
"Oh, Billy, you're really good at this; tell me what it's like for you eating at my cunt-tell me what it smells like and what it feels like ..." "It smells funny," he said to her pussy, "but nice-I mean, I like it and everything."
She squirmed down into the couch to push her cunt out more and reached out to caress his cheek while he pushed his tongue into her.
"It tastes really exotic, like some weird foreign food. I think I like doing this ..."
"I think I like you doing this, too, Billy ..."
He put both his hands to her ass and caressed her ass cheeks while he pushed his tongue into her again and again. He covered her pussy from top to bottom and back again with tender licks and kisses, sending her into ecstasy.
"This is the way to live, Billy-just lean back and drink wine and let a beautiful young boy kiss your cunt-it's fucking great."
He began to work his fingers into the crack of her ass, tentatively touching her asshole as if he were not sure what she would think about it. She said nothing, curious as to what he would do if left on his own. What he did was bury his nose in her pussy, inhaling deeply, and at the same moment push a finger up her tight asshole.
"Ohhhhh, Billy . . . ohhhhh, that's so fucking good. My ass-shove your finger up my ass."
Having a finger up your ass while a tongue and pair of lips were on your pussy was about the finest thing a girl could ask for, Karen decided, so she took a huge gulp of her glass of wine to celebrate, draining it in the process.
"You're a natural, Billy, an honest to God natural-born lover. Just keep up what you're doing and try anything else that pops into your head." He began pushing his finger in and out of her ass in rhythm with his darting tongue, sending hot flashes through her which made her feel as through she were going to be torn down the middle.
"Billy, Billy, Billy ..." she murmured.
She began to hump her ass into his face, smearing his cheeks with the rich juices of her cunt.
"Oh, Billy, I can't take it any more ..."
She quickly stood and rammed her cunt into the kneeling boy's face, her head thrown back and jerking from side to side as she did so.
"My bed, Billy! Quick, God-I have to fuck you!"
She practically pulled the young boy to his feet and pushed him through her apartment to her bedroom, her hand all the while down on his hard cock, stroking it fast.
"Billy, quick-God, hurry ..."
Once in her bedroom, she pushed him down onto the bed without even bothering to pull down the covers and straddled his hips. She put both hands almost insanely on his cock, stroking the loose flesh up and down like a woman possessed. She rose up on her knees and rubbed his hard prick in the wet folds of her cunt.
"Oh, Karen, I can't believe how good that feels ..."
"You haven't felt anything yet, lover!"
She pointed his cock up into the gaping hole of her pussy and began to lower herself down onto it. She shrieked when she felt the head of his cock spread the lips of her cunt and enter her.
"Billy, ohhhhhh Billy, so fucking good! Push up into me now-push your cock into me and fuck me 'til I cum."
She lowered her cunt down onto his hard prick while he pushed up into her, groaning as she felt each inch of his cock enter her.
"Karen-God, I can't believe it ... " His prick was buried in her all the way to the hilt, and they stayed like that for a long moment while she looked down at his young, smiling face.
"You really like it; don't you, Billy?"
He nodded happily, the same silly grin on his face.
"Is my pussy tight, lover? Everybody tells me it's just about the tightest cunt they've ever had."
"It's real tight, Karen. It's squeezing on my cock really hard-God, it feels so good ..."
"Let's start fucking now."
She raised her hips up, pulling up off his slick cock until only the large, spongy cockhead spread wide the tight lips of her pussy.
"Did you like how that felt?" she asked him. "How my tight cunt felt sliding along your cock-wasn't it great?"
"God-oh God, yes-it felt so fucking good. Do it again, Karen ..."
Up and down she went, fucking his virgin cock as well as she could. She leaned over him to increase the pressure on his cock with her tight cunt. As she did so he brought his hands up to tickle her large tits.
"You like my tits, Billy?"
"Oh yeah, they're just great ..."
"Well say it, then-I love to hear the people I'm fucking tell me how much they like my tits, and how much they like my cunt-it really turns me on . . . " "Your tits are beautiful," he whispered as he buried his hands in them, squeezing tight. "Fucking beautiful. I wanna grab them and suck them all night long. God-all night-and have you rub my cock with them after we finish fucking, after I pull my cock out of your tight little cunt-after I cum inside you ..."
"Ummmmm, that's how you say it, Billy-yeah, that makes me so fucking horny, hearing you talk like that. And your prick feels so fucking nice inside my tight little cunt-yeah, so fucking good!"
She began to slow her humping hips down, instinctively knowing that he would enjoy it more that way, and she was getting off on the kick that he was getting out of it as much as she was from the fuck itself.
"God, Karen, I'm gonna cum-yeah-gonna cum. Fuck my cock. Yeah, fuck it . . . gonna cummmmm ..."
He gripped the cheeks of her ass as tightly as he could, enjoying the sexy feel of female flesh. She knew he was about to cum at any moment, what with the way his face was twisted in a grimace of ecstasy. His whole body trembled with the joy of one about to shoot his load of jism inside a pretty girl's tight cunt.
"Oh, ohhhh . . . your fucking pussy . . . it's so tight! I never thought a cunt could feel so good around my cock. Fuck, yeah-so good-thank you, Karen. God, thank you so much."
He drove his pulsating cock up one last time into her wet, hungry cunt, and then, finally came, shooting deep into her.
"Billy, Billy, Billy . . . cum in me, lover-my young, young lover-cum in me, and make me cum too. Oh yeah . . . here I go ... so fucking good ..."
Karen came then, her hot pussy once again exploding in a spasm of sex at its finest and most basic. She bounced up and down on his prick a few more times, more out of excitement from cumming in such a grand way than from any wish to keep the fuck going, which she knew just wouldn't be possible, considering the way Billy's now mature cock was softening inside the tight cavern of her cunt.
"Billy, what a fuck-what a great little fucker you are-one of the best I've ever had, that's for sure!"
She loved the way he seemed to grow two feet on the bed.
"You mean it, Karen? Was I really good?"
"One of the best I've ever had, Bill."
She bent down to cover his lips with hers and when she shot her tongue into his mouth she slipped her tight cunt off his slick, softening cock.
"Umm, Karen, even that feel nice-the way your pussy slides off my cock."
"Everything about sex is nice, Billy boy-every thing!"
She rolled off him and nestled in his arms, tonguing his neck and fondling his limp cock. "I want to thank you, Karen, for being such a good teacher when it comes to fucking, and for having such a nice cunt to boot. I mean, not every girl's pussy can be as tiny and as tight as yours." He tweaked one of her round, erect nipples and added, "And I know that there aren't many tits as nice as yours out in the world!"
Karen repaid the compliment by tonguing the young boy's ear and stroking his hairy balls.
"I mean, you're just fucking beautiful!" he continued.
"Thank you, Billy, but the nicest compliment you could give me is to get another hard-on and shove it back into my cunt-come on, I'll make you something to eat and then we'll see if you feel like fucking again!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen yawned as she left the restaurant's dressing room, somewhat tired from the previous night's fucking marathon with Billy, and her attention slipped for a moment, because she suddenly found herself colliding with one of the tallest, darkest, cutest young men she had ever seen. She took the opportunity to rub her tits quickly against his chest before backing away from him.
"Watch it, for chrissake," the young man said with quite open hostility.
"Well, uh, sorry . . ."
Karen was taken aback, for she had never been responded to in such a way with any other man when she had let her tits do the talking.
He flashed her a brief, sarcastic smile and said, "I'm sorry I talked to you that way, okay? It's just that I have some dishes to wash, and I'm kind of in a hurry."
"Oh, sure, it's okay . . ."
She realized then who the young man was; he had the same dark, handsome looks as his father, the same broad shoulders, the same flashing smile.
"You're Andy, aren't you? Tony's son?"
He nodded quickly.
"How are you? My name's-"
"Look, I'll chat with you some other time. I'll even play with your tits, since that's what you seemed to want to do a second ago, but right now I'm really busy."
And with that final note he was gone, before Karen could even tell him off for the rude way he had spoken to her. Play with her tits! As if she would even let him . . .
As she went about her work for the next few hours, she found herself thinking more and more about the young boy who seemed so much like a man. She had trouble believing Andy was only seventeen, but that's what she had heard. He seemed so mature, even if he was somewhat hostile.
Karen was also preoccupied with young Billy, who didn't seem quite so young anymore. He was talking more with the other waitresses, even flirting with them, and winking at her more than once during their workday.
The restaurant turned busy at five o'clock; they had the usual dinner crowd and also an unexpected stop by a Greyhound bus with forty people looking for some quickly prepared food. The workload was hard for all of them, but especially for Billy, because Tony didn't believe in having more than one busboy working on a shift. To bus tables quickly, Billy began loading the dishes rapidly into a buspan rather than into the smaller trays which were usually used. He hauled them back into the kitchen without taking the time to separate the dishes. This made it harder for Andy, who had to separate the dishes before washing them, and Tony also didn't believe in having more than one dishwasher working on a shift.
"Would you separate the damn dishes, for chrissake?" Karen heard Andy yell from the kitchen when she went to pick up an order.
"Fuck off," she heard Billy reply. "You can get behind and it won't hurt anything, but I can't-" "You lazy bastard!" Andy shot back, but Billy had already gone back into the restaurant to clear more tables.
This went on for almost twenty minutes, and all the while Karen found herself losing respect for Andy. Billy was right; the tables did have to be cleared immediately, but the dishes could pile up until the crowd thinned out and somebody could be spared to help get them washed. Even though Karen knew that Andy was acting like a gold-plated asshole, something about him was making the itch in her cunt return just as unbearably as ever . . .
Karen knew by the look of the dinner crowd, fifteen minutes later, that the worst was almost over, but she had no idea if it would be soon enough to prevent the conflict between Andy and Billy from coming to a head. She inwardly hoped it would be, because Andy was quite a bit bigger than young Billy, and she liked the younger boy enough to not want to see him hurt.
In another five minutes, she thought to herself, it'll be over-just five lousy minutes-and she quickly glanced from the table where she was taking an order back to the kitchen door, which Billy was entering with two full buspans of unseparated dishes. There was utter silence from the kitchen for a moment, a silence which she did not like in the least little bit, and then came the sound of two full buspans of dishes falling to the floor.
The usual jokes of "Somebody dropped their watch," and, "It's easier than washing them," followed quickly on her heels as Karen half-ran back to the kitchen. She pushed open the door to the kitchen and saw Billy half-sprawled, half- crouching on the floor, rubbing his sore chin. She looked up to see Andy staring down at the young boy with a look of boredom mixed with something like sadness, which surprised her, and which didn't help the hungry itch which had settled in her pussy.
"He didn't even give me a chance to put my guard up," Billy muttered from the floor. "Not even a chance ..."
"Billy was right, you know," Karen told Andy in what she tried to make a scolding voice, but she knew that her eyes carried lust for the tall, almost-cold young man.
Andy nodded slightly and offered a hand to Billy, who knocked it away. Andy shrugged and set to work cleaning up the broken dishes and scattered silverware.
"What the hell is going on here?" came Tony's hard voice from behind Karen.
"Your fucking kid just tried to knock my teeth out," Billy said, pushing himself to his feet.
Tony seemed surprised at the way the young, formerly shy busboy spoke to him. He looked at his son and asked, "Is that right?"
Andy nodded.
"Take a twenty-minute break," Tony told him. "I want to talk to you." He turned to Karen and said, "Get Joyce to take your station; she can handle both. I want you back here on the dishes."
There go the tips, Karen thought, but she didn't say anything. Tony obviously wasn't in a very good mood.
After only a few minutes of working on the dishes, Karen looked up and saw Tony come back into the kitchen, shaking his head.
"I just don't know what's wrong with that kid. He's a good worker, but he can't seem to get along with people. Something's eating at him, but he won't open up and tell me what it is."
"Is he in your office?" Karen asked.
"Yeah."
"Look," Karen said, "I have a break coming up-how about letting me take it now and I'll see if I can talk to him." Karen felt her cunt grow hot at the thought of the idea.
Tony considered the idea for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders in exactly the same manner as his son had and said, "I guess it can't hurt-he would probably talk to a pretty girl before he would talk to me. I know I would, especially one like you."
He stared at her for a moment, and she knew he was thinking of the fuck they had had.
"Go ahead," he said, "and if you can figure out why he's such a pain in the ass, I'll show you that I'm even better in bed the second time around."
His words hit her pussy like well-aimed arrows.
"Leave us alone awhile, okay," she asked, taking off her apron, wishing it were her uniform she was taking off.
"Sure thing."
She slowly opened the door to Tony's office and .aw Andy lounging on the couch smoking a cigarette.
"How've you been, Karen?" he asked, eyeing her voluptuous, scantily clad body.
"I'd be doing better if you weren't beating up my friends."
"That kid's your friend, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Lucky kid." He sat up on the couch and patted it beside him. "Have a seat."
She sat beside him and he handed her his cigarette.
"What's bothering you, Andy?"
"Nothing's bothering me. I'm always an unfriendly bastard. Even when feeling wonderful. A perpetual smartass."
She couldn't help but chuckle at the way he said it. "But that's no way to be, I mean, people won't like you or anything."
He smiled at her and said, "Sure they'll like me. You like me, and I've been nothing but a rude sonofabitch to you."
"How do you know I like you?"
"Because you want to fuck me."
"Andy," she said, trying to ignore him, or at least make him think she was ignoring him, "please tell me what's wrong."
He took the cigarette from her fingers and sniffed its butt once before putting it to his lips.
"Even your mouth smells beautiful," he said around the cigarette.
"Tell me about it, Andy."
"Okay, dammit, I hate my dad with all my heart-how's that sound?"
"Why are you living with him then?"
"Because my mom's even worse."
She thought about it for a moment, watching him as he crushed out the cigarette. "Do you think you're expecting too much from them?"
"Yeah, sure-I expected my dad to hang around and help raise me, and I expected my mom not to wake up with a hangover six days out of the week. It must be that I've been expecting too much from them; by God, Karen, you've shown me where the problem's at-there they were, doing their best to raise me in a decent, loving home, such wonderful people that they are ..." He lit another cigarette and stared at its burning end while they sat in silence.
Karen thought about what she should say to the bitter, sad boy, and finally decided on the truth. "You're pretty fucking sexy when you're sarcastic."
For a moment his face was that of the teenager that he was, but only for a moment; in an instant he regained his cool, aloof composure. He smiled at her, admired her long, stockinged legs, then leaned over and kissed her. He shot his tongue into her mouth for just a moment, then removed his lips from hers and dragged on his cigarette.
"I guess what really pisses me off," he said finally, "is that all of a sudden Dad's so hot to make things up to me."
"Well, better late than never, Andy-if he's willing to try to get along with you, well, you could try back."
"Ahh, you don't understand . . ." "Try me."
"He acts like he's all hot to help me out in life, but all he wants me to do is go in partners with him on this fucking restaurant. And the restaurant business is one thing I am not at all interested in."
"Well, he's trying "Yeah, as long as I plan on following in his footsteps he's willing to help me, but would he help me with what I wanted to do? Fuck, no!"
"What do you want to do?" Karen asked slowly.
"You wouldn't believe it." "Why wouldn't I?" "Nobody else does." "I think I will."
He stared at his cigarette once again for long moments. "I want to paint, and I want to draw."
Karen hadn't thought him to be the sensitive, artistic type, but she reminded herself that people were not always as they seemed.
"I can believe that," she said. "What kind of help do you need from him? Money to buy paint- brushes.
Andy laughed and said, "You can be sarcastic at times yourself. Painting involves a hell of a lot more than just paintbrushes. I have to go to an art school, and that takes money. A lot of money."
"Maybe he doesn't have enough."
"Oh, he does, that much I know about him. He's made a big goddam bundle off this chow shack." He crushed out his cigarette and said, "I think I'm getting about as tired of this talk as you are." He looked at her legs again.
"What do you mean?" Karen asked, feeling her nipples stiffen inside her bra.
"I mean it's time to get down to some serious fucking, darling."
Before she could say anything, his mouth had covered hers, and she felt herself loving the wonderful way he shot his tongue between her lips. He grabbed her tightly and pulled her over on top of him, kissing her with a passion that set her pussy afire.
"Your tits feel really firm through your uniform," he murmured into .her mouth. "I bet you have big nipples."
"Why don't we check and see?"
She climbed off him and reached around to unzip her uniform, intently watching the bulge in the boy's pants growing to awesome proportions. She slowly pulled her uniform over her head and put it on Tony's desk. She looked down at her tits and wasn't at all surprised to see the nipples showing through her bra.
"You're pretty fucking stacked, beautiful. Tell me, do you have a nice, tight, pussy?"
She nodded and licked her lips as she unhooked her bra.
"Will your cunt squeeze my big cock really, really tight?"
She nodded again and pulled her bra off.
Andy began to unbutton his pants. When he pulled them, along with his shorts, down past his knees to the floor, Karen noted appreciatively that his was cock was at least as big as his father's- possibly even larger. The cockhead was the size of a plum, and she couldn't wait to feel it on her tongue, and in her cunt, spreading it wide.
"I bet your little cunt isn't as tiny as your asshole, though. Is that right, Karen?"
She smiled at him as she pulled her stockings and panties down. "You an ass man, Andy?"
"You might say that-yeah, at the moment I'm really craving a tight, little asshole around my cock."
Karen turned around to pull her stockings all the way off her legs, showing him her nice, fleshy ass.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd like to get in between those cheeks; I bet they'd make nice pillows . . ." "You couldn't get any better pillows, baby. I've only been fucked in the ass twice, and I can guarantee that my puckered little asshole is as tight as you've ever had."
She hadn't even considered the possibility of having the boy's big cock rammed up her ass, but she found that thinking about it now made her hot cunt grow even hotter than it had been.
"Karen, I'm about to cum just thinking about your little asshole wrapped tight around my prick."
"Well, try to hold it, cutie, 'cuz I'm warming to the idea of having you shoot it in my ass, not all over your dad's nice carpet." She gestured to the couch. "I think that turns out into a bed."
"Knowing Dad, it probably does."
As he began to make the bed, Karen slid up behind him and reached around his lean hips to get a firm hold on his cock. He sighed softly at her first touch, and she knew that no matter how cool Andy acted, he was still just a boy. She slowly stroked his long, thick prick, moving with him as he made the bed. She began to finger the purple, spongy cockhead, delighting in his moans.
"That really feels nice, Karen. I really love having my prick played with."
She pressed up against his back, pushing her firm tits into him and rubbing the mound above her cunt into the back of his thigh.
"Mmm, I have a feeling you really know how to fuck."
The bed was made and they slowly climbed onto it. Karen was still behind Andy, stroking his cock and playing with his hairy balls. They lay on the bed like that for a time, and it wasn't until she spread her legs and began rubbing her moist cunt against the cheeks of Andy's trim ass that he rolled over to kiss her.
"You kiss real nice," she murmured when he put his mouth down to her neck to tongue and caress.
"I bet you'd like to see how I kiss your pussy, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah."
He went down her much faster than his father had, stopping at her pillowy tits only long enough to give each nipple a quick kiss. When his mouth reached her wet cunt he didn't toy with her, but instead plunged his tongue immediately into her, as deeply as he could.
"Ohhhhh, that feels so nice . . ."
"Yeah, I bet it does. How would you like to suck my cock while I'm eating you out?"
"Love it."
He moved around on the bed until his prick was up by her mouth. She knew some girls that didn't like the sixty-nine position; they said they couldn't concentrate on their pussy enough to get full enjoyment out of their tonguing. But Karen loved it herself-she considered herself perfectly capable of sucking a cock and loving the tongue that was in her cunt at the same time.
She put her lips to the huge head of Andy's long prick and lavished it with hot kisses. Then she slowly began the swallowing process that she loved so much. Inch by inch she pushed her mouth down the boy's thick, fully engorged cock, pushing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and sucking her cheeks in against it as tightly as she could.
"That's really something, Karen. Really nice- about the best cocksucking I've ever had. Ohhhhh, Jesus, you're swallowing all of it! God!"
When he put his tongue to her clitoris, she gave a little jump of pleasure that made him chuckle.
"Don't bite my cock off, lover ..."
She had gulped down all of his massive prick and relished how it felt down her throat. She was still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of a man's huge cock in her mouth. Then she slowly began to move her mouth and throat back and forth along the cock, using her tongue and cheeks with all the skill she possessed.
"Ohhhhhhh, suck me . . . suck me, Karen. So good . . . never had my cock sucked so good before."
She sucked his prick for a long while, thinking that there were few things nicer than having a big cock in your mouth while soft lips were on the puffy folds and wet lips of your cunt. Then she began to slowly pull her mouth back off his cock, not wanting the young boy to cum in her mouth when he could shoot his jism up her ass instead.
When she pulled her mouth off his cock she gave its spongy, purple head one final kiss, then lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, thinking only of how good Andy's tongue felt on the puffy folds of her pussy.
She felt the entire length of his tongue. He covered as much of her cunt as he could with it. Then he began to slide the whole of his tongue up and down on her cunt, something she had never had done to her before.
"I like that, Andy-that's really nice, do it some more ..."
He did it some more, then pulled his tongue back into his mouth and went about lavishing tender kisses on her cunt, making her feel as warm and as good as she had ever felt.
"Andy," she murmured after a time, "I want you in my ass now ..." She didn't really want to have him take his wonderful mouth from her, but she wanted the ass-fucking more.
He took his mouth off her cunt and smiled up at her. Then he climbed off the bed and went over to his father's desk.
"If I know Dad," he said, searching through the drawers, "he has a jar of some fine, ass-fucking lubricant around here ..."
She watched how his long, thick cock jutted outward from his body, swaying slightly as he moved. She wondered how it would feel having such a monster of a prick up her ass, pounding away at her.
"Here we go," he said, producing a jar of petroleum jelly from one of the drawers of the desk. Andy unscrewed the lid from the jar and made his way to the bed. He sat beside Karen and handed her the jar. "Would you like to do the honors?" he asked.
"Certainly."
She took the offered jar and scooped out a glob of the jelly on her index and middle finger. She smiled up at young Andy for a moment, then began to smear the lubricant on his cock, starting at the base and working her way up to its beautiful head. His cock was so large and perfectly straight that it seemed to have an almost regal bearing about it. She knew she sure liked to handle it.
When every inch of his cock was covered, Karen gave Andy back the jar and squeezed his cock once. She liked how the jelly made a squishing noise and forced its way into the cracks of her fingers.
She got both of the couch cushions from the floor, where Andy had tossed them while he was making out the bed, and put them underneath her belly and pelvis so her ass was up in the air where he could get to it more easily. She spread her legs and put a hand down on her cunt so she could masturbate while his huge cock was pounding into her.
"Whenever you're ready, lover," she whispered hoarsely.
CHAPTER SIX
Andy climbed between her spread legs and put the head of his cock against the tight ring of her asshole. He pushed against it for a moment but it did not want to open up for him.
"You're gonna be damn tight, lover, damn tight ..."
Karen smiled at his exuberance; she knew he was really going to love her asshole. She relaxed her muscles as much as she could, thinking only of how good it would feel when the entire length of his cock was buried in her ass. "Damn tight ..."
He pushed again at her asshole, this time pulling apart the cheeks of her ass to widen her little asshole as much as he could. She felt the huge, mushroom-shaped head of his cock begin to push apart her puckered hole, and of course it hurt-it always did at first-but she knew the pleasure which would come later would more than make up for it.
"Ohhhh, Andy ..." She felt the head of his greased cock enter her asshole and she felt as if she were being split down the middle with an axe. "Andy ..."
He pushed harder into her and she felt her ass quiver with tension as he slipped his cock up the length of her asshole.
"Ohhhhhhh, that's it-it's going-my God-so fucking big-it's so fucking good and it's not even halfway in yet . . . unnnnggghhhh ... do it to me -fuck me . . . fuck my ass ... " Suddenly the whole of his prick slipped into her ass and she felt as if somebody had shoved a telephone pole up her. And she loved it.
"Andy ... oh, Andy. It's so fucking big. Fuck me, lover. Do it to me . . . " She felt the huge, greased cock being pulled back out of her all the way until only the massive head split wide her tiny asshole. Then, suddenly, he slammed it back into her, making her whole body shake with the force of it.
"You're so fucking tight, Karen, your ass is squeezed around my cock tighter than anything ever has ..."
He began to fuck her slowly, pulling his cock back out of her and shoving it back in with relaxed, leisurely thrusts. He reached around her to grab her huge tits and squeezed them tightly, almost hurting her.
"Andy, Andy, faster now ..." she began to murmur.
He obliged her, pulling out of her ass and pushing back with greater speed, making her shake each time he slammed into the soft cheeks of her ass.
"God, Andy, this is so great ..."
Karen put a hand down on her pussy and felt the cunt juices were flowing from it. She tickled its wet lips and soft, puffy folds, knowing it would not be long until she came.
"Tickle my nipples, Andy," she grunted when he shoved into her again.
He tweaked and pinched her hard nipples as he shoved the length of his prick up her ass.
"Christ, I've never had a fuck this good, this tight."
She was pleased that he was enjoying it so much. She reached for one of his hands which tweaked at her nipple and brought it down to her cunt.
He pushed his middle finger into the slit of her pussy and began to fingerfuck her in the same fast rhythm with which he slammed his cock into her ass.
"God, Andy-my God ... so fucking good. I'm going to cum already, I can feel it."
Karen clutched the mattress, digging into it with her long fingers, not caring if she broke a nail, and began to pump her ass repeatedly back at him, swallowing as much of his huge cock as she could with each thrust.
Andy began to groan and sigh and clutched even harder at the huge, swaying tit in his hand. He began to fingerfuck her as rapidly as he could, pushing his finger into her almost violently and cupping the rest of her hot cunt with his hand.
"Faster Andy-fuck me as hard as you can. God, tear me apart, lover-tear my cunt and my asshole and my tit right off!"
Andy grunted and for a moment paused to adjust his hips. Then he began to drive into her again, once again beginning slowly, but with a hard thrust that made the young girl shake.
"Andy . . . Andy ..."
Karen began to tremble, her whole body shaking like a woman possessed-she knew she was about to cum. She let out a long, low moan and put her hand down on her pussy, beside Andy's, and savagely thrust her finger into her cunt, right alongside the boy's.
"I'm cumming . . . God . . . I'm cumming, Andy."
"Me too-so close. So fucking close-your ass is so tight, lover-so fucking tight!"
Karen pulled her finger out of the tight slit of her pussy and began to scratch and squeeze the edges of the wet, about-to-burst cock. "Ohhhhh . . . " she groaned when she felt herself begin to cum.
"Karen, Karen . . . shit." Andy grunted as he slammed his hips against the naked cheeks of her ass. Karen felt his whole body stiffen and he began to slow down, thrusting his cock into her much more slowly and pausing at the end of each long push. He took his hand away from her cunt and tightly grabbed her tits again. "I'm cumming, Karen . . . here I go."
The young girl felt his cum shoot into her, and it made her cum.
Surprisingly enough, Andy continued to drive his cock into her, slowly and lovingly, until it became too soft to perform the delicious act. He lay atop her for a moment, gently fingering her tits.
"God, what a great fuck you were, Karen ..."
He slowly pulled his soft cock from her asshole, and the young girl was surprised at how much she missed it.
"I almost wish I could walk around with a cock up my ass all day ..." she murmured.
Andy laughed and lay beside her.
"You were really great," she said, leaning over to kiss him on the lips.
"You were, too. Your ass is about as tight as an ass could be, lover." "I'm glad you like it."
His hand began to stray over the large globes of her tits, fondling and pinching.
"You know, we have to get back to work."
"Don't remind me," he said, grimacing.
"Yeah, I wish we could stay here all day-just fucking and sucking."
His hand moved down to her pussy and tickled her soft, wet lips.
"Really, Andy, we do have to get back to work."
"Sure, but we need a few minutes to unwind." He paused, still playing with her cunt. "What's it like when you cum?" he asked.
She thought about it for a moment, trying to decide how to put it into words.
"Well, it's like everything you could ever want out of life, like nothing can ever hurt you, or you'll never get old or die, or something like that." She thought about it some more. "It's like somebody shoved a stick of dynamite up your cunt."
She thought about that one and decided she didn't like it. "No, it's not like that ..." She laughed, kissed him again, shooting her tongue as deeply into his mouth as she could and said, "I really can't describe it. Come on, get dressed. We have work to do."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The rest of the day went better. Andy at least tried to act like a human, but he was still sullen and withdrawn with everyone except Karen. She reflected on this as she punched the time clock, wishing there was something she could do for the boy. I could always fuck him again, she thought. It might not help his outlook on life, but it sure was a lot of fun. When she turned around she was surprised to see Tony standing there, leaning against a wall and watching her.
"May I talk with you for a moment?" the dark restaurant owner asked.
"Sure thing. About Andy?"
He nodded and they made their way to his office. He opened the door for Karen and when she entered she was surprised to see that the couch was now a bed. Joyce was reclining on it, wearing her uniform. Its hem was up past her thighs and Karen was able to see wisps of pubic hair.
"How are you doing, Joyce?" she asked the older woman, thinking of how her pussy had tasted.
"Fine, Karen." As she spoke, the older woman moved her ass on the bed so her uniform rode up even higher on her hips.
"Have a seat, Karen," Tony said, gesturing at the bed.
"She can lay down by me if she doesn't feel like sitting," Joyce said with a giggle.
"I think I'll sit for now," Karen said, winking at the older woman. "But I may decide to stretch out later ..."
Tony smiled at the two flirting girls and sat on the edge of his desk. "What did he have to say?" "Do you want the truth?" Karen asked. "Certainly."
"Okay-he doesn't like you." "No kidding."
Karen was surprised. "You mean it doesn't come as a shock or anything?"
Tony laughed and lit a cigarette. "Should it? My old man ran out on me when I was a year younger than Andy. I didn't forgive him until I decided to do the same thing. What else did he say?"
"He doesn't like the restaurant business."
Tony made a face and said, "I suppose he told you he wants to paint, or do something stupid like that."
"He doesn't think it's stupid." "He's wrong."
Karen shrugged and said, "Maybe."
"Artists just don't make a living, painters especially. If he wanted to be a commercial artist, it would be different-I'd give him all the help I could. But no, he wants to be the greatest thing since Picasso."
"Picasso made a living," Karen said.
"Not everybody's Picasso."
Karen shrugged and said, "Well, that's all he said. He wants to go to art school-he doesn't want to own a restaurant."
"Tony," Joyce said, "could you afford an art school for him?"
He nodded slowly. "Barely. Yeah, I guess so. But dammit, his mother and I have kept in touch, to some extent, and she tells me he's always changing his mind about what he wants to do-the money for art school would probably end up being one big waste."
"How long has he wanted to paint?" Karen asked.
"About a year-and-a-half, but before that he wanted to be a musician, and before that, a doctor, and the list stretches out from here to the front parking lot."
"He was just a kid back then, Tony," Karen said. "Kids don't know what they want to do."
"That's what I'm saying, dammit-he's still a kid! In another six months he'll want to be a fucking journalist, or something like that, and he'll be pissed at me if I don't send him to a fucking journalism school."
"I don't think he's a kid anymore," Karen said, smiling inwardly.
Joyce tapped Karen on the shoulder and asked, "Was he any good?"
Karen nodded and whispered loudly, "He's his father's son, that's for sure."
Joyce laughed and put her fingers down by her cunt, playing casually with the dark coils of hair. "Tell me about it," she murmured.
"Karen," Tony said, "one more thing."
"What's that?"
Tony looked at the cigarette in his hand the same way his son had, Karen noticed, and then said, "You think he's serious about painting-right?"
"Right ..."
"Well, do you think I should pay for art school?"
Karen thought about it for a moment before answering. "I can't tell you," she said, finally. "I just really don't know ..."
Tony went back to staring at his cigarette.
"Tell me about him now," Joyce said.
"Well, his cock is about as long as his dad's-" "Lucky kid," Joyce whispered, plunging her fingers into her cunt.
"And he fucked me in the ass with it-" "Oh, wow, I bet that was really something . . ."
"I saw stars, that's for sure!"
Karen watched the woman masturbate for a moment, feeling the familiar itch settle in her cunt.
"Go ahead, honey," the older woman murmured while digging away at her pink slit.
"Well, he-for chrissake, let me do that for you!" She plunged her fingers into Joyce's cunt, then lowered her head down between the older woman's creamy, spread thighs and kissed the insides of them, all the while working her way toward the wet, open cunt which lay before her.
"Sure, darling-anything you say, if you'll tongue me right back in a little while."
"I'd be glad to."
Karen paused from when the musky smell of Joyce's beautiful cunt assailed her nostrils, but only for a moment. She decided a woman's hungry pussy was the finest smell imaginable, and then she decided that something with such a wonderful smell deserved to be kissed.
"Oooohhhhh, honey. Do it to me ... " She darted her tongue into the older woman's tight cunt, marveling at how the soft, pink pussy felt on her sensitive tongue. She kept this up for several moments, stopping finally when she felt her ass being pinched. She quickly glanced behind her and smiled at Tony, whose cock stood out from his naked body like a flagpole.
"Go ahead and kiss her, Karen. I'll take care of things back here ..."
She went back to the musky cunt beneath her lips, kissing and tonguing it while she felt gentle hands pull her uniform past her hips and undo the garter belt of her silk stockings.
"Unnngggg . . . Karen-tongue me, lover. Tongue me-you do it so well."
She felt her panties being pulled down and she shoved her tongue into Joyce's cunt at the same moment that Tony pushed his thumb into hers.
"Unnnnnggggg ..." somebody groaned, but she found that she wasn't sure if it was Joyce or her.
"Oh, Karen, do it to me . . . tongue me ... " Sweat began to form in Karen's armpits and down her back, and she knew she would have to take off her uniform or ruin it. Besides, she wanted somebody to suck her tits.
She took her mouth from Joyce's cunt and half-sat on the bed. When she felt Tony's tongue shoot into the wet darkness of her pussy she closed her eyes and thought of how nice it felt, and almost forgot why she had taken her mouth from Joyce's hot pussy.
"Why'd you stop, honey?" Joyce asked, digging at her cunt with two curved fingers.
"Huh? Uh, I need to take my clothes off ... " "Why, that's a fine idea," Tony murmured, and suddenly his strong arms were around her, lifting her uniform over her head.
"Play with my cunt while he's undressing me- please Joyce? Kiss it really nice ..."
Karen sat on the bed with her knees folded beneath her while Tony undressed her. She reached out for Joyce's head and pulled it toward her cunt. By this time she was entirely naked, and she sighed when she felt Joyce's expert mouth strike her pussy at the same time that Tony buried his head between her pillowy tits, wildly kissing and sucking.
"Mmm . . . you two are so good. I really love this."
"Tell me . . . tell me about Andy," Joyce panted into the young girl's pussy.
"Well," Karen began, "his cock is a lot like his dad's, lucky fellow that he is-" Tony smiled up at her. "-and he really knows how to use it."
"How did it feel up your ass, ohhhhh . . . tell me ... " Joyce's mouth had become more frantic on Karen's young pussy. And Tony had moved around behind her and was caressing her spine with his awesome cock while reaching around to clutch her tits.
"It felt like a ten-pound salami, Joyce, and he had me just cumming non-stop, or so it seemed. That cock of his is really educated-most kids his age cum in a matter of moments, but not him. He held it back until I was really ready for him to shoot in me. He's a great lover ..."
She found that the more she spoke about being fucked in the ass by the young boy, the more feverishly the two worked on her. Joyce was behaving as though nothing would please her short of burying her whole head in Karen's tight little pussy, and Tony was down at her ass with his face buried between her ass cheeks, darting his tongue into her asshole.
"Hey, this is really something ..." Karen murmured. "Are you a back door man, too, Tony?"
"Yeah," he muttered after a moment. "I like to shove my prick up a nice, pretty ass once in a while, but I still prefer pussy." He paused for a moment before putting his lips right on the puckered ring of Karen's asshole, then said, "The kid was pretty good, huh?"
"Oh, yeah, he was fucking great. I was pretty worked up, that's for sure ..."
She was silent for a moment while she enjoyed the two expert mouths which worked on her. She began to bump and grind her hips into the two of them, moaning softly as she felt their tongues enter her tight little holes. She began to hump down into them even faster and reached out to bury her hands in Joyce's hair.
"Ohhhhhhh ... do it to me. God, I'm gonna cum already. Fucking do it to me ... do it!"
Suddenly their tongues were gone; she felt alone and wanted to cum.
"What's wrong?" she asked them.
"Nothing's wrong," Joyce told her as she leaned over to kiss Tony and fondle his hard, thick cock.
"I hate to tell you this, Karen," Tony said when he disengaged his mouth from Joyce's, "but you are like most young people when it comes to sex-you do not know how to enjoy it!"
With that, he and Joyce lay down and began to kiss and stroke each other.
"What do you mean, Tony?"
"He means," Joyce said, answering for him, "that you, like most eighteen-year-olds, are in too much of a hurry when there is no need to be. All you want to do is fuck fast, cum, and finish in ten minutes." She paused. "When you become older you learn to slow down and make it last ..."
"Oh, really?" Karen said. "Well, why don't you two just show me how to slow down and enjoy it, then?"
She lay down on the bed beside the two and watched them as they slowly moved around into a sixty-nine position. She resisted the impulse to dig into her hot pussy with her fingers and tried to content herself with just watching the two make love.
"See, Karen," Joyce said, removing her mouth from around Tony's cock for a moment, "Tony can eat on my pussy awhile, but I won't suck him off hard enough or long enough to make him cum. In a while, we can stop what we're doing and you and I can suck each other's pussy and Tony can sit back and watch and smoke, see?"
The two went back to intently sucking and licking at each other's cock and pussy. They were going so slowly and casually that it was almost as if they were doing nothing more than eating dinner.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen realized suddenly that she was growing hornier than she ever had been before, and it was only because she knew they didn't want her to masturbate. There was no outlet for her increasing lust, and she began to count the minutes while she waited for the two to finish and turn their attentions to her. When she began to count the seconds, she knew she would have to do something or explode with desire.
"Come on, you two, I'm so fucking horny I can't think straight!"
The two older people began to laugh at that.
"I don't see what's so damn funny!"
"You are, honey," Joyce said, chuckling.
"Why, because I'm so horny?"
"No, because you're such a child when it comes to enjoying sex," Tony said. He took his mouth from Joyce's cunt and added, "How would you like to try something, and if you don't like it I will personally give you a fifty-cent per hour raise?"
"Huh, well, sure . . . What is it?"
Tony climbed off the bed and made his way over to his oak desk. He slid open a drawer and removed lengths of rope.
"What's that for?" Karen asked with more than a little apprehension in her voice.
"Have you ever been tied up, my dear?" Joyce asked.
"No, but, well, I've heard about it-isn't stuff like that kind of kinky?"
"Kinky is in the eye of the beholder," Tony said.
"I don't know about this ..." Karen murmured.
"Dammit, Karen-you trust us, don't you?" Joyce said. "I could tell by the way you and I made love that you trusted me."
"Well, sure, I trust you ..."
Tony was suddenly on the edge of the bed by her feet, wrapping one of the ropes around Karen's naked ankle.
"Tony, I don't know about this ..."
"You'll love it," Joyce said.
The rope was suddenly tied around her ankle, and Tony was busily fastening it to the metal leg beneath the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Karen asked. "I mean, after I'm all tied up?"
"Make love to you," Joyce whispered huskily, leaning over to kiss the young girl and fondle her tits.
"While you're all tied up," Tony said, working on her other ankle, "we'll show you how much better sex is when it's taken slowly. You won't be able to masturbate so you'll be dependent on us for making you cum, see? And we won't be any too fast about it ... " She suddenly found her feet bound and felt her right arm being pulled away from her to the side of the bed.
"I'm really not too sure about this-I mean-" Before she could finish what she was saying she found her mouth full of one of Joyce's nipples.
Before she knew it, both her arms were bound, and she suddenly felt more helpless than she ever had been. There was enough excess rope on her ankles so that she could raise her legs up quite a bit. And spread them quite a bit . . .
Joyce pulled her mouth from the young girl's nipple then and climbed off the bed. She walked over to where Tony stood and slowly began to kiss him, running her hand down his belly to fondle his large, outthrust cock.
"God ..." Karen whispered. The sight before her made her exceedingly horny, and she felt equally frustrated that she could not put her fingers down to her pussy to relieve the horniness.
Joyce slowly began to move down Tony's body until she kneeled on the floor before him. She took his cock into her mouth and ever so slowly began to swallow it, inch by inch, until all of it was down her throat.
Karen began to rub her thighs together, thinking of nothing except the itch in the soft folds of her pink pussy.
"Please," she said, and was surprised at how short of breath she sounded, "somebody eat me, or play with me, or something-" Joyce put her hand to Tony's balls. Tony buried his hands in the older woman's hair and closed his eyes, sighing quite loudly. Other than that, they ignored her.
"Please ..."
Tony began to move his hips into the black-haired waitress's mouth, pushing and pulling his cock in and out from between her full, pursed lips. He began to moan, and when his hips began to move so fast that they were almost a blur, Joyce quickly removed her mouth from his eight-inch-long cock.
"Would somebody please fuck me?" Karen asked, beginning to become somewhat impatient.
Tony opened his eyes and said, panting hard, "All in good time, love. Just try to think of how good it will feel when you finally do cum."
Tony lit a cigarette and slowly eyed Karen's voluptuous, bound body. He said to Joyce, "Get the feather."
Joyce giggled and said, "Sure." She turned to Karen and added, "You're going to love this, honey."
"A feather?" Karen asked, her voice filled with wonderment. "Are you two serious?"
"Oh, yes," Tony said, casually inhaling on his cigarette. "And Joyce is right-you will love it . . . " Karen watched Joyce produce a long, dark feather from one of Tony's desk drawers. She began to wonder what other kinds of kinky things the dark restaurant owner had in that desk of his.
"What are you going to do with it?" she asked.
"You'll see," Joyce said. She handed the feather out to Tony and asked, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Go ahead," he answered. "I feel like watching."
Joyce slowly moved toward the bed and sat beside Karen when she reached it. She leaned over quickly and gave the young girl's right nipple a quick kiss.
"Unnnngggg ..." Karen moaned. It was strange, but that one kiss on her nipple made the heat in her pussy increase tremendously-she was hornier than she had ever been.
"Please, Joyce," she panted, "make me cum ... I have to cum more than anything . . . God . . . " "All in good time, dear."
It was then that the tip of the dark feather tickled her throat. "Oh my God . . .'" Karen tried to break the ropes which bound her hands. She had to have her fingers down in her hot cunt or she knew she would just die from horniness.
"Don't you like how that feels?" Tony asked from where he sat, smoking his cigarette.
"No, dammit, I just want to cum."
The tip of the feather slowly moved down her throat to her ribcage, tickling her until she just knew she was going to burst into fire and burn down the whole restaurant. The feather was at her tits suddenly, tickling the soft flesh and the hard nipples.
"God, my God," she panted over and over, lunging her body up off the bed into the feather. "I've never felt anything like this-never ..."
"You do like it, don't you?" Tony said, his white teeth flashing in a huge smile.
"No ... yes ... no ... I don't know ..."
The feather stayed at Karen's tits for what seemed like an eternity, but finally, slowly, it began to move down her firm, lithe belly.
"You're not going to do what I think, are you?" Karen asked the older woman.
Joyce merely concentrated on tickling the young girl's belly button.
"God . . . God . . . that tickles, Joyce!"
Karen began to laugh in spite of herself.
Slowly, the feather left her belly button and even more slowly made its way down her body to come to rest in the hard mound of hair above her steaming pussy.
"Not my cunt, Joyce-Jesus, I don't know if I can take that ..."
She spread her legs wide, however, and suddenly the soft tip of the feather plunged into the hot recess of her pussy.
"Unnnnngggg-Joyce . . . God!"
It felt like nothing she had ever before experienced, not like any cock or finger or tongue. The way the feather tickled her pussy made her hotter and hornier than ever.
"Joyce . . . Joyce . . . shove it in me! Do it to me! The feather-my God ..."
She began to hump her cunt up and press the lips of her cunt together, grabbing at the feather as though it were a life jacket and she a drowning woman.
"Joyce, ohhhhhhh ..." - Being tickled by the feather was like some sort of ecstatic torture; it felt so good, wonderful, yet it did not put enough pressure on her cunt to make her cum, which was what she so desperately needed to do.
Joyce slowly pulled the feather out of the young girl's pussy and began caressing the tender skin which surrounded it, making Karen jump and spasm on the bed.
"Please . . . please, somebody fuck me. Hurry -I need it so bad."
What were these people doing to her? she thought to herself. Was this their sick idea of fun?
The tip of the feather was at her asshole, and she didn't know whether to spread her legs so the tight, puckered ring of her ass could be played with, or whether she should clamp her legs together and hope the hot, itchy feeling of needing to cum would go away.
"Do it to me," she murmured as she spread her legs wide. She jumped when she felt the feather probe her tight asshole. She had never felt anything like it, so teasing and sexy.
"I believe you really do like it," Tony said, crushing out his cigarette. - "I hate it," Karen panted huskily. "No, I love it, God, do it to me . . . no, stop it ... " She began to jerk her head about on the bed, her tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth as though she were dying of thirst. The tip of the feather was back at her pussy, swooping down to tease her clitoris and then quickly gone. She began ; to make humping motions on the bed, as though she were fucking some kind of invisible man. "Please FUCK me!"
She thought she was going to get her wish when Tony pushed himself away from the desk and began walking toward the bed. "Please, Tony . . . fuck me ... " She eyed his cock hungrily, thinking of how it , would feel to have that awesome prick enter her ; cunt and pump her again and again until she finally, gloriously, came. "No, Tony, what are you doing?" He took the feather from Joyce's hands and i flourished it before the young girl bound up on the | bed. He quickly brought it down on the nipple of \ her left tit, giving it a quick tickle, and just as quickly taking it away. "Tony . . . please ..." "You love it, don't you, Karen? Say you love lit... " She didn't want to, didn't want them to think that she enjoyed this kind of erotic torture at all, but before she could deny it, she felt herself nodding her head and panting, "Yes, God-I love it. I hate it, too, but I love it ... " Tony and Joyce smiled at each other and then the older woman crouched down on the bed between Karen's splayed, quivering legs.
"Would you like me to eat you out, honey?" the I older woman asked her.
"Yes, God-more than anything."
"Say please, then ..."
"Please, pretty please. Please eat me, Joyce. God, I need it so bad ..."
Some other, more rational, part of Karen was able to look at this scene almost objectively, and it told her that Tony and Joyce were not doing this cruel thing to her in order to hurt her. No, to the contrary, she felt the heat in her cunt building up as it never had before, and she knew they were only trying to show her how much better sex could be if it was approached with a sense of slowness. And she found, strangely enough, that she enjoyed being told what to do, being forced to beg to have her pussy eaten ... to be bound.
"Please . . . pretty please, Joyce-eat my pussy -do anything you want to me, but just make me cummmmmmm ..."
Joyce looked at Tony with a triumphant smile on her lips. Then she slowly put those lips down on the hot, quivering lips of Karen's pussy, barely even touching them, but beginning to lavish them with gentle caresses.
"Ohhhhhhh, do it to me. I love it. God, I've never done anything like this . . . anything this good, or this terrible ..."
When Joyce's tongue began darting into the young girl's aching cunt it was like a knight on a white horse coming to rescue her, coming to make her cum. She began humping her steaming pussy up into the older woman's face, smearing the flowing pussy juices over Joyce's cheeks and chin and nose.
"Would you like to suck my cock, Karen?" Tony asked.
"Yes, of course," she whimpered, "anything you say . . . anything at all-just make me cum ..."
The handsome restaurant owner climbed atop her chest, his knees planted firmly on either side of her, his cock pointed at her mouth.
"What do you say, Karen?" he asked.
"Please let me suck it-please, Sir, let me suck it -just make me cum ..."
"We'll make you cum if you do a good job of sucking my cock, Karen. Now open wide ..."
Karen opened wide and made her head cease its jerking and quivering on the bed. She closed her eyes and felt the huge head of Tony's prick slide into her mouth, making her once again think of how nice it was to have a cock in her mouth, how it was so much like the definition of sex itself.
"Now suck on it nice and good, Karen," Tony panted.
She closed her mouth around his prick, feverishly pushing it from side to side with her tongue. She ran her teeth lightly along the loose skin of his hard, thick cock, careful not to hurt him, and sucked in against it with her cheeks to increase the pressure on it.
"That's very good, Karen. God, so good."
She knew he was pushing his hips forward by the way the cock in her mouth slowly slid along the top of her tongue back to her throat. He paused for a moment and began gyrating his hips, pushing his prick from one side of her almost full mouth to the other. Then he continued his slow forward advance until the cock was sliding down her throat.
Joyce was working at Karen's cunt more feverishly than she had been, and the young girl had to forcibly keep from bouncing. It did not seem like such a good idea, what with Tony's cock in such a vulnerable position within her mouth.
She began sucking the older man in earnest then, pulling her head back rapidly and thrusting it forward again, running the meat of her throat along his cock, trying to give him the best suck of his life. She felt a sense of accomplishment each time she buried her nose in his pubic hair; it wasn't every girl who could suck a guy off this well.
"Karen, Karen, do it to me . . . " But suddenly he began to pull back out of her, slowly at first, then more rapidly until only the head of his prick was between her lips. Then, after one last suck, even it was gone. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"That was such a good suck, lover ..." he murmured.
"Why didn't you let me finish?" she asked, hoping he would say he wanted to cum in her pussy and not her mouth.
"Slowly, slowly-that's the name of the game, my lovely," he said with a flashing smile.
"The name of the game is fucking, Tony," she shot back. "But slowly, lover."
He climbed off her and took a great hand-hold of Joyce's black hair, pulling her mouth away from the young girl's cunt. "Just when I was about to cum, goddam you!" And it was true. She had been so close to cumming. She had been making sure not to shout aloud or do anything to inform the two of them that she was about to, because she knew they would not let her. "Just about to cum ..." she moaned. The heat in her pussy was greater than it had ever been; even greater than her last year at high school when she had let five members of the winning basketball team go at her tight pussy, one after the other, and then all over again for hours into the night. She strained again at the bonds which held her hands, which did not let her go to the hot pussy between her legs.
"Would you like to watch us fuck for a while, lover?" Tony asked innocently.
"No, dammit," Karen hotly replied, "I would NOT like to watch you two fuck! I'd like to watch ME get fucked!" "All in good time, all in good time ..." Tony murmured.
He and Joyce sat at the foot of the bed, gently kissing and stroking each other. Karen sighed when she saw his fingers disappear within her open slit, wishing he was doing it to her and not Joyce. And she wished it was her hand that casually stroked Tony's cock, up and down, again and again, until the handsome restaurant owner would writhe at her touch.
She moaned when Tony swooped down to kiss Joyce's cunt, sighed when she saw his tongue dart into Joyce again and again. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't stop until Joyce had cum.
"That's really cruel, you two . . ."
She hated them. She knew that. But yet they were indeed getting her horny in a way she had never been before; she was more hungry for a hard, thick cock pumping against the walls of her cunt than she ever had been. She tried to console herself by thinking of what it would be like when Tony did finally cum inside her, filling her little cunt with his jism until it poured out of her pussy and onto the white sheets beneath her.
"Really, really cruel ..."
But there was a tone or humor in her voice which had not been there since they had bound her to the bed. Joyce noticed it and looked around to smile at the young, bound girl.
"Beginning to enjoy it?" she asked.
"When I do cum, it's going to be like never before, I'm sure of that," Karen answered, smiling back.
Tony took his mouth from Joyce's cunt and said, "Our little dove is beginning to grow up in the ways of sex." In a flash he was kneeling between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against the young girl's tight, hungry pussy. "Hey," Joyce said, "what about me? I was just about to cum, goddammit!"
Karen began to laugh and said, "Slowly, slowly-you must learn to slow down and enjoy the fruits of sex . . ."
Tony completely cracked up, falling atop the young girl who lay beneath him.
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" Joyce demanded.
Tony and Karen began to laugh all the harder, and the young girl took advantage of the older man's lack of concentration. She began moving her hips and pelvis around beneath him, spreading her legs as wide as she could, until she managed to swallow the head of his cock with her tight little pussy. Before he could move she gripped him tightly with the inside of her legs and tried pulling him into her as much as she could.
"Hey, you're fast, lover," Tony told her.
And then, suddenly, he was all the way in her. It was as if, she realized suddenly and again, a telephone pole had been shoved into her pussy. It was as though she had never been fucked before, as 1(15 though she were a virgin.
"Fuck me-fast, fast! God . . . fuck me!"
But all Tony did was lay atop her, his prick buried in her to the hilt, their pubic hairs intermingling.
"Please, Tony, stroke me . . ."
She tried fucking him, tried pulling her pelvis back so she could enjoy the wonderful delights of a large cock sliding against the walls of her cunt, but he would have none of it. He moved with her, keeping his prick buried all the way in her.
"Please, Tony ..."
"Say pretty please . . ."
"Pretty please!"
And then his cock began to stroke back out of her, ever so slowly, just the way she preferred it when the fuck started. His cock spread the walls of her pussy wider than any other had ever done, or so it seemed anyway.
He brought his hands down to the cheeks of her ass and gripped them tightly, kneading them as though he were making bread. All the while his hands moved in toward her asshole, until he was almost there . . .
"Tony, hurry, my ass . . . shove your finger up it, then fuck me. Please, dear God-I need it so bad!"
He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart as much as he could, almost hard enough to hurt, but not quite, and she felt his probing finger find the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Quick, push it in . . ."
He ran a finger around the asshole, making her quiver beneath him, then he slowly began to push the finger into it, farther and farther until she thought she must have surely taken its entire length.
"God, I love that, Tony ... so good. Now fuck me-please-pretty please ..."
The pretty please did the trick again. Once more he stroked his cock out of her cunt, away from her womb, making her feel as though her sensitive pussy was about to explode, which she knew it was ...
He plunged back into her, landing on her hard enough to make her grunt. But she loved it, nevertheless. The finger in her ass, the cock in her cunt-it was almost more than she could bear, and she knew she was going to cum any moment, even if all he did was lay atop her with his finger shoved in her asshole.
Again he pulled out of her, and he didn't pause when he reached the top this time-no, he thrust his cock right back into her, slamming against the bony mound above her pussy. And he didn't pause there-no, out again his cock came, feeling lovely against the soft walls of her tight pussy. In again, out again, and finally, after what seemed like hours of being teased, finally she was getting what her cunt needed so badly-she was getting fucked.
"Tony, oh, do it to me. Tony . . . God, finally-a fuck-oh, this is so good. The best ever . . ."
She began thrusting her pelvis up so she could swallow as much of his thick prick with her pussy each time he stroked it into her. Up and down she went, again and again, thinking of how great the fuck was that she was getting; truly, it was the best ever.
"You're so tight, baby, so tight. You make me want to cum too fast, that's how tight you are." He moaned.
She felt it well up within her, and knew suddenly why they had teased her for so long-this was going to be a cum that would outshine all the others by far. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the tight pussy between her legs, on his hard cock pounding into it, on the dam which was about to break at any moment.
"Fuck me Tony ... do it to me .. . never had it like this, never . . . awwwwwwwww . . . FUCK MY CUNT!!!"
She ground her hips on the bed, and by the way he screwed his eyes and mouth shut, and by the way a muscle in his left cheek quivered, she knew that he was loving the fuck as much as she was.
Then he began to slow his thrusts down, and Karen somehow knew that they were going to cum at the same time, and that it would be the best fuck of both their lives.
"Karen ... so tight . . ."
It seemed to take full, long seconds for him to push his prick into her pussy and back out again, so slowly was he moving. He paused at the end of each thrust, savoring the wonderful tightness which was encircling his cock. And then, suddenly, he pushed into her one final time.
"Tony, I'm cumming-hold me, lover!"
"Karen . . . Karen . . ."
Tight arms wrapped around her at the same time that she felt his jism shoot out the slit of his huge cock, and that was all she needed to cum . . . and cum . . . and cum . . .
"Tony, Tony, Tony ..."
The tidal wave within her was crashing, breaking on the reefs of her tight pussy, and she began to shake and shudder as she never had before.
Then, suddenly, it was over. Karen lay back on the bed, completely relaxed, letting every muscle in her body go limp. She stared up at the ceiling.
"What a fuck ..." she murmured.
She felt better than she ever had. It was that simple. No fuck, no piece of good news, no stretch of ocean surfing had ever made her feel as she did at this moment.
"What a fuck ..." she murmured again.
She looked at Tony and wasn't surprised to see that he seemed almost as contented as she. She lifted her head up as far as she could and planted a kiss on his panting lips. She nodded to the ropes which were bound around her wrists and said, "Would you take these damn things off me now?"
Tony laughed, kissed her back, and said, "Sure thing. But do you see why I wanted to show you how nice it is to be tied up?"
She nodded. "You know how much I loved it."
He smiled and said, "I just wanted to hear you say it." He rubbed his body one last time against her full tits and then pulled his softening cock out of her pussy. He quickly went about untying the ropes which bound her hands and feet.
"Thanks," she said when he had finished, "for everything," she added after a moment.
He smiled again and said, "Think nothing of it."
For the first time in long minutes, Karen remembered that Joyce was in the office with them. The young girl looked over to where the older woman sat and said-, "We forgot all about you, didn't we, Joyce?"
Joyce laughed and nodded. "No problem, though," she said, "I mean, poor little Joyce is just sitting over here so horny she can't think straight, but really, don't let it bother you any . . ."
"Well," Tony said while he dressed himself, "I'm afraid I can't get it up for you, not so soon after Karen. I'm not as young as I used to be, that's for sure."
Karen looked at the older woman, who sat in the leather chair behind Tony's desk. "You're really horny, huh, Joyce?" she asked somewhat mischievously.
"You're damn right I am, honey!"
"Well," Karen said slowly, "why don't you come on over here and join me in a little game of eat the clam ..."
Joyce grinned and stood, and Karen wasn't at all surprised to see that the middle finger of her right hand was jammed into the pink slit of her pussy.
"I don't know about you," Tony said to Karen. "Have you always been this horny?"
"I've tried to be, Tony. I mean, God gave us so few pleasures in life that we sure as hell can't overlook the obvious ones!"
"Makes sense," Tony concluded as he tucked his shirt into his slacks. He looked at the young girl on the bed and at the older woman who casually moved toward her, then leaned against his desk and lit a cigarette. "Do you two mind if I watch?" he asked needlessly.
"Not at all, honey," Joyce whispered huskily. And with that, she practically dived atop Karen's voluptuous, naked body.
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, lover," Karen murmured when she felt Joyce's splayed pussy rub against her thigh, "I can't believe how wet you are."
Joyce rolled around on the bed until her pussy was up by Karen's face. She spread her legs as wide as the position would let her, then began to run her fingers in mindless tracings on the young girl's body.
Karen looked at the puffy folds of the cunt, her face only inches away, and decided that eating pussy was one of the nicest things anybody had ever shown her. She moved her head in between Joyce's legs and rested her head on the firm, full thigh. Her lips were as close to the beautiful waitress' wet slit as they could possibly be without yet touching.
Karen slowly pushed her tongue out, barely touching the cunt which lay before her. It was enough to make Joyce quiver more than a little and draw in a deep breath of air.
"You like that, lover?" Karen asked.
"You know it ... " Again Karen's tongue darted out, and this time she pushed it into Joyce's cunt as far as she could. She held it still for a moment, then began to gently rotate it around and around, caressing the soft lips of the older woman's pussy in the lusty way that only an educated tongue can do.
"Unnnnnggggggg, do it to me ... " She pulled her tongue back out of the splayed cunt and put her lips to it, wetly kissing it and making huge smacking sounds each time.
"You're so good, honey . . . so much better than you were. Yeah, eat me ... " "Sure, lover, sure, I'd love to eat you. It tastes so good, so much better than any meal I've had in a long while. But tell me, which do you prefer-my feathery soft lips, or my wet, darting tongue?"
"Both, Karen-I love them both-yeah . . . give both of 'em to me at the same time ..."
Karen began to kiss, covering every accessible portion of the wet pussy. Then she darted her tongue out, fucking the older waitress with it, driving it as deeply within her pussy as it would go, and then back out again.
Karen pushed Joyce's legs even wider apart, and maneuvered the beautiful, horny lady onto her back. Karen climbed atop her, keeping her mouth on the musky pussy which lay open beneath her, and planted her knees on either side of Joyce's neck. As she increased the pace of her tongue fucking, she felt the first, tentative caress of Joyce's skilled mouth on her own splayed cunt, as light and gentle a touch as could be imagined, yet enough to make her think of cumming one more time.
"Joyce, thank you-that feels so good."
"Thank you too, lover ..."
They began to tongue fuck each other's cunts in a frenzied rhythm. First Karen would shoot her wet tongue into Joyce's pussy, then she would feel the older woman's tongue reciprocate.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . Karen . . . ohhhhhhh ... do it to me ... " Karen began to hump her cunt down into the older woman's face, and Joyce quickly followed suit, smearing the rich juices of her pussy over the young girl's cheeks, chin and mouth.
"Joyce, Joyce, Joyce, I'm gonna cum ..."
It was welling up within her one more time; she sensed it coming over her like an avalanche-there was nothing she could do about it, nothing she would even want to do about it.
"Gonna cum-gonna cum!"
She concentrated only on two things-the hot spot between her legs which was about to burst at any moment, and the quivering pussy which was spread open like a banquet beneath her searching lips and tongue.
The two began to move faster, pushing their pussies into each other's faces as rapidly as they could, darting out their tongues as though they were snakes, faster and faster until Karen was on the verge of cumming . . .
"Unnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh . . . Joyce, do it me. Yeah-please-so good-gonna cum!"
The pussy which lay beneath Karen's searching mouth was suddenly even more wet than it had been, if such a thing was possible, and the young girl knew that Joyce had cum, too.
"God, Joyce, what a great tonguer you are," Karen murmured, pulling her mouth away from the beautiful waitress' drenched pussy.
"You're all right yourself, kid," Joyce replied.
Karen lay atop her for a while longer while Joyce gave her a few final kisses and sucked up some of the juices which had poured out of Karen when she had cum. Then the lovely Hps left her pussy, so she slowly rolled off the older woman's luscious, quivering body and stretched out on the bed. She was fully, completely, spent.
"Well," Tony said after a moment, "you two make quite a pair, I'll say that much."
"Thanks for the compliment," Karen somehow managed to say. "I can't remember the last time I fucked for so long ..."
"We'll have to do it again sometime, honey."
Karen was so inspired by Joyce's suggestion that she moved her head up the bed to the older waitress' foot and proceeded to take her big toe into her mouth.
Karen wondered, later, what would have happened if they had not been interrupted by a knock on the door, and she finally decided that they would have played with each other for quite some time, then ended up tongue fucking again each other until they both came. But the knock came on the door ...
"What is it?" Tony called out in a professional voice that sounded as if he were doing nothing more than going over the day's receipts.
"You're needed out here, Tony," came the voice of One of the waitresses who worked the shift after Karen.
"What the hell for?"
"Well ..."
"Out with it, Rita!"
"Your kid's in a fight out in the back parking lot."
"With who?" Tony called out while pulling on his shoes. "Billy."
"Ohmigod," Karen said, pulling her mouth away from Joyce's big toe. She quickly climbed off the bed and began to dress.
"Okay, Rita, thanks a lot. I'll be out in a minute." He finished dressing, glanced over at Karen, who was zipping up her uniform, and said, "Damn him."
He was out of the office in a flash, and Karen was practically on his heels.
* * *
Karen glanced over at the battered, bloody boy she was driving home.
"Why won't you tell me what you two were fighting about, Billy?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
"He's a sonofabitch all the way through. Isn't that reason enough?"
"Well, something must have set it off."
"He hit me when we were working, Karen. Don't tell me you forgot that! What would you expect me to do, just let that pass? And I was carrying a buspan of dishes at the time, so he hit me when I didn't even have a chance ,,,."
"There wasn't, well. . . something else that made you tear into him? I mean, you were practically whipping him, and he's a lot bigger than you. Something must have really made you mad."
He looked over at her through his puffy eyes. "You really want to know, huh?"
"Of course."
He was silent for a moment, then pointed and said, "That's where I live. The dumpy looking green house."
"It looks nice to me."
'Yeah ..." He managed a smile. "I guess it's not all that bad, it's just that when you feel like a mountain just fell on you, well ..."
She chuckled and said, "You know what?"
"What?"
"I like you." She pulled into his driveway. "Aww, go on."
"No, dammit, you grow on a person." She paused. "You've changed."
"How's that?" He was looking away from her now.
"You act smarter, older, and you'll stick up for a girl you happen to like. Would you have done that when I first met you?"
He thought about that for a moment, then took her hand in his own. "You know what we were fighting about, then."
She nodded.
"He said some filthy things about you. Look, it bothered me that you fucked him, but it's not like we had any kind of hold on each other. That's not why I tried to turn his head into hamburger . . . " "Why, then?"
"Well, he called you a whore, and he started describing exactly what you two did, and I guess that's when I tried to remove his balls from the rest of his body."
She thought about that for a minute, and finally decided there was no other way to measure if a boy-no, a man-loved you. She tried to think of something to say, but finally decided that kissing him was enough.
"That hurts, Karen," he said with a pained chuckle.
"Oh, sorry ..."
"Do it again ..."
After a time, she said, "Well, I should be getting home, and you should see about those cuts and other things on your face, and well ..."
"Yeah, I love you too."
And with that he slowly, painfully, climbed out of the car. They waved at each other for what must have been five minutes before she started her car and drove away.
CHAPTER TEN
As she drove to work the next day, Karen pondered what idiotic, childish things Andy would do. She found herself wishing Tony would give his son the money for art school just to get him out of everybody's hair.
She turned the radio on just in time to catch a love song from a sixties group. It had been a favorite of hers when she was a child and she instinctively turned it up. She found, after a moment, and not surprisingly, that the lyrics made her think of Billy. He was so sweet, so kind, and she could see him maturing, turning into a man, before her very eyes. She only wished that he wasn't so much younger than she.
"But that doesn't matter," she decided aloud. "He's nice, he's good looking, I like him, and he likes me ... " What more was there, really?
As she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, her thoughts went to the time she and Billy had spent in bed. He had been a very good lover, actually, a little too eager, but that was understandable, considering that it was the first time he had ever encountered a wet pussy. Karen was glad she had been his first, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to have him for a steady lover-even to live with him someday.
She decided she would like it very much as she parked her car and saw his thin, handsome figure through the window of the restaurant, bent over a table, efficiently clearing it off.
She checked her appearance in her rear-view mirror, decided she looked about the same as usual-cute, but not beautiful-and climbed out of her small sports car, gathering her purse and uniform into her arms. She locked the door and made her way toward the restaurant.
"Karen, how you doing?" Billy asked when she entered the air-conditioned building.
"Fine. Hey, you look a lot better than yesterday."
"It's not possible to look worse." He loaded the last of the dishes of the table he was clearing off into the tray he used and began to wipe it clean with a rag. "You're not going to believe Andy, Karen," he said.
"I think I can believe just about anything that creep does,'" she replied.
"I don't think so. The guy's a regular Pollyanna all of a sudden."
"You're right-I don't believe it."
"Really, he is. He's practically a joy to work with -all smiles and jokes, a nice word to everybody-he even apologized to me for the things he said, well, you know ..."
Karen pondered the news for a moment, then said, "It's the calm before the storm. The stillness before the Indians attack. They eye of a hurricane. The-" "I don't think so." Billy began to laugh and said, "I love you, Scarlet, but I must get these dishes to the kitchen."
"Frankly, Billy," she began, but he was gone before she could finish the line.
It surprised her how calmly he had told her he loved her. He had said it last night when she drove him home, but a part of her hadn't been certain if he meant it-he might have been just a little punchy from the beating he had taken.
Did he mean it now?
Don't worry about it, Karen, she told herself. If he means it, he means it. If he doesn't, he doesn't. She didn't like to think about the second possibility.
She made her way toward the kitchen, thinking of the young boy who had said he loved her, and it wasn't until she entered the kitchen and saw Andy washing dishes that she remembered him and what Billy had said about him.
"Hi, Karen, how are you this lovely day?"
"Huh?"
"You're looking good, so you must feel fine-right?"
She looked at the young boy for a moment, then said, "You're going to art school, right?"
"Huh? Art school?"
"Yeah, remember? Painting? Drawing?"
"No, I'm not going to art school-what made you think I was?" He turned his back to her and went about the task of separating silverware.
She slipped out the rear door of the kitchen, giving Andy one last, bemused look, and made her way past the male employee's rest room on her way to the dressing room. As she was walking past the lady's rest room the door swung open and a young girl scampered out, smashing into Karen, almost knocking her into the opposite wall.
"Oh, gee . . . I'm really sorry ..." the girl said. "Hey, it's okay," Karen said, "nothing's broken too badly." Karen eyed the young girl's uniform. "Is this your first day?"
"Yeah." The young girl pointed to her name tag and said, "My name's Andrea."
"I kind of figured that."
"Oh, yeah-I guess it says it right there."
There was a moment of silence while Karen thought of something to say. She had found that it always helps to get off on a good foot with somebody you're going to be working with. "How do you like it here?" she asked.
The girl smiled-beamed, actually-and said, "I love it! I've always wanted to work in a restaurant, and the people are ..." She glanced toward the kitchen, and the look in her eye was one that Karen knew well. "The people are really wonderful . . . " "Oh? Anybody in particular?"
"Well, I like Andy a lot-you know, the dishwasher ..."
"Yeah, I know him."
"He's been really nice to me ... " Karen decided that this cute, tiny teenager with the face of a nymphet was the reason why Andy was in such good spirits. Had he fallen in love?
"You say you like the restaurant business?" Karen asked her.
"Oh, yes. It's really fascinating."
"Did Andy tell you his father owns this restaurant?" "I had no idea! You're kidding ..." "Nope."
"Wow, that's really great. He'll probably own a restaurant of his own someday, then. If not this one, then he'll probably start up somewhere on his own."
"Probably."
"That really is great ..." "Yeah, well, I have to get dressed." "Okay-I'll see you around." -"Sure thing."
Karen made her way to the dressing room and quickly began to change into her skimpy uniform.
Andy was an angel for the day. Sweet as could be, actually, and Karen was surprised at how smooth the first part of the day went. She even decided to take her lunch break with Andy and Andrea, something which, only twenty-four hours earlier, she would have thought an impossibility.
They were in the tiny lunchroom off the kitchen where the employees ate. Andy and Andrea sat together on one side of the table, and Karen noticed that there wasn't enough room between their touching thighs to insert a piece of notebook paper.
"Karen was telling me that your dad owns this restaurant," Andrea said.
"Oh, she did? Yeah, he does."
"You're probably really interested in the food business, then-huh, Andy?"
"Well, yeah, you could say that ..."
"Do you want to own one someday?"
"Oh sure-who wouldn't?"
Karen decided that Andy wasn't all that interested in painting; his father was right.
Andy and Andrea grew silent all of a sudden, and when Andy's hand disappeared beneath the table she was quite certain where it was headed. It made her exceedingly horny, wondering what he was doing to her under the table-was his hand was only resting chastely upon her knee, or was he slowly sliding it up her skirt and down her silk stockings to get into her panties?
This horny feeling that swept through her made her think of Billy. She couldn't wait for the day to end so she could take Billy to her place and fuck him and suck him all night long.
"Hey," she said after a moment, "it's about time for us to get back to work, you two."
"Huh?" Andy mumbled around a mouthful of food.
"Yeah, we have about five minutes to go-I think I'll start a little early; Tony loves it whenever one of us does that." She grinned at the two who were too busy looking into each other's eyes to even pay attention to what she was saying.
The rest of the day went well; Andy was wonderfully sweet, Andrea proved to be a competent waitress, even though this was the first time she had ever done it, and the flirtatious looks that passed between Karen and Billy were enough to make Karen's panties wet.
There were only five minutes left in her workday when things became unusually quiet and Tony beckoned to her from where he stood behind the cash register.
"Yeah, Tony?"
"Yes, Karen, would you get my tool set out of my desk?"
"Sure, which drawer?"
"The bottom one on the left. This damn register is screwing up on me again." "Okay, be back in a second."
She made her way through the kitchen, nodding to the dishwasher who came on after Andy, and passed through the hallway without seeing anyone else. When she passed the dressing room she thought she heard voices from within, but she wasn't really sure so she paid it no mind.
When she entered Tony's office, something didn't seem quite right to her. She thought about it for a moment, casually gazing around the room, but could not pick out the thing in the room which seemed different to her. It's probably nothing, she thought, and went over to Tony's desk to get his tools.
When she slid open the drawer of the desk she found, much to her surprise, a pair of suction cups sitting on the tool box. They were some kind of sex device, she decided-stick the suction cup on a girl's wet cunt and then pull it off. She found herself wondering what it would feel like.
She looked around the room again and decided that the suction cups weren't for making a girl cum in a weird way. Not at all. Her gaze was steadily fixed on a piece of the wood paneling on the wall . . .
That was what had caught her attention-or, at least, the attention of her subconscious. The sheet of paneling was slightly out of square and kicked out the better part of an inch at the bottom.
Wasn't that about where the mirror was on the other side of the wall in the dressing room? But why should that mean anything to me? she thought.
Then it came to her. How had Tony known, that first day at work, that she was so horny she was about to bust? And he had known. She thought about it some and realized that he had been fully confident that his pass would end up in a score. And now Karen believed she was about to figure out the reason why.
She removed the suction cups from the desk drawer and, quickly stepping across the room, stuck them on the mysterious section of paneling. Then she pulled.
Tony had a two-way mirror built into the wall between his office and the girl's dressing room! That was why he insisted the girls dress at work-so he could satisfy his voyeuristic impulses! And that was how he had known that Karen was so horny!
The mirror came as quite a surprise to her-so much of a surprise that what was going on in the dressing room at that very moment almost seemed anti-climactic. Andy and Andrea were in the dressing room fucking as hard as they could on the floor. My God, she thought, those two are really going at it.
They were in the standard missionary position, and their hips were almost a blur as they bounced up and down together in a perfect rhythm. Andrea's arms were wrapped tightly around Andy's back and her mouth was open and mouthing words which Karen couldn't make out.
The horniness which had been growing in Karen all day long was becoming almost unbearable. She dropped her hand down between her slightly spread legs and began to rub her pussy through the fabric of her uniform.
Andrea's head was bobbing about insanely now, and she looked over at the mirror for a moment, staring intently at the image of her and Andy. After a moment she set about kissing the young dishwasher on his mouth, face, and neck, laving him with hot, wet kisses. He said something to her which made her smile, but the smile quickly transformed into a sneer of passion which Karen knew was the look of someone who was about to cum . . .
"Hey, Karen, Tony wants those tools!"
Karen quickly turned to look at Billy, her fingers still pressing hard through her uniform to rub her pussy.
"What the hell-" he began, but then he noticed the two-way mirror and what was happening on the other side of it.
"Billy," Karen murmured, "I need you so bad . . . " "Huh?"
She practically ran at him, embracing him tightly. She began to rub her tits against his chest and it wasn't long before she felt his cock grow and press into her pelvis.
"The tools ..." he managed to say.
"Forget 'em, just fuck me ... " "No ..."
"Yes ..."
He used his greater strength to push her away from him. "I said no, Karen. I'll get the tools to Tony-otherwise he'll come back to see what's going on in here." He kissed her once, then said, "I'll be back, love." He got the tools out of the desk and was suddenly gone.
Karen closed the door and then quickly began to make the bed. She glanced once at the two young lovers and saw that they were still fucking away, only much more slowly than they had been.
When the bed was all made, Karen set about removing her uniform. When it was over her head she heard the door of the office open.
"Billy," she murmured.
"And friends," Tony said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Karen turned to see Billy, Tony and Joyce standing in the room with the door closed behind them.
"I see you found my little toy," Tony said, glancing at the mirror.
Karen nodded.
"I suppose you're upset," he added, kicking off his shoes. Am I? Karen thought. Any invasion of privacy bothered her, sure, but something about the mirror didn't bother her. She realized that thinking of Tony sitting in this room admiring her body turned her on.
"No," she said finally, "I don't think I am upset."
Tony smiled at her and unbuttoned his shirt. "I'm glad it doesn't upset you. I would be pleased if you and Billy wouldn't tell anybody about it." He smiled and added, "Some of the best fucking I've ever had was right here while Joyce and I watched you and the other ladies undress."
Strangely enough, Karen was pleased that he had enjoyed fucking while watching her undress. She decided that she was as kinky as they come and started pulling off her underwear.
Tony pulled off his pants and went over to the mirror to watch his son fuck. "That girl is nuts about restaurants," he said after a moment.
"Yeah," remarked Billy, who by now was entirely unclothed. "She sure turned Andy's head."
"Yes," Tony said, "he was telling me that he wanted to own a restaurant someday." He turned to look at Karen. "Was I right about his love for painting?"
Karen nodded. "Yes, you were right. Don't rub it in too much though, okay?" "Okay."
Karen slipped off her panties and climbed up onto the bed to watch the other three. Joyce was naked herself now and she sat down on the edge of the bed and began to massage Karen's foot. Billy leaned against Tony's desk and helped himself to a cigarette. Karen admired his trim, lean body and compared it to Tony's. Tony was quite a bit more muscular, true, but muscles had never turned Karen on the way it did some girls. Billy's body, on the whole, was more desirable to her, with its lithe, statuesque lines and even tan. The only thing she liked about Tony's body more was his hairy chest. Karen loved to feel hair rubbing against her tits and belly when she fucked a man, but from the waist up Billy was almost completely smooth. But he was young, she decided, and hair would grow. And if not, she didn't really care.
Tony turned from the mirror to look at Billy and said, "You've been seeing Karen, haven't you."
Billy nodded, casually inhaling on the cigarette.
"She's a good girl. I promise never to make a pass at her, if you two are having that kind of relationship."
Billy looked over at Karen and admired her voluptuous body. "Are we having that kind of relationship?" he asked.
Karen thought about it for a moment, then decided to let him decide. She wanted to see if he was ready for a commitment yet. "I don't know-are we?"
He looked at her again, then glanced at the mirror and the two naked, fucking bodies. "Yes, I think we are."
Karen smiled. "Good. I'm glad, Billy."
"Me too." "That's so sweet," Joyce said, taking her expert hands from Karen's foot. "You two make a really nice couple." She looked over at Tony and said, "Well, are you going to start fucking me or an I gonna have to masturbate?"
In a moment Tony was completely naked and walking toward Joyce. He stood before her and, both hands buried in her hair, pulled her toward his cock.
Karen watched intently as Joyce's tongue flicked out to lick Tony's flaccid cock. She quickly glanced over at Billy, beckoning to him with a bat of her eyelashes, then looked back at Tony and Joyce. Tony's cock was beginning to harden, rising away from his body under the expert ministrations of Joyce's tongue and fingers.
"That really feels nice, baby," the restaurant owner murmured. Karen closed her eyes when Billy slipped onto the bed beside her, thinking only of the hot pussy between her legs. She felt his fingers linger along the insides of her thighs, tracing out random patterns which slowly moved toward her dripping pussy.
His fingers were playing around the edge of her cunt now, tickling the sensitive flesh and gently pushing apart the hot, pink lips. Karen began to squirm under his fingers and tried to spread her legs apart even wider. "Billy; God . . . kiss me now."
She felt his warm breath on her neck, then on her tits. He lingered there for a time, kissing her nipples until they were fully distended. Slowly he brought his mouth down over the smooth, lithe belly to the hard mound above her aching cunt.
While he kissed her, his fingers had been playing in her pubic hair and cunt. Now he slowly pulled his fingers away and brought his mouth down at the same moment.
"Ohhhhhh . . . Billy ..."
She began to writhe and squirm beneath his darting tongue, humping her pussy up into his face as she did so. His tongue was like a hot poker; she decided that having a tongue in her cunt was as nice as being fucked with a hard prick, but it was nice in a different way.
"So good, Billy ..."
She opened her eyes to look down at the young boy and saw that Tony and Joyce were now fucking on the desk. The sight aroused her even more than Billy's tonguing, if such a thing were possible, and it made her want to feel a hard, thick cock pounding into her.
"Billy . . . fuck me now, God, I need it so bad, so bad. Do it to me."
He stayed at her cunt for several moments, and while she waited for him to tire of tonguing her and bury his prick in her, she glanced over to see what was going on on the other side of the two-way mirror. Andy and Andrea were still there, but they were finished fucking. They lay side by side on the floor entangled in each other's arms and relaxedly stroking each other's genitals. "Now, Billy-please!"
She needed to be fucked so badly that her cunt ached. She had to have a thick cock spreading wide the narrow walls of her pussy-she needed it now.
"Hurry, Billy ..."
He took his mouth from her finally and climbed around on the bed until he kneeled between her widely spread thighs. He smiled down at her and put the head of his prick against her tiny pussy.
"Hurry ..."
"Sure, Karen, sure thing ..."
He began to push his hips forward. Karen groaned when she felt the wide head of his cock enter her pussy, splitting wide the tiny entrance.
"Ohhhhhhh, Billy ..."
His relentless pushing made the prick move deeper into her until it was halfway buried in her steaming cunt. Suddenly the entrance was made easier and his thick cock was in her pussy all the way to the hilt.
"Karen ... so fucking tight ..."
They lay for long seconds without moving while she wrapped her arms and legs around his thin, lithe body. Karen glanced over at the two-way mirror and saw that Andy's face was buried between Andrea's splayed, quivering thighs. The sight made her want to cum, so she loosened the grip around Billy's hips and began to bump and grind her pelvis beneath him.
"Ohhhhhh, my God, Karen ..."
He began stroking his cock into her, slowly and lovingly, burying it deeply in her each time. He clenched his teeth together and made strange faces. Karen liked to watch men's faces while they fucked her; she felt proud that her tight little pussy could move them so much that they looked as if they had just swallowed their tongues.
"Karen, God, fuck me, do it to me-so fucking good ... so fucking tight . . . yeah ..."
They were fucking in a perfect rhythm, pulling their hips apart and slamming them back together so slowly that she felt as if she were in a slow motion scene in a movie. It was the perfect speed to totally enjoy Billy's thick cock every inch of the way.
"Billy . . . Billy . . . fuck me ... " She began to grip his back, kneading the muscles that her hands found. He was propping himself up on his elbows, which was how she usually preferred to be fucked by a man-getting squashed was not her idea of a good time. But now, for some reason, she felt that she needed the whole of his weight on her, pushing her down into the mattress of the bed.
"Billy, your elbows ... get off them ..."
"Won't that hurt?"
"I . . . unnnngggghhhh ... so good ... I need to feel your weight on me . . . do it to me!"
He lowered his weight onto her and used his free hands to massage the cheeks of her driving ass. He gripped them tightly and pulling them apart.
"You're heavy, Billy, heavy as a man. And you fuck like a man . . . ohhhhhhh . . . yes . . . you do fuck like a man! And you're as good a worker as a man, and you're as mature as a man. God, I love you ..."
"I love you, too, Karen ..."
"Then live with me, lover-move out of your house. God, so good . . . live with me and we can fuck every day and every night. We can shower together and soap each other down, and I'll show you how to fuck a girl in the ass."
He was pounding into her harder and faster, forcibly pulling her upward to meet his thrust by the hand-holds he had on the cheeks of her ass. He didn't speak for a time, so intent was he on fully enjoying the fuck he was getting from her tight pussy.
"Oh, Billy! You're doing this so well ..." He was fucking her with greater fervor and vigor than that first night they had done it. It was as though he felt more in control of the situation, more confident that he had the power to give a girl complete pleasure by driving his thick cock into her with all the force he could muster.
He drove into her with even more fervor, and as Karen lay beneath him, her legs spread wide and staring up into his contorted face, she thought of how she wanted this cock in her and no other ... how she wanted this man atop her full-breasted body clenching the cheeks of her ass.
"Billy ... I love you so much ..."
Tony and Joyce had finished fucking and were now sitting on the edge of the bed looking over at Karen and Billy. Joyce winked at her and Karen groaned back.
"Fuck me, Billy ..."
His driving hips began to slow down, and he paused at the end of each long thrust into her hot, tight pussy. Karen knew he was about to cum, and she knew she was about to, also.
"Karen . . . here goes, here goes ..."
His whole body shook as if an earthquake was occurring within it. He pushed into her tight pussy one last time and then she felt the gusher of cum shoot out the end of his cock into the depths of her contracting cunt.
"Unnnnnngggggghhhhhh . . . BILLY! Christ . . . I'm cumming, Billy, do it to me ... " Still he was cumming in her, filling her pussy with cum until it had no place to go except down her thighs onto the bed.
"Cumming . . . cumming . . . Billy ..."
She felt herself bust loose then, and felt herself cum until it seemed it would go on forever.
"Ohhhhh ... I love you, Billy ..."
"I love you, too ..."
Karen lay back on the bed, completely relaxed, her fingers tracing mindless patterns on her young lover's back.
"Karen . . . that was so good."
"Yes, it was."
He rolled off her, pulling his cock out of her slippery cunt, and lay beside her on the bed. They nestled in each other's arms for a time, petting each other's genitals and whispering words of love.
"That was really great," Karen said finally. "About the best fuck I've ever had."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Billy added.
"What are the two young lovers doing?" Karen asked Tony.
He looked through the two-way mirror on the wall. "They're dressing."
He walked over to the desk and got a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and an ashtray. He sat back down on the bed and passed the cigarettes around.
"You know," Karen said as she lit her cigarette, "there's something really nice about fucking when you know you're being watched."
"It's a hell of a lot more arousing, that's for sure," Tony said.
"It is weird," Billy added. "It's nothing like fucking without being watched."
Karen had to suppress a giggle. This was the boy who was a virgin just a few days earlier? All of a sudden he was an expert on the subject.
"I love you," she said, leaning over to whisper it in his ear.
"Yeah, I kind of figured that ..."
"You two are so sweet it's almost sickening," Tony said, shaking his head.
"I think it's nice," Joyce said as she reached over to fondle Tony's limp cock.
Joyce and Tony were sitting up cross-legged on the bed with the ashtray between them. Karen needed the ashtray so she sat up and moved over by them. She was quickly followed by Billy and they made a square on the bed with the ashtray in the middle.
"You two are pretty serious about each other now, huh?" Tony said, glancing at his two naked employees.
"About as serious as you can get," Billy said, answering for them.
"And you don't think you'll fool around with anyone else for some time?"
Billy looked over at Karen, his eyes settling for a moment on her large, swaying tits. "No, I don't think we will."
"You know, though, a lot of couples fool around with other people. Group sex, and all that. It's not like it's cheating, or anything, because both people are doing it."
"What are you getting at, Tony?" Karen asked him, having a feeling that she all ready knew what it was. "I'm talking about this, my dear." With that he put his hand on Joyce's cunt, casually stroking the moist pink pussy.
"I still don't get it," Karen said.
Joyce put a hand out to Billy's soft, slick cock and began to stroke it. He was so shocked that for a moment he didn't try to stop her.
"Uh, Joyce," he finally said, "what do you think you're doing, anyway?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
Billy put out a hand as if to stop her, but suddenly his cock began to grow under her touch and an ecstatic expression came over his face. His hand stopped in mid-air, as if it had forgotten what it had set out to do, and he ended up resting it on his thigh. He looked over at Karen and asked, "Do you mind if, well, you know ..."
Karen didn't know whether she minded or not, and while she was trying to decide, she felt a finger on her hungry cunt, stroking it slowly and thoroughly.
"Tony, I don't know about this ..."
"Don't worry about it, honey ..."
"But ..."
He was leaning forward, his lips pursed, and she seriously considered whether she wanted to stop those lips from reaching her aching pussy. While she thought about it she glanced over at Billy and saw that Joyce's mouth was now on his cock and he had leaned back on the bed, his eyes closed and an ecstatic expression on his face.
Tony's lips had rested on the soft, moist lips of her pussy, kissing and chewing, and she decided that she really didn't want to stop him.
"Unnnnnggggghhhhh ... do it to me, Tony, yeah . . . " She felt his tongue darting into her, sending shivers down her spine to settle her steaming cunt. She began to writhe beneath his expert tongue, humping her cunt up into his face, smearing him with her flowing juices. She jerked her head about on the bed and caught a glimpse of Billy, who lay on the bed beside her, his face contorted in a grimace of pleasure. She slowly moved closer to him, careful not to pull her pussy away from Tony's mouth, and kissed her young boyfriend on the cheek, running her tongue up and down his soft, boyish face. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.
"Kiss me," he murmured.
She put her lips to his and slowly kissed him, leisurely pushing her tongue between his lips, thinking only of Billy's mouth and the mouth which was on her cunt.
"Mmmmmm . . . Karen ... I love you ..."
Suddenly Tony's mouth was gone from her cunt, leaving her with a feeling of total abandonment. She took her lips from Billy's and looked down between her spread legs.
"Don't worry, Karen," the dark restaurant owner said, "I'll get back to you in just a minute."
He was rotating around on the bed to get his hips between Joyce's spread thighs which were hanging off the end of the bed. It was a tricky position, but he managed, and Karen watched as he pushed his long, thick cock into Joyce's pussy. They fucked for a few moments before Tony put his mouth back on Karen's cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm ..." she murmured when she felt his tongue dart into her.
Billy began to kiss her on the cheek this time. Karen turned her face toward him and let him shoot his tongue between her lips and down her throat as far as it would reach.
"Mmmmmmm . . . Billy . . . kiss me ... " She thought of how interesting the position was that they were all in; she and Billy were getting tongued and sucked while their two lovers fucked away at each other, and here they were kissing away while it was all going on.
The bed began to shake with the rhythm of their fucking and sucking, and Karen tried to figure out the harmony that they all moved in-when Tony pushed his tongue into her pussy, she did the same into Billy's mouth. When her tongue entered Billy's mouth, he humped his cock up into Joyce's mouth and down her throat. When he did that, Joyce and Tony slammed their pelvises together. It was almost mind-blowing to think about. She wondered what would happen if she broke the rhythm. She took her mouth away from Billy's and watched as his hips stopped pushing upward into Joyce's face. She giggled when she watched Joyce and Tony pause in their fuck. She didn't think it was so funny when Tony lifted his face up from where it was buried between her splayed thighs and looked at her.
"Something's different," he said.
Karen laughed and put her lips back to Billy's. They went back to fucking as they had been, sucking and licking and screwing away as if there would be no tomorrow.
Karen felt Tony's tongue slide over her outstretched clitoris. She jumped beneath him, almost biting Billy's tongue. She began to moan into her young lover's mouth, thinking of how she was about to cum once more, thinking of all the other times she had cum this week, thinking of how fucking great sex was.
"Mmmmmm ..." she moaned, "ohhhhh ... do it to me. Yeah, Tony-suck me, Tony ..." She set about humping her pussy up into his face as hard as she could, literally attacking his. nose with the pink meat of her cunt.
"Unnnnggggghhh ... so good ... do it to me . . .
"Gonna cum . . . gonna cummmmm . . . " Billy moaned, burying his hands in Joyce's hair. "Your throat, God . . . it's all the way down your throat ..."
Tony was slowing his thrust into Joyce's pussy and pausing at the end of each long stroke. Karen wasn't surprised to see that his face was contorted in the grimace of a man about to cum.
"Do it to me, Tony . . . God ..." She felt it welling up within her, felt herself about to cum and cum and cum.
"God, Tony, eat me . . . eat my pussy . . . gonna cum all over your face . . . yeah ..."
A heavy sledgehammer pounded into her pussy, harder and harder until she felt it break, felt herself cum . . .
"AHHHHHHH . . . cumming . . . God . . . I'm cumming, Christ ... so good, so fucking good ..."
Karen closed her eyes and lay back on the bed, letting herself cum and cum . . .
Billy himself was on the verge of cumming. He quivered each time he thrust up into Joyce's mouth and had great hand-holds of her hair. He pushed up slowly into her mouth and down her throat one final time. His hips shook violently and then he fell back on the bed. Cum dripped out the corner of Joyce's mouth.
"God . . . thank you, Joyce ..."
Tony and Joyce still fucked away, their thighs hanging off the edge of the bed and mercilessly bouncing about. Karen and Billy moved to opposite side of the bed to give the couple room.
"You two can fuck up here," Karen said.
"Huh?" Tony muttered. He glanced around wildly for a moment, then pulled Joyce and himself up onto the bed.
"This is kind of fun to watch," Billy said to Karen.
"Yes, it is ... " Tony was screwing Joyce with a vigor that Karen did not think possible. At the end of each hard thrust into the middle-aged waitress, the whole bed shook and Karen heard the loud slap of their bodies smashing together.
"Ahhhhhhh . . . Tony, Tony . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard ..."
"Yeah, yeah, baby, sure . . . I'll fuck you ..."
The bed still shook but less than formerly, and Tony began to quiver as he slowly pushed his prick into Joyce, pausing for a moment at the end of each stroke, and Karen knew he would cum in a matter of moments.
"Here goes, baby ..."
One final thrust and that was it; his whole body shook and he moaned as if he were dying. Karen watched intently as cum dripped out of Joyce's cunt.
"Oh, Tony, I've never had it so good . . . never came like that before . . .oh, fuck ..." "That's what it's called," Tony said, pulling his prick out of his lover's wet pussy.
* * *
The six of them were seated about the office-on the couch and on chairs: Karen, Billy, Tony, Joyce, Andy, and Andrea.
Andy dragged on his cigarette and said, "I guess you're all wondering why I wanted to talk to you."
Karen glanced over at Tony, who gave a shrug. They had finished their fucking and dressed fifteen minutes earlier. Andy had come in and told them he wanted to talk to them. Karen didn't know quite what to expect. She reached over on the couch and took Billy's hand in her own.
"Well," Andy said, "first of all, I'd like to apologize for the crummy way I've acted since I started working here." He glanced over at Billy. "I was mad at my dad and I tried to take it out on everybody else." He paused for a time, smoking and looking up at the ceiling. "And I'd like to say that I want to keep working here for some time-maybe owning a restaurant of my own someday wouldn't be such a bad thing."
Karen glanced over at Tony and wasn't surprised to see a huge smile plastered all over his face.
"And finally," he added, reaching over to hold Andrea's hand, "I'd like to let everybody know that Andrea and I are engaged to be married."
There was silence in the room, then Karen began to clap and was quickly followed by all the others.
"Well," Tony said, "that's very nice to hear." He eyed Andrea's beautiful young body and said, "Would anybody be interested in some group sex?" And with that he began to unbutton his shirt.
