The advent of a more liberal society has revolutionized the life of the modern American woman, opening up new vistas both professionally and personally. As with most social revolutions, however, the changes are apt to be slow and sporadic, leaving untouched many of those it hopes to reach.
One occupation, that of the supermarket cashier, reflects the uneven progress of social change women entering this field have long been considered slow witted and dull with little consideration given to their true personalities or capabilities.
Living in this shadow and its traditions, the woman in this story, Tina Powers, casts a new light onto a profession long stereotyped. Both ambitious and adventurous, she finds herself suddenly confronted by a sexual liberalism which challenges her curiosity.
HORNY CHECKOUT GIRL-a chronicle of our times. The story of a woman trapped in a tide of social change.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Tina Powers stepped from the shower and finished toweling dry. It was almost time to leave for work at the supermarket, and she had to hurry. Her luscious, ripe breasts bounced saucily as she hopped on one foot, running the towel over her other calf.
Her creamy white skin was taut and fresh and she felt wonderful. Tina looked in the mirror and she couldn't help liking what she saw. Who wouldn't, she thought. Eighteen years old, lustrous blonde hair that fell shining and loose around her shoulders; tits that would stop traffic, round and full and soft, tipped by large, pink areolas and nipples that stood out proudly; a flat, smooth stomach, and tight, slim waist, that flared out into perfectly rounded thighs without a bulge or speck of unsightly fat in sight. Her legs were gorgeous ass cheeks like two perfect half moons tapered down along an ample but softly curving thigh to her knee, and calves that had just the right amount of flare at the back, and then down to a slim, youthfully supple ankle.
Her face matched her body. It was one of those soft, innocent, I want to love you but I'm afraid faces that would make a man's stomach churn if he were around her long. Her eyes were wide, full of wonder, and of a magnetic kind of greenish blue that seemed to undress a man's mind. Tina's lips were sensuously full and soft, and she often had them parted just slightly, not consciously so it was just the natural way she held them, and had ever since she was a child. It gave her a look of sultriness that sometimes had embarrassed her in the past because she was not aware of it. But that was changing. Tina Powers was a woman now, and she intended to start living like one.
She had graduated from high school in June, and for the last two months she'd been working at the supermarket in the plaza on the highway. Now that she was in the grown up world, she realized that she was exceptionally attractive. She was constantly being flirted with by salesmen and stock boys and meat men and even Mr. Balton, the store manager. And housewives who checked out their groceries at her register stared at her until she thought their eyes would go right through her.
Tina was a virgin, having saved herself all through high school, even though she dated a lot and the guys were always feeling her up and trying to get her into bed or the back seat of a car or alone on the football field after dark.
But now she felt a change coming over her. She felt like a woman now, not a schoolgirl, and she was beginning to like the attention she was getting from older guys in their 20s and 30s and even some in their 40s. It was incredible, she thought. Last year, I was just a school kid to them, and all they'd give me was a little stare maybe, and a smile. Now, only a few months later, they're flirting and throwing out sly innuendos and some are openly trying to get into my pants. It's all different now that I'm working, she thought. They don't really know how old I am. Some have taken me for 23 or 24. And that guy with the black, curly hair the salesman from Cathy's Cookies asked if I was married! He said I looked like I was about 26 or 27!
Now that she was an adult, Tina felt that her body and her sex life were her own. It was about time she found out what fucking was all about, she thought. But she would be selective. Not just anybody. He had to be good looking, and fun, and somebody who made her blood run warm. She'd keep her eyes open and her ears finely tuned and sooner or later, the right guy would come along who would introduce her to the wonderful world of sex.
She had on her panties and bra now, and was applying her makeup just a dab of red lipstick, and a little touch of the same rubbed into her cheeks, and she was ready to put on the starched, tightly fitting little gold and white dress like all the cashiers wore at Ed's Sooper Wooper Sooper market. She thought the name of the store was silly, but she liked Ed Balton, the owner and manager, and the people who worked there. It really was a super bunch of guys and girls.
She got to work with only a minute or two to spare and the first person she met in the parking lot was Howard Cline, the new stock boy in produce. He was cute as anything, Tina thought, but a little on the fresh side. Sometimes he made remarks to her that were suggestive, but she didn't really take offense. He kept them just clean enough to be innocent. He was almost six feet tall, about 19 or 20, and had black hair that he kept a little on the short side and always neatly combed. His eyes were deep and kind of mysterious, she thought, a lovely brown that penetrated her when she looked into them. His mouth was sensitive, firm, yet always had a little smile playing at the corners. Howie was starting a mustache and beard and he had a very sort of distinguished look for a boy his age. Tina liked him.
"Hi, Howie," she said as she met him. "What's new with you?"
"Ripe cantaloupes," he said, smiling that cute smile.
"What do you mean? Getting a load today?"
"No, just thinking about them right now, I guess." His eyes roved to her full, ample tits. They filled out the tight, sparkling clean uniform and sometimes she wished they were not quite as big as they were. For a girl only five foot, three inches tall, she could do with less than a 36 inch bust. It made her very conspicuous sometimes and once in awhile, when she got too close, it made it difficult to run the register. She almost hit some of the buttons on the electronic register one time with her tits. It would be embarrassing to have to give someone a refund because of an overcharge she'd made with a tit against the keys. It was something she had to guard against constantly.
She felt herself blush a little at Howie's suggestive remark, but she couldn't deny the tingle that ran through her cunt as he eyed her. She wondered what he'd be like in bed. I wonder if he has a big cock? she thought. I wonder if he would kiss me down there?
"Yes, they can be delicious," Tina said coyly. "Ripe cantaloupes, that is. I like them in the morning with my cereal."
"I like them anytime at all," Howie answered softly. "Anytime at all." He moved closer, their shoulders almost touching, as they walked across the lot to the store.
She felt his warm breath as he looked down at her, and she felt goose pimples run along her arm, raising the tiny little, almost invisible, hairs. This guy means business, she thought. I'll have to watch him closely.
"I have a feeling you're talking about something entirely different than I am," she said.
"Oh, I think you know what I'm talking about, Tina," he said. He stroked his beard and gave her a smile that almost made her melt. What is it about this guy that turns me on so much, she thought.
"I'm talking about a delicious fruit," she said.
"So am I," he said. "So am I." And his eyes lingered once again on her luscious breasts. "Hey, listen, why don't we take our break together this morning? I can get off about 10:15, how about you?"
"All right," she said. "I'll arrange it with Mr. Balton."
She wondered what he had in mind. The employees' lounge was a sort of crude, bare bones, kind of place in the stock room, right behind the dry groceries. It had a small cot, where someone could lie down if they were not feeling well, or just tired, and a couple of plastic chairs, a little wooden table, a small refrigerator, and a broken TV set. It was surrounded by tall stacks of cartons filled with canned goods, cereal, toilet paper and things like that. Everyone got a 30 minute break in the morning and again in the afternoon. They didn't get any lunch hour, because a lot of customers were in the store then.
Tina flicked on the light at register number 3, and opened her lane for business. She idly thought about Howie as she punched the buttons and shoved groceries along the counter. It was slow on Mondays, and she was glad. It gave her time to get used to starting a new week. And today, it let her mind wander to the back room and how Howie would come on when they were alone back there on their break.
When 10:15 came, she called over to Wanda Crowley, the older lady who ran register one. "Going on my break, Wanda," she said.
"OK, Tina, enjoy yourself."
Your words may have more meaning than you think, Tina thought, as she headed for the back of the store.
Howie was already there when Tina arrived. He was sitting on the cot, a bottle of soda in his hands, and a magazine alongside him.
"Hi, you gorgeous little creature," he said, picking up the magazine. "Glad you could make it."
"You seem very happy today," Tina said. "What's got you so high?"
"You," he said. "You get me way up there."
He always turns everything around to a double meaning, Tina thought. I think this guy is trying to tell me something.
"Why don't you come over here and sit down," he suggested. "I've got something here you'd get a kick out of."
She went to the cot and sat down. He opened the magazine to the first page, and it was a full page photo, in color, of a young couple fucking. She had her legs way up in the air, resting on his shoulders, and he was just about to start sliding his huge, long cock into her. Just the tip of it was inside her cunt, and the rest of it . . . well, the rest of it was enough to fill a frozen biscuit tube! It was so big around, and so hard, I don't see how he can possibly get it all into that poor girl's pussy, she thought.
"Oh, Howie! That's awful!" Tina said. "Why in the world are you showing me that?"
"I thought you might like to see how much fun some girls have," he said.
"But that doesn't seem like fun," she said. "The poor girl is going to be split apart. Is that your idea of fun?"
"She is probably so wet she won't be anything but thrilled," he said.
"Wet? What do you mean, wet?"
"Are you kidding? Hey, I'll bet you really are a virgin, aren't you? I'll bet you've never known the unbelievable beauty and tenderness of a truly close relationship. I mean a sexual relationship, have you?"
Howie was coming on with an entirely different kind of approach now, she thought. This guy has really been around.
"No, Howie, I haven't," she said. "I've always been afraid to go all the way."
"Well, there's nothing to be afraid of, if you're with someone who really cares," he said. "Our break is almost up now, but why don't we come back here again this afternoon, at around 2:30, and I'll be glad to answer any questions you might have."
Tina's cunt was beginning to get very warm now, and she agreed to take another break with Howie in the afternoon. She felt a tingling sensation in her tits as she went back to her register. There was no doubt Howie was turning her on, but she vowed she'd be extra careful not to get carried away and end up an easy lay for him. She wanted her first fucking to be a good one, and she wasn't sure he was a sophisticated young dude, like he came on, or just a lot of hot air.
She tried to concentrate on her work through the middle of the day, but it wasn't easy. Shoving cans of pineapple juice, and boxes of sanitary napkins, and kumquats along a conveyor belt all day, ringing up hundreds of prices, was not exactly the most fun job in the world. Her fingers got tired, and she grew bored of looking at frumpy housewives with their hair in curlers. Let's face it, supermarkets were a colossal bore, but they paid her on time, and every week, and that's all she cared about right now.
Tina was aware of a strange sort of excitement slipping through her loins as she told Wanda she was going on her break at 2:30. Howie was lounging on the cot again when she got back to the stockroom, and went into the lounge area. He leaned back, resting on one elbow, and the crotch of his pants betrayed just enough of a telltale bulge for Tina to notice it as she walked in. She pretended not to see it, and went to the refrigerator for a bottle of Foam Up.
"You know, Tina, I was thinking," Howie said. "If you're really a virgin, like you say you are, you must be sort of curious by now about some of the things you've heard about sex. How old are you anyway, about 22?"
There it is again, she thought. He thinks I'm older than I am. I must have some kind of special look that makes these guys take me for an older woman.
"No, I'm 18," she said demurely. "I just got out of school. But you're right. I am a little curious. You can't blame me for that. And you can't blame me for being scared of it, either, can you?"
"Well, I suppose not," Howie said, soothingly. "But when you once take that first step, you'll never be frightened again, and there's really nothing to be afraid of the first time. It's a wonderful, enriching experience that a girl like you would not only enjoy, but which would broaden your perspective. Make you see things in a more mature, adult way."
Boy, he sure knows how to manipulate a girl, she thought. I like what he's saying, but can I trust him?
Without a word, Howie reached over to Tina, who was sitting next to him on the cot once again, and picked up her soft, delicate hand. He placed it squarely on the throbbing cock that pounded inside his black work pants. He had his black bow tie off, and the collar of his stark white shirt was open. He'd also undone about four buttons down the front and the curly, black hairs on his chest peeked out seductively at Tina. She could see his broad, strong chest, and her heart skipped a beat.
The hard, rocking cock under her hand sent its heat flowing through the trouser material, and Tina felt a dryness in her throat, a churning sensation in her stomach as it beat its steady thump, thump, thump on her fingers.
Her first reaction was to pull her hand back quickly and leave the room, but she didn't. She let her hand linger, and slowly, ran her fingers over the lump, pinching it lightly and thrilling to the springy, hard, spongy feeling it had. It seemed to be long, and thick, and she wondered what it looked like when it was not covered up by his uniform.
"You caused this," Howie said softly. "You made this cock of mine get hard and hot and throbbing. Do you realize the power you have within you to arouse a man, to take a soft, idle, resting cock and with just one smile, or one little word, make it into a raging, hard, pounding instrument of exquisite pleasure?"
"My goodness, you certainly know how to make it sound beautiful," Tina said.
"I'm an English major at college," he said. "I'm going to write plays, or work in advertising, when I get out. I only work here to get enough money to eat when I go back to school."
"Ohh, I didn't know you were a college man," she said. "And that's exciting, about writing plays or advertising, or whatever you plan to do. No wonder you know so much about sex and everything."
"I learned a lot at school last year," he said. "I was just like you when I first got out of high school. I was afraid to go to bed with a girl, but I soon found out that it can be a beautiful and wondrous experience. A deep and fond remembrance of someone you once shared a great deal with. Sex can bring people close together and leave you with memories that you can cherish for a lifetime. I'd like to leave you with some things to remember this summer by, Tina."
Tina couldn't stand it any longer. She was so filled with emotion and longing for Howie that she thought she would burst. Her cheeks were flushed and her head was whirling in a mad, dizzy, ecstatic feeling of need for him to be close to her. Her hand squeezed his cock through his trouser leg, and she reached up with the other hand and unzipped his fly.
His cock popped out of his trousers like a jack in the box, big and hard and full of life.
It reminded Tina of a pinkish white cucumber, like one of those man sized, but unripe fruits in the produce department. Its head was round, and shiny, and the skin stretched across it like it was overripe and ready to burst. The shaft was long, and meaty, and bulging veins ran along it back to the bushy, black clump of hair that poked out of his pants along the zipper. Howie wore no under shorts, and Tina wondered if it was because he always wanted to be ready to leave lasting memories with friends.
"It's awfully big," she said admiringly. "I used to wash my nephew when he was a little boy, and that's the only time I ever saw a boy's cock, but it was nowhere near as big as this. This is huge, Howie!" She squeezed it and slowly slid her hand up and down, stretching the resilient flesh and making him moan softly as she aroused him even more.
"I . . . I only . . . get this way, ooooohhhh careful . . . get this way . . . when a beautiful girl . . . like you . . . is around, Tina," Howie gulped. His eyes were half shut and his mouth hung open slightly, his head tilted to the side, as he leaned back on the cot against a stack of boxes marked "Dried Prunes This Side Up."
The sight of such an enormous, highly aroused prick was turning Tina into something she never had felt she was before a lustful, cock hungry, young nympho. She couldn't take her eyes off that monument to a maiden's need. She kept squeezing it with one hand, but with the other one she reached inside his pants and fondled his loose, hairy, wrinkled balls. They rolled around in her hand like lima beans in a soft, tantalizing little sac. A chill went up her arms and through her chest, swirling around inside her tits, and turning her nipples into two erect, quivering sentinels of desire.
From that moment on, she knew she was hooked. She was going to have to find out what one of these things felt like inside her.
She reached over and planted a soft, moist kiss at the base of Howie's cock shaft, right up near his soft, springy hair. His cock was very hot to touch and she felt almost a burning sensation on her lips. She couldn't help wondering if his cock would scorch her when it touched the tender, sweet, virginal flesh of her pussy lips.
As it turned out, Tina didn't have to wait long to find out.
CHAPTER TWO
It was even more difficult than usual for Tina to concentrate on her work the rest of the day. When she went back from her break, she thought she could feel Wanda's eyes on her. She probably wondered what she was doing back there alone with Howie in the employees' lounge on two consecutive breaks.
If Wanda only knew, Tina thought. She'd probably like to get her hands on that nice, springy prick of his herself.
When Tina went home that night, she had little else on her mind than her experience with Howie. It was something else, feeling that hard shaft, kissing it, and running her hands over his balls.
But she was puzzled by something. If he suddenly put the question to her point blank, and they were both hot and ready to do it go all the way, that is where would they do it? She couldn't take him to her house. Her mother was there all day. And she was pretty sure Howie lived with his parents, too. And going to a motel was out. Howie didn't have a car. And besides, she wasn't sure she wanted to do that. The location could be a problem. But she decided not to worry about it. If Howie really wanted to fuck her, he'd find a place. Best to just wait for him to make a move.
Howie was right there to greet her next day at the store, smiling brightly and stroking his beard, gazing at her tits.
"I think maybe your eyes are locked in one position, Mr. Cline," she said, mockingly. "They never seem to move when you see me."
"I'm just admiring your loveliness, my dear," he said. "Such warmth and beauty is seldom found outside the chambers of a princess."
"Ohhhh, Howie, you're something else," Tina laughed.
"See you on morning break again?"
"Sure. Same time. About 10:15. OK?"
"Right on," he said. And he was off to stack watermelons and price up a new crate of rutabagas.
Tina felt a tremor of excitement as break time approached. She had a feeling her relationship with Howie Cline was growing richer and deeper by the hour, as he would say. She had a feeling he might pop her the big proposition this morning.
As she walked to the back of the store at 10:15, a delicious sort of warm, wet ache welled inside her cunt and she felt a faint little quiver slide along the tender lips of her opening. It was as though Howie were meant by fate to be her first piece of ass.
He was standing by the refrigerator, his back to her, when she walked into the lounge. "Hi, Tina, want something to drink?" he said, without turning around.
"No, thanks, I think I'll just have a cigarette," she said. She lit one up and sat down on the cot.
Then Howie turned around. For the first time, she saw that his fly was wide open and his cock was hanging out. He had another hard-on a roaring one this time and it was bouncing up and down in a steady, rhythmic beat. It was a throbbing pulse that only a lustful, cunt hungry young stud could possibly have gotten up. Tina couldn't take her eyes from it. It was gorgeous, she thought. Absolutely gorgeous.
"Come over here, Howie," she said. "I want to make you remember me."
He took two giant steps and was on the cot beside her. Only he wasn't the passive, gentle soul he was yesterday. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back on the cot in one sweeping motion. His lips ground into hers and his tongue slithered into her mouth like a giant, sex mad snake. It filled her soft, warm lips and pressed against her trembling, virginal tongue. She couldn't even protest. He was filling her mouth with his hot, feverish kiss.
As he devoured her tongue, he was busy with his hands. One of them was under her uniform skirt, fumbling with her panties, desperately trying to tear them from her tender crotch. The other was furiously unbuttoning her uniform top. He was so hot Tina was certain he intended to rape her right there in the employees' lounge, with only the stacks of grocery cartons sheltering them from the rest of the stockroom.
Finally he released her tongue and let her come up for air.
"Howie, for goodness sakes!" she blurted. "What are you trying to do to me?"
"Your beauty has become too much for me to tolerate any longer," he gasped. "I cannot wait another day to show you the intricate delights of sexual pleasure. In other words, I'm going to give you a damned good fucking right now!"
"Howie!" she cried. "Behave yourself!"
But. he was not listening. He snapped two buttons off on her uniform, opening the front down to her waist, and unsnapped the front opening snap on her bra. Her soft, jittery mounds of creamy tit flesh poured forth, jouncing about as she wriggled to free herself from his lunging grasps.
He caught one of the big beautiful orbs in his mouth and sucked on it ravenously, running his tongue over the yielding flesh and grasping the erect, tingling nipple between his lips. Tina suddenly relaxed and fell back on the cot, her eyes closed, her face flushed and obviously entranced by the thrilling sensation of his tongue on her tits her first experience in having her boobs sucked by a man, a college man at that.
Howie realized that he had very little time left on his break and he was making the most of it. As his tongue did its work on Tina's tits, his other hand continued to peel away her tiny, skin tight little bikinis. They were down almost to her knees now, and he gave them one final yank and drew them from her entirely. She didn't object.
The free, relaxed feeling of being panty-less, while having her tits tongued, was a new and excruciatingly sweet sensation for Tina. She was willing now to do anything Howie asked of her.
"Make me happy, Howie," she moaned. "Make me a friend you'll never, ever forget! I want you to remember this summer until you retire!"
"I could never forget you, you beautiful hunk of ass," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck you 'til Labor Day, and then I'm coming home weekends from college and I'm going to plow your ass steady until I have to go back Sunday night. You're going to get all the ass you've been depriving yourself of for too long."
"Ohhh, that sounds good, Howie," she sighed. "But just do it. I'm getting all hot and my pussy feels funny. It's all wet and squishy, and I want . . . uuugghhh, oh Howie! My God, are you in? Ooohhh, ooohhh, my God! Your cock is filling me right up!"
"You better believe it is, sweetheart," he said.
"I'm going to get you off before this fucking break is over. I'm going to show you how they fuck at good old Argsburg State College! Like how it feels? Isn't it a warm feeling to have a big, hard dick riding up into your tight, sweet little pussy you gorgeous little ex virgin, you!"
"Ohhhh, yes, Howie, yes, it feels wonderful!" she cried. "I never knew it could be sooooo goooood!"
Tina's ass was bouncing and sliding around on the cot, her face contorted into a grotesque but oddly pleasure filled mask of exquisite rapture. She was straining to meet his surging prick as he pounded into her with long, desperate lunges. Howie drove it again and again into that little blonde nest of pussy hair, between those pink, moist cuntlips and way up into the loins of this yearning, moaning, hot assed young woman.
Howie was sweating, and his mouth hung open like a madman's as he struggled to keep his balance on the small cot and still pound his meat to Tina.
His pants were around his ankles, and he had one knee on the bed, the other braced on the floor. His white shirttail was flying as he pounced on her, his ass jouncing up and down like a piston, his balls slapping against Tina's open, inviting pussy.
She was sprawled on the cot, her once crisp little uniform now a wrinkled, frumpy mess, bunched up around her waist and open almost all the way down to her navel. Her richly curving thighs were spread widely and trembling with passion, as she received Howie's bulging cock up inside the slithering walls of her pussy.
"Howie! Howie! Ohhh, Howie! What's happening to me, Howie?" Her voice was filled with fear and anxiety. "My stomach is all funny, and I feel like ocean waves are churning around inside me! They're getting stronger and stronger! I never felt anything like this before in my life! Ohhh, Howie! What's happening to meeeeeee?"
She gritted her teeth and beads of sweat stood out like dew on her forehead. Her ass was bouncing up and down like a rubber ball, and she grasped the cot in a desperate, clinging attempt to steady herself against the onrushing tide that was engulfing her.
"Just ride with it baby, you're coming," Howie gasped. He knew the look on her face and he could feel the grasping, clinging sensation of her cunt muscles against his lunging prick. He started to ram his cock into her faster and faster, deeper and deeper, in an all out attempt to make her come before the break ended. The last thing he wanted to do was walk away from her now without bringing her off. And, of course, he wanted to get his own rocks off as well.
His speeding cock hit pay dirt.
Tina's ass rose up in the air, her face turned a deep red, and she pushed with all her might to shove her cunt into the grinding, rampaging prick that was massaging the very depths of her body. She held that position for a full 10 seconds, receiving all the powerful, final, urgent thrusts Howie could give her. Then she collapsed, a writhing, moaning, furiously gyrating, blissfully pleasure filled woman. And she screamed with lustful delight.
"Aaaaiiiieeeeyyyy!" she cried. "Uuuggghhh, oooohhhh!" Her ass was all over the cot. Her tits flew about like balloons in a windstorm, their soft flesh slapping against Howie's hairy chest.
He fought to keep her on the bed, his cock in her oscillating pussy, and himself from falling. Her cunt juice was pouring out of her quaking pussy, oozing from around the tightly packed shaft of Howie's cock, and running down onto the cot in great pools of warm, sticky cream.
Then he spilled over the top, and his white, milky cream shot up into Tina's waiting, eager cunt in a torrent of hot violence. His come filled her little cunt to overflowing and set his prick awash in a sloshing, cascading river of come. He groaned loudly, grunting unintelligibly, and threw his head back in an agonizing cry of animalistic release.
His lunging pelvis was still sending long, hard, pleasure giving thrusts of hard cock meat into Tina's young pussy when it happened.
"What's going on in here? Who's getting killed anyway? Well, for Christ's sake! How about that!" It was Bill Evert, the meat counter trainee.
He'd heard the loud cries and grunts and groans, and came to investigate. He was standing just behind Howie, just inside the entrance to the lounge. Just to his left was a pile of crates, filled with discarded beef bones, and he leaned on it, scratching his head in amazement.
"I think I've seen everything now," he said, smiling broadly.
Tina was embarrassed beyond words, and quickly pulled her skirt down after Howie removed his trembling, swollen, beet red cock. It was still hanging out, a little more than half hard, dripping come, as he fumbled with his pants, trying to get them up. They were caught on his heel, and he cursed as come splashed down the front of his newly laundered black trousers. His black bow tie, still clipped to his open collar, dangled down obscenely, not unlike the hunk of prick meat between his legs.
"No need to get all excited and flustered," Bill Evert said. "Might just as well stay just as you are, young lady. You still got a few minutes of break time, and I'm just starting mine."
Tina was aghast as she watched Bill open his fly and remove his prick. It was even bigger than Howie's and had hair hanging down almost three inches of the shaft from the bushy nest just inside his blood stained, white pants.
"If you'll pardon the smell of beef blood, I wouldn't object a bit to you nibbling on this for about five or ten minutes, sweetheart," he said. "We're mighty proud of our meat here at Ed's Sooper Wooper. Like the looks of this cut?" He shook his huge cock at her, the broad, purplish head gleaming in the light from the fluorescent light overhead.
Bill Evert was burly, of medium height, and had a shock of lustrous brown hair framing his firm, angular face. He was an ex GI, having served overseas in the Air Force, Tina had been told, and now he was learning to cut meat at the store, something he had always wanted to do. From the looks of the grin on his face, he'd also always wanted a young, newly deflowered virgin to suck his cock.
She liked Bill's looks. He had that mature, man about town look that turned her on. But he was a little menacing with such a big prick sticking out at her, and him leering at her as he held it proudly.
"Let's get it on, baby, we don't have all day," he said, moving over to the cot as Howie stepped away, still fumbling with his come stained pants.
"I'll just lay back here and relax, and you just go right ahead and make friends with my prick, the best pal a girl ever had."
Tina was full of apprehension and doubt. She'd just gotten her first piece of ass, and God knows, a girl is shaken enough after such an experience, and she'd never even thought of blowing a guy before, but she couldn't help feeling a voice inside her saying: "Try it. You'll like it."
Tina obviously still had a bit to learn about the availability of cock sucking material, but at this point in her learning experience, she could hardly have known that pricks like Bill Evert's were a dime a dozen.
She felt that, under the circumstances, she didn't have much choice anyway. Bill had not threatened to tell Ed Balton, the manager, but he had been so forward that she knew she either had to suck him off or face the consequences. She couldn't afford to lose her job now, she needed the money for the car she wanted to buy.
"If I do it, will you promise not to tell anyone?" she asked timidly.
"Oh, you have my word, darling," Bill smiled. "And I'll even promise you something else. I won't come in your mouth. Now just do it gently, dear, and we'll both be very happy people."
He dropped his head onto the pillow and closed his eyes. His white meat man's coat was unbuttoned and pulled aside and his white trousers completely unzipped. His shaft of hard cock was standing up straight and true, like an oversized arrow, all veiny and throbbing and ready to be licked by the warm tongue of this soft, young cashier.
Tina took his big prick in her little hand and slid it up and down a couple of times to acquaint herself with its ample girth and length. It was hot to her touch, and she tentatively licked it a few times along its handsome, vibrant shaft. Her tongue seemed to adapt readily to the bumps and little ridges of Bill's stiff prick, and she soon began going faster and faster, up and down, first one side then the other, then round and round, her excitement growing as she kissed its rich surface with her warm, soft lips.
Soon her hair was flying out, waving like a flag in a hurricane, as her head bobbed and weaved and her tongue did wild things to Bill's rapidly pulsing cock. It began to throb and glistening little drops of fluid oozed slowly from the little eye in the middle of its head.
"I like the taste of your juice," Tina said, a smile on her face, as she stiffened her long, pink tongue and touched the tip of it to the yawning little mouth of Bill's cock.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he groaned, half in a stupor. It was as though he had just downed three martinis in quick succession and was only dimly aware of what she had said. But Bill was alert to what was happening. It was just that her mouth and her tongue and the eagerness with which Tina was going about her first blowjob were taking their toll on Bill's senses. He was half drugged with lust and passion.
Tina sensed this, and enjoyed the tingling feeling that raced through her cunt as she rolled her eyes up at him and watched him as he reveled in her sucking. She never removed her soft lips from his cock, taking all of that big, hard shaft right into her mouth and clamping her lips over it.
Careful not to touch it with her teeth, she half swallowed the big prick, running her lips right down to the bushy hair that he wore as a collar around the base of his shaft. Summoning all the suction her little mouth could provide, she pulled back slowly, her cheeks drawn way in, licking his cock all the way with tiny flicks of her wet tongue, and brought her tight lips right up to his cockhead.
She didn't let it pop out of her grasp, however, keeping a tight grip on it with her lips. Then she eased back down on his meaty prick once again, and repeated the whole process. She gradually stepped up the tempo of her long, soft, wet, deep sucking, and after awhile her head was going so fast she thought it would snap her neck.
Bill was gasping for air by now, reaching out to hold the sides of the cot, and his white meat coat was open like a flasher's raincoat, his cock pounding and straining to the beat of a distant drum. His ass writhed on the bed and he was gritting his teeth under the agonizing ecstasy she was giving him.
Tina felt that Bill was under her power now and she liked the feeling. She also liked the idea that she was making him happy. She knew he liked the feeling of torment that an impending come provoked.
She glanced at her watch quickly, without losing a stroke, and saw that she had only one minute to go before she had to be back at the register. She still had to comb her hair and straighten up, so she knew she had to hurry.
Fastening her fingers around the top of his balls, just under Bill's prick, she began to squeeze, while sucking him harder than ever. She held the base of his cock with her free hand and massaged the lower part of his shaft when her mouth was slopping over the upper part.
It only took her 30 seconds and then . . .
"Hooo, hooo, oooeee!" And Bill shot a load of hot jism into Tina's young mouth that would have choked a horse. It just rained and spattered all over her lips and fell on the cot and trickled down her throat in a searing, but smooth river of whiteness. His cock sent out spasms of white cream for some time as it died slowly. It was a tough cock, though. Bill didn't go down like a punctured balloon. He stayed up there, jerking in delightful, involuntary spasms long after the gush of come had shot from him.
"I thought you promised me you wouldn't come in my mouth," Tina finally said, after swallowing as much of it as she could and wiping her mouth and lips on his white coat.
"Never trust a meat man," he smiled. "They'll tell you Anything for a little prick kissing."
Tina pulled herself together quickly, gave Howie an affectionate pat on the balls, as he sat resting on a carton of corn flakes, and went back to the front of the store.
Wanda looked at her watch and glanced at Tina disapprovingly as she got to the registers. Tina knew she was pissed off, because Tina was five minutes late getting back from her break. She went over to her.
"Sorry I'm late, Wanda," she said. "But I got my period and I'm not feeling too good."
"Oh, that's too bad, Tina, don't worry about it," Wanda said.
Tina wondered whether she'd be quite so forgiving if she knew the truth that she was flowing a river of white instead of red from her tender, young pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
Tina had a tough time getting to sleep that night. Visions of Howie's flying ass and Bill's colossal cock kept whirling in her mind. They blended together in one dizzying kaleidoscope of lust and desire that left her weak and shaky, yet hungry for more.
She knew that she could never be content just to think about it anymore, or maybe look at photos of nude men in magazines, or, as she had secretly done sometimes when she really got horny, used the handle of her hairbrush, dipped in hand lotion to fuck herself.
How could anyone be content with a hairbrush handle after she'd felt the surging, pounding prick of a big college man like Howie Cline? Or sucked the corpulent pecker of a meat department trainee like Bill Evert? It just didn't make sense. From now on, it was only the real thing for Tina Powers! No more half assed substitutes for a good, solid, hard cock!
So the next day at the store, Tina was ready for any overtures Howie or Bill might have for an encore. But she'd rather take on one at a time. Somehow, she didn't like the idea of two of them there at the same time, with one just standing around watching and leering as she got hot and lost control of her senses. She might not have had any fucking until yesterday, but she knew what she wanted. And she wanted a little more intimacy. After all, it was bad enough fucking among the grocery cartons, without having an audience!
That's when Tina got the idea of bringing Sherry Davis in on the good thing she'd found. Sherry was a real knockout of a redhead, about 22, who worked as the assistant manager in frozen foods. Assistant manager was a half assed title they gave to a stock boy (or girl) who'd been there a few years, and who might quit if they were just stock clerks forever. It also helped the store which really meant Mr. Balton keep their salaries down. After all, if someone got a nice title like that, they'd be willing to go without a pay raise. They could tell everyone they were an "assistant manager," and that was worth a few bucks in itself.
Right now, she was interested in fucking Howie and Bill some more, and she needed Sherry's help. She went to her before she started shoving groceries through her register that morning.
"Hey, Sherry, got a minute?" she asked.
"Sure, Tina, what's up?" Sherry was marking up frozen spinach and had a carton of frozen collards already to go into the display case.
Sherry had short, curly, flaming red hair that clung to her head in tiny ringlets. It was a good style for her, framing her narrow, delicate face in a sort of mop that gave her a pixie look. She was; short, about five one, and that carefree look to her hair made her seductively impish and. cuddly. Her green eyes were clear and bright and full, and her upturned, pert little nose and soft, full lips made her unique. It gave her a look that was almost like one you'd see in fashion magazines for smart young girls.
And Sherry had a body that could stop traffic. On her small frame, she carried tits that must have measured at least 35 or 36 inches, and a slim, 24 inch waist, that curved out to softly rounded, delicious thighs and sturdy, well shaped legs. She was dynamite in a small package. And from what Tina had heard, she was far from virginal. According to the stories, she was a firm believer in a good fuck.
"I just wanted to see if you were interested in something new and exciting to do on your break," Tina asked cautiously.
"Sure, always interested in something like that," Sherry said. "What have you got in mind? Good piece of ass?"
Tina was a little shocked at Sherry's directness, but relieved that she wouldn't have to break the ice.
"Well, yes, as a matter-of-fact, two of them," Tina said.
"I thought you were too damned good looking to last for long around this place," Sherry replied. "What are their names?" She finished stacking the collard greens in the case and reached for a carton of Uncle Wilbur's Toasted Buns, and began to stamp the prices on the packages.
"Howie Cline and Bill Evert," Tina said hesitantly.
"No shit? Jeeesus! I wouldn't mind a little of that meat myself! How did you manage to latch onto both of them at one time?"
"Well, I didn't plan it that way," Tina explained. "I just sort of drifted into it with Howie, and then Bill dropped in unexpectedly. I thought you might like to join us today at break time in the employees' lounge."
"Hell, yes," Sherry agreed. "I'll fuck their ears off. But don't be quite so serious when you call it the employees' lounge, will you? It's more like a warehouse, as you know. Always thought it had to be good for something more than a cigarette and a bottle of grape soda, though. See you at 10:15."
Tina couldn't quite get over Sherry's outspokenness. She didn't mince words when it came to fucking. She just called a spade a spade and a prick a prick and so on. It would be fun to see what she could do with Howie and Bill in thirty minutes.
She didn't even check with the guys. She knew they'd be there. After the session yesterday, they'd probably not miss a chance for a repeat again as long as she was working at the store.
She was right, of course. At 10:15 promptly, Howie dropped the turnip greens he was sorting, and Bill dropped the chicken breasts he was fondling, and both went to the lounge. Tina came in right behind them, and just as both of the guys started to unzip their pants, Sherry strode in, her tits bouncing and a broad smile on her lips. Howie and Bill froze, their hands on their crotches, and dumb looks on their faces.
"Proceed, gentlemen, proceed," Sherry laughed. "We girls only have thirty minutes, and if you expect us to bust your nuts in that time, we can't waste any. Let's see those pricks!"
Howie looked at Bill and Bill looked at Howie and they both broke out in a happy grin. They hurried to open their flies and break out their hard, waiting cocks.
"Like this one, Sherry?" Bill asked, holding his long, hard prick in his right hand. "It took first prize at the county fair last year. 'Course the competition I was in was down behind the cattle barn. Didn't get a blue ribbon, but didn't get any complaints either, that's for sure."
"Don't listen to the meat man," Howie said. "Just try my bariana. I'll even peel it for you."
"Real jokers, I see," Sherry sighed. "Never mind the funny stuff. Sucking cock is serious business. Let's go, Bill. You can have that one for now, Tina. I got a job to do on this one." She grasped Bill's cockhead and walked him over to the corner, instructing him to sit atop a pile of cartons of canned peaches.
"I guess that leaves us where we started yesterday," Howie said.
"Yes, but I'd like to give you what I gave Bill yesterday," she said. "Would you like that, Howie?" She was hoping he'd let her suck his throbbing prick and lick his balls, the way she had dreamed about all night.
"Of course, Tina, anything that you'd like to do is just fine," he answered. And he lay down on the cot once again.
This time Tina was more deliberate in the way she approached her task. She had a little more time to plan, and even though she had not had a lot of experience, she seemed born to the prick, to coin a phrase.
Nimbly, she unhooked the top of Howie's fresh black trousers. He'd put a fresh pair on this morning because of the come stains on the pair he wore yesterday. She peeled down the trousers, and dropped them on the floor. Howie had on a pair of flowered, loose fitting jockey shorts, which surprised her a bit, but she liked it because she could slide them from his slim, hard packed groin so easily.
They were hanging now on the toe of Howie's right foot, and he kicked them off. Tina bent over his hairy, muscular frame and ran her fingers softly through the smooth, shiny black hair on his legs and stomach. Her fingers roamed to the muff of fuzzy fur protecting the base of his magnificent prick, and gently brushed it. She liked the feel. It was like moss at the base of a tall, straight, sturdy oak tree.
"Will you come in my mouth the way Bill did?" Tina asked.
"No, I promise I won't," he said.
"Why not? "
"Do you want me to?"
"Of course," she said.
"All right, I'll blow your tonsils out with the hottest cream that ever came out of a boiling prick. How's that?"
"Fine, Howie, fine."
"OK, just start sucking, will you? I've got to get back to work. I've got a load of spinach coming in at ll o'clock."
Tina wondered if all men were as nonchalant about sex as Howie. She hoped that her tongue would make him forget about the produce department for a few minutes.
She need not have worried her gorgeous young head.
Her tongue began tracing little circles of moist, warm saliva on his flat, taut stomach. Around and around she went, spinning a web of lustful pleasure over him. His groin trembled slightly as she quietly and quickly flicked her tongue back and forth in a series of light love strokes up and down his side.
Tina eased on down across his thigh, running her tongue back and forth as she went, tingling his flesh with the warmth of her tongue and the softness of her lips. She placed soft kisses on the tender skin just above and to either side of his pubic hair. And when she did, she saw a mass of goose pimples spring up along his thigh and spread down his leg and up through his arms.
Howie didn't say a word, but he was moaning softly, and his eyes were closed as he lay on the cot, his mouth ajar, his hands resting on his chest. One leg was bent at the knee and spread wide to allow Tina access to his hairy crotch. His other was stretched out straight.
She bent over him, half kneeling on the floor, and anointed his body with her warm offerings, urging him to arousal. His cock was hard and erect, pointing to the ceiling as though praying for deliverance from the sweet torture to which he was being subjected by this young, eager, full bodied girl.
Tina went on like this for a couple more minutes, warming him to the point where his cock was pulsing so hard it actually bounced with each beat of his heart. She loved to watch its hard, shiny head, purplish and pink, with those two smooth, round little cheeks and that lovely little eye in the middle, all primed and ready for her wet, slithering tongue.
Then she moved down between Howie's legs and began lathering up his balls in earnest. Her tongue reached out and gave him long, loving strokes, like a cow licking on a block of salt. She held his balls on either side with her index fingers and thumbs, grasping a bit of soft flesh up near the base of his shaft, and pulling upward. She stretched his ball flesh out, giving her a broad canvas on which to place her tongue strokes. It was like holding up a wrinkled sheet and wiping it with a paint roller. Only Tina's tongue was loving, warm, tender, and Howie's balls were full of tiny little nerve endings that sent shivers of delight racing through his groin, carrying their message of impending orgasm.
The messengers sent their message well. It traveled to his loins, where shivers of incredible proportions began to wrack him in spasms of passion and ecstasy. His cock ached with the need for her tongue and for sweet, unbridled, violent eruption. It was hard and dying to unleash its burden.
When she got to the very tip, Tina opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered her head all the way to his pubic hair,, then closed her moist, hot lips softly around his meaty prick and pulled hard all the way back up to the tip again.
Her tongue lapped and sucked and loved his prick all the time her lips were closed over it, savoring its hard flesh, worshiping his meaty goodness.
"Jeeesus, Tina, you're driving me crazy," he moaned. "I'm gonna blast your tonsils in a minute."
His words made her drive furiously toward his climax, sucking him harder and faster. Her head was a blur of steady hard sucking and licking, as she mustered up all the strength in her facial muscles to lock his prick in a combination lip vise and vacuum cleaner. She clamped down on him tightly, and sucked him hard, and he surrendered to her urgent desire.
"Aaaiiieeee, ooohhh Teeenaaa!" Howie stretched his back, arching it almost in a U shape up off the bed and twisted from side to side, his mouth clenched tight, cheeks pulled back, eyes shut, neck muscles strained and crimson. His stomach bucked and yawed and he shot a load of hot cream into her mouth that hit her tonsils like a toy duck at a shooting gallery.
Tina swallowed every loving drop of the come he gave her and rejoiced in the fact that she was no longer a girl who was afraid of sex. She loved it so much she was afraid she might not ever get enough. Howie had changed her in one day from a frightened young fawn into a lustful, wanton woman who craved cock and didn't care what man knew it.
She licked him clean, and fondled his balls lovingly as he came down from his high.
Over on the canned peaches, Bill and Sherry were just wiping up after Bill's second coming. He was fingering her pussy with his right hand while she stroked his come smeared cock and murmured in his ear that she would be home that night and was ready for more if he was interested. He said he'd stop by after the meeting of his fish and game club, and would let her try out his new rod.
"You're always kidding around about sex, Bill," she chided. "Why don't you treat it seriously, like I do. There's nothing more beautiful than a good fuck. You don't have to make jokes about it. A girl likes to think you are sincere."
"I am sincere baby," Bill said. "You've got a handful of my sincerity to prove it."
"I can't argue with that, big boy," Sherry cooed.
Bill gave her one last good tweak on the clit, and Sherry jumped right up off his knee and onto the floor. It was like a jolt of electricity that shot through her cunt and sent her flying.
"Shit," she said. "Just when we were getting going good and it's time to go back to the damned frozen asparagus."
"Yeah, but I'll see you again soon, sweet stuff," Bill said.
Tina didn't give a damn about what Sherry did with her time, but she didn't like Bill that much and decided she wouldn't do this here again. She had other things in mind. And they didn't include any more fucking around in the employees' lounge. It was too risky, she thought. They hadn't been caught this time, but if they kept it up, she was afraid it would only be a matter of time before Mr. Balton popped in on them, and then there would be hell to pay.
There was never enough time anyway. Who could really get all the fucking or sucking they wanted in just thirty minutes? Especially a young nymphet who just got banged for the first time yesterday?
I'm going to keep my eyes and ears open for some good young stud who can take me to his apartment so we can fuck and suck and do all the things I want to find out about and practice, Tina thought. A ripple of erotic sweetness trembled in her pussy and she fixed herself up to go back and check out more lard and orange juice for the ladies of the community.
Later that afternoon, a really cute young boy walked in and asked for the manager. He was about 23 or 24, and had a head covered with soft, brown curly hair. His eyes were big, almost saucer like, with long, sensuous lashes. They were a deep, lovely brown, like horse chestnuts in fall. His cheeks were rosy and he had a ready, mischievous smile. He was the kind of guy you wanted to cuddle and love and take home to bed, Tina thought.
"Mr. Balton's office is right over there in the corner, behind the toilet paper display," Tina told the cute guy in the blue blazer and gray slacks. He walked over and introduced himself. Tina could hear him.
"Hi, Mr. Balton, my name is Ron Tyner. I'm a field reporter with Popular Groceries Magazine. I'm sure you get a copy of our publication. I'm here to do a story about the outstanding job you're doing in your dairy department. We understand you sell 800 dozen eggs a week here. That's amazing. We think it would make a fine story, and we'd like to let our readers know the secret of your fabulous success."
"Well, that's mighty nice of you, son," Mr. Balton said. He was beaming with pride, and he blushed at the lavish remarks heaped on him by the young reporter. His face was a bright pink, right from his neck up to the top of his head, and all over his freckled pate. Balton was about 42, with thinning white hair, and a square, athletic face, broad shoulders and a hefty, muscular frame. He'd been a football player and a boxer when he was younger, and he never let anyone forget it. His steely gray eyes beamed with pride at the thought of his dairy department being written up in a wonderful magazine like Popular Groceries.
"I'm staying at the Tiptoe Motel on the edge of town," Tyner said. "But I'd be happy to make an appointment for some time convenient to you tomorrow to come back and get the story."
"Sure, why not come by about 10:15," Balton said. "That's when it's quieter than normal, and I can give you some time."
"Fine," Tyner said. "See you then." He turned to leave, and walked by Tina's checkout, the last one on the end toward Mr. Balton's office.
"And I certainly hope you'll be here tomorrow, too," he said with a wink.
Tina had just shoved out the last frumpy housewife and her load of soap powder and onion rings, and her aisle was free for a moment. She didn't know whether it was because she had no one close to hear her, or just that she was so horny from her coffee break sucking with Howie and Bill, but she decided to take the chance and jump right into the swim of sexual intrigue.
"Mr. Tyner," she said, lowering her voice and leaning over the railing to him, "you don't have to wait until tomorrow to see me."
"Oh, no?" he asked, a look of surprise on his face.
"No," she smiled. "I'll be at the bar tonight at 8 o'clock at the Tiptoe Motel."
CHAPTER FOUR
Tina had never been to a cocktail lounge in her life. In fact, she'd never had a drink stronger than ginger ale, except for a glass of wine once when her cousin got married.
But she tried to look right at home as she walked into the dimly lit Cat's Meow, which was tucked in behind a grove of eucalyptus trees in a separate wing of the motel away from the guest rooms. A disco record was being played by the deejay, and the floor was filled with couples.
She found an empty stool at the bar and sat down nervously. She was wearing a shimmery pink blouse, almost the same color as her nipples, she'd noted as she slipped it on. It was cut low, slit down the front, and her flowing tits, unencumbered by anything as confining as a bra, jostled beneath the clinging yet loose fitting, material. She wore tight well tailored slacks that hugged her ass and clearly defined that lovely dividing line between her round full cheeks.
"What will it be, miss?" the young, handsome bartender said. He reminded her of Burt Reynolds, and she almost said she'd take him, but she bit her tongue. She didn't want to lead somebody else on when she was there to try and make it with the young reporter from Los Angeles Ron Tyner.
"A bloody mary on the rocks, please," she said, remembering that a friend once said that was a good drink to have when you didn't want to drink. She was pleased that the bartender had not asked her for an ID. She must look pretty sophisticated and mature, she thought.
She lit a cigarette and, with the bloody mary in front of her, she felt like a queen. She noticed the eyes swiveling to her from around the bar, and she suddenly felt like she should have been here a long time ago. She'd already missed a lot of good fucking, and she had to catch up.
"Sorry I'm late," a voice behind her said. Ron Tyner slipped in next to her. He had on tennis shorts and a white short sleeved knit shirt. A towel was draped around his neck. He put his racket on the floor at his feet.
"Got tied up in a great tennis match and couldn't leave until I won my $2 bet. Been here long?"
"No, I just got here, in fact," she said. She could smell the musky aroma of damp sweat and loved it. It was a pure, clean masculine smell. When she filled her nostrils with Ron's damp armpit odor, she almost came again.
She crossed her legs and bent down purposely to let Ron get a look at her fine, free hanging tits. Her blouse gapped enough for him to gaze longingly at almost the whole, round, soft mound of swaying flesh. He took the opportunity to let his eyes rove over the soft, creamy pink flesh of her marvelous tits. They really were works of art. Proud and upright, youthfully buoyant and full of life and not a trace of sag. That might come years later, but right now she had a pair of tits that any woman would be proud to own.
Right now, it was Ron Tyner who was her target. Who knows who it might be tomorrow night? A young girl with a newly whetted appetite for prick is apt to go almost anywhere, do almost anything, within reason of course, to satisfy her craving.
Her tits jounced softly against her shimmering blouse, her nipples sticking out in sharp relief, as she sat up straight once again. She caught Ron's eye as he quickly glanced away from her yawning neckline. A glance at the crotch of his tennis shorts confirmed her suspicions that she was getting to Ron. A bulging outline of a long, thick, bone like structure was showing clearly.
He saw her looking at his hard-on. "Guess we both have wandering eyes, don't we . . .ah, you know, I don't know your name," he stammered.
"Tina. Tina Powers."
"Tina," he said. "I can't tell you how happy I am to meet you."
She hoped he would say the same thing later, only spell it "meat" instead of "meet."
"Thank you," she smiled, dropping her eyes once again to his lumpy, slightly pulsing crotch.
"You know, I think I better go get a shower and clean up," he said. "I feel like a wet goat."
"I don't mind," she said in her most seductive voice. She didn't want him to wash away all those lovely scents of locker room and warehouse that she had come to love.
"Well, I hate to leave you here at the bar with all these wolves," he said. "I have a suite. You could come over there and wait in the living room for me while I wash up, if you like."
"That sounds very nice," she said, taking a last sip of her bloody Mary. She slid off the stool and walked out, the eyes of every male in the place following her every swaying, sensuous move. If her ass had been ice, it would have melted under the blazing glare of forty eight hot, fired up eyeballs.
Ron unlocked the door of his suite and turned on the light. There was a sofa along one wall, a couple of plush armchairs, an elaborate console TV/radio and wall to wall carpeting, of course, in the living room. She could see into the bedroom, where her real interest lay, and saw a huge, king sized bed with gold spread, and a dresser and mirror that damned near covered a complete wall.
"Fix yourself a drink if you care for one," Ron suggested. "And feel free to watch TV or listen to the radio or do whatever you like."
"Thanks, Ron, I will," she said, a coy smile crossing her lips.
He went into the bedroom, but didn't close the door. She heard him drop his tennis racket and kick off his shoes. She tried not to look, trying to be very sophisticated and cool, but her heart was pounding like crazy. She was getting awfully close to fucking a really big guy, a reporter from L.A., for God's sake.
She heard Ron walking across the bedroom toward the bathroom door beyond and she stole a quick look. He had everything off except his tennis shorts, and the light was on in the bathroom. He closed the door just a bit and turned on the shower. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was in that doorway, watching him peel down his shorts and stepping out of them, his lithe, taut body stepping into the softly spraying water.
Tina made a quick decision as she heard the shower start. She walked into the bedroom and slipped off her blouse, tossing it on the chair. Her slacks came off almost as fast, and she stepped out of her platform heels, then shimmied out Of her little cream colored bikinis.
She walked to the big mirrored dresser and saw one of those little packets that motels provide with a plastic shower cap inside. She began to put it on, then decided it made her look too frumpy. She'd take a shower with him without a cap, letting her hair get soaked. She didn't give a damn. She wanted to look her sultry best when she walked in.
Tina took a last look in the mirror and liked the soft, curving beauty reflected there. She cupped her hands under her luscious, lofty tits and pushed them up and together. Then she hunched her shoulders in towards each other and watched the lovely, jiggly boobs instantly become bigger and more inviting.
She straightened up, took a deep breath, and tiptoed to the bathroom door. Ron's back was to the door and he was lathering himself with soapsuds. She stepped to the sliding glass door and slowly slid it back, standing there like a young goddess ready to offer herself on the alter of carnal pleasure.
"Room for another one in there?" she asked softly.
Ron almost jumped out of his skin. He spun around, catching hold of the chrome handle on the wall of the shower stall. His hair was matted and dripping, and beads of water clung to the curly black hairs covering his handsome, brawy body.
"Of course, my dear," he smiled broadly. "Come right in. The water's just fine."
He held her arm as she slipped into the steaming, damp little stall. Her tits brushed against his chest as he slid the door shut behind her. His cock was rising faster than a mountain creek in spring, and his breath was heavy and labored. He drank in her breathtaking beauty in a long, sweeping survey of her entire, voluptuous body.
Tina slid her cool, slim arms around Ron's neck and turned her face up to him. Her soft, moist, yielding lips met his and she ground them tenderly against his wide, strong mouth. Her lips parted slightly, and she flicked her tongue quickly across his lips in a hint of what lay in store for him back in the bedroom.
Ron held her tightly, his arms around her slim waist, and her huge tits pressed against him and flattened as much as tits that size can flatten, with great pink handfuls of soft flesh spreading out to either side, caressing his ribs and sending a chill of tormenting delight through his balls.
He felt a weakness in his knees as she flicked her tongue up along the side of his neck, around his ear, breathing softly, and tickling the erotic zone that affected him most. Goose pimples ran down his neck, across his chest and down his arms.
Her hands dropped to his cock, and with the other hand she took a cake of soap and lathered him into a slippery, creamy smooth state. His prick was white as snow, with just the head, all purplish and red, and its little eye, sticking out of the whiteness.
She smiled as she looked at her handiwork, then she bent over and planted a soft kiss right on the tip of Ron's big, pounding hard-on. It was a rugged cock, with bulging ripples along its sides, and pounding, engorged veins, winding their way from his bush of dark brown hair right down his meaty shaft. For tonight, at least, Ron Tyner is mine and I'm going to fuck him 'til the sun come up on the Tiptoe Motel.
Ron hugged her softness to him, and kissed her long and hard, their tongues twining in a fusion of unchecked passion and wondrous, erotic need.
"Let's get out of here, darling," he whispered. "I want to devour your lovely young body and show you every wonderful way I know to set your heart on fire."
"Yes, Ron," she whispered. "I want you to take me to all the fascinating, blissful places your sweet strong hands, and your soft, understanding tongue and your beautiful, hard cock can take me. I want to be yours."
She turned and stepped out of the stall, her tits bouncing brightly as she stood on the bathroom floor, turning to wait for Ron to wrap a towel around her. His wide, strong hands rubbed the towel over her lovingly, brushing her shapely, globe like tits, and down over her flat belly. She lifted one softly curvaceous leg, placing it on his knee, and opening her crotch to his bowed head. Her blonde, glistening cunt hair shone like an expensive fur muff, thinly veiling those sweet, pink, moist lips of quivering promise. His hands trailed over her smooth, creamy thighs, and her flesh gave way to his urgently kneading fingers. Little white spots came to the surface as he pressed her soft skin, carried away a bit by her dazzling beauty. He wasn't hurting her, but the ache in his loins made him grit his teeth and he wanted to squeeze her so hard her flesh would crumble and tear between his fingers. But he didn't do it. He just finished drying her and then she toweled him off, lingering over his cock and his balls and sensuously rubbing him all over in her seductive, leisurely fashion.
"Will you fuck me now, Ron?"
"Of course, Tina. Of course."
"Will you fuck me hard, and come inside me, and then lick my cunt?"
"Of course, of course." He was getting hornier by the minute, and a little impatient with her questions, but he didn't want to appear testy.
"Are you sure you really want to, or are you just doing this to please me?"
"I WANT to fuck you, Tina, I promise you! I want to fuck you! Now let's go in and get into bed."
"OK, Ron, I just don't want you to think you have to. You're not obligated to do anything you don't want to do."
Tina was trying to get him as hot as she could, tormenting him with her supposedly innocent, little girl questions, and she felt a thrill of power as she watched him squirm impatiently.
She realized that she was being a cockteaser, but she didn't care. Fucking was new to her, and she had a lot of things to learn. She intended to learn everything she could about this new game, the oldest one in the world.
Tina turned and headed for the big, wide bed.
She didn't know it, but she was in for more of a lesson than she had bargained for with Ron Tyner.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tina lay down on the oversized bed, the covers of which were already pulled back, and tried to control the pounding in her temples as Ron crawled in right behind her. She was thrilled to finally get this really cute guy into bed and have him fuck her silly.
It was one thing to get a stock boy, even if he was a college man, and a meat counter trainee, but to fuck a guy from Popular Groceries Magazine was something else!
Ron reached over and petted the soft, downy puff of hair between Tina's legs, bending at the same time to kiss her warm mouth. Her lips parted, as did her legs, and she welcomed him to the growing club of Tina's ticklers. She wouldn't let the others know about Ron. He was going to be a secret. She didn't like girls who went around bragging about their conquests. But she knew Ron wouldn't be the last, not by a long shot.
His fingers parted her pussy hair, and as soon as he touched her pink cunt lips, he found her wet and warm. The lips vibrated softly and he knew she was ready for him.
Ron was an experienced lover. He'd been traveling around the country for quite a while, writing exciting stories about super markets things like how to stack canned goods more efficiently, how to sell more jam and jelly in August, how to push shopping carts in from the parking lot in the winter, all things that store managers love to read about. And in his travels, he constantly ran into hot blooded young ladies who wanted to fuck him and partake of his big cock.
So he was very sophisticated and knowledgeable in the ways of sex and how to please a woman. Tina hoped he would show her things she had not had a chance to learn in the back room of Ed's Sooper Wooper Soopermarket.
"You're so, so sensuous," Ron whispered. "You know all the ways to make a man feel good, and excited, and worthy."
"Thank you," Tina said. "But it's you who bring out the best in me. I just adore your body. You're the most macho man I've ever known."
"Of course, Ron had no way of knowing he was the first man she'd ever seen completely nude, outside of her nephew when he was young. She'd only seen Howie's and Bill's prick and balls, of course, not being able to fully undress them in the employees' lounge.
"Would you let me make you happy in a way you may not have experienced before?" Ron asked.
"Of course, Ron," she said. "Anything you'd like to do with me will be good for me, I'm sure. What would you like to do?"
"I'd like to run my tongue all over your velvet cunt," he said. "Do you think that would be nice?"
She felt her body responding immediately. It turned Tina on just to hear him say things like that. The thought of having his tongue inside her hot cunt made her cunt wet and sent ticklish sensations all through her crotch.
He kissed her lightly on the nose, and moved down between her widespread legs. Her knees were bent, up in the air, and her feet were both planted firmly, flat on the sheets. She angled her knees out, away from her body, and he eagerly nosedived into her waiting pussy. His tongue deftly parted the soft, young blonde hair and took a long, smooth ride up her moist cunt lips.
"Ooohhh, Ron, that's fantastic," she cried softly. She had imagined what it would be like to be eaten, but until this moment arrived, it was impossible to fully comprehend the glorious feeling of a warm tongue on her most sensitive center of erotic desire.
Her burning itch to be tongued spurred Ron's hungry, lustful drive to devour her pussy. He began lapping her furry cunt with long, loving strokes all over her pink opening and her blonde hairy mass. Around and around he went, wetting the silky pussy with saliva, and warming her loins with his eager maneuvers.
That's when he began to act strangely, however, and wondered if he was a straight and trustworthy as she had thought. Ron's lust started to accelerate as he lapped her faster and faster, with long, sweeping licks.
Ron's head was swiveling, and turning, and licking her so fast she thought it would come flying off. The sensation in her cunt was incredible. Her clit was burning and she felt an aching, delicious feeling deep in her pussy that was sweet torment. She was dribbling cunt juice into his gyrating mouth and she loved it.
But Ron was beginning to make strange noises as he licked and slurped her lovely crotch. He sounded like an animal. A strange, wild animal.
Suddenly, he raised his head, and bared his teeth like an angry lion, looking her straight in the eye and growling loudly. He waved his head at her as he opened his mouth wide and faked a lunge at her tit with his teeth.
Then he went back to muffing her once again, and began licking her clit furiously. He continued growling softly, and holding her thighs tightly with his fingertips, digging his nails into her soft, yielding flesh.
She was a little worried by his behavior, but as long as he didn't bite her, she let him go on with his unique brand of lovemaking. It was hard for her to knock something that felt so good. He was from L.A., after all, she thought. They have some unusual habits there, she'd heard, so she figured it was best to dismiss her fears and let him do his thing.
"Grrroooowwwww," he growled softly, his tongue digging into the goodness of her rich, creamy cunt. He lapped his tongue hungrily over her soft, undulating pussylips, running it up and down and inside the glistening hole.
Up to her clit, he went. She felt a jolting, electric feeling of desire shoot through her as he worked over her. Then she felt him shove his long, rigid tongue as far up inside her as it would go. She felt her cunt walls taking the incessant, lapping pressure of his tongue, sliding up and down the damp surface of her cunt.
But the incredible ferocity of his cunt lapping began to take its toll on her senses and she became lost, slowly but surely, in the whirlpool of sensate pleasure he was giving her. All the apprehension she felt about his strange tastes evaporated as she was caught up in the mad, passionate craving within her.
She began to squirm and twist, her ass responding to the constant urgings of Ron's animal tongue. She tried to wriggle free of his sweet torture, but he only gripped her thighs tighter and held her as still as he could to administer more hard lapping ministrations to her fevered pussy.
"UUuuuggghhh, Ron baby," she swooned. "Ohhhhh, eat that pussy, sweetheart. You sure know how to eat cunt, Ron darling."
He raised his head and snarled at her again, striking out with his hand, fingers curled like a paw, in another fake menacing gesture. He didn't try to hurt her, and it was clear to her now that he was not sadistic, just a little kinky about some of his lovemaking. He was living a fantasy, and she realized he was harmless. Nothing wrong with playing a few games, if they helped you get off. She'd read someplace that anything goes in the bedroom as long as nobody gets hurt. So she'd let Ron Tyner be a lion if he wanted to be. No skin off her ass. At least, she hoped not.
It was when he found her pussylips with two fingers of his right hand that she began to go wild in earnest. He took hold of her sweet, pink, erect clit with his lips, tugging on it and rolling it on his tongue. When he slid two fingers up inside her at the same time, it was just too much for Tina.
She started bouncing and bucking around the big bed, crazed by the combination of being finger fucked and clit sucked at the same time. Ron realized he'd found the magic formula for Tina, and dropped his Leo the lion routine for the time being. He begun to ram his fingers in and out of her slippery pussy as fast as they would go, and revolve his tongue around her beautiful little clit in a counterclockwise direction.
He flicked and darted his tongue in alternating motions, then went back to the circular pattern, and Tina was going out of her mind. Her big tits flopped and swayed, her nipples hard and tingling, as her stomach heaved and churned.
"Uuuggghhh, oh Ron, suck it, sweetheart," she moaned. "Shove those fingers way up me, darling! Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Ron was sweating hard, his face crimson, and his tongue swollen and sore from the workout he was giving Tina's slithering cuntlips, and clit. But he poured it on, giving her everything he had, bringing her closer and closer to that ultimate moment when the sky would open up and she would soar into space on a skyrocketing trail of come.
Tina was clutching the pale yellow sheets, grasping like a dying woman for the sweet breath of liberation from the grasping, gnawing grip that held her loins. Her head tossed back and forth from side to side, her face twisted in agony wondrous, beautiful agony.
"Ohhh, Ron, you're driving me crraaazeee," she moaned. "My cunt is aching, and my whole body is on fire!"
He slammed his fingers in and out of her faster, and he could feel the cunt muscles inside her tensing more and more as she suddenly grew very still, and her ass began to rise slowly, deliberately, rigid and quivering to push against his slobbering lips.
Then, with one big, final heave and a burst of sweet, dribbling cunt juice, she screamed in delicious release. "Nnooowww, Ron! Aaaiiieeeyyy! Oooohhh!" She slammed her legs around Ron's head, hard and uncaring, clamping his face tightly against her cunt lips. He was pressed so hard against her that his nose slid right inside her cunt, and his mouth was filled completely with her pussy hair. He had no room to maneuver his head. For that brief, exquisite instant, he was immobile, and he clawed at her thighs to release himself before he suffocated. His big brown eyes were popping, and his face was more crimson than ever.
He was simply not prepared for the ferocity of Tina's coming. He'd never had a virgin at least as far as cunt lapping was concerned and he underestimated the strength of the young girl's sex drive. But he was imprisoned in her pussy for only a few seconds before she relaxed enough for him to breathe and to resume licking her juices as they flowed out in a river of warm whiteness.
Her mouth was slack and she was breathing in deep, sucking gasps, her cheeks flushed and drawn, as Ron cleaned her out with his tongue and helped her relax and bask in her new found pleasure.
His hands roamed over her soft, smooth stomach, playing with the little nub of a navel, and back down to dawdle in her pussy hair. He let his fingernails brush across those luscious, large tits, massaging her hard nipples and luxuriating in the warmth of those marvelous, soft orbs.
"So that's what pussy eating is like," she cooed, smiling softly, her eyes closed. "You make it feel like heaven on earth, Ron."
"Oh, it was nothing, darling," he said. "We're only beginning." Ron was nothing if not modest about his sexual prowess. But he didn't mention his love of playing the lion's role. Tina didn't bring it up either. That was his private little world, and she decided not to enter it. If it turned him on, fine. But she didn't want to delve.
She noticed that Ron had come smeared all over his prick as he came back up to lay beside her. She cleverly deduced that he'd cracked his nuts just by growling and snarling while he ate her out.
"What would you like me to give you now?" Ron asked.
So what else is there? she was thinking. Being an honest person, she asked Ron exactly that.
"Well, there's bondage, and golden showers, and ass fucking, and all sorts of things," he said. "I could suck your toes, or you could smell my shorts, or you might like to watch me take a shit. I don't know what turns you on. Just name a few. Remember, I'm the supermarket of sexual thrills."
"Why don't you just fuck me?"
"You mean just stick my cock in you and fuck around until you come?" he asked.
"Well, yes, is that so different?"
"No, I suppose not," he replied. "I just thought you had gone beyond that stage."
"Do they do those things in L.A.? " she asked.
"They do other things all over the country, sweetheart," he said. "In Connecticut, they like to steal brassieres out of Laundromats, then put them over their ears while they jerk off."
"I guess the world is made up of all kinds of people," she said. "Like they say, whatever turns you on."
"Precisely, sweetheart," he said. "Now, what would you like?"
"I still think just plain fucking is the only thing for me."
"OK, I hope I can remember how to do it." He climbed over on top of her.
"I'm sure you'll recall everything, darling," she smiled. "Your cock will show you the way."
Ron's prick was hard and long and thick as he rubbed it softly against her wet cunt. He remembered how to fuck, of course, and Tina knew he was only teasing her in his own, sophisticated, urbane way. But she was not ready for some of the erotic things he had learned along the highways and byways of America.
She just wanted to feel that big, beautiful cock of his sliding into her loins and filling her with the thrilling knowledge that she belonged to him. She knew that's all she needed to pour out her juices and come with all the explosiveness of Mt. Vesuvius.
That's what she was thinking as Ron slipped it to her and glided up into her belly with his grinding, pussy filling 10 inch prick. What she didn't know what that Ron suffered from premature ejaculation, the curse of the working stud. He would do his damndest with Tina, but she was such a magnificent specimen of young cunt that it would certainly not be easy.
She rotated her smooth, round hips as he probed her, working her ass beautifully to take his long cock way up into her pussy. Her cunt walls sucked on his delving prick, sliding against it in softly grinding, agonizing insistence, as she worked her wonders. Her pussy was drenched with her come, and it lubricated the smooth flesh inside her even more than usual.
Ron was obviously full of emotion and lust as he fought to contain his ardor. He strained to hold back his jism, gritting his teeth and sliding in and out of her in slow, easy strokes. He was resting on his hands, in the classic, push up position. His pelvis worked almost in slow motion, trying to quell the fast rising tide within his loins.
Tina was unaware of Ron's "preemie" problem, and was shoving her furry little cunt around, in an oscillating motion, trying to arouse him. She felt that he was having a hard time getting hot and she tried to turn on all her pussy vitality to bring him where she had just been.
She gripped his shoulders, and put her heels up over his back, just digging them in at the outside of his ass cheeks, spreading her crotch open wide, and pulling her cunt up and down by squeezing her heels into him. She was working herself into a frenzy now, feeling the sweet ache beginning to well up inside her once again.
"Ooooohhhh, your cock feels nice," she murmured. "It slides up into me soooo smoothly." There was a soft smile on her lips and her eyes were half open, dreamily caressing his balls and prick in her mind. And in her cunt, as well.
Ron's loins were trembling hard now, and he had his eyes closed, concentrating on keeping his load intact as long as possible. It was painful, and he was surprised that he had lasted as long as this.
Tina, young and hot and full of sexual need, was afraid she was going to come quickly again, and wanted instead to get Ron off first. She spun her ass in all directions, urging him to come.
Finally, after several minutes of furious squirming and grinding of her crotch, Tina could hold it back no longer. "I . . . think I'm going to come . . . Ron," she gasped. "I can't . . . waaaaait. I'm sorry . . . "
" Aaaaaaaeeeeee!"
It was Ron. At her first words, he had come in a raging, tumultuous explosion of prick pounding and the white jism shot from his cock like a geyser. Tina felt that first hot load hit her just as she was releasing her pussy muscles involuntarily coming together and co mingling their juices in one gigantic, fiery blast.
"Oh, Ronnie, darling, feed me that lovely prick of yours! Jam it way up into me, baby! Oh, can you feel my pussy grabbing you? Ooooohhhhh, I don't believe it! I love you, Ron! I love your cock! Fuck me!"
Ron did the best he could, but his prick was going down fast. He was not accustomed to fucking women any more. He always came so fast it usually left the woman high and dry before she got off, and she usually got pissed and got up and went home. So he had resorted to eating pussy and doing the other kinky things he'd suggested with Tina.
But Tina was different. She was so young and hot, and so in need of sex that she could come as fast as he could. It was new to him.
She rotated her ass once again, smearing her cunt juice over his cock as he sponged it in her warm reservoir of pussy fluid and his own come. He eased down to her and they held each other tightly as the glow of complete satiation set in. Her tits pressed against him, warm and soft, and he tongued her ear softly.
"Will you write a story about me some time, Ron?" she asked.
"Sure, baby, I'll feature you as The Checker's Checker," he said. "That's a regular column we run every month, with a picture of the outstanding checkout girl of the month. You're that, I can vouch for it. I've never run into a checker like you before anywhere."
"Nor shoved your cock into one either, I'll bet," she added.
"Well . . . I didn't say that, exactly," he hedged. "Hey, before we do anything else, there's one thing I want to do before I forget it." He jumped up and went to his suitcase.
Tina wondered what could be so important that he would break the spell of their warm bliss. He opened the bag and took out his camera and brought it back to the bed.
"I'd just like to get a few shots of you like this, something I'll treasure always," he said.
Tina was surprised and a little reluctant. She wasn't sure it was a good idea to have pictures of her in the nude, with come streaming down her crotch and thighs, floating around L.A.
"I don't know, Ron," she said. "Who would you show them to?"
"No one, darling, absolutely no one!" he vowed. "I'll keep them locked in my dresser drawer, and they'll go to the grave with me. I just want to have them to take out when I'm lonely and remember the one wonderful night of rapture that we shared."
"Well, if that's the case, I guess it's all right," she said.
Ron began to shoot up film like it was going to be banned tomorrow. He had her lay back and spread her legs, and he got in close for a full blown shot of her hairy cunt, then backed off for a panoramic view. He took close-ups of her tits, and had her kneel on her hands and knees and snapped dozens of shots of her asshole. Then he gave her a leg he'd unscrewed from one of the chairs and told her to hold it poised over pussy, like she was going to shove it up herself.
Ron had worked himself into a feverish state while he was taking the photos. There was no doubt in her mind that it was turning him on but good. His cock was up at attention again, stretched tight and throbbing noticeably.
He mounted her once more, and this time had no difficulty at all. He just shot his load when he felt like it. She didn't get off, but he kept his cock rocking inside her and put his thumb between her legs, just above his prick, and massaged her clit for a little while.
She erupted in another violent come, flailing her legs against him and screaming out in ecstasy. It was to be the third of many climaxes for Tina that night.
Ron licked her pussy, and fucked her again, and rammed his fingers into her divine cunt over and over again until at nearly 4 a.m., they fell asleep and dreamed the sweet dreams of lovers sated beyond description.
They woke early, fondled each other a bit, and then showered and had breakfast. Tina had to rush home and change back into her crisp little gold uniform, and explain to her parents that she'd fallen asleep with her friend, Helen Proctor, while they were watching TV at Helen's house, and didn't wake up, on the living room floor, until almost 6:30 in the morning.
Her parents didn't act as if they believed her, but she didn't really care. She'd had a wonderful night of fucking and that's what she did care about.
She was on her way now, and nothing was going to stop her in her quest for bigger and better pricks.
CHAPTER SIX
She tried hard at work that day not to look at Ron as he talked with Mr. Balton and took pictures of the dairy case. She couldn't help hearing his conversation with the manager, though, because her register was so close to his office.
"So you sell 800 dozen eggs a week because you offer them in a combination deal with bacon and English muffins?" he said. "Boy, that's a great idea, Mr. Balton! You certainly are a marketing genius! The supermarket industry owes you a debt of gratitude for sharing this story."
"My God, that's fantastic," Ron gushed. "We'll have to do a story about that someday, too. Where do you get such incredible foresight?"
Tina thought it was pretty funny, getting excited about cans of beans and salt pork and eggs and bacon and English muffins, but, like she'd told herself last night . . . whatever turns you on. Some people just needed less to excite them than others.
When Ron finished with his story, he stopped by her register on his way out. "It was very nice meeting you, Miss Powers," he said stiffly. "I hope I have the pleasure again sometime" A fat, overstuffed lady in a pair of Bermuda shorts was checking out of her register at the time, and Ron tried not to give away their secret. The lady stared at Ron as though he had just landed from Mars.
"Thank you, Mr. Tyner," Tina replied. "The pleasure was all mine. And do come back and see us, won't you?" She met his gaze and smiled softly.
That afternoon, following her break, Mr. Balton called her to his office. She was a little worried, wondering what she had done wrong. He never had called her in before.
"Tina, I've had my eye on you," he said. "You're doing a good job there on the register, and I have a new job that calls for a lot of responsibility and I need a conscientious girl. I think you would be just right. How would you like to be my office assistant? You wouldn't work the registers anymore, except maybe when we're shorthanded, and you'd be right up here in the office with me, handling the cash from the front end, preparing the bank deposits, and generally being my right arm. How's that sound?"
"Sounds great, Mr. Balton," she said. "Does it mean a raise in pay?"
"Well, of course, it's a great opportunity for you, Tina," he said. "I wouldn't be able to give you more money right away, but perhaps after you've proved yourself. We review everyone after a year in a new job."
She knew it was the same old bullshit. Mr. Balton was just as phony as all the other people who handled the purse strings. She didn't know what she was getting into. Or, to put it more bluntly, what Mr. Balton hoped to get into.
At first, he was very gentlemanly and helped her learn the new job. Anytime she had a question, he was right there to help. But after a couple of weeks, he developed the habit of putting his arm around her shoulder in a fatherly way, patting her, smiling affectionately, laughing uproariously at anything she said that was mildly funny, and sometimes running his hand up and down her back, caressing her.
She began to get the idea that he was hot for her ass. That was about the size of it. He never came right out and propositioned her, but she knew that couldn't be far off. She didn't know whether he was married or not. He never spoke about his home life, and no one else knew, either.
Then, one day in her third week in the office, it happened.
"You know, Tina, you're coming along just great on the new job," Mr. Balton said. "I think you're ready to take on something more. Ever keep a set of books?"
"No, I don't know anything about them," she said.
"Well, it's a bit complicated, but I'm sure you could handle it. There's too much to learn to try and master it here in the office, with all your other work, though. Could you co me over to my house this evening and go over it? I'll lay it all out."
"Sure, I guess so, Mr. Balton. How about 8 o'clock?"
"Fine, Tina, I'll be expecting you."
She frowned a little after she agreed to go to his house. She wondered if she'd done the right thing. Suppose he came on with her? What would she do? But that would never happen. Mr. Balton was harmless. Just an affectionate, perhaps love starved, old guy about 50. He would never mess with her.
She dressed casually that night, not really believing there was any harm in being alone with Mr. Balton in his house. Since the outfit she wore to meet Ron Tyner had made such a good impression, she decided to wear it again. After her meeting with Mr. Balton, she thought perhaps she'd stop in again at the Tiptoe Motel's Cat's Meow Lounge and see what action she might be able to stir up.
The impression she was about to make on Mr. Balton was more than she had bargained for. When he opened the door and saw her in the low cut pink blouse and tight, black slacks, his mouth hung open like a hungry cannibal.
"I, er, aaahhh, come in, Tina! Come in!" he exclaimed. "I just wasn't expecting you so soon."
"But it's 8 o'clock, Mr. Balton," she replied.
"Oh, it is? I mean, I . . . well, never mind," he said, gazing steadily down her blouse at the undulating tits, all snowy and soft and swaying softly as she stepped inside, and took a chair in the living room.
He's just like all the others, she thought. Got a hard-on already and he's going to forget all about the bookkeeping lesson. Still, she couldn't help being a little intrigued by the idea of fucking the store manager. She'd never thought about getting an older cock. She'd been thinking in terms of guys in ther 20s, may be early 30s, not older guys like Ed Balton.
But it might be fun, she thought, to see what it would be like with someone old enough to be her father. Might, in fact, be fun to imagine that he was her father. Wouldn't Daddy be gassed over that idea? Tina, you're a wild one, all right, she thought. Have to watch yourself, or you're going to go right out the window with this fucking game you've discovered.
"I have the books right here, Tina, would like to come on the . . . I mean come over to the couch, where we have more room to spread them out?"
"Sure, Mr. Balton," she said. Then and there she made up her mind. She was going to ball this guy. He was already drooling, and his forehead was damp with perspiration. His eyes never veered from her fluttering tits as she moved across the room. She sat right next to him, looking directly at him, and he still stared down the front of her blouse. He couldn't take his eyes from those gorgeous mounds of springy flesh.
"Do you like what you see, Mr. Balton?" she asked softly.
"Eh, why yes, Tina," he stammered, shocked suddenly out of his reverie. "You are a lovely girl."
"How would you like to take one of them in your mouth and suck on it until I'm so hot I can't stand it?" She braced herself with one hand on the seat and leaned toward him, until the blouse was hanging open obscenely, her boobs swinging free and gently swaying as in a light breeze. Again, she had worn no bra, because she thought she might run into a hard, young stud at the Cat's Meow who would appreciate some bare tit.
"I, ah, I . . . well, I think that might be very nice," he sputtered. "Would you like that, Tina?"
"I'd like it very much, Mr. Balton. I love your lips. They're so soft, so warm, so eager, so masculine. I'd love to feel them caressing my nipples."
"Let's go in the bedroom," he said, almost choking on the words. His hands shook and his pants were stained in the crotch with a little round spot of moisture. Tina wondered if he'd already come. If he had, and he couldn't get it up again, she thought she might be tempted to kick him in the balls.
"I've wanted to fuck you from the first day you came in the store," Balton said. "Have you ever had a cock in you before?"
"Only a couple of times, Mr. Balton," she said. "But never a big man like you, just boys."
"Well, I'll show you what it's like to get it from a guy who's been around the track a couple of times himself," he said. And he laughed a soft, chuckling little laugh and wiped his forehead. He was unzipping his pants and dropping them to the floor as he watched Tina slowly undoing her slacks and sliding them slowly down her long, curving thighs. She wore only her bikinis, as usual, underneath and Balton almost broke a blood vessel in his temple as she seductively stripped for him.
"You know, Mr. Balton, I've wanted you for a long time, too," she lied. "It's awfully difficult for a young, hungry girl like me to be around you all day without getting awfully horny."
"Why didn't you say so, sweetheart? For God's sake, I would have helped you out! My wife . . . I mean, I'm alone here most of the time. I could have brought you over here and given you a good time whenever you wanted it."
He was down now to his shorts, and Tina noted with some wonderment the fact that instead of jockey shorts, he wore only an athletic supporter. He was well built, and not bad looking for a fifty year old guy. White hair, and a little thinning, but he was still brawny and his stomach flat and devoid of middle age bulge. No doubt his background as a football player and boxer had helped him keep his fine physique into middle ages. His square shoulders tapered down across a strong, wide chest, and his upper arms were muscular and hard.
Apparently his cock was too, by the looks of the straining load held back by his jock strap. Tina eyed it fondly and was pleasantly surprised by its bulging determination.
Tina pulled the blouse up over her head, her magnificently lofty tits spreading out wide and creamy white across her slight frame. As she brought her arms down and tossed the blouse on a chair, she shook her long, blonde locks and her tits did a dance of celebration, jiggling and shifting from side to side. Their pink, round areolas and erect, full nipples made Mr. Balton's mouth water.
She stood on the other side of the bed, her shapely body now totally revealed, and she decided to let him gaze at her nakedness. She crawled in and curled up like a baby, waiting for him to come to her.
Balton slipped off his jock, and Tina's eyes widened in amazement! Mr. Balton had a cock as big as a horse! It must have been at least 12 inches long, for God's sake! For the first time since she had begun to fuck, she was afraid of a cock! How could she ever manage to get all of that fantastic piece of meat into her poor little cunt?
But it was too late now, she was here and she had played the cockteaser and she'd have to go through with it. And to think she was concerned only a few moments ago that he might not be able to get it up!
His prick came crawling into bed long before he got there. That is, it was so big it seemed as though it took ages for him to get it moving. It was something like house moving. She'd seen them move one on her block once and it was a long process. God, what a cock, she thought.
His hands went to her big, round, soft tits and stroked them with the tenderness of a father caressing a baby's head. He ran his index finger over the upright nipples and then brought his lips to them and suckled them softly. He kept his lips on them, licking them with his warm tongue and they responded to his touch with ardor and passion. Tina felt a tremor of desire flow through her loins and her orbs warmed and shivered under his mouth.
His mammoth prick pressed against Tina's leg, and she could feel the intense heat and throbbing, almost thunderous, anxiety in it. It was sticky and wet on the end. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to take such an immense prick inside her.
"Mr. Balton, I'm afraid of your cock," Tina whispered. "I'm afraid you're much too big for a young girl like me."
"You need not be, my dear," he said, trying to soothe her fears. "You know, there's an old saying: A cunt will stretch a mile before it will tear an inch. And I've found that to be very true. I've had this problem to contend with all my life. Girls are always afraid I'm going to rip them apart. But I always lubricate them good first, and it slips right up the old chute. You wait and see, you're going to love it."
"It is a beautiful piece of machinery, that prick of yours," she sighed. "I'd love to feel it pushing against my ovaries."
He smiled, and eased onto her. His heart was pounding hard. Her words had turned him on and it was the moment she had been waiting for. He poised above her, his imposing prick in his hand, and leaned down just enough to test the waters of her pussy. It was as he thought. She was swimming in cunt juice. He parted the soft hairs surrounding her lips and twirled his big, round plum of a cockhead in the creamy juice. With his fingers, he dipped into the pinkish, moist opening and took more, smearing it along the bulging shaft of that outlandish cock. It glistened and shone and it was ready for her.
"Shove it into me, Ed," Tina sighed breathlessly. "Fill me with your great, big, beautiful cock, darling."
He made contact, and the head slid inside her cuntlips. She uttered a soft gasp and opened her legs to take the rest. But he gave it to her slowly. Resting on his stiffened arms, he stretched out straight and, like a slow moving freight elevator, gradually eased downward with his pelvis, gliding the enormous prick, its hard meat pulsing and reddened, all the way into her yawning cunt.
She swallowed it up like quicksand. His huge prick was completely embedded in her cunt, way up to her loins, and she swooned to the beat of his pounding throbs. He left it there for a moment, resting its full length within her and let her get the full joy of a prick the likes of which she might never find again.
"Will you fuck me 'til I pass out, Mr. Balton?" she asked. "I'd like to feel your prick shoving into me until I just black out from the intense joy and satisfaction I know you're going to give me."
"I'll give you all the cock you can take, Tina," he reassured her. "That's what I'm here for."
And he began to stroke her. Slow at first. Then longer and longer strokes. And faster and faster. And his cock was pounding her full of meat and she was going out of her mind with lust and wanton abandon as he carried her to the very peak of sexual glory.
That's when she passed out.
"Tina! Tina! Are you all right? Tina! Speak to me!"
Ed Balton was worried about her. He hoped she had only fainted, and was not ill.
But he kept right on fucking hell out of her. He hadn't cracked his nuts yet. And he didn't know when he might ever get another fuck like Tina.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ed was getting close to coming, and he was not about to quit until he had cracked his nuts in this beautiful piece of eighteen year old pussy.
"Jesus, come on, baby," he said to himself as he lunged and shoved his twelve inches of hard cock into her.
He lifted her limp, flopping legs up over his shoulders and went at her yawning cunt with renewed vigor. In and out of that lovely blonde pussy he thrust his burgeoning prick until he felt a tightness in his balls and come began to form out of him like a sexual Niagara.
It spewed and shot, hot and white, into Tina's pussy in a gushing, rocketing burst. Under the onrushing torrent, her loins jerked and bucked and she began to come alive again. The warmth of his come and the wet, sticky feeling that flooded her pussy brought her back from the drugged stupor that she had fallen into on feeling the immensity of his prick for the first time.
As he continued to slice into her with his fervent lunges, and douse her with shots of hot jism, she started to pick up the beat of his thrusts and respond once again. Her hips started to gyrate, slowly at first, then faster and faster as she felt the yearning growing in her for another orgasm.
"You stay hard a long time, baby," she murmured. "Was I out long?"
"Only a couple of minutes," he gasped, still in the throes of his coming.
"Uuugggghh, ooohhhh," she sighed, heaving her ass abruptly to take more of the hard prick.
"Are you going to come again, darling?" he asked.
"Yyeesssss, ooohhhhh, YES . . . no!" she screamed. Her ass went flying up off the bed, and she squeezed her eyes tightly to savor the delightful agony of a sweet, cunt wracking come. Her juices sloshed over his mighty prick, immersing it in creamy, gooey goodness, and sending a tingling sensation of gratitude through his balls.
"Oooooohhh, my God," she cried. "You fucked me like a machine, Ed! You've got the biggest, best, most beautiful cock in the world! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"You're most welcome, I'm sure, Tina," he smiled. "Come back anytime."
"You taught me a real lesson tonight, Ed," she said. "I always thought only young guys could fuck good. I found out that an older guy is better, and bigger!" She vowed to try another guy in his forties or fifties, to see if they were even bigger and better than Ed. But she wasn't about to let him know that.
Ed was still exploring the depths of her pussy, driving his shaft slowly up and down into it, searching out the possibility of finding another rich discovery of her love oil. But she was sated for the moment and after a while he pulled it out all twelve inches of it like a greased pole, and dropped down beside her to rest for a bit.
"You know, I was thinking," Ed said. "We might be able to grab a quick piece of ass every once in awhile in the store."
"In the store? For heaven's sake, where?"
"We could go back in the employees' lounge. When nobody is on their break, it would be a good spot."
"Oh, I'd be afraid to do that, Ed," Tina protested. "Someone might catch us. That's too risky."
"I suppose you're right," he replied. "Guess I'm just getting reckless and devil may care as I get older. When I was your age, I never would have dreamed of doing anything like that, either. But when you're fifty, you just don't give a damn. If you want to fuck, you fuck. The chance might not present itself again."
"Speaking of fucking, Ed, what other kinds of things turn you on?" She was hoping she might find out more about the art of sex from a guy who had spent a lifetime with a cock like a horse. He must have learned something about it just by being so fortunately endowed, she thought.
"Well, if you won't tell anyone, I'll let you in on a little secret," he said.
"You have my word of honor."
"I'm sort of partial to assholes," he said. "Especially young ones like yours."
She was not expecting this. She was thinking more of different positions and variations of straight fucking. Being jabbed in the ass with a cock the size of Ed Balton's was more than frightening, Tina thought. It was outrageous.
"I like to poke my finger up a nice round one," he went on. "I don't really know why. It just turns me on, that's all. And, of course, ass fucking is just too satisfying for words. That goes without saying."
"I've never tried anything like that," she replied timidly. "I don't think I'd like it."
"You never know 'til you try. Why not give it a chance? If it's not your cup of tea, I'll pull it out, no questions asked." He was breathing hard again. His eyes were full of excitement and he leaned toward her, fondling one of her tits, waiting for her reply.
"Will you put something slippery on your prick first? You'd kill me with that big thing if you went in dry."
"Sure, sweetheart, I've got some sterile lubricant right here in the nightstand. You'll never know what hit you."
"OK, if you promise not to hurt me."
"Roll over, dear. I'm already on my way."
Tina rolled over on her belly slowly, turning her luscious round, comely ass up to his excited gaze. His eyes roved over her smooth, perfectly formed cheeks and down over her gently curving thighs. He coveted this young cunt and now he was going to give her his specialty.
He slithered the greasy lubricant over the whole extended shaft of his big cock, slapping on a good thick coating to be sure it didn't all get skimmed off at the entrance to her tight little rosebud of an asshole. If she was too tight, her sphincter muscles would scrape him clean and he'd go in dry and give her a good dose of ravaged rectum.
"Just ease up on your knees, darling, and come over by the edge of the bed," he said! "Stick your ass right up in the air, off the side. I'll stand on the floor, and it should be just about the right height. That will give me lots of leverage, too, so I can ride you home like a St. Bernard."
What the hell is this guy talking about, Tina thought. The last thing she needed was to be ass fucked by a dog. Maybe he was going to pull another Ron Ryner trick on her and pretend he was an animal. Do all men have something like that hidden away in their heads? she wondered.
But she'd gone this far, she couldn't stop now. Besides, she was getting curious about what it would feel like to get corn-holed. She had never even considered it before. Maybe Ed Balton would teach her something after all.
"I'm just going to smear a little more of this around your asshole and inside, so you're nice and wet and ready for me," he said. His finger, greased and warm, spread a gob of the lubricant all around the rim of her tight little asshole, and then slid inside. He worked his finger back and forth, getting her good and slimy inside, and also letting her get the feel of a foreign object in an orifice hitherto undefiled. In other words, the first time she'd taken it up the shit chute.
Tina arched her back and felt a tremor of excitement all through her loins as his finger entered her ass for the first time. It was something entirely new and different and she sort of liked it. If he kept it up, it could turn out to be a real winner of an evening for her, she thought.
Ed's hand was trembling with excitement as he finished lathering up her ass. She couldn't see him, but she could tell by his breathing and the touch of his sweaty hands that he was getting hotter than hell. This had to be a big thing for him. She just hoped she was up to it.
"All right, baby, here I come," he said, in a breathless, stifled voice.
She wiggled her ass a bit to get into position. Her toes dangled over the side of the bed, her knees dug firmly into the mattress, and she rested on her forearms, her forehead buried in the sheets. Her ass was poised as if she were mooning the world, and her tits hung down, swaying lazily as Tina's heart beat faster and faster. She felt Ed's hands on the sides of her ass and she dug in for his onslaught. She prayed that she would be able to sit down tomorrow.
His grease bedecked cock edged tentatively around her tender little asshole, mingling with the shiny layer of lubricant over and in it. His big prick was beating like an African drum; and she could feel its heat warming her ass cheek.
Then he grasped that huge prick and wedged it against the wrinkled, tight opening and gave it a shove. His cockhead felt like an oversized plum going in, but she took it without wincing. It was when he began to shove the whole, incredible length of cock up her ass that she felt like Hannibal's army was invading her intestines.
"Eeeeeee Gods!" she shrieked. Her body shot forward and flat on the bed, but Ed was holding her loins tightly in anticipation of just such an occurrence. He lunged forward with her, landing hard on top of her tender body, flat on the bed.
His cock never slipped an inch. He was imbedded halfway in her when they lurched ahead. Now, lying on the bed prone, he was in up to the hilt.
Tina felt like her ass was ablaze. Every tender, sensitive nerve in her ass was screaming for mercy. His bulging prick was pressing the walls of her shit chute as far out as they would go.
"Get ready for an all star reaming, baby," he gasped. "This is the way we used to do it when I played football. Every cheerleader in school was initiated this way when she worked her first game. Hope you like it. Rah! Rah! Rah!"
Tina had never heard him like this before. He seemed to be out of touch with reality. That's what happens when sex takes over your brain, she feared. She still liked experimenting, though, and she had to admit that a cock the size of a leg of lamb was not the worst thing to have up your ass.
Ed was still inside her, never having lost his position through all her lunging and bucking. He was standing upright again, his loins thrust forward, his shoulders hunched, his hands clasping her smooth, creamy thighs tightly. His pounding cock was entombed in her asshole shrine, praying fervently for release from his urgent, lustful need.
His balls began to slap and smack against her ass cheeks as Ed started probing her slowly with his gigantic prick. He withdrew it all the way, almost to the head, then plunged it deeply into her, then out again, then in. His ass was picking up the momentum, and he started grinding it out, in a steady rhythmic cadence.
That was Ed Balton as he fucked Tina Powers in the ass the "Great Big Engine Who Could". His ass was driving back and forth now, driving his big, pistoning prick in and out of her greasy asshole, picking up speed going downhill, as she squirmed and screamed and howled with delight. Now that he was getting good and hard, she had forgotten all about the pain and the agony of his first insertion and was begging him for more.
"Give it to me, Eddie! Fuck my asshole! Shit man, fuck me!"
Her ass was jouncing and rocking and the bed was like a ship in a heavy sea as Ed stood next to it and rolled his hips and fed her more cock meat than most girls get in a lifetime.
"Gonna . . . gonna . . . unloooaaadd it . . . allllll . . . in min it . . . aaaaaggghhh, oohhhh eeeeee, yyyyaaaaaa!! ! ! ! " Ed grabbed Tina around the waist and yanked her back to him, driving his cock so far up into her that she was certain he had ruptured her spleen. Yet she loved the feeling of being spiked by his enormous, spewing pecker.
"Go, baby!" she shouted. "Fill me up with that big prick! Give me all your cream!"
Ed squeezed her tightly, lunging into her again and again as his come shot into her ass like molten steel from a blast furnace. His head hugged her back, pressing against her spine with his ear.
Tina felt like her ass was filled with the Atlantic Ocean, brought to a boil, and that thousands of tiny barnacles were clawing at veins in the walls of her excretory canal. She hoped she didn't have to take a shit for a week. Pain seared through her little asshole and gnawed at every nerve fiber in her body. But she knew she'd do it again. It was a mind boggling experience. Ed's massive dork was a once in a lifetime joy, and having it in her ass, when he obviously enjoyed it so much, was fun, she had to admit it.
"I'm going to slide it out now, darling," he said quietly. "Just grab the bedsheets."
She knew what he meant. And he said it so sweetly. She tightened her ass muscles and grasped his cock with them as it gradually began to slide down the way. It was like a huge battleship, going down into the water after being christened. When it finally plopped out, she clenched hard.
"There's something else I enjoy," he said. "Maybe now is a good time for you to try that, too."
"What is it?"
"I'd love to give you an enema."
"Are you out of your mind? Get the hell out of here, Balton!"
He looked dismayed, and hurt, as he turned from her.
She was sorry if she had made him feel rejected, but she couldn't help it.
There was only so much that a girl could do for her boss.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tina was so fucked out by her session with Ed Balton that she had to take a day off and soak in a hot tub. But she was young and vibrant and she bounced back to health quickly. The next day, she was in the store and full of energy as usual.
She was behind the office counter, cashing checks for customers, when a stunning woman of about forty stepped to the window, and handed Tina her driver's license and a check.
The woman's name, according to her license, was Mrs. Brenda Thompson. She had pure white hair, cut short and combed back on the sides in waves. Her skin was wrinkle free and youthful looking, and her clear, blue eyes sparkled. She had a wide, slim mouth, but she smiled easily, and her teeth were even and as white as her hair. Her well tailored suit and silk shirt spelled money with a capital "M".
Tina hoped she'd look half as good when she was Mrs. Thompson's age. She counted out four tens and a pair of fives, total of $50, and put them on the counter.
"Thank you very much, Tina," the woman said.
"How did you know my name?" Tina asked.
"I remembered it from the little nameplate you used to wear when you were a checkout girl," Mrs. Thompson said, smiling. "I miss you over there. You were fast, and you're very pretty. I appreciate beauty."
"Well, thank you," Tina said, a little embarrassed. "You're a very beautiful woman, too. I was just thinking that as I cashed your check. I love your hair. Do you think I'd look good with it styled that way?'
"I don't know," Mrs. Thompson said. "But we could find out. I used to be a hair stylist on Fifth Avenue in New York before I was married. I'd be happy to see what I could do about giving you a whole new look if you'd like that. No charge, of course."
"Oh, that would be super!" Tina squealed. "Would you do that for me?"
"Of course, I'd be happy to, darling," she answered. "Why don't you arrange to drop over to my place after work on Monday? My husband will be out of town all next week, and I'll need some company to help me fill my time anyway."
"Oh, great!" Tina bubbled. She took down the woman's address and thanked her again as she left. The house was in the best part of town, up on the hill overlooking the valley. Tina was tingling with excitement as she thought about going up to Buck Hill Road on Monday night!
She breezed through the week, trying to stay out of Ed Balton's way, so that he couldn't get his fingers up her ass every time he passed her.
On the next Monday morning, she told her parents she was going to see Mrs. Thompson that night and what this stunning woman was going to do for her. "I might be home late, so don't wait up for me," she said. "I have no idea how long it will take. But don't worry. I'll be safe."
Little did Tina know at the time that she couldn't have been in safer, more loving hands than those of Brenda Thompson.
Brenda was not married at all, as she had told Tina. She never had been. And she'd never been a hair stylist on Fifth Avenue. In fact, she was the youngest child of a wealthy Chicago family, and had been run out of town years ago after she'd broken up one too many marriages with her torrid love affairs. She was always the third person in the triangle, and she never went for the husband.
Her specialty had been the young, beautiful wife. But that was back when Brenda was younger. Now she was forty, but she still had her eyes peeled for young chicks with gorgeous bodies. She had drooled over Tina's tits since the first time she was in Ed's Sooper Wooper.
The Thompson family gave her a sizeable yearly stipend just to stay as far from Chicago as possible. She'd bought a place up on the mountain only three months before, and so far had been successful in luring only three young beauties to her lair. Tina would be the fourth, but by far the loveliest girl on the list. Brenda was awaiting her arrival as eagerly as Tina was.
The drive up Buck Hill Road was long and winding, and Tina wasn't sure where Number 29 was. They all looked alike to her, and there were no numbers on most of the houses or, more correctly, on the shielded and thickly hedged entrances to long and well kept drives. The houses all were set way back from the road and few could be seen by passersby.
Then she saw a small sign. There was no number, but it said, "Thompson," so Tina pulled into the lane. She drove slowly, timidly up the drive and parked in front of the wide steps, got out and went to the door. A large brass knocker hung there and she gave it a rap. In a moment a beautiful young housemaid, in a black uniform and a white lace cap, answered the door.
"Yes?" she said, a blank look on her exquisitely delicate face.
"My name is Tina Powers. I'm here to see Mrs. Thompson."
"Won't you come in please?" She stood aside, and Tina walked into the wide, slate floored foyer. It was wider than her parents' whole house, Tina marveled. She gazed about in amazement. A long winding staircase led to the second floor and it was completely covered by rich, dark red carpeting. Off to one side was a large, sunny, oak paneled living room.
"Won't you wait in the library, please? I'll tell Mrs. Thompson you're here." The maid led her to the right, into a huge room lined from floor to ceiling with many books. The windows were at least 10 feet tall, and Tina was so awed by it all, she was beginning to get wet between the legs. She was afraid she might come just from the excitement of this fabulous house!
The maid came back as Tina's mind dwelled on the ecstatic feeling she was getting.
"Mrs. Thompson is in the indoor swimming pool downstairs," she said. "She asks that you join her there."
The maid led the way down to a huge, modern pool, with sun streaming in through a skylight, and Brenda Thompson was sprawled out on a chaise lounge at the pool's edge. She was wearing a skimpy white bathing suit and her well tanned figure was voluptuous, to say the least.
Her short hair accented a long regal neck curving gracefully into creamy smooth shoulders that showed only a trace of a collar bone. Her tits were full, youthfully round and curved out from her body in a perfect orbit, crowned by nipples that dotted her suit and left nothing to the imagination.
Her tummy was flat, curved in at the waist just enough to set off the firm round thighs. They curved softly down into graciously alluring calves.
"Hello, my dear, I'm so glad you could come," Brenda said. "Come and sit down." She pulled her legs to one side and motioned for Tina to sit on the chaise lounge with her.
"Don't be timid, Tina, there's plenty of room." Tina sat down, the cheeks of her ass pressed against Brenda's leg.
Tina had worn a pair of skin tight jeans and a sporty pink blouse that buttoned up the front. She didn't want to wear dressy clothes, because she didn't know what Mrs. Thompson had in mind for her beauty treatment. She thought it might include a mudpack, or a facial, or some other messy thing that would soil her clothes. She might even have to take off her blouse, so she took a chance on casual clothes.
"I've been thinking about what we might do to give you a fashion look, Tina," she said. "I think it's going to take a lot more time than I had thought originally."
"Oh? How much time, Mrs. Thompson?"
"Not that long, really," she said. "Three or four days, maybe. You can stay here while we do it. There's plenty of room, and I'm all alone, except for Genevieve, the maid. Why don't you call your parents later and tell them where you'll be? And how about the job? Can you get a few days off from work?"
"Well, I don't know. My parents will understand, I'm sure. But I haven't given them any warning at the store. I don't think Mr. Balton would like it. I do have a week's vacation coming, though, that I haven't taken. I suppose I could call him and see what he says."
They chatted for a while on the chaise about all sorts of things, like Tina's job, what she planned to do in the future, what she thought about boys, and even touched a bit on sex., "Do you like to have sex?" Mrs. Thompson asked, her eyes fixed firmly on Tina's.
"Well, sure," she replied. "It depends, though, on the boy and what he's like. I just started experimenting this summer. I was a virgin until just a few weeks ago."
"Really? So you're still just getting the hang of it, eh? This is like your summer of discovery." Mrs. Thompson laughed softly, and patted Tina's chin. Her hands lingered for a moment and brushed across her warm, flushed cheek. Tina was a little embarrassed, but not terribly so.
"I was just about your age when I had my first encounter," Mrs. Thompson revealed. "I found it to be absolutely breathtaking. You'll be a thrilling love mate for someone who really knows how to make love to you, I'm sure." Her eyes roved over Tina's lovely body, lingering lustfully on her well rounded, blouse filling tits.
Tina thought Mrs. Thompson was very understanding and gracious, easy to talk to about things a young girl needed to discuss with another woman. It was hard for her to tell her mother about the sexual yearnings she had these days. She just wouldn't understand. But Mrs. Thompson was a mature woman who thought like someone her own age.
"Why don't you use that phone over on the other side of the pool to call your parents and the store? Then I think we should get started right away on your beauty treatments," she said.
Tina was on the phone several minutes, but when she came back, she was all smiles. "I knew my parents would understand, but I had a little trouble with Mr. Balton at the store," she said. "I finally insisted, since he owes me a week's vacation anyway, and he said all right.
"Why don't we go into the sauna now, Tina darling. The first thing we have to do is soften up your pores and make you feel alive and sparkling. Have you ever had a sauna bath before?"
"No I haven't," Tina replied.
"Well, there really isn't much to it, except that you should just try to relax and let your body open up. Don't tense up, or worry about conventional standards. Remember, there's no one else here, and no one else will know what goes on here."
The sauna was in another room at the far end of the pool. Tina and Mrs. Thompson walked along the edge of the pool to a little doorway leading into a wood paneled room with a bench built into the wall, and a padded table, something like you might see in a doctor's office.
"You can leave your clothes out here, dear," Mrs. Thompson said. "We won't be wearing them in the sauna." And she started removing her swim suit. Tina was not expecting this, but she wasn't shocked, either. After all, she'd seen'a lot of men's bodies in recent weeks, and a woman's body couldn't hurt, she thought. Besides, Mrs. Thompson wasn't bashful, so why should she be?
Mrs. Thompson slipped the top of her suit off, and her fantastic tits flopped out, hanging there like a couple of soft fleshy melons. They were really big, and really well formed, Tina thought, although she tried not to stare. It's just that she didn't understand how they could be in such good shape when someone was in their forties. So many of the women she saw in the store were drooping and sagging and all out of shape. Tina was just slipping off her shoes and socks when Mrs. Thompson wiggled out of the rest of her suit.
"Never saw a woman's body before, Tina? I mean a mature woman, not just another girl?"
"N . . . n . . . no, I didn't," Tina said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that you have such a lovely figure."
"Now, now, don't apologize, it's perfectly natural to be curious about someone else's body, particularly someone of the same sex. Incidentally, you have a perfectly lovely body yourself, Tina."
"Thank you," Tina said, blushing just a bit.
"Come now, let's get these things off you. We have to get into the sauna." Mrs. Thompson moved to Tina, standing so close those big, round nipples almost touched her blouse, and began to unbutton her.
"And please, Tina, call me Brenda. We certainly don't intend to be formal around here this week. We'll be working very, very closely." She looked directly into Tina's eyes. There was a hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.
Her fingers worked slowly, almost as though she were enjoying undressing me, Tina thought. The blouse was only half unbuttoned, and Brenda's fingers lingered at each one, seemingly savoring the suspense of disrobing a young girl.
Tina's tits rose and fell softly, as her breath began to get heavier. No woman had ever undressed her before, at least not since she was grown up. And no woman had ever seen her nude. Brenda Thompson was the first. And here she was, already naked, and making a production out of getting Tina's blouse off. The back of Brenda's hand brushed firmly against Tina's nipples, through the material, as she reached the bottom button. Tina stood quietly, letting her hostess peel away her clothes, and feeling a strange, tingling excitement that she couldn't quite define.
Brenda pulled Tina's blouse out of the top of her jeans, then slipped it from her shoulders. Brenda was not speaking now, either, but stared long and hard at Tina's tits as she removed the blouse.
She moved to Tina once again, and nimbly unhooked the bra. She slid the straps off, and gathered the bra up like a wet towel, sliding her fingers across Tina's large, luscious tits almost as though she were picking up lots of small objects, like seeds. Her fingers were extended straight out, bunched together, much as though she were holding a pill, as they glided off the ends of the nipples. Brenda tweaked the pink tips as she touched them.
Brenda stepped back and tossed the bra alongside the blouse on a bench at the end of the pool.
"You have absolutely gorgeous breasts, Tina," she said. "You are even more lovely than I had imagined."
"Thank you, Brenda. It's nice of you to say that, particularly when you have such a nice figure yourself."
"Let's get the rest of these things off, shall we? I still want to get you into that sauna where you can begin to understand more about your body."
Brenda quickly unbuttoned Tina's jeans and helped her out of them. Then it was only her little bikinis separated Tina from complete nudity. She stood there, waiting for Brenda to slide them down, but the woman stood back, by the sauna door, just watching and waiting for Tina to do it herself. She hooked her fingers inside the band of her bikinis, and began sliding them down.
They went smoothly over the round graceful curve of her ass and her beautifully contoured thighs. Then her sweet, downy muff of pussy hair came into view as the panties slid down over her legs and off on the floor. Her legs parted slightly as she stepped out of them and Tina noticed that Brenda's mouth was open slightly, and her sparkling blue eyes were trained on the pink moist lips beneath that little muff. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed to her as though Brenda's breathing was a little heavier than it had been a couple of minutes ago.
"Come darling, it's time to open your pores," Brenda said, and she walked into the sauna. Tina followed close behind.
Brenda closed the door behind them, and Tina could feel the warm, moist heat begin to seep into her body. Her pores were opening already, and she began to feel a light, smooth coating of perspiration all over her young, delectable body.
Brenda noticed it, too. "Do you notice the change coming over you?" she smiled. "Your whole body will take on a delicious, relaxed feeling. Look, I like to do this when I come in here."
She walked to Tina and cupped one of the young girl's wonderfully lofty, smooth tits in her hand. With her other hand, she rubbed it lightly in a circular motion, spreading the perspiration around as though it were an oil.
"Doesn't that feel good, Tina?"
"Yea . . . yes, it does tingle a little," she answered hesitantly.
"Yes, I know it does, I love the feel of soft, warm hands against my body when I'm in here, don't you?"
"Yes, Brenda, it feels good."
Brenda took one of Tina's delicate, soft hands and placed it on her own large, shimmering tits. "Here, Tina, rub your fingers over my tits. I love the feel of your fingers on me. Don't be afraid. Just stroke my tits gently, lovingly. Isn't that good?"
"Yes, you have soft skin, Brenda. And lovely breasts."
"Here's something else I think you'll like. I love it." Brenda moved closer and touched her own breasts against Tina's. They were nearly the same size, and both sets full and tipped by large, pink areolas and erect nipples. Brenda moved from side to side slightly, sliding their shiny moist tits together softly. Tina felt an unexplained, gnawing ache gripping her cunt and she knew instinctively that Brenda had much more in mind than just giving her a beauty treatment.
"Doesn't this feel good, too, Tina?"
"I do have to admit that it's pleasant, Brenda," Tina said. "I never did anything like this with a woman. It's a whole new experience for me."
"Of course, darling, I understand," Brenda said soothingly. She slid an arm around Tina's shoulder and brushed a wisp of hair from her forehead. Her tits were resting against Tina's shoulder as the girl sat on a bench.
"But there's nothing to be afraid of, or feel guilty about," she said. "The beauty of another woman's body is the most natural thing in the world to admire. I've done it all my life, ever since that first sexual encounter I told you I had when I was just about your age."
"Really, Brenda?"
"Of course, my darling. Like they say . . . "Whatever turns you on."
"Yes, I've heard that expression," Brenda said.
"It's true. If you feel good touching another woman, then by all means, you should do it." She picked up Tina's hand again and placed it between her own legs. Tina felt the soft fur of Brenda's pussy, and for the first time she was not afraid. She petted the hair and marveled at the thickness and how much there was of it.
"We're going to have a marvelous time this week, Tina," Brenda said, her eyes focusing on her young friend with a faraway, heavy lidded stare. "A marvelous time. I'm going to introduce you to a whole new life. You may never want to turn back." Then she went to a valve on the wall and turned it.
It would be fun to find out what she had in mind for the rest of the week, Tina thought.
Then she even surprised herself. She didn't really know, thinking about it later, why she did it. She just got this overpowering urge, and let nature take it's course.
Tina stood up from the bench and walked over to Brenda. They faced each other for a moment, but nude and shimmering in the healthy moisture of the sauna. Tina reached up and slid her arms around Brenda's neck and held her tightly.
Their lips met, and Tina opened her mouth and took Brenda's tongue to her own. Brenda grasped her firmly around the waist and their bodies met in a scintillating, thrilling moment of bliss.
Tina could feel Brenda's pussy hair brushing against her thigh, and the excited, quick beat of her heart.
Their lips locked in a moist, softly grinding kiss that lingered as Brenda stroked her hand up Tina's smooth, creamy back, then around to cup one of her lovely breasts.
Finally, they parted, and Brenda still held her closely, looking into her eyes.
"Today, my darling, I'm going to make love to you with a passion you've never known. I will coyer your body with kisses and I will fuck you like no man ever could. You will be mine, Tina, and you will never want a man again.
Tina lay her head on Brenda's shoulder and wept softly, as the older woman stroked her hair.
It was so beautiful, Tina thought. This woman is so beautiful, and she says such beautiful things! How could any young girl not be swept off her feet?
She knew then that she would give her body and her very being to Brenda Thompson. She would let this woman explore every inch of her body and she would respond with all the love and passion in her soul.
CHAPTER NINE
Brenda took Tina over to the padded table. It had chrome legs, and slim, chrome poles that curved over at the top like a cane handle. Attached to the cane like handles were looped straps. Tina had heard about tables like this in a gynecologist's office, and she wondered if Brenda had gotten it from a doctor.
"Just lie down here, sweetheart," Brenda said. She adjusted a soft, padded headrest for Tina, who climbed up and stretched out. Brenda lifted one of Tina's legs and slipped it through a looped strap, then did the same with the other one. Her legs were up in the air, bent at the knee, with her feet resting on the table.
Brenda then pulled a padded stool, like a low version of a seat at the Cat's Meow, placed it at the end of the table, and sat down. Her face was almost directly in front of Tina's pussy, and she could feel Brenda's warm breath tingling the hairs of her crotch.
"What an absolutely gorgeous pussy you have, Tina," she said. "I can see that you are going to keep me very well occupied this week."
Brenda placed her arms on the table, alongside Tina's thighs, and moved in a bit closer. Her tits were pressing lightly against Tina's ass cheeks, and her face brushed the smooth, creamy flesh of her inner thigh. She puckered her lips and blew softly into Tina's moist, wide open cunt.
It was a lovely sight. In the position Brenda was in, she could see every tiny hair of Tina's mouthwatering pussy, her pinkish, wavy youthfully fresh cunt lips, the soft furry ring of blonde hair that extended down through her crotch and melded with the little, wiry curls around her asshole. The softly curving buns of her ass, and that marvelous big "V" that her thighs formed as they reached up to the straps. Looking straight through the "V" of her legs, Brenda had a birds eye view of Tina's huge tits, all covered with beads of moisture from the sauna, their nipples sticking straight up and chewy hard, and her lovely face. Tina's hair was spread across the table in disarray, her eyes closed, her mouth open just a bit, as she lay there, ready . . . eagerly awaiting . . . delights that Brenda Thompson had in store for her.
"Ooooohhhh, God!" Brenda moaned as she took in the sight. "You beautiful young goddess!" And with that she pressed her face into that soft bushy cunt and began lapping it with her tongue.
Softly, slowly, she worked, letting Tina feel every loving move that she made.
"Uuuuugggg, ooohhh, Brenda, your tongue is so very warm!" Tina swooned. "It's soooooo waaarrmm."
Brenda's tongue roved over Tina's cunt lips, mingling the moisture from her mouth with Tina's light perspiration and the drops of cunt juice that were beginning to trickle from her cunt. She lightly coated Tina's soft inner thigh with saliva, running her tongue around in tiny circles.
Her hands stroked Tina's soft, creamy white tummy, right down to the pussy hairs, and along her legs and sides, as she licked her crotch. It set up a dual sensation in Tina, and she felt as though her stomach was full of little fists, clenching and unclenching softly, as the muscles reacted to Brenda's lovemaking.
Brenda went back to that lovely cunt once again, lapping in longer, more sweeping strokes, trailing more saliva, dampening the whole, soft muff and craving the goodness that lay within. She loved the crinkly feel of Tina's cunt hair on her tongue, the yielding, moist sweetness of her juicy cuntlips.
Her tongue slipped inside Tina's cunt for the first time, exploring it, caressing it, teasing it, as Tina groaned and squirmed. Her whole body was beginning to respond now to Brenda's expert attention to detail.
Tina sensed that it was going to be completely different with Brenda. She was so caring, so loving, so full of warmth and the beauty of being a woman. She felt like she was living a fantasy as she felt Brenda's tongue giving her such indescribable pleasure.
Her cunt was quivering and the flesh inside her cunt felt like it was afire and growing by the minute into a blazing inferno. She knew that Brenda would make her come today like she had never come before. She just knew it. Her body was already experiencing thrills that were greater and heavier than anything she had gone through with Howie or Bill or Ron or Ed. This was a far cry from the back room at Ed's Sooper Wooper.
"Do you like it, Tina?" Brenda asked, her words slurred a bit as she continued licking as she talked.
"Ooooohhhh, yes, Brenda! Yes! I love it!" Tina moaned softly, and shifted her body on the table. Her tits lounged softly to one side like soft mounds of warm taffy.
"Am I better than any man you ever had, Tina?"
"Yes, Brenda, yesssss!"
"What does it feel like? Tell me what you feel, darling."
"It feels like you're setting my whole body on fire. You're so soft and warm and you know just what to do to make my body ache. And it's trembling! Ooooh, I'm trembling, Brenda! I want you to take me, Brenda! Make me come, darling! Make me come!"
"But we have plenty of time, sweetheart," Brenda replied. "Plenty of time. You must be patient."
Brenda loved to toy with the young girls she seduced. She liked to play a little cat and mouse game with them.
They didn't like it while it was happening sometimes. Once in a while they'd scream and shout at her, even try to pull her hair if they were especially hot, but they always loved her for it in the end.
By the time Brenda cracked their nuts for them, they were like a mouse in a cat hospital. Absolutely bananas. When Brenda was finished with a young cunt, they often had trouble walking. It all depended, of course, on how long she worked them over, and which of her many sensual thrills she administered.
Brenda felt that she'd rested Tina long enough. Tina had stopped writhing and moaning, so Brenda went back to work again, lathering Tina's loins with saliva, and going over the same, sweet territory in faster, wetter sweeps of her hot tongue. She still preferred to lap Tina with long, wide licks. Tina started moving around once again. She thought Brenda was going to drive her crazy. She had never felt so much lust and so much yearning to come in all her life!
"Ooooooh, Brenda, make me come, please! I'm in agony! You're so good at this! Soooo gooood! My God! Help me, Brenda!"
"Anything that's good you have to work for, darling," Brenda replied, enjoying the sexual torture she was inflicting on this innocent child. "Tina, you must remember that Brenda knows best. I've been doing this a long time, you know. You'll love me for it later."
"I can't help it," Tina cried. "I can't take it any more!"
Brenda ignored her pleas, resting a bit more to let Tina get control of herself. While she was waiting, she stood up and came around to the side of the table, placing her soft, damp hands on Tina's stomach.
"My, you are excited, aren't you, darling," she said. Brenda remained cool throughout her lovemaking, until the end. She got her kicks by watching her young love object go crazy. Of course, Brenda was getting very wet in the crotch, but to look at her you would never know that she had been eating out a gorgeous eighteen year old beauty like Tina. Most women would be more excited. But Brenda was calm, or appeared to be, and was only sweaty because the sauna was now putting out a good bit of heat.
Her hands roamed over Tina's soft flesh, cupping her tits lovingly and feeling the soft, trembling flesh give beneath her fingers. She spread her hand out, fingers wide apart, right across Tina's left tit, and pressed down gently. Then she closed her fingers together slowly, cupping her hand slightly as she did so, and watched the sweet, creamy tit meat ooze up between her fingers like warm mud. It was one of Brenda's favorite pastimes, and Tina had the kind of tits you could do it with. Brenda loved nice, big young tits. And Tina's were the best she'd seen in years.
Sometimes Brenda started working on a girl by sucking her tits first, but with Tina she planned to save those for later. Tina seemed somehow ready for a good cunt licking first.
She went back to her stool and got into licking position again.
"Ready for more tongue, darling?"
"Yes, Brenda, yes," Tina gasped. "But don't wait this time. Let me come, please!"
Brenda did not respond in words. She began at the very base of Tina's cunt lips, down in the taint that little piece of solid flesh between Tina's cunt and ass. Brenda's tongue, stiffened out straight like the stubby tail of a bulldog, and bored into that soft moist spot. It nuzzled and snuggled and found that spot where all good cunt lappers go at one time or another.
She pushed her tongue to reach every little blonde hair in that sensitive spot. Tina's smooth, round ass cheeks met in perfect symmetry right where Brenda was planting her waving flag of a tongue, claiming that beautiful territory. The cheeks grazed each side of Brenda's moist tongue, and she strained to push between them and massage Tina at the apex of her sensitivity.
Brenda went on with her licking. Her tongue moved up through the soft hair of Tina's crotch, alongside her cunt, to the top of her pussy. Then Brenda moved her head over to the other side, and tongued her way back down, with little flicks of her tongue, through the hair on the other side. She slicked down Tina's crotch all around, twice, feeling the bones of her leg joint through the girl's soft flesh.
When she finished that, she let her head go into a dizzying whirl. The first time she had really turned on the tongue juice. She lapped crazily, in helter skelter fashion, all over the entire crotch . . . all over Tina's pussy hair, up and down her cuntlips, inside her cunt, down to the taint again, all up and down the furry rim around the outside of her lips, up and over the inner thighs.
Tina was really beginning to pour out the love juice now, her ass squirming and heaving and the cheeks alternately raising and lowering as her body twisted from side to side and she moaned and cried and whimpered and begged for mercy.
Then Brenda stopped suddenly once more. She had been careful through all of this not to even touch Tina's clit once not even lightly. She had been saving that for the final burst.
She sensed that Tina was getting awfully close to coming.
This time, when Tina had calmed down a little, but still was pulsating from her quivery tits to her aching cunt, Brenda stood up at the end of the table.
Like a gynecologist, who probably used the table before Brenda for much different purposes, she leaned over Tina's nude body, stretching out to her from between her upraised legs, and began licking her tummy. All over, up and down and back and forth, medium fast, and very wet. She let her fingers trail behind her tongue, tracing little circles in the thick film of saliva she was leaving all over the girl. The moisture in the air, and the now profusely sweating Tina, and the saliva combined to make the girl's shapely and luscious young body glisten and shine like burnished ivory.
Neither of them spoke as Brenda grew more excited and vastly more aggressive. Tina could only groan and whimper, occasionally crying out in agonizing, pitiful wails for sweet fulfillment. She longed to surrender completely to Brenda's urgent tongue and drift into blissful release.
But Brenda would not let her. She played Tina's body like a virtuoso, taking from it every sweet note it had within it, then lapsing into slow, melodic strains of rapture.
It seemed now, however, as though she would at last allow Tina to taste the delightful nectar of orgasm. Tina sobbed and begged Brenda to suck and lick her to a climax, and Brenda was working toward it rapidly.
"Ooooooooh, ooooooh, Brenda! I . . . I'm almost ready to come . . . darling . . . I'm almost ready to come! Ooooohhh, ohhhh! Brenda! Darling, lick my clit!"
Brenda knew the time had come. She backed down a bit, still tonguing Tina's groin, and down over the top of her pussy once again, grasping Tina's strong, supple thighs and lathering them with her moist tongue. Brenda's face was flushed now, and her tongue sped with tense, maddening quickness over Tina's undulating flesh.
Tina's face was twisted, her eyes clamped tightly, her mouth agape. Her chin moved, the only sound that came from her mouth was a faint, guttural whine, short and strained. Her neck muscles bulged and the veins pounded as she strained to know the rapture of sweet release.
"Mnunm, aaaagggghhh," moaned Brenda, as her head and face burrowed into the wet, juice and sweat soaked pussy. Her tongue found Tina's moist, pink cuntlips once again and gave them another thorough swabbing. She licked them with the flat, coarse fullness of her tongue, like she'd work on an ice cream cone, slithering Tina with more saliva and tickling the sensitive, smooth, flesh of those delectable lips.
Then, without warning, she darted to Tina's erect, yearning clit. It shone brightly under a thin veil of damp, blonde pussy hair, standing tall and calling for recognition. That little nub of sweet meat held the key to all Tina's lustful desires, all the pent up yearning to be free of the agonizingly delicious torment to which Brenda had been subjecting her with her fast moving, experienced tongue , It meant salvation to a young girl filled with carnal longing.
And Brenda finally clamped her lips over it and sucked it long and hard and with ardent coaxing. She teased it and pinched it softly and licked it quickly with the tip of her wet tongue. She ringed it with kisses and pulled it up and rubbed it hard and gently urged it to open the gates of Tina's love nest and let the incredible, excruciating, sweet ache of lust go free. She let her saliva flow over it and bathe it in warmth and wetness.
Tina was screaming with delight and pain and all the aching goodness that had been building in her loins. Her legs wrapped around Brenda's sturdy, tensed shoulders and clung tightly and then kicked and her ass jumped up and down on the table. Her tits were flopping and slapping and her whole body was a mass of hysterical, quivering joy and sweet pain.
Then the dam broke and Tina was in that never never land of wondrous sexual exile . . . that indescribable moment when she was all alone in the throes of orgasmic intoxication.
"Aaaaiiieeeyyyy! Oooohhhh! Brenda! Suck me!" Tina's thundering screams echoed in the small sauna and evoked an eagerness in Brenda that was immediate and frenzied.
She scraped her teeth lightly against Tina's clit, just barely brushing it in a tiny, loving nip. Then she slithered her soft, thick wet lips up and down on Tina's raging, engorged clit, as though it were a small prick, stiff hard and erect. Up and down her lips went, sucking it off as Tina came and came and came.
Tina's foamy, thick, creamy juice poured and poured from her cunt. She was wracked by spasms of highly charged emotion and lustful release. It ran down over the smooth, round cheeks of her ass and smeared her inner thighs and drooled from the lips of her magnificent lover.
Spasms of delight rippled through her body, and she shook and shivered and whimpered softly as the pulsations in her pussy began to subside a bit. She was still jittery and all the incredibly sensitive fibers in her clit were still very much aroused and on fire, but she gradually began to relax and regain her senses.
"My God, where am I?" she said, blinking her eyes. "I thought I was on a rocket ship! What in the world did you do to me, Brenda?"
"I only gave you a sample of my special beauty treatment for luscious young girls," Brenda replied.
"That was incredible! You are the best lover a girl could ever, ever hope to find, Brenda!"
"Rest now, my darling," she said. "I'll have Genevieve bring us something to drink. Then I'd like to show you the rest of the house especially the bedroom, where you and I will be spending most of the week."
She nuzzled Tina with her nose, playfully brushing it through her damp hair and down the back of her neck.
"Besides, I'm sure Genevieve is very anxious by now to take you. upstairs and give you a nice, refreshing massage."
"Genevieve? You mean she likes girls, too?"
"Of course, my dear, doesn't everyone?"
"Well, I don't know about that, but what about Genevieve? Where will you be while she's giving me a massage, Brenda?"
"Oh, I'll get lost for awhile. She has different tastes than mine. But don't be frightened. She won't harm you, at least not seriously, as long as you let her have her way."
Brenda got up and walked out to the swimming pool and dove in.
Tina watched her swim, strong and sure, to the other end. She lay back, staring at the ceiling, and wondering what strange sexual adventure was to befall her next in this unusual house.
CHAPTER TEN
Tina was still laying on the padded table in the sauna when Genevieve appeared at the door.
"Miss Powers, you may follow me now, please," she said. Genevieve was probably only about twenty five years old herself, Tina guessed. Dark hair, big, saucer like brown eyes, a slender figure but with a robust, outstanding pair of tits. They bulged out of her tight black uniform, pulling the buttons so that they almost made the material gap in front. big, saucer like brown eyes, a slender figure but with a robust, outstanding pair of tits. They bulged out of her tight black uniform, pulling the buttons so that they almost made the material gap in front.
She led Tina to a corner of the swimming pool area, and opened a metal door. They stepped into a little elevator, just big enough for two people, and rode upstairs in silence. Genevieve did not even look at her, but their shoulders touched, and she could smell the maid's light fragrance of cologne mixed with just the hint of perspiration. Her long dark hair was coiled up in a bun at the neck. She wore a starched, lace cap. Her skirt was just below the knees, revealing a perfect set of legs, gracefully curving and strong.
"Here we are, Miss Powers." They stepped out onto a thick gold carpet, in a large room with no windows. It looked like it might have been a gymnasium, except for the carpeting. There were pieces of exercise equipment around the room, and, in the middle, a large bed. Tina had never seen a room quite like it. But, then, she had never seen a house quite like this one, either.
"You may take a shower in there, Miss Powers, to wash away the rigors of the sauna, then please come back here and I shall give you a massage." Genevieve pointed to a small bath just off the gym bedroom.
"Thank you very much," Tina said, and went to refresh herself. The. shower felt good. Sharp needles of water on her skin awakened her once again and gave her a tingling glow of satisfaction and helped relax her tired, aching muscles.
She turned off the shower and stepped out, toweled off and looked at herself in the mirror. She'd worn a shower cap, so her hair was dry, and she used a comb and brush on the vanity to fix it. It fell into place beautifully. Long, lustrous blonde hair fell over her shoulders and wrapped her face in softness. "Now I even look good again," she said to herself. "And I feel great. Now to get a massage, and everything will be perfect."
She walked back into the other room and stopped dead in her tracks.
Genevieve was standing by the bed waiting. She'd combed out her hair, too. It hung down her back almost to her waist, and was draped around her shoulders and hung down thick and shining in the front.
She was nude. Her nipples peeked out through the dark hair like twin sentries, waiting to be relieved. She was standing almost at attention, too. Straight and tall, or at least as tall as her slight frame would allow, and one hand was clenched in a fist and planted on her hip. Her legs were spread apart and planted firmly on the floor.
In her other hand, she held a long, cylindrical, pinkish object that looked familiar to Tina. Only she'd never seen one detached from a man before.
Genevieve held an oversized vibrator . . . actually a motorized prick. It was shaped exactly like a cock, only it was much larger than anything Tina had ever seen before even Mr. Balton. It had a little black switch on the handle, where the maid held it.
"Come, Miss Powers, we are ready to administer your massage now."
"But what is that thing you have in your hand? What are you going to do with it? I thought you were just going to rub your hands over my aching muscles."
"I will do that, my dear, but your internal muscles need stimulation as well. When we give massages here, we think of the whole person."
"Just don't hurt me with that thing. That's all I ask." Tina walked slowly, a bit timidly, to the bed. The covers were pulled back and Tina loved the feel of the fresh, clean sheets cool and crisp and sweet smelling. She stretched and savored the sensations they gave her.
"Please lie on your stomach, Miss Powers," Genevieve said. She rolled over, and the maid walked to the side of the bed. Tina heard a soft, humming noise, and then felt a soothing vibration on her back. Genevieve had strapped another type of vibrator to the back of her hand, and was now running her palm over Tina's shoulders, down her spine, over her shoulders, down her arms, around and over her ass, down her legs even on the soles of her feet.
She felt marvelous. Every muscle in her body was coming to life again. Genevieve was a talented young woman, Tina thought.
Then, as the maid started working her way back up Tina's body once again with the vibrator, she felt Genevieve's other hand in the crack of her ass. First her fingers played lightly along the Great Divide between her twin, round halves. But soon that strayed down into the soft, warm furry nest where all of Tina's sensitive sex nerves were centered.
She pressed her whole hand between Tina's creamy smooth inner thighs, and ran her fingers through the downy blonde hairs that protected her cunt and the tender flesh of her crotch. Tina began to feel tingles of response rippling through her pussy, her ass and up into her loins.
Lovingly, with care and precision, Genevieve worked her hands and her fingers over Tina's body, caressing her ass cheeks, toying with her cuntlips, sliding her fingers along the sensitive flesh of her thighs.
"You have a body I love to massage, Miss Powers," Genevieve said.
"Thank you, Genevieve. But you can call me Tina."
"I'm sorry, but Mrs. Thompson prefers that I address her guests in a formal manner when I am providing my services."
"I see. Okay. But this is a pretty personal service."
"Nevertheless, those are my orders."
Tina didn't press the issue further. Whatever Brenda wanted, that was her business.
"You may turn over now," Genevieve said. Tina rolled over, exposing her mammoth tits, rolling and tossing lazily as she turned, and her wedge of soft, curly cunt hair. Her smooth, creamy white skin was radiant in the soft light of the room. She pulled one leg up at the knee, resting her foot flat on the sheets, and left the other stretched out straight. Her arms were out at an angle from her body, palms up, resting as though they had been tossed there by the wind.
Genevieve began to run her hand, with the vibrator strapped to the back of it, all over Tina's shoulders and down her arm. She feel the sweet, faint beginnings of fluid seeping from her cunt. Her pussy was starting to get wet again.
The maid moved to Tina's legs and softly trailed her humming fingers, sending thousands of minute vibrations through her flesh, over the calves, up along the thighs, and back down the inside. When she reached the soft flesh near Tina's crotch, Tina sensed a wave of warm pleasure seep up her back and flow through her tits, and down her back. It was like floating on a raft over soft, lazy ocean waves.
"Your breasts have been neglected, I'm afraid," Genevieve said. "It's time we gave them some attention, Miss Powers."
She let her humming fingers drop softly over the wide, round luscious boobs. Tina's tit flesh was smooth, pinkish white and bountiful. Genevieve's vibrator made it jiggle lightly and her fingers depressed the tender skin as she let them glide over the full, round orbs. Tina felt tremors of delight rush through her. It was a wonderful feeling. The vibrator made every tiny nerve in her big tits come alive. There was a soft resonance echoing through her tits that made her feel warm and wanted.
Tina opened her eyes for a moment and noticed that Genevieve's lips were parted. They were full, rich lips, sultry and full of fire. They were slightly moist and they glistened. Tina suddenly wanted them on her tits.
"Would you like to suck my tits, Genevieve?"
She thought she felt a tremble of excitement in the maid on hearing her words. Genevieve quickly closed her mouth, however, and the look of terrible yearning that had been there only a moment before was gone. She was all business once again.
"I'm sorry, Miss Powers. That is not one of my duties. I am only permitted to give massages, but I have some latitude in how I administer them. Mrs. Thompson is the only one permitted to apply oral stimulation. She has a special way she does it. It is called the Breakfast with Brenda Special. Sometimes she offers it in the evening, but that's what we call it anyway. You'll understand why later. Mrs. Thompson will be joining us shortly."
"I see," Tina replied. This was something new. She wondered what Brenda's special kind of tit licking consisted of.
Genevieve had not stopped her massaging of Tina's tits while she was talking. She was beginning to feel warm all over. A flushed feeling came into her cheeks and her tits felt like they might burst if someone did not suck them soon.
Just when that yearning began to take hold of Tina strongly, Genevieve slid her hand, still vibrating firmly but gently, down to Tina's cunt. The sudden shock of feeling the pulsating fingers roving through her cunt hair, massaging her whole crotch with loving thorougliness, was electric. Tina's ass jumped and jerked and she felt the mounting ache that only meant one thing. Her pussy needed to be probed and she wanted more and more and more fingering and massaging and any other stimulation Genevieve had to offer so that Tina could have another good come.
"I hope that I am giving you a satisfactory massage, Miss Powers."
"Ooooohhhh, yes, Genevieve, you are. Yes, yes, yes. Just massage my clit, darling, I mean Genevieve."
The maid was not as sadistic as Brenda. She did as she was told. She didn't hold off and make Tina beg for what she needed. Genevieve's practiced fingers went right to Tina's moist, pink clit and tenderly touched its resilient little head.
"Aaaaiiiieeee," Tina cried out suddenly. The vibrator sent a shrill ache of exquisite sweetness ripping through Tina's cunt. "Oooohhhh, Genevieve, that was fantastic." Her shoulders were trembling and the soft little padding of flesh across her tummy rippled and waved as the tremors went through her.
The maid gave Tina one more light touch with the humming middle finger, the vibrator sending out its message of pleasure on the back of her hand. Tina's ass bounded up once again, as though she had been touched with a cattle prod. Her tummy trembled with spasms of aching delight and her tits rolled and lazed about as she twisted and squirmed under the sweet agony of Genevieve's fingers.
"I believe you are approaching a critical stage in your massage, Miss Powers," Genevieve said. "Please excuse me for just a moment." She got up and went to a panel of buttons on the wall. She pushed one, then picked up an ivory telephone on the wall next to it.
"Mrs. Thompson, I believe Miss Powers is ready for your special treatment now." She replaced the telephone and returned to the bed, and resumed massaging Tina's crotch with the vibrating hand.
Up along her cuntlips, then just inside along the moist pink slippery walls of that beautiful pussy passage. Once, Genevieve slipped her middle finger all the way up into Tina's cunt, and Tina swooned and shoved her hips out to meet the maid's probing thrust.
Genevieve halted her massage as Brenda came into the room. She was nude, as before, her bouncing tits and gently swaying hips a real turn on for Tina as the hostess came across the room. She carried a little wicker basket, lined with a white napkin, and Tina could see that there were several little jars in it. Also a rubber spatula, like you use to scrape out cake batter from a mixing bowl. Tina wondered what in the world Brenda had in mind for her now.
"Hello again, my darling," Brenda said, running her hand across Tina's gently heaving tits. "My you look as though Genevieve has been giving you a very good massage."
"Her hands feel very good," Tina replied quietly.
"She's really only begun, you know, and so have I. You still have not had your internal massage, and I have been waiting to give your tits my Breakfast with Brenda Special. I assume Genevieve told you about that."
"She only told me the name of what you do, but she didn't tell me what happens."
"No, my dear," Brenda said. "She has been instructed not to reveal that until I arrive."
"And she also told me she was not allowed to suck my tits. I needed them sucked so badly, Brenda, I thought they'd burst. I was so full of need."
"I know, my dear, but that is where I come in. You'll be taken care of very well now, I assure you. Genevieve and I will give you something very, very interesting and exciting. Now just relax and close your eyes and we'll continue."
Tina tried to just let go and allow her body to be calm, but it was impossible. The thought of what was to come, and the wonderful touch of Genevieve's hands still lingering in her mind, refused to allow Tina to relax. Her nerves were tensed and jangling as Brenda went to her little wicker basket. Tina kept her eyes closed, but she could hear the clink of glass jars and the rattling of silverware.
Then she felt a warm sensation spreading all over her left tit. At first she thought it was inside her, but no one was touching her and she knew it couldn't be her libido taking over. She realized it was something that Brenda was pouring over her.
Tina opened her eyes and saw her luscious mound of tit covered with an amber, oozing liquid. It ran down from the peak, around her erect, hard nipple, over the large, pink areola, and in little rivers down the full, crested massiveness of her tit flesh. It began to run in a tiny stream down between her tits to her navel and across her tummy.
Then she saw the label on the bottle Brenda held above her! Bradley's Pure Vermont Maple Syrup. Brenda was covering her tit with maple syrup, for God's sake! Now Tina began to get the picture. That's why she called her special treatment Breakfast With Brenda!
"Do you recognize this, darling?" she said. "This is why I come to Ed's Scooper Wooper Soopermarket. You carry the best brand of tit sucking maple syrup in town."
Tina was astonished. She'd seen a lot of strange things in this house, but this was even more than she could have ever imagined.
Then Brenda went back to the basket and brought out a quarter pound of Balton's Best Oleomargarine. Tina recognized it as one of Mr. Balton's private label brands. But she never thought she'd see any of it in quite these circumstances.
The margarine was soft, and Brenda peeled back the wrapper, much like she remembered Bill Evert peeling back his foreskin, and touched the tip of the yellow bar to Tina's hot right nipple. Brenda covered the whole shimmering mound, bathing it in rich, glistening yellow. It shimmered like a ball of gold.
Genevieve sat at the end of the bed, watching the whole thing with eyes full of lustful desire. She knew the maid wanted to taste her sweet tits, and she would have loved to let her, but they both knew it was not to be. Tits were Brenda's, and no one could change that.
Brenda returned from the basket once again. In her hand was a jar of imported jelly. Tina knew that it was expensive. Mr. Balton carried it in his Imported Delicacies Department. She spooned out a heaping tablespoon of Bilotti's Delicious Grape Jelly, and shook it onto Tina's right nipple. Then she took the rubber spatula and began spreading it all over, on top of the oleo layer.
"We're going to make your delicious tits into the best breakfast a girl ever had," Brenda purred. Her face was alight. She was obviously thinking about devouring this sticky, oozing mixture by licking Tina clean. Her hands were trembling slightly as she put the jelly back in the basket.
Brenda wiped off her hands on the napkin, then nodded silently, almost imperceptibly to Genevieve. She came to Tina and began to lick the syrup and the melted oleo from where it had run down Tina's stomach.
Smoothly, delicately, Brenda licked the sticky, oozing sweetness from Tina's soft flesh in short, tender flicks of the tongue. She moved slowly, sensuously, as though trying to prolong the ecstasy, savoring the delicious taste of her breakfast delights as well as Tina's lovely body.
Tina was alive with wonder and excitement as Brenda went about her work. Her tits felt slippery, and warm, and smooth under the coatings of syrup and jam and oleo, and Brenda's tongue, gently cleaning it off, little by little, set her fires burning.
She did not hear Genevieve, nor see her, since her eyes were closed once again, drinking in all the pleasant sensations. The maid moved to the foot of the bed, and crawled up to Tina's widespread, wet cunt. She began lubricating it by slipping her middle finger way up inside that sweet pussy and rotating it, mixing Tina's abundant cunt juice over and around the lips and hair of her opening.
Tina thought she was only going to massage her cunt some more, as she had done earlier, while Brenda sucked and licked her tits. But she had forgotten the outsized artificial prick vibrator that Genevieve had been holding when she came out of the shower. The maid was greasing that up with the leftover oleo now, out of sight behind Brenda. Its full eighteen inches shone like polished marble as the oleo went on. It was about three full inches around, and resembled a Little League baseball bat in both length and girth. It did, however, have a great deal of springiness to it, giving it an air of genuine horniness and humanity. It was not unlike a cock that Paul Bunyan might have boasted.
"Oooooohhhh, you're doing so many nice things to me, Brenda," Tina sighed. Brenda was licking harder now, lapping up the jelly from her right tit, sucking little sweet, soft sucks on her erect nipple, then swinging over for a few laps of Bradley's Pure Vermont Maple Syrup.
Genevieve had the giant sized artificial cock lathered with oleo, and, holding it in one hand, used the other to spread open Tina's cunt. She inverted her hand, holding it above the pussy, resting it in the soft hair, and used her thumb and index finger to pull back the flapping, soft pink lips. Tina's yawning, juice covered cunt opened wide, inviting Genevieve to do it with it as she wished.
Genevieve refrained from turning on the vibrator until it was firmly planted inside Tina's body. It would be a struggle to get it all in, she was sure of that, and she did not want to contend with the heavy vibrations of a 10 battery dildo until it was firmly imbedded in her young subject.
She grasped the big cock firmly in her right hand and placed its mammoth head on Tina's wet cunt. It was so big it barely fit the opening.
With a firm but careful shove, she guided it inside. It was a snug fit, but it was in. Tina jumped and struggled, as Genevieve knew she would. She leaned across Tina's legs to control her as she continued to pour the prick to her. With another, mightier shove, the maid rammed about eight more inches of the springy, resilient vibrator up Tina's bulging pussy.
"Jeeesssuuusss! What are you doing to me?" Tina screamed and lurched, flopping a tit across Brenda's busy face, smearing syrup on the hostess's cheek and splashing bits of grape jelly onto her eyelashes. Tina's ass was writhing and heaving and trying to get away from the huge hunk of artificial cock slowing easing into her. Her cuntlips were pushed out like they were swallowing an alligator, stretched to the breaking point.
"You can't put that thing up me!" she screamed. "You can't! What do you think I am, an Amazon? Take it out, please, take it out!"
Genevieve had only about six more inches to go, and she added another bit of oleo, Balton's Best brand around the entrance of Tina's cunt. The fit was so tight that her lips tended to scrape the oleo off the gigantic dildo as it went in. Genevieve wanted to give it enough grease to ride smoothly the rest of the way.
With a hearty shove at the end of the contraption, she sent the remaining six inches hurtling up Tina's juicy cunt and had just enough left outside so that she could get to the on off switch. It was all in.
Brenda was moving faster, lapping all over Tina's tits, taking more of the breakfast goop from her shaking, nervous mounds. It was a big job, though, and more than half of the syrup, jelly and oleo still remained.
"How is the fit, Miss Powers?" Genevieve asked.
"It's enormous, and it's packed so tight in there I don't think I can move. I never dreamed I could take it all."
"Remember what I told you before," Brenda said. "Your cunt will stretch a mile before it will tear an inch."
"It is stretched a mile," Tina said.
"But there are no tears, Miss Powers," Genevieve said. "I know my eyes are only two inches from your cunt."
Tina was on fire. Her cunt ached and throbbed. She thought she might pass out again, like she had with Ed Balton, if Genevieve ever tried to move that thing around, or even jar it, while it lounged inside her loins and packed tight cunt.
That's when Genevieve turned the "on" button and the vibrator inside the big prick came to life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tina thought she would go insane.
Genevieve's vibrating prick, sending out shock waves like a giant electric pole, was packed tightly inside her from her pussy to her lungs, it seemed. It reached out with its incredible, incessant pounding to every tissue of her lovely body.
Tina could not stand it. Everything . . . every moveable part of her . . . was jumping and waving and flailing and screaming. She strained and grunted and cried and begged for help. It was a thousand times more stimulating than any cock she had ever had.
It reached into her very soul and set it afire with lust. It made her cunt feel like it was being screwed by every stud she had ever secretly wanted to fuck. It was absolutely, without question, the most erotically stimulating force ever devised by man, Tina was sure of that.
And she loved it.
She felt the top of her head would come flying off when she came this time. Brenda was feverishly sucking her tits while the vibrating prick churned her cunt into oblivion.
Brenda finished licking the jelly and the oleo and the Bradley's Vermont Syrup, and started sucking as hard as she could on Tina's nipples.
"Nnnooowww," she shrieked. "Oooooohhh, I'm coommmiiinnnggg!"
Then she passed out. Her body went limp, jerking in little spasms, but she was unaware of anything going on around her.
Brenda stopped licking. Genevieve turned off the vibrator. Both of them stood up and gazed down at Tina's gorgeous, superbly developed body sprawled out before them. The vibrator handle protruded about two inches from her cuntlips. Both were admiring the sweet look of innocence on Tina's face as she rested from her ordeal. Her body glistened with Brenda's saliva and the cunt juice that had run out of her onto her legs and pussy hair.
"Strong little cunt," Brenda said.
"You bet your ass," Genevieve agreed. "Beautiful piece of ass."
Then Genevieve carefully removed the giant vibrating cock from Tina's pussy. It slid out smoothly on a stream of sticky, white fluid from deep inside, and made a soft, "plop" as it finally made its exit.
Brenda was seated on a cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room. Genevieve went to her. Brenda's legs were up over the arms, leaving her cunt open and hungry.
"Give it to me good today, darling," she said.
And Genevieve shoved the huge cock, already turned on and vibrating, all the way up Brenda's cunt in one easy motion. Then she began shoving it back and forth inside the hostess as Brenda rocked back and forth in the chair.
She went into an incredible series of wild, crazy, jerking motions and finally bellowed: "Kiss me, darling."
Genevieve jumped to Brenda's arms, the cock still dangling from the hostess' cunt, and stuck her tongue into Brenda's mouth. Brenda wrapped her legs around the maid, squeezing tightly, and rocking hard in the chair. The vibrator went right on vibrating, and Brenda came long and hard and left a puddle of come on the velvet cushion.
She settled back to normal quickly, gently shoving Genevieve away.
"Nice job, darling," she said. "I really felt that one today. I guess it was our young friend over here. She got me sky high."
They both went back to Tina, who was moving faintly, coming out of her daze. Her body ached. Every nerve, every muscle, every bone ached.
"We'll have a drink now, Tina, and then get you washed up for your next beauty treatment," Brenda said.
"No," Tina said. "I've enjoyed everything you've done for me, Brenda, and Genevieve. But I couldn't even think about coming again now. I've gotten off so many times, and you've worked over my cunt so much, I must go home now and sleep. I'm sure we'll be able to get together again sometime, though."
"As you wish, my dear," Brenda said, disappointed that Tina would not be staying the rest of the week.
Tina dressed slowly, her pussy screaming out its message of satiated lust with every move she made. She kissed Brenda and Genevieve goodbye and went out to her car.
She didn't know how she could ever thank these two enough for the experience they'd given her. As she drove home, she thought about it. Then the idea came to her.
Tina's parents were planning a trip to Bermuda over the Labor Day weekend. Why not have a party and invite all the people she had fucked over the summer and maybe a few more girls she hadn't just to even things up a bit? That would be fun, and would give her a chance to thank them for making this the "Summer of Her Content".
The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea. And the die was cast. She'd plan it for three days, if anyone could last that long.
She would use some of the money she had saved to buy a car, and Mr. Balton would give her a discount, she was sure, on soda, and potato chips, and things of that nature.
When she got home, she went straight to bed. No one was there, and she needed rest. She slept for ten hours.
She went back to work the next day, to the surprise of Mr. Balton, who was only too glad to see her. She had to tell him she had her period in order to keep his hands out of her sore and tender crotch.
"I'm going to have a masquerade party over the Labor Day weekend, Mr. Balton, and you're invited," she said. "In fact, you'll be my very special guest, if you know what I mean. My parents won't be home, so dress in something crazy."
"Oh, really, Tina? That sounds great. Count me in."
She asked Howie and Bill and Sherry and they thought it was a great idea. Howie wanted to know if he could come as Adam and Tina as Eve. They all said they'd be there.
Tina would have invited Ron Tyner, of course, but she remembered him telling her that he had to go to Alaska on Labor Day to get a story about a supermarket that sold whale blubber. Strange guy, but not a bad fuck, she thought.
That night, she called Brenda and told her of her plans, and invited both her and Genevieve. She didn't think they'd come, but then added that she was inviting three girl friends who had just graduated with her.
"Count on us," Brenda said immediately. "We'll be there."
Tina thought that might help Brenda make up her mind, and of course, it did.
Labor Day was only three days away, and it was a big weekend at the store, except that Mr. Balton never worked holidays himself, and he had a lot of part time help come in and let the regular employees have the time off as a sort of summer's end bonus. She knew that when she planned the party.
The party started at 8 o'clock Friday night, and Howie and Bill rushed home to get their costumes on right after work. So did all the others. None of them had told anyone else what they intended to wear.
Tina wondered if Howie really would come as Adam. She hoped that if he did, he'd wear a fig leaf, at least. I love to eat fig leaves, she thought. The idea struck her funny, and she laughed to herself as she hurried around, stringing up crepe paper and putting out bowls of chips and dip.
She also smiled to herself when she realized that no one else but herself knew the secret of her guest list. She had fucked, sucked or been eaten by every person on it, with the exception of Terry Ralston, Jenny Wharton and Cindy Carter, the three friends she had invited to help provide more fuckable females. And, of course, Sherry, who was only a co sucker.
It would be fun to watch the reaction of Howie and Bill and Ed and Brenda and Genevieve as the party went along.
Tina was dressed as Jane in the Tarzan movies. She had a skimpy piece of old sheet, dyed brown and torn at the edges, pinned at the shoulder and in the back. She wore no bra and had only bikinis underneath. Her feet were bare, and her hair was pulled up and tied on top, like the upsweep hairdo of the '40s. Her tits were pushing the sheet out obscenely and her nipples, of course, left nothing to the imagination. They stuck out like a pair of those "Executive Pacifiers" that Mr. Balton had picked up at the grocer's convention in Kansas City. He kept them tied like a pair of baby booties over the desk lamp in the office, and usually tapped them with his pencil when she walked by.
The doorbell rang and Tina's heart skipped. The first guest! Who could it be and what will he or she be wearing? She walked to the door and opened it. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was Bill Evert and he was dressed like a bumblebee! Not just any bumblebee, but with a realistic, big round, paper mache body, with bright yellow and black stripes, and paper wings coming out behind him, and a silly old aviator type helmet on, painted yellow, with antennae coming out of it. He had on black stockings, and a black, long sleeved cotton shirt. Only his hands and a round hole where his face stuck out were uncovered.
"Bzzzzzz. This the Powers hive? Come to deliver my honey, honey."
"Oh, Bill, you're crazy," Tina said, laughing her head off. "Where did you ever get that outlandish costume?
"Friend of mine in San Fran sent it to me. Somebody was about to throw it off the bridge and he rescued the poor thing."
"Come on in and have a drink. Do bees drink?"
"Just nectar, sweetheart. Got any of that to spare?"
Tina was afraid Bill might get into the sauce a bit too much and try to buzz some of the girls, so she decided to give him a lemonade to start. He'd have plenty of time for the hard stuff later.
The bell rang again. This time it was Howie Cline. He was standing there in a tight fitting blue cotton out fit, a broad red belt around his waist, a red diamond shaped emblem on his chest with a large "H" in it, and a red cape around his shoulders. He wore red boots.
"Super Howie at your service, ma'am," he said, a wide grin on his face.
"Come on in and join the bumblebee," Tina laughed.
Howie didn't wait for an invitation. He took the bourbon Tina had kept from Bill, who was sitting in the corner, tugging at the seat of his big, round, bumblebee body. He had already knocked over a lamp as he sat down, and he was being careful, or trying to be, when he turned around. This time, as he looked to see who was arriving, his wings hit another lamp, and he said, "Oh, shit, why didn't I come as lion, or something easy."
Tina's mind flashed back to Ron Tyner and couldn't help thinking how much he'd love that. He could roar all night long and no one would ever guess that he was getting his rocks off.
The other guests began arriving one after another in fast succession. Ed Balton came as his own late Uncle Harry, who had been arrested, before he died, 37 times for flashing. He wore a long, gray overcoat and a broad brimmed gray felt hat. Tina made him promise he'd keep his overcoat buttoned tightly. "I will," Ed said. "At least until we're all gassed, then it won't matter."
Sherry was dressed as Miss America 1990. She wore a pink, almost flesh colored bikini that hid absolutely nothing. Her ample tits rolled out of her halter, and the nipples protruded, hard and prominent. Little wisps of cunt hair peeked up over the top of her bikini pants. Tina hoped Bill didn't try to fuck her before he got his bumblebee costume off.
Terry and Jenny and Cindy all came together. They were dressed as identical triplets, all with short blonde hair, and carried baby bottles. They had on tight little diapers, pinned on both sides, and nothing up above. That is, their tits were nude, but they wore light pharmacy jackets to prevent cops from stopping them on the way to the party. They took them off when they got inside.
"Why didn't somebody tell me?" Bill said. He had a hard-on inside his bumblebee costume, and it was doubled up against his belly, scraping against the papier mache. He could hardly move, he was sweating his head off, and now the room was filling up with half dressed cunt. He felt like he was being tortured for past sins.
But the biggest smash was made by Brenda and Genevieve when they arrived. Tina answered the bell and saw Genevieve, in her maid's outfit, standing there in the darkness that had now set in, holding the reins of a small white pony. Sitting astride the pony, riding side saddle, was Brenda Thompson, wearing a long, flowing platinum blonde wig and nothing else! Genevieve walked the pony straight into the living room, over Tina's futile protests, and Brenda dismounted gracefully.
"It's sooooo nice to be here, darling," she said. "Hello, everyone, I'm Brenda Thompson, and I want to make sure everyone has a good time." She walked around the room, gave each girl a soft kiss on the cheek, and every guy a hard squeeze of the balls. It was a sadistic, angry squeeze, but Ed Balton loved it. Brenda would regret it later. He would make her the object of his unrequited love. Genevieve took the pony outside.
Everyone helped themselves to the booze and chips and began enjoying each other's company, listening to music and getting acquainted. Tiny couldn't help feeling good about the way things were going. No trouble. No drunks. No wild groping for Brenda, or Sherry, or the other girls, or herself. At least, not yet.
"I'm getting sick of this shit," came the cry from the corner, just as Tina thought her party was going to be a smash. "Somebody help me get this fucking thing off." The words were a little slurry, and full of frustration.
Bill was trying desperately to squeeze out of the big, round ball he'd somehow managed to wiggle into in order to be a bumblebee. But now he was uncomfortable, and horny and stuck. Howie and Ed and the girls tried to pry him out, but nothing they did seemed to work.
"How in hell did you get into it in the first place?" Howie asked.
"Who the fuck knows?" Bill wailed. "My landlady helped me. She must have fucked it up in back there somewhere. I feel like my balls are glued to the goddamned thing."
Everyone tried hard to help him out of it, but finally gave up, and Bill fixed himself another drink. As the crowd around him broke up, they were a little surprised to find Brenda sprawled out on the couch with Sherry, kissing her ardently. Genevieve sat next to them, stroking Sherry's hair. Brenda had Sherry's bikini top off, and her hand was inside the bottom part of the suit, fingering her clit. Sherry was moaning softly, and her hips were swiveling in an ever widening arc.
"Looks like the party is beginning to liven up at last," Ed said. He went to Brenda and tried to stick his cock in her ear as she hovered over Sherry. Brenda shoved him away.
Chagrined, he turned to the triplets, Terry and Jenny and Cindy and did one of his uncle's famous flashes. It worked. When the young girls saw his economy sized cock, they went to him like housewives grabbing up one of his specials. They ended up sprawled on the floor in the dining room. Terry began sucking his cock, Jenny was running her tongue over his belly and down under his cock to lather his balls, and Cindy shoved her tongue in his mouth. Ed was so hot he could hardly stand it. His cock was pounding and hard and stuck up thick and bulging into Terry's wide open mouth.
Howie was stripping off his Super H suit faster than the speed of light, and Tina was his target, his damsel in distress. She was ready for him. After all, he was the first taste of sex she'd ever had. It seemed so long ago somehow, she thought. But it had only been a few weeks since, earlier in the summer, he had taken her so lustily in the employees' lounge.
He came to her, naked and hard and ready. She slipped off her Jane sheet and welcomed him into her arms. Their bodies met, standing in the middle of the living room, and she rubbed against him, soft and warm and urgently needing him.
Their lips met and he held her firmly as their tongues intertwined, and all the memories of their first kiss came flooding back. She caressed his neck and rubbed her soft pussy against the stiff cock pushing against her crotch. Her leg went higher up and around his back, her other still planted firmly on the floor. Her juices were flowing now, and she wanted him to fuck her quickly. She wanted his prick gliding up into her hard and far and fast.
"I'm ready, darling," she murmured. "Take me again, the way you took me the first time. I want your cock!"
He grabbed her ass cheeks firmly in his hands, cupping them under her, and picked her up from the floor. She grasped him tightly around the neck and pressed her tits into his chest. Her legs both were wrapped around his hips now, and he walked into the bedroom off the kitchen and laid her on the bed.
Without a word, he climbed astride her, slipped his hard, bulging cock into her wet pussy and began to rock into her fast just the way she wanted it.
"Don't spare me tonight," she whined. "Shove it into me like you wanted to break it off!"
He plowed the meat to her faster and faster, harder and harder, shoving his engorged prick up and up and up, straining to reach that bell that would ring for them both and release them in a shower of spurting come.
It didn't take long. They were both too hot and too horny to hold out long. Tina's body began to quake, and her cunt opened up in a wide yawn and she lifted her hips to meet him, straining to take all of his big prick into her.
"Give it to me, baby!" she cried. And he shot his load into her once again, filling her with creamy white come as she screamed.
He stroked and stroked, squeezing every last ounce of satisfaction from Tina's beautiful body, and giving her all she needed and wanted, before they finally rested and kissed and caressed. His hands roved over her warm body and she touched him everywhere. She kissed his balls and licked his cock, sucking off all the creamy juices he had just shot when he dropped his load, and squeezing his meaty thick cock.
"You were my first lover, darling, and you are still the best," she said.
"And you are the most beautiful piece of ass in the world," Howie said lovingly. "I could fuck you every single day and never get enough."
They lounged together until they felt they had to return to the party. When they got back to the living room, it seemed like a Roman orgy. Everyone was fucking someone or sucking someone or had a finger in someone's cunt or asshole. Only Bill still sat watching, unable to get out of his bumblebee suit. He had, however, managed to rip a hole in the crotch, right where the bee's stinger would ordinarily be, and his balls and cock hung out. But the body of the suit was very big around and made it impossible for him to fuck. His bee belly got in the way. He couldn't get his cock within two feet of a cunt.
He was nice and hard, though, Tina noticed and he was playing with himself slowly, easing his hand up and down on his throbbing prick. He'd had a few drinks, and was obviously feeling sorry about what had happened to him. Tina heard him mumbling to himself, "Nobody gives a shit about an ol' bumblebee." She felt she should suck him off or do something to make him feel at home.
At just about the same time, Terry Ralston spotted Bill, too. Apparently she'd had enough of Ed Balton's prick, so she dropped him and went to Bill and eased her mouth over his red hard cock. It was like someone had just turned on the sunshine.
Bill came to life and grasped Terry's head and pulled her to his crotch. "I knew somebody cared," he yelled. Terry worked on him feverishly, sucking him in long, even strokes, playing with his balls, and licking the head of his prick until he gushed forth in a shower of white come that hit her in the nose before she got his cock firmly into her mouth. She licked the come from her face and sucked him dry as he finished his drink.
"Hey, what's this?" Howie said. He picked up a package from the bookcase by the front door.
Tina walked to him, her tits jiggling, her hips swaying seductively, and he took one of the boobs in his hand as she took the package.
"I got this in the mail today," she said. "I was so busy getting ready for the party, I didn't get a chance to open it."
"Go ahead," he urged. "Let's see what you got. Maybe somebody sent you a party gift."
There was no return address, but the postmark was Los Angeles. What could it be? Tina was as curious now as Howie. She tore off the wrapper and took out a magazine. It was a skin magazine, and on the cover there was some writing.
It said: "See page 46."
Tina turned to the page and there, under a headline, "The Girl Around the Corner," were photos of several amateur models, all bare assed and spread across beds, sitting on toilets, shoving cigarettes up their cunts and licking cream from their lips.
Right in the middle of the page was a photo of Tina, her legs up n the air, spread wide apart, a big smile on her face!
"Hey, how about that!" Howie exclaimed. "What a shot! Hey, Tina, who took it? Huh?"
Tina didn't answer. Her mind was back at the Tiptoe Motel. So, she mused, Ron Tyner had made it to the party after all!
