The popular news media recently ballyhooed the story of a 77-year-old heiress who had announced her engagement to a 28-year-old man. The little story was smirkingly told, and it was followed up a week or two later by the tale told by a man of thirty-eight, who had been the previous fiance of the septuagenarian dowager. Her jilted fiance stated to the press that he enjoyed the three-thousand-dollar monthly allowance she gave him, and had looked forward to marrying her until a petty argument had separated them. Her current fiance more gallantly stated that he saw nothing wrong with an alliance that was built upon a love which had no regard for years. And the dowager, wise though very human woman that she was, had no comment at all to make on either of her marital engagements. All she did was to enjoy, past and present and, hopefully, future.
She is worth several millions of dollars. I am not. You are not. The author of this book is not. If the rich woman chooses, she can make an outright purchase of what Tennessee Williams so poignantly called The Sweet Bird of Youth. But so can you. So can I. We can purchase this little book, and through the magic of the author's imagination we can vicariously know the rather forbidden pleasures stemming from the romantic alliance of the older female and the younger male. We pay a smaller price for this knowledge than anyone does who is involved in a real life May-December romance, and because our author writes in an extremely frank and forthright manner, we know this life far more intimately than we could if we were reading of it in a newspaper account.
And what are those rather forbidden pleasures whereof we speak? What appeal can there possibly be in observing the coupling of the wrinkled crone and the beardless youth? Is it in the contrast between the older woman's graying hair and sagging breasts and flaccid thighs, and the youth's clear eyes and firm muscles and constant energy? No, we think not. The appeal between beauty and the beast is only a morbid appeal, and there is nothing morbid about this book. In this book our author has rightly chosen to ignore the physical faults found in a woman approaching forty years of age and to strengthen her mental qualities. An old saying goes that the brain is the most erogenous zone in the human body, and knowing this, our author has presented his heroine in a most erogenous light indeed. She is no genius, no superbrain, just an ordinary woman who has learned from forty years of living. She has learned, in the vernacular, what turns people on, and such middle-aged knowledge is of course best employed on the young, the innocent.
It is a very basic fantasy that a supersex star will come along uninvited and lead us into pleasures that we had hardly dreamed of. Such a fantasy in real life comes but rarely, and when it does, it comes in the form of the older woman with the impressionable youth.
While this fantasy is the theme of our author's work, it is far from the only fantasy existing in these pages. Fetishism, troilism, female homosexuality, bondage, voyeurism-at sonic pace, our author takes up ripping through them all, and still manages to tie the package up in a suspenseful story of failure and success.
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CHAPTER ONE
Jimmy's prick had been so stiff for so long that it hurt, but that ache was forgotten entirely as he gazed at the two full moons of the woman's tits. They were so big! And they were so white and soft-looking, with generously big nipples that seemed to be staring back at him as he moved forward through the little diner in a daze. He had drawn terribly crude pictures of dozens of tits and he'd seen color photographs of some, but this was reality and as such it was far more beautiful than he'd imagined it could be. They were old tits, dragged down by their own weight, marked with pale blue veins, but to him they were the sexiest tits in the whole world. The heck of it was, he had told her a typical fourteen-year-old's lie-that he was an artist-and as soon as he had to draw a picture of those two big lovelies, she'd find out the truth and throw him out of her diner and into the gutter.
As for Anita, she was enjoying Jimmy's gaze as much as he was digging looking at her. Those casual fucks she'd had in the past year and a half when she was starting her struggling business had been extremely casual ones. There had been only half a dozen or so, but none of the men had even undressed her all the way. All they'd done was kiss her a few times, help her off with her panties, and then put their big cocks in her cunt and fuck it as fast as they could till they creamed. She'd enjoyed it, of course. It was better than nothing, and somewhat better than masturbating. But the totally avid gaze of this beardless youth was doing more than most of those cocks had done for her, and she'd only just begun with this boy she'd impulsively picked up on the bus to work. By going along with his flattering tale of being an artist, she'd lured him to her shabby little diner. Now, by baring her breasts to him, she'd committed herself to going just as far as she could with him, and the morning's business be damned. She was fully prepared to leave the CLOSED sign up all day if it took that long to fuck him.
She led him on into her back room. She did not turn on the overhead light. The dimness would help conceal how dingy the room was, but more important, it would hide the signs of age on her face and body. Just placing her hand on the small of his back and leading him through the door was a thrill to her. He didn't seem to notice the cases of mustard and catsup lining the walls. Her bright smile helped her bare tits in keeping him totally interested in her alone, and not his surroundings. As she led him toward the cot, she tried to conceal her nervousness.
"How would you like me to pose, Jim? Lying down naked on the couch? Sketches of me from the waist up? You could do some interesting sketches of me, even though I'm not young and beautiful any more."
"I think you're beautiful," he murmured.
"You're sweet to say that," she said, and thrilled anew at the touch of his cheek to her lips, and felt wonderfully giddy and sexy in squeezing his slender waist.
"I mean it," he insisted, breathing quite heavily now. "I think you're beautiful, Mrs ... Miss...?"
Miss....?
She laughed and hugged him closer. "My name is Anita, Jim, and I'm not married any more. Come. Sit down on the bed with me. Let's talk a little before you get to work on me. Artist and model really should get to know each other before they work together well."
They sat side by side on the sagging cot, closer than they'd been on the bus seat. He still looked scared to death of her, but he couldn't stop darting glances down at her naked breasts thrusting out of her opened uniform, and so Anita was emboldened to slip her hand up under his shirt and feel the smooth firmness of his very warm back.
"Do you just work in pencil, Jim," she said, "or have you worked with oils as well?"
"Uh-h-h-h, just pencil." As long as they just talked about it, as long as he didn't have to actually try to draw her picture, he could go on looking at her tits for a long time. The trouble was, he couldn't find anything to say, not with her tits sticking out like that and her hand suffusing electric warmth through his spine.
"Ever sculpted? she asked. "Huh?"
"Worked with clay. Worked with your hands. Like this."
Both his hands were clutching the notebook in his lap. She had to have one of them on her-quickly-or she'd go right out of her mind. She picked one up and kissed it and placed it upon her right breast, and its trembling touch was such that she was hard pressed to keep from ripping his clothes off and raping him on the spot.
"You have nice hands, Jimmy," she murmured. "Don't be afraid to touch me. Sculptors are supposed to touch their models, and you do have the hands of a sculptor. Here. Let's get this notebook out of the way so you can use both your hands on me, dear. That's right," she said, and drew it aside, and it was difficult to say which thrilled her the most then, the touch of both his hands on her breasts, or the sight of that small but prominent bulge in the front of his pants.
She moved her hand on his leg, patting, clutching, while he became completely absorbed in fondling and caressing her breasts. He was breathing quite heavily and his hands were still trembling as they passed over soft, milk-white flesh and stiff, pinkish brown nipples. Anita's smile twitched with anticipation of ever growing intimacies with this boy who had such fascination for breasts.
"Do you think they're good enough for you to sculpt, Jimmy?"
"They're beautiful! Just beautiful! And they feel so nice!"
"How did I ever find a sweet boy like you?" She squeezed his waist and kissed his ear. She snuggled closer to him and turned to give him better access to her breasts, and he kept right on feeling her up. She had him hooked. If she didn't go too fast, she could do anything she wanted with him. But was it worth the risk...?
"Wait a moment, Jimmy. Let me just slip this dress down over my shoulders and get out of this old brassiere so you can get at what you're going to work with better. There," she said, when she'd completely bared herself to the waist and he was gazing at her through glazed eyes. "Do you like what you see? Do you think I'll do?"
"You have the most beautiful tits in the world," he said in reverently awed tones.
"Mm-mm-m," she purred, lifting them and fondling them herself before his adoring gaze, appreciating her bountiful assets for the first time in a long time. "The most beautiful tits in the world. That's nice for a woman to hear. They're not too big?"
"No. Oh, no-o-o-o."
"My beautiful big tits," she said, further hypnotizing him with her soft manipulations of the big pendant globes. He stared on, licking his lips and looking very troubled, and rubbing his hands nervously over his thighs. "So nice and soft. Just made for touching. Made for kissing and sucking on, too. My ex-husband used to love to kiss my beautiful big tits when we were first married."
"He did?" The boy's voice cracked as he said it.
Anita nodded solemnly, reflectively. "He used to love to play with my tits," she said, and cradled them in the crook of her forearm while she used just one hand to fondle them. Her other hand crept down toward the boy's loins as she said, "Would you like to play with them some more, Jim?"
He nodded rapidly, and she said, "What's wring? Cat got your tongue? Let's see if you've still got one, Jimmy. Show me your tongue. Let me see it, honey-on my tits."
The boy came quickly forward with his tongue thrusting out, and Anita lifted her breast to meet him. Her other hand slid down between his legs and found his prick just as his tongue stabbed against her nipple.
It was a double-barreled thrill she felt right down in her guts. His mouth was sucking strongly already, infusing her big nipple with startling sensitivity. And his prick, though small, was by far the hardest one she'd ever touched in her life!
He squirmed about and it slipped out of her fingers. His young face was so sweet and beautiful there at her big old breast that she was constrained to clasp his sunken cheeks in her hands and kiss his brow before reaching back for that wonderfully stiff prick of his.
Again he squirmed away, and Anita said, "Don't do that. If I'm going to let you suck my tits, you're going to let me feel, of you. Open your legs. Ah-h-h, there it is. Ooo-o-o-o, is it always this stiff and nice? And your mouth ... you darling boy, you certainly took to titty-sucking in a hurry. Mmm-mm. I'm so glad you came to see me so soon." She was getting so hot she could hardly hold still, but she maintained her outer calm, just as she maintained her hold on his prick now that she'd got it again.
"You suck me so nice," she said. "You act as if you enjoy it. Mm-mm. I know I do. But I have two tits, you know, and this one's getting jealous."
He was at the other one at once, with both hands, his lips and his tongue. The sensitivity leapt into that nipple, and the other one felt so cold and lonely that Anita had to massage and pull at it with her fingers. She still had hold of his prick, and now he made no signs of trying to withdraw it from her grasp. It felt hotter and harder than ever somehow, and she was aching to see the lovely thing, to feel it in her. She'd never had a virgin in her life, and she wanted this one with all her heart and soul.
"Let's get comfortable, Jimmy. Let's get some of these clothes off," she said, and at last released her hold on his prick to grope for the tab of his zipper.
Now he squirmed about again, embarrassed at the thought of being even partially naked in front of her, but too engrossed by the warm flesh in his mouth to really move away. She kept up her groping, breathing even faster and almost desperate now to get at him, and on the verge of losing her carefully maintained control.
"Hold still, honey. I just want to open your pants a little. God, your mouth feels so good I can't stand it. What a lovely little tit-sucker you are. You've got my puss...." She was going to say something truly crude and obscene, but she stopped just in time. She yearned to utter the foulest words to him and lead him on into the wildest sort of sexual embraces, but what she didn't want to do was frighten him off with this overwhelming lust that was so new to her. "You've got my poor old titties all wet with your kisses and still wanting more. Bite 'em just a little, honey. Nip my nipple with your teeth and ... OH!"
He was immediately facing her, panic-stricken. "Did I hurt you? Did I? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Hurt her? Certainly there'd been some pain, but when he'd bitten her nipple like that she'd very nearly had a minor orgasm. "Darling, you didn't hurt me at all!" she said, embracing him to her naked bosom, kissing the hot wet mouth that had treated her breasts to such vast thrills, and trying to regain some portion of her reeling senses so she could lead him on to more, much more of this forbidden ecstasy. His mouth and his hands on her were clumsy, inept, but even this clumsiness was adding to Anita's giddy pleasures. She knew she'd have herself a wonderful big cum the moment he touched her scalding hot pussy.
And Jim knew very well that he was a fumbling, clumsy lover, but there was nothing at all he could do about it. He couldn't control his shaking any more than he could reduce the stiffness of his prick. Touching her tits was fantastic. They were the softest, warmest flesh in the world, and they were his to play with and to kiss at will. Her kisses were too wet and her breath didn't smell altogether good, but he was compelled to go on mashing his mouth on hers and tangling tongues with her. The hand that was playing around between his legs had him extremely close to creaming in his pants, which would surely be the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to him in his life, but there was no way he could stop her and still get to play with her big tits. And so, sweating and panting, with his heart pounding and his clothing all askey, he went on grappling and groping and kissing this fantastic woman in her cozy little sex nest, fighting to keep from making a complete fool of himself while he felt all he could of her tits. He tried to be as smooth and suave as he could, though that was a hopeless task, and he tried his best to keep her from undressing him.
"Come on, Jimmy," she said, growing ever more impatient now. "Let me get your pants open. Don't you want me to make you feel good?"
"Yeah, but ... I'm feeling good now. Oh, your tits ... they're so pretty, they're so beautiful."
"So is your prick, and I want to see it. Open up, Jimmy. Open your legs for me."
"Wait. Don't. Can't we just...?" '
"Don't be a baby. Open up for me, dammit," she said, and went at him in earnest.
She had to see that prick. She wanted it in her, not in his pants. He was forced backward onto the cot by her. She was heavier than him and stronger.
He fought back in desperation for the preservation of his modesty, and together they rolled and struggled on the creaking bed. His clothes were becoming even more twisted now and he was sweating profusely under her weighty attack. He almost shouted for help as she buried him under her soft bulk, legs entangled with his and bare tits flopping and rolling about his chest. He was as desperate to keep himself covered up as she was to see him, and when at last she got his zipper down he managed to twist out from under her and jump to his feet. He stood panting beside the cot and she rose up on one elbow to glare at him hatefully.
"Damn you!" she said, panting herself. "What the hell have you got to hide that's so precious?"
"I just don't feel like taking off my clothes," he said, trying not to whine, wanting to throw himself on the beautifully tousled woman lying on the cot before him.
Her tits jiggled and shook as she tossed back her hair. Her skirt had come up so far he could see a glimpse of white between her legs. She said, "Then go. Get the hell out of here. I don't need you at all. I need a man, not a boy."
"Please, Anita," he said, chewing his lip and clutching at his partially opened pants.
She laughed shortly, bitterly. "I said go and I meant it. I don't have any use at all for you and your silly modesty. I said I don't need you, and I meant that too."
Jimmy's hair stood up on end and his mouth went as dry as cotton as the buxom blonde lifted one of her big tits to her mouth and took the stiff nipple inside. She'd tried this on occasion before during her masturbation sessions, and it had done nothing for her, but now, with his young eyes bulging out at her, it was a wickedly sensuous thrill. She lifted one leg, baring more of her white-covered cunt, and moved one hand down to squeeze the bulge intimately, and Jimmy's mouth dropped open and he swayed forward toward the cot. The bulge under Anita's hand was extremely warm and wet, cuntlips squashing together and exuding the scent of deep desire for a cock to fill its cavity. She fondled and kissed herself, closing her eyes as if in deepest ecstasy-not a difficult thing to do at that point-and when she opened them again she saw that Jimmy's hands were fumbling his belt buckle open, and she smiled and drew the nipple from her mouth.
"That's it, darling." She held out her arms to him. "Just let your pants fall and come sit beside me. Slip down your Jockey shorts too. Jimmy, you've a lovely little prick! Not that it's so little," she said, though in fact it was rather small, and she held out a guiding hand to him as he shuffled forward in the hobble of his fallen jeans.
His prick held her full attention. It was a lovely thing, slim and white, unmarked by the ropy veins and ridges of the adult cock, with its rosy head pushing out through a tight foreskin with more eagerness than the boy was showing. He had cute little balls, too, very tight and even more hairless than his loins. She yearned to feel their softness with her hand, but she was careful not to touch her timid captive there as he gingerly eased himself down on the edge of the cot. She breathed a sigh of relief, felt more secure, when she had one hand on the small of his back and the other resting fitfully on his naked thigh.
"There, that's better," she said, and drew him a little closer. "My, you've a lovely prick, Jim. A man-sized prick. That's enough to keep any woman happy. And it sticks right straight up. D'you mind if I just pull this foreskin back a bit so I can have a better look at it before you fuck me?"
"I don't ... mind," he stammered, all tensed and trembling, already fearing how he'd fail at it if she made him fuck her. Perhaps it was this fear that staved off his ejaculation as she drew back the foreskin of his prick, but whatever it was, he survived the agonizingly sweet touch of her fingers there.
It was even harder than she'd thought before! There was no way she could take her fingers from it. She longed to stare at it, too, to examine it minutely as she very gently played with it, but she catered to the remnants of his modesty and went on smiling up into his flushed and nervous face.
"I have the feeling you and I are going to have a lot of good times here, Jimmy." She lolled her big breast into his loins and pressed his hot hardness deep into her soft flesh, and she smiled as he clutched at her back and momentarily closed his eyes in ecstasy. "I think you'll be coming back to see me often. We're going to be good friends, good lovers." She moved her breast aside and kissed the end of his prick. She'd never much liked fellatio, but his was a very special penis, a minor work of art that merited the sweetness of a kiss. She wondered if he was old enough to really cum, and if so, how often and how much.
"You can drop in every day after school for a piece of pie. Things are slow at that time of day, and I'll just put up the sign and we'll come in here and make each other feel so good." She hugged him hard around the waist and kissed his flat little belly. He was a beautiful child, and for the moment he was all hers. She took hold of his prick, kissed it again, and said, "And I'll pose for you however you want me to. In sexy lingerie or without a stitch on. I have an old camera at home, honey. That'd be quicker than sketching me, and you could still practice your sculpting with your hands on my body all you want to. Would you like that? Would you like taking sexy pictures of me?"
"Oh, yes!" he said, and his hands dug into her back and he squirmed closer to her.
His prick was right under her chin. She could feel its heat radiating up at her as she looked up at him, and she could vividly imagine how it would feel if it suddenly squirted its hot juice up onto her throat instead of in her hungry old cunt. Her cunt hurt now in its need to be filled, in its need for an orgasm, but that would have to wait if she wanted to enjoy this fine young body for more than just this one morning.
"I'll be so good to you. We'll be such good friends," she said, and proved that she meant every word of that by slipping her cushiony slick lips down over his straining prick, taking the whole hard thing inside her mouth.
"Anita! Oh, Anita!" he gasped.
He was clearly right on the verge of cumming. Anita had to have his semen in her cunt, but his hard prick was so sweet in her mouth and his tight nuts were so adorably sexy in her hand that she couldn't move up and mount him. Her cunt was truly hurting for it now, weeping copiously through the crotchband of her binding panties, whose smooth fabric felt like sandpaper against the tip of her fully extended clit. But the excitement was on him now, and there wasn't a moment to lose in making the very most of it.
Anita's hot mouth came off his prick and her hand curled around it and began to pump. He was writhing and gasping, falling back on the cot in his ecstatic torment. "Cum for me, Jimmy!" she commanded, pumping faster, glinting eyes drinking in the sight of him from his twisted face to his squirming torso to his well-primed prick in her hand.
"Don't hold it back!" she said, and he groaned at once as if in mortal agony and began to spew.
His prick throbbed fast in her flying hand. The first jet of his ejaculation arced surprisingly high out of his prickhead and Anita lost it, but in the instant it took for another spurt of semen to erupt, she had her hand over the little knob of his prick to catch it and smear its hot slickness over its source.
His hips were jerking convulsively and he was grunting and moaning as if he was having a seizure. Anita went on drinking it all in with her avid old eyes, still pumping his prick and smearing the marvelously copious discharge over his genitals. She was grinding her legs togehter to get some relief for her burning clit, but she was unable to take her hand from his lovely hard prick to touch herself even once.
"That's it, Jimmy!" she urged. "You're doing fine, you're feeling so good it almost hurts. Oh, you're such a wonderful boy! Darling, we're going to have such good times together."
She took his cock in her mouth, all wet with his slippery cum and tasting simply marvelous. Though his orgasmic thrashings were diminishing, his wonderful prick was still as hard as it could be. She sucked it strongly and licked it with her tongue, breathless with a weird sort of unselfish excitement. She hunkered down on the cot and kissed his tight little balls, burrowed her face between his legs to lick them and then brought her tongue up over the stiff shaft of his prick to take him inside her mouth again before he went soft. His cum juice was all over her face and cheeks and hers had completely sopped through her panties.
"Oh, Jeez. Oh, Jeezus peezus, I really did it, I really did it," he said, panting and gasping and trying to sit up.
"You sure did, you angel," she said, pressing his hard pecker against her hot cheek and smelling deeply of his fresh young sweaty sex.
She was so hot she was beside herself. She was cursing herself for having spent the youth without the benefit of having his prick in her screaming cunt, and trying to console herself with hopes and thoughts of the next time she could lure him into her handly little room. Her yearnings and her thoughts so occupied her that for several moments it did not register upon her that his prick was still hard.
"Jimmy, fuck me now!" she said, and struggled to extricate herself from his sweet body and get to her feet. "Just let me get these panties off," she said, and wrenched at the wretched things, all bound up in her crotch and clinging to her puffy wet cuntlips and tangled cunt hair.
"I don't know how," he said, fascinated by what was being revealed to him, sitting up for a closer look at real cunt. "You'll have to show me how."
"I will, I will," she promised, and threw herself back on the cot with her soiled panties still dangling around one knee and her volcano-hot twat thrusting up for the stiff attention it so badly needed.
She held out her arms, fingers clutching for him, legs wide apart. "Come on. Get on top of me. Hurry, darling, hurry!"
He got to his feet. Again he was both afraid and eager. The hairy cunt with its dimly seen slit drew him on, as did her plaintive words and her beckoning arms. He tried to ease himself onto the soft cushion of her writhing body, but she pulled him hard on top of her, moaning so that it sounded as if she might weep.
"Oh-h-h-h, yes, stick it in. Anyplace down there," she begged, as his rigid youth sunk deeply into her hairy softness and she began to cum. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, stick it in me!" she commanded, as his prick slid all about in her gaping slit, plunging into her hole and rasping against her hugely grateful clit. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! she shouted, quite unaware that she and her illicitly young lover were no longer alone in the diner.
CHAPTER TWO
Carl Thorpe delivered freshly ground coffee to the local restaurants, among them, Anita's Coffee Shop. He was a burly man in his early twenties, with close-cropped blond hair and a somewhat babyish face which he tried to conceal with a permanent expression of surly belligerence on his features. He had delivered beer to the local bars for several years and only in the past few months had he gone to work for the coffee company. The work was considerably easier and he cherished his new job for that, but he did miss those occasional times when he could pick up some drunken floozie in a cheap bar and have some fun with her in the cab of his truck. And since he did value his new job, he had tried the door of Anita's Coffee Shop when he'd found it closed and cautiously gone inside to make his usual delivery when he'd found the place unlocked.
The diner was never closed, it seemed, but the sign said it was on that late morning. Possibly its proprietor had mistakenly left the CLOSED sign up, possibly she was sick. If it was a mistake, Anita might be so grateful to him for correcting things that she'd treat him to a cup of coffee and a donut, and he could sit down and have himself a good long look at the old broad's big tits while he rested. He might even talk her into letting him have some fun with her, though this would take a lot of talking because she had never seemed overly friendly toward him. And if the place was empty, he could do a little snooping around and perhaps find some of her personal things in the back that would give him a kick or two. Either way, big Carl was greatly enjoying his feelings of excitement as he eased himself into the empty little diner and went stealthily past the counter toward the back room. The cock in his coveralls was already thickening and he was thinking vague thoughts about rape as he advanced. He knew she kept a cot back there, for he made it his business to find out all he could about his customers' establishments. In his mind's eye he could see her sleeping on the cot, still drunk from the night before, with her skirt twisted up so high that her big old ass was showing. She was old and overweight, but she had big tits and a big ass, and in Carl's growing mood of excitement he wouldn't mind getting a little something from her before she knew what was happening to her. He almost stopped and fled when he heard the soft thrashing sounds and the muted voices coming from the back room, but there was something about them that thickened his cock still further and drew him on to take a careful sidelong look into the dim little room. What he saw there turned up a corner of his mouth and made his hand slide down over the front of his rough cotton coveralls. His cock was so hard and big that he had trouble fishing it out of the single garment he wore while he watched some little naked guy screwing the living hell out of the fat old broad who ran the place. They seemed to be having a good time for themselves.
"Am I doing it right? Have I got it in you?" Jimmy asked, gasping and grunting, churning all about on her cushiony soft big body and frantically thrusting his pecker against the pulpy wet flesh between her outspread legs.
"Yes, you're wonderful! Just wonderful!" Anita assured him, clasping him tightly to her quivering body, savoring the impassioned youth in her arms and the hard little prick that was stabbing at her with an eagerness that more than made up for its inaccuracy.
As she'd suspected, as she'd hoped for, she had begun a wonderful big orgasm the moment he'd touched her cunt with his prick. It had come on her like a thunderclap after a long drought, and it was followed by a whole series of delightful orgasms that came in such rapid succession that they were all blended together now to keep her in a state of frenzied ecstasy that would hopefully never end. He was going at her with such frantic vigor that she knew it had to end sometime, but she was making the most of it while it lasted.
"Fuck me, Jimmy!" she said, digging her fingers into his miraculously firm flesh, and throwing her big hips back at him till she was seeing stars. "Fuck me and make me cum!"
"I'm trying to! Oh! OH!!!" he cried, as his little body churned all about on her, with his stiff hot prick being constantly led down through the big soft funnel of her legs to jam against the hot wetness of her wonderfully sexy cunt. He knew it was a sexy thing because of all his imaginings about it, but he'd never dreamed it would be so very big and wet. He'd thought it would be a tight little hole that he'd have to work very hard to get into, when the time came for him to fuck someb-dy. Now that the time was upon him, the cunt was so big he didn't even know if he was in it-but he did know he liked it.
.If Carl wasn't mistaken, that was just a kid on top of Anita, frantically fucking her. From what he could see of that little round ass bouncing around on top of her, it didn't have a hair on it. Neither did Anita's tits. Carl could clearly see them flopping around and rolling out from under the kid's heaving chest. They were ail hers-something he'd wondered about for a long time-and they weren't bad at all for a hefty old broad like her. What really knocked him out, though, was all the action she had left in her middle-aged body. She was grunting and gasping and yelling at the kid to fuck her harder, but it was her big body that was doing the real work in making the kid go nuts on her. She was shaking ail over like jelly as she slung those big broad hips up at him, skirt bunched up about her waist, long blonde hair flying, giving that kid a fuck the likes of which Carl had dreamed about but never had himself. He would have it, he felt, in the near future. That or something even better.
"Anita?!? Anita!!!" Something was happening to young Jim. It was something big. He was going to cum. There was no question about that, but there was a question about whether he'd survive it. He'd cum more than a few times in his life with the help of his hand, but this was something different. He'd cum with the help of Anita's hand and mouth too, but again this feeling of an impending ejaculation was a different thing. With his hand around his cock he could and did stop frequently when the gathering feelings were about to get out of control, and then calm himself down a bit to be able to go back and enjoy it all over again. Even when Anita had been jerking him off and kissing his prick he'd vaguely known he could stop it all if he chose to. But now, actually fucking her, there was no way in the world he could stop the building feelings and delay his ejaculation of his own free will. He had to go on pumping and humping, out of control, while the pre-orgasmic feelings swelled and soared enough to make him crazy with want to shoot. Still and all, her cunt was so big and slippery and soft that he couldn't get all the immediate friction he needed to shoot right away. And so he whined and whimpered and gasped out her name, pleading for her to do something to help him over the sweet sweet brink and send him soaring on to unbelievable ecstasy or to some kind of a heart attack. He couldn't quite cum, and he certainly couldn't stop trying. He didn't really need her words and her actions to help him along, but they sure didn't hurt things.
"Come on, baby!" she gasped back at him. "Give me your stuff, give me your sweet cum! baby, fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! God, I love it, I LOVE YOUR PRICK IN MY CUNT! CUM, HONEY, CUM!!!"
"And I love you! I love you-u-u-u-u-u!" he croaked, and it all came rushing out.
"You love to fuck, you love my cunt!" she told him, clinging to him savagely now to feel each orgasmic convulsion that seized his young body, slamming her wide open cunt up against his pounding loins till it was squelching loudly against him.
"Yes, I love your cunt!" he cried, in a paroxysm of blissful relief and urgent need. "And I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!" the boy shouted, over and over, as his balls and his brains and even his fingertips went pouring out of his prick to plunge inside and spread all over the lusciously fat flesh she was giving to him so unselfishly.
He loved her! Anita knew very well that his feverish words were inspired by nothing more than the heat of the moment, but it had been such a long time since she'd heard those words uttered to her that now they sounded as thrilling as the boy's stabbing prick felt. "Yes, oh, YES!" she cried out, needing to eke all she could out of what might be the last truly great fuck in her life. "Love me! Love my cunt! And don't ever stop!"
"Can't stop!" the boy said, feeling he might be gasping out his last, but still driving at her big tender twat with his hotly oozing prick.
Carl was amazed by their sheer energy and quite aroused by the sight and sound of them heaving and clutching together, so out of their heads with lust that they wouldn't have noticed him if he'd been standing right beside them. Now Anita threw her legs up in the air at each side of the happily laboring boy and Carl got a good fast view of her big white butt. Grinning, breathing faster, he wrapped both hands around his wet-ended cock to stroke it better, to enjoy it all the more.
Anita was still enjoying it all she could, even though she felt Jimmy's fantastic young energies waning. He'd set off the spark in her big old cunt that made it almost insatiable, it seemed. Half the time his little prick wasn't even in her hole, but still it was setting off lightning streaks of hot, hot pleasure, and she had to feel more of those strokes while she could. "Do you love me? Do you really love me and my cunt?" she asked through her ragged breathing.
"Yes, Oh, Yes-s-s-s," he said, sighing and slowing, though the hot tinglings of his first complete orgasm were still flowing strongly through his near-exhausted body.
"Then kiss me there, darling, to show me how much you love me," she said, and released the scissors hold her legs had on him and pushed him strongly down on her.
He slipped off the couch and tumbled to his knees on the floor. His little prick was still standing stiff, and her big old cunt was like a gaping wound right before his face. Carl saw it all. He saw her grab the kid by his hair and pull his face against her twat, urgently telling him to, "Kiss it! Kiss it and love it!" Carl reeled backward when the kid's face was buried in her cunt, then rocked forward on his toes to see the way Anita clutched at the rumpled covers with both hands and threw her hips up at him. And he started creaming heavily himself as Anita somehow got the kid to tongue-fuck her while she tossed about on the cot, moaning, "Eat it, baby. Eat it and love me good. Oh, more! Mor-r-r-r-e! UR-R-R-R-R-RGH! Kiss my cunt some MORE!!!"
Carl's cock had squirted all over his hands before he could get it back inside his coveralls, and still it was creaming there. He felt a little sick to his stomach at watching this boy being forced to eat pussy, but still it was so fascinating and strangely exciting that he had to go on beating his meat in time with the final orgasmic frenzy of the buxom blonde waitress. The fucking kid had to be crazy or some kind of a queer to go on eating that cunt without being held there, but there he was, kissing it like it tasted good or something. The hot chills of Carl's heavy ejaculation merged with the feelings of repugnance he had for such weird happenings, and he watched on until at last his prick was drained to the point of oozing and Anita's buckings were reduced to feeble writhings on the torn up cot. He stepped back till he was just watching through the crack between the door hinges as the horny old blonde struggled up to one elbow and lifted the kid's chin from between her legs.
Anita looked into Jim's eyes very deeply for a few moments, wishing he was old or she was young, though that really didn't matter at all in light of the marvelous time she'd had with him. "You're really a wonderful lover," Anita said to the sex-dazed boy whom she'd led so very far astray. "You already make love as good as some men I've known in my life," she said, already thinking ahead to the next time with him, when she'd lead him on to spoil her even more.
"I was ... It was ... I didn't hardly even know what was happening," he faltered.
"That's 'cause you're just a natural lover, Jimmy," she said, and drew him up on the couch with her and warmly kissed him on his cunt-smelling lips. "You did everything just right. You were really wonderful, and you're going to get even better each time we get together here. I've never known anyone who loved to fuck as much as you do, and who likes to kiss pussy like you do. You completely satisfied me, honey, just about, and next time it'll be even better."
"I better get goin'," he said, and shifted his weight toward the door where Carl was hiding.
"In a minute," said Anita, holding him more securely with her, fearful that she might never see him again. Her pussy was leaking on the cot, her hair was tousled and her makeup smeared. Her bare breasts felt like ugly old cow's dugs now and she couldn't have blamed him a bit if he'd been so repelled by her in the aftermath of his orgasm that he'd give her a shove in the face and take his leave. But, having tasted the forbidden delights of youth on this occasion, she had to do all she could to ensure she'd taste them again. "You can go on to school in a minute, honey, but I do want to see you again. Can you come see me tomorrow?"
"I dunno. I'll try," he said, and the signs of his growing repugnance for her were there to see in his eyes.
"I'll bring my camera," she said. "And some of my sexy lingerie. You can take pictures of me, and ... and if you don't feel like f-fucking me tomorrow you won't have to. But you will come back, won't you? After all, you said you love me and you still must love me a little and if you do...."
Anita broke down then. She knew very well she was going to lose this sweetest, purest lover she'd ever known, and her voice changed to sobs and she broke down and clasped him to her, blubbering like a baby and making her chances of keeping him for a little longer even worse. The boy, still dazzled by all that had happened to him, quite confused by this sudden show of tears, hesitantly put his arms about her, petted her shoulder and begged her not to cry.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she said, straightening her shoulders and smiling bravely at him. "You just made me feel so beautiful that I couldn't help crying a little. That's what a real man like you does to us silly women. You don't want to see me crying. Here. Lie back and rest for a moment while I get you ready to go to school. It will only take a minute, dear. Lie back."
He was a little gentleman. He did as she said, though reluctantly, and when she had him lying back on the cot she got up and hurried to the restroom where she did a lightning fast repair job on her makeup and hair and quickly threw on a white cardigan sweater she kept hanging on a hook there. She buttoned the lower buttons, concealing a portion of her heavy tits and rather artfully presenting a vast cleavage which she hoped would succeed in teasing him back for more of her. She took a warm washcloth back to the cot and was quite relieved to find him still reclining on it.
Young and modest as he was, he'd drawn the covers over his loins. She sat down beside him and bared those nearly virginal loins, gently shushing his protests, and just as gently washing away all traces of the sex they'd had together. And as she worked she talked to him, warmly and more confidently than she felt: "Yes, you're quite a young man, Jim. Already you're too old for silly things like wet dreams and playing with yourself. I'm going to have to teach you all there is to know about sex, and when I'm all through with your lessons, you'll be able to seduce any girl in school. I just can't wait for all the fun we're going to have together here. You're such a handsome, considerate young man and you've got such a perfectly beautiful prick," she said, and bent over him to kiss the freshly clean little beauty and give it a warm and loving suck in her mouth that seemed to inject a little thickness and life into it again. "You can come by here and fuck me any time you want, Jimmy. And I'll suck your lovely cock for you whenever you feel like it. You can play with my tits to your heart's content, and any time you want to see me naked, all you have to do is snap your fingers. Would you like me to have that camera here for you tomorrow after school?" she asked, very warmly fondling his prick, inordinately thrilled to find she still had the ability to make it swell and stiffen.
"I guess so," he said. "But I gotta go now."
"Of course you do. One more kiss, and then I'll help you dress."
She gave him a good, thorough sucking now, and as she did she got his hand inside her sweater and on her tits. It was almost as gratifying to feel his slow clutchings there as it was to feel his prick slowly growing in her mouth. It was almost as hard as before when she slipped her wet lips up off it and moved them down over his tight little nuts. He was beginning to squirm with new excitement and she was beginning to really believe she'd see him again when at last she sat up and brushed back her long blonde hair.
She toyed with his nipples. He was grinning back at her now, rather bashfully, but enough to warm her right down to her toes. "What time do you get out of school, Jim?"
"Three o'clock."
"The door will be open but the CLOSED sign will be up when you come by. Just come right in, and you'll find a nice surprise waiting for you here in the back room."
"And we can ... do it again like today?"
She nodded solemnly, inwardly elated, and ventured to see how far she'd excited him. "I'll even let you kiss my pussy again, and even better this next time."
"Really?" he said, and the hesitant eagerness in his voice and eyes caused Anita's body to swell and throb from her heart to her cuntlips.
"Really. I'll teach you how to do it really good, next time."
His hand was creeping toward her snatch. With all her heart, she wanted to jam it against herself there and go off with him on another wild melee of totally abandoned sex. But even more, she wanted to make this affair with the boy last for a long, long time. "Next time," she repeated, and firmly pushed his hand away.
Carl watched, shaking his head in disgust, as Anita dressed the kid like she would a baby. She kept kissing him and petting him and telling him how wonderful he was while she helped him into his clothes. It was enough to make him want to gag. Carl's prick was big and thick and hanging down his leg inside his coveralls as he crouched behind the counter and hid while Anita brought the kid out of her back room and to her front door. The workout he'd given it with his hand had not been enough, but with Anita's cooperation he'd soon get the satisfaction he'd been missing out on for so long.
CHAPTER THREE
Anita let Jimmy look at her tits for as long as she could before closing her cardigan. She gave him a very warm kiss at the door and a warmer smile as he left her establishment with the promise that he would indeed return. Then she closed the door and leaned back against it, exhaling heavily, quite stunned by the enormity of what she'd done.
She'd taken a beardless youth, a mere boy, and introduced him to far more sex than his immature emotions could handle. A frumpy old hoyden like herself had taken the virginity that should have been reserved for his virgin bride. She'd introduced him to oral sex as well as to fucking and she'd done it in the dingiest possible surroundings. She'd used her crafty old teasings to get him to think he loved her and to promise to come back for even more of what the law said were sexual perversions. She had corrupted the purest, sweetest thing in the world-youth-and all for the sake of a few very transitory thrills. Was it worth it? she seriously asked herself, and then grinned and hugged her breasts and said, "Hell, yes it was!"
She started for the bathroom to clean herself up and tardily open her diner when all at once a grinning man rose up from behind the counter. "Eek!" She screamed and stumbled back against the door, caught herself against it with both hands, leaving her breasts to fall free for a moment. She dimly recognized him as she blurted, "What are you doing here? Get out! Get out before I call the police! I'm closed today, I'm ... I'm not feeling well. GET OUT!"
The young man chortled and moved toward the end of the counter in a slow, menacing fashion. She realized now that he was the loutish fellow who delivered her coffee and invariably tarried after to make clumsy conversation while he ogled her and any other females who might be present. If she hadn't fully recognized him she might have fled into the street despite her near naked breasts, but as it was she straightened her shoulders and did her best to meet his leer with a glower of indignation. She didn't know how much he'd seen or heard. She could only hope for the best as she stood before him, glaring, cheeks burning with shame.
"Go on," she said. "Get out." She stood aside for his passage out the door, arms folded over her quaking breasts.
He stopped before he got to the end of the counter, and there he said, "I don't feel like goin'. I feel like you and me havin' some fun, like you did with that kid, but better."
"That wasn't a kid. He's a young man who looks ... younger than he is. He's my lover and that's no business of yours. Get out. Now."
"Sheeyit," he sneered. "He's just a fuckin' kid, not even out of school yet."
"It's none of your business who or what he is!" she exclaimed, raising her voice in anger to cover her rising consternation about how much this oaf had seen. "Get out of here-now!-or I'll call your employer."
"You better get your ass into that back room, lady, or I'll call the fuckin' school authorities and tell 'em what you been servin' here besides coffee and donuts."
He stood leering at her, full of confidence, disgusting. He had the power to send her to jail for sexually perverting a minor, but even more, he had the power to disrupt the life of that totally pure young boy she'd so badly taken advantage of. But what was the threat, really? All he wanted was to put his filthy hands on her and stick his cock in her, and he couldn't be much worse than some of the men she'd voluntarily laid with in the past. The atonement for her sins had come upon her very swiftly, and it would be a small enough price to pay for young Jimmy's safety.
Anita let her arms fall to her sides. Let him see her breasts. Let him see all of her, use all of her, she didn't care a bit, nor would she respond a bit to even one of his forced attentions on her.
She came around the corner of the counter heading toward the back room, and his grin grew broader as he slung his heavy arms about her and swatted her on the backside. She stopped, slack in his close embrace, but then she stiffened in spite of herself as her hand contacted the big hot member that jutted up through his sweaty coveralls. He was built like a bull! She managed to draw her hand away from his organ as he laughed and put his hands on her body, but still the big thing he had was horribly impressing her at every moment with its hot pushings against her flank and belly.
Anita tried to draw away, and succeeded only in touching it again. It was sticky wet, and so was the front of his coveralls. With a cock like that to put up with, her ordeal of atonement would be greater than she'd thought. Still it had to be put up with, and the sooner the better, before someone saw her through the window with this grappling clod.
"Come on," she murmured. "In the back room."
"Can't wait to get it in you, eh?"
She broke out of his grip and went through the door. He followed right behind her, laughing, the obscenely big cock she hadn't yet seen radiating its heat at her back. It wouldn't be so bad, she told herself. Her vagina was very well lubricated, and its tissues would stretch to accommodate almost any sized cock. She was about to throw herself down on the cot and let him take his pleasure with her when he told her to stop, and she did this.
"Might as well take off all your clothes," he said.
Anita suddenly felt nauseous, and quite cold. The clothes she had on were in total disarray-top of her dress dangling down, sweater open, no panties or bra at all-but at least they were some scant protection from his lecherous eyes. But she had to do as he said, and the sooner she did it the easier it would be. She turned to face him, defiant, impassive, while she took off all her clothes for him, and as she did he reached out and flicked on the switch that lit up the big light bulb dangling from a cord overhead.
His penis truly was huge! Its girth held open a wide gap in his tan coveralls and its length curved upward for a good twelve inches to point its ruddy knob at her face. She peeled off her sweater and tossed it on the cot, and he licked his lips and rubbed his flanks with his hands.
His prick would hurt going in, no matter how well-lubricated she was. Perhaps she could get by with a hand job or even with sucking him to a climax. Failing that, certainly the pain of penetration by that big thing before her would help in her resisting any impulsive urge to actually join with him in the pleasures of fucking. Her fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of her waitress uniform, and the yawning, sightless eye of his big thrusting member seemed to gape wider still as her last remaining garment fell down around her ankles.
"You know, you're not so bad for an old broad," he said. "You sure do have the tits."
Should she thank him for his crude compliment? Should she do so sarcastically and risk angering him to the point of punishing her more? Should she do so with seeming sincerity in hopes he'd be easier on her? Anita hesitated, in doubt as to what to do, in a turmoil from her mental picture of that big, curving cock sliding in and out of her, splitting her hairy lips and inevitably pumping its hot cream in her warm cunt. And her cunt was warm, both from the thrilling experience it had had with young Jimmy's sweet prick, and with the dumb response it felt in the presence of any naked penis, even this unwanted one. And so she hesitated, and as she did the man came forward and put his rough hands on her breasts.
"Yeah, really nice tits," he said, hefting their softness and pulling at their nipples with his thick, hard fingers. "You musta really been stacked when you were young," he went on, and made a brassiere of his hands.
He was sexually more excited than was evidenced by his erection. She could smell that and she could see the small beads of perspiration on his grinning face. She could smell herself, too, pungently aromatic from her sex with the boy, and it disgusted her almost as much as his groping hands on her body did.
"Did you get the kid to suck on these knockers?" he asked. "You better tell me, Anita."
"Yes." She nodded, thinking how much softer Jimmy's lips were than these fingers.
"I guess he liked it, huh? I mean, you didn't have to ask him twice."
"That's right," she said, and her voice cracked as she said it.
"There's nothin' wrong with that. It ain't against the law for kids to nurse on tits. Did you get him to go down on you, though?"
His right hand let one of her breasts fall and went down over her hip to her loins. Just how much had he seen, she wondered. She knew exactly what he meant by his question and she recognized the implied threat it held for her. But again she hesitated in answering him, and as she did he made himself perfectly clear by putting a wriggling finger against her clit and saying, "You can tell me. Did you get the kid to kiss this thing here? Goddamn, it's a big one. He musta felt like he was suckin' a little cock if you talked him into goin' down on you. Your fuckin' clit is really big, man. Does it feel good when I play with it like this?"
She shook her head. "No." That was largely true. While there was a definite feeling of physical pleasure from the contact, the mental disgust she felt for him-and for herself-more than outweighed that.
"Oh? You like it rougher?" he said, and pulled so sharply and suddenly on Anita's distended clitoris that she gasped aloud. "Did he kiss this? Hah? Did he?" the grinning man persisted, and went on pulling at her clitoris and keeping up his repeated questions so that Anita could hardly have answered him even if she had been able to take a deep breath and reply.
"It's so damned wet he must have been slobberin' all over it. Open your legs up wider," he said, and she let her body sag to one side and caught herself on one shaky leg. His hand immediately slipped down through her crotch. There was relief from the horrible yearning tingling in her clit, but right away that same sort of feeling had been spread throughout her vulva by his slickly probing fingers.
"You sure got a big ol' hole." He pushed two curling fingers in as he said this. She swayed backward, heart thumping loudly, and a light film of perspiration broke out on her body. "I'll bet the kid's tongue was bigger'n his pecker. I'll bet that's why you had him go down on you, to fill up this hole. Izzat right? Hah?"
She dropped her gaze from his leering face and murmured, "Whatever you say." She wanted to go on staring defiantly at him, but that was impossible now with her cheeks all flushed and her lips swollen and trembling and the sweat standing out on her brow. Still spreading her vagina with two fingers, he mashed the heel of his hand against her heavily engorged clit. She couldn't help but breathe faster for a few moments. Looking down, his cock was right there. It was as big as ever, but now she felt she could take it all without a bit of pain. "Whatever you say," she murmured. "Just get it over with."
"You just can't wait to get this in you," he said. He took it in his hand and stroked it. He chuckled softly as he poked it against her belly and pushed its big blunt end up against her pendant breasts. It was gnarled and thick with the blood of his excitement, and his semen had dried to form a light crust on it. It was an ugly thing, but she did want it in her now, and not just to have her ordeal over with.
"That's right," she said, and took it in her hand. "Put it in me," she said, not bothering to conceal her labored breathing now as she directly felt its strength and hardness in her hand. "Come on. Let's do it. I want it now," she confessed, drawing it strongly against her softly protuberant belly and pushing back with her hot, hot cunt against his rough fingers.
He put his hand on her shoulder. "You better suck it first. Make sure it's good and hard." She crouched right down and took it in her mouth. She didn't even let herself think about it but just took the oversized knob inside her mouth and gave it the most loving laving she could, the better to excite him to the point where he'd slide that great big thing right up inside her drooling twat and give it a workout that would stretch her and make her cum as she'd never dreamed of cumming with little Jimmy.
It tasted good. It felt terrific, and she breathed heavily through her flaring nostrils, holding it in both hands and sucking warmly on it. His balls were in full proportion to his cock. Bull's balls, that would soon be filling her to the bursting point with his manly jism. She felt of them through his coveralls while she gave him the quick sucking he wanted, promising him things with her mouth that didn't need to be said in so many words. The sweat was dripping and tickling down from her armpits as he roughly massaged her bare back with the fingers she ached to have in her pussy once again.
"You suck a good cock," he said. "Did you blow the kid?"
She nodded, still sucking, and salivating freely now.
"You like the taste of cum?"
"Mmmm," she replied. He was uncircumcised, and he tasted rank beneath his foreskin. But she liked it, she liked it a lot just then.
"And he's going to come back and take some pictures of you, is he? Some naked pictures and some pictures of you in sexy underwear? Hah?"
She straightened up, plastered her nude body against his roughly clad form. With his cock in her hand and its taste on her lips, she smiled up at him and said, "Let's not talk about that. Let's just fuck. Okay? You big bum, you've got me so hot I've forgotten your name. Carl, is it? Carl, let's fuck. Come on. I want this big thing in me, and so do you."
"You know, I wouldn't mind gettin' in on a dirty-picture shootin' session," he said, and slid his hand down over the hot, quivering bulge of her belly to her cunt once again. He fondled it roughly and he looked down at her heavy-lidded eyes with amusement as he said, "Yeah, seein' you and the kid in person would be a helluva lot better than them two-bit peep shows downtown."
She tried to draw her cunt away from his hand so she could argue properly with him, but his other hand gripped her big bottom strongly and pulled her against him again. She'd let herself get out of control despite her best efforts, and she didn't know if she could turn herself off again or not now. Fleeting images of herself and the boy having wild sex together in front of glaring lights and camera lenses were terribly exciting for a moment before those images brought her back to some semblance of her senses. She pushed her cunt more warmly against the man's hand, stroked his cock with great finesse, and smiled and said, "Who needs him? I just screwed him on impulse. It's a real man like you that I need, baby. And if some dirty pictures of me turn you on and keep this beautiful big cock hard for me, that's the way it'll be. But that's for later. Come on and fuck me now. Christ, you got me so damned hot I hurt down there. C'mon, Carl. Slip it in me."
"Sure, Anita," he said, with his animal heat clearly showing through his human lusts now as the close contact with naked femininity took its inevitable toll. "I'll give you the fuckin' you want, and next time, you'll put on the show for me and the camera that I want."
"Yes, Carl. Anything you want. Just you and me and the camera," she said, rubbing her plump nudity against his big, hard body, and pushing his cook down in the direction of her hungry old cunt. "I'll do a strip for you. I've got some real sexy things at home that you'll like, and I can get more. We'll have some wild times here, just you and me. But now let's fuck. Let's get acquainted the right way. Let's fuck."
"Sure, baby. I'm goddamned good and ready now. Turn around and bend over."
"What?" The control she'd been seeking came flowing back into her with amazing ease, and her harlot's smile faded as she said, "What did you say?"
"I said, turn around," he told her, and forcefully turned her about so that he was standing behind her and she was blinking ahead at the rumpled cot. He squeezed her buttocks with both hands, and they went very tense. He said, "This is too big a thing for me to pass up."
"You're going to ... sodomize me?"
"I'm not about to put my prick in your twat after that kid's been screwin' it and slobberin' on it. I'm gonna butt-fuck you, if that's what you mean."
"You're a bastard, a real bastard, aren't you? You don't care a damned thing about women, do you?"
He laughed and swatted her on the butt. "Yeah, I like women. So does my cock. We like young chicks with nice tight little twats, and we like old broads like you with big fat asses. Old broads who get so fuckin' horny they don't care who puts their pecker in 'em or where they do it. Bend over and show me what you got."
Anita's shoulders slumped and she felt faint and had to rest her hands on her thighs. Her long blonde hair covered this new flame of shame on her cheeks as he pawed her buttocks apart and ran rough fingers down through the cringing valley between them. He probed and pushed a thick finger in her anus and it hurt her slightly but sharply, and at that moment even that slight pain was enough to make the tears flow. "Don't do this to me, Carl," she said, close to blubbering. "I'll be good to you. I'll fuck you and suck you, anything you want. I'll let you take those pictures of me. I'll feed you when you come here and-Carl, please!"
He withdrew his finger, and in her relief the tears flowed in earnest and she was sobbing so that she couldn't thank him. She felt exhausted, drained, even though he hadn't fucked her yet, and she could only hang there with her head down and weep at her reprieve until the tears stopped flowing of their own accord.
She heard him rummaging around behind her. She took deep breaths and was about to stand up and face him and then draw him down on the couch for the best fuck he'd ever had in his life. But then his big hand was placed on the small of her back, and an icy cold slather of something slick and gooey had been slapped up between her parted legs.
"Yeek! What's that? What're you doing?!?"
"Gettin' you ready for me. Don't want to hurt you so's you think I got no respect for women. I couldn't find any Vaseline, but this mustard oughta do."
She could smell it now and she could even see it running down her inner thighs, sickly yellow and sharply pungent. She could also feel his thick cockhead so easily pushing its way through the slippery goo in search of the terrified hole it was after. Every hair on her body was standing on end with her sheer horror at the brutal callousness of the man behind her and at the horror about to happen to her. "Don't, please, don't!" she cried, and started to straighten up.
He struck her sharply on the ,side of the head, setting bells to ringing, toppling her forward, and he grabbed her hard by the hips and pushed his outlandishly big cock-knob into her asshole.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," he said, waggling his hips and settling deeper in her. "Goddamned good and tight. I knew it'd be. Ah-h-h-h...."
"Take it out. Don't do this to me." She was sobbing and blubbering copiously. She couldn't stop it as the big, thick thing, all anointed with the hotly burning goo, was pushed and worked in and out of her badly stretched anus. She'd have fallen forward and collapsed on the floor in a pool of tears if his painfully strong hands hadn't been there' on her hips. "Don't, don't, don't," she wailed, and he went right on sliding and pushing that thick wedge in and out of a part of her that simply wasn't made for such treatment.
"Hot. Tight," he said, sweating and grinning clown at the big flaccid moons of her quivering ass, feeling their softness deeply with his hands while his dick felt the tight slick ring of her butt-hole. "I'm fuckin' the shit out of you, just like you wanted that kid to do. And you like it; don't tell me you don't."
"I hate you, I hate you," she said through her sobs, as the mustard was worked deeper still into her tenderest tissues, inflaming them with seething, burning pain.
"You got that kid to tell you he loved you," said Carl. With the help of the mustard, he'd worked the full length of his cock into her and he'd seen every bit of it go in. Now he eased it back, watching avidly as the ring of her fully distended asshole was pulled out to form what looked like sucking lips around his cockshaft. "And I'll tell you I love you, too. I love your ass," he said, and pushed through the yellow-smeared ring till he was balls deep against the big soft cushions of her butt again.
"You're a bastard." Anita snuffled and wiped the tears from her cheeks. The pain was largely gone, but the humiliation was just setting in, and this had to be fought against now. Her asshole was burning. Her asscheeks were, too, from the way his hard loins were smearing the mustard about and grinding it in. Warmed by their body heats, the stuff had trickled down to the lower edges of her cunt, and that organ that had been the cause of all her trouble was now getting its just share of discomfort, "I'm going to have you ... fired for this. Or arrested," she said.
"Warm as hell in here. And so friggin' tight! Man, I shoulda tried this years ago. Still hurt you?"
"What do you think, damnit! Of course it hurts!" She tossed back her hair and tried to straighten up, and then it did hurt her, so again she rested her hands on her thighs to weather it through. The pain immediately disappeared. Mvich of the burning was gone too, and she felt she could stoically stand the huge stretching of her anus and the accompanying itching of the private parts all between her legs. "Bastard! Sodomist! Rapist!" she spat, as venomously as she could. "Don't try to tell me you haven't done this before. I'll bet you've done it to cows and sheep. You're the type."
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, working harder now and enjoying it more, churning his thrusting hips to mix his wonderfully hard cock through her guts. "God-damn, this is good!"
"Hurry it up then!" she said as she was rocked forward and back by his thrusts, getting dizzier by the moment in this bent position.
"Butt-fucking ... corn-holing ... shit, it's the greatest! That goddamned mustard ... really works!"
"Damned stuff," she muttered, and tried to quickly wipe it off the nether reaches of her vulva. All she accomplished was to smear it around in the sodden wet trough of her cunt and get the hot, spicy stuff in contact with the portals of her vagina. That part of her was particularly tender. In all truth, Jimmy's little pecker hadn't given it the rubdown it really needed, and it had been more than prepared for the wide stretching that her asshole was now getting. Its nerve endings were already highly sensitized and literally itching for some good, hard contact, and the touch of Anita's mustard-covered fingers made that dumb part of her itch even more. She breathed as deeply as she could, and as carefully as she could she tried to wipe the stuff away, but that was quite impossible now for a great gob of the hastily applied mustard had slid down and was on her fingers and spread through her twat, heated to body temperature, working on her sensitized tissues before she even realized what she'd done. "No. Oh, no-o-o-o," she moaned, and rubbed harder to get it out.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anita's cunt was on fire! It was fairly gushing out its own slick juices to put out the flame started by the mustard between her parted legs, but the heat down there wasn't diminishing at all. Panting rapidly, with her big tits hanging down and swinging, she frantically rubbed and pawed at her flaming cunt, moaning in tormented ecstasy at the fleeting relief this gave her, knowing full well her fingers were only increasing the overwhelming itching down there. What she needed was something cool and soothing, like an ice-bag or like little Jimmy's tongue.
Just the thought of him sucking her off made her cum. Her back arched her butt up higher, she shuddered and shivered all over, and she hoarsely groaned as her pussy and her asshole both opened out like flowers to suck in all the orgasmic goodness they could reach. Still the man behind her went on sawing the wonderful big thing in and out of her miraculously receptive asshole, digging harder with his fingers in her hips as the twat juice flowed in rivulets down her legs and she pulled and pushed at her big fat clit, vividly imagining Jimmy's lips and tongue on it.
"Yeah, shake that big ass! Now you're gettin' with it!" Carl said, as he rammed his big hard dong through the buttery depths of her ass for the hundredth time. "Cum, you old bag! Cum!" he commanded.
"I AM, damnit!" she replied, jerking her ass up and down for more of his cock, shaking it and even tightening the ring of her asshole for him. "Keep FUCKING me! Make me cum some MORE, you bastard!"
His cock .as all red and inflamed, bigger than he'd ever seen it in his life. And her buns were the biggest, whitest, softest things he'd ever seen in his life. He didn't know if it was her body heat or the mustard that was creating such a terrific sensation in his pistoning cock, but he did know he liked it-a lot. He was holding back from cumming now, wanting to enjoy this for just as long as he could. It would have helped delay him to look away, to think of something else, but he couldn't look away from her gloriously fucked ass, nor could he keep from saying, "I'm the hot dog and you're the bun. Goddamn! It's fucking beautiful. Mustard and everything. Oh, shit!"
"Then get down there and eat it!" Anita cried out from the giddiest heights of her dirtiest orgasm ever, and wanting still more of it. "Get down on your knees and stick your tongue up my butt and REALLY make me cum, you horny bastard!"
"No, goddamnit, no-o-o-o-o," he moaned, but the hell of it was, he wanted to do exactly what she'd said. He wanted to push his face between those quivering mounds of fatty ass, lick all up between them, and stick his tongue in the hot hole that was already affording him such intense pleasure. "I'll fuck you, but I won't eat you like that dumb kid did."
"I wish he was here," Anita blurted, "sucking my cunt. He makes me feel ... ten times better than you can," she said, a deliberate lie, inspired to make this wonderful butt-fucker work even harder at driving her out of her mind.
"WHORE! YOU WHORE!" he shouted, and drew back till the ridge of his knob was visible through the watery mustard, then surged forward with all his might, driving her down on her knees and following after with his dick still in her to the hilt. ""EEEEK! LICK ME! SUCK ME! FUCK ME! ANYWHERE!!!" Anita squalled, as she hung onto the edge of the cot with both hands and pushed her red hot butt back to meet every one of his marvelous jabs.
"Oh, shit!" Carl groaned. "Oh my God," he moaned. "Can't hold back any fucking more. Too damned GOOD!" he cried, as his big balls contracted heavily to send a hot stream of liquid ecstasy shooting through his cock, flashing everywhere in his body, gushing into the woman's beautiful, beautiful ass.
Panic seized Anita. She knew exactly what was happening to him, and in the microseconds it was all beginning, she knew she had to have his cock squirt its good stuff in her cunt or she'd never get the satisfaction she really wanted. "Cum, cum, CUM!!!" she shouted, and with amazing agility for a pair of hips the size of hers, she jerked her butt-hole off his nearly spouting prick and snapped her pelvis up in a frantic effort to feel it spurt in her drooling, gaping twat.
"God DAMN you!" Carl cried out, feverishly stabbing for re-entry into the yellow-stained sex hole that had brought him such pleasure. "Hold STILL!"
"In my cunt! CUM IN MY CUNT!" she implored, as with his lovely big cock in her hand, all slick and hot from their fucking, she wrenched it up against the sodden slit between her legs and tried frenziedly to jam its knob up her hole.
"AA-A-A-A-AGGGH!" He was moaning as if in mortal agony, and indeed some pain was present as he exerted every genital muscle to hold back the floodgates of orgasm against the torrential amount of jism built up in his balls. It was no contest. The needs of his body easily overcame his desire to shoot in her butt, and he began to spurt heavily in her clutching hand, up against her lovely dirty old wet cunt.
"EEK!" Anita was going frantic. She had his cock in her hand, feeling its every throbbing ejaculation, and she had her hot gaze riveted on it, watching the thick streams of white spurting up through her matted cunt hair and kissing her jouncing tits. She could feel it and see it happening, she had the hard shaft pressed tightly against her swollen clit, but still she hadn't succeeded in getting that lovely big cock in her twat before it shot. "FUCK ME! LOVE ME! SCREW ME! CUM-M-M-M-M-M!"
"I'm shooting ... A FUCKING QUART!" Carl gasped, so out of his head with the heavy squirtings of his prick that for the moment he didn't care where it was shooting. His hips kept pistoning his prick through the wide warm slot between her legs, his hands dug in as deep as they could, and he went on blindly fucking the beautiful old broad until the cot had been pushed aside and she was flat on her belly, whimpering with pleasure, and he had his spent cockhead sandwiched between her soft belly and the hard floor. Through his pan tings he said, "Back door beauty. You're a real back door beauty."
"This is the beauty," Anita said, and rolled him off her, and dazedly sat up, brushed back her hair, and took his cock in her hand. It was still thick and firm, but it was somewhat limper now. It was smeared with yellow and white and tan goo, and her asshole puckered and pouted in a jealous pique as she took the lovely big knob in her mouth to lick it and suck it in the most lovingly grateful fashion imaginable.
Carl chuckled and patted her head. "I don't care how good a cocksucker you are, you can't get it up again. Not after that butt-fucking. Shee-yit! That was the greatest, except for there at the end when I didn't get to cum inside your shitter."
"Nex time," she murmured, and slid her warm cheek down his slippery cockshaft, licking all the way, and savoring the mighty taste of their sex upon his flesh. "And next time we'll both be naked," she said, and resumed the hungry mouthing of his cock.
He laughed now, and he ruffled her hair roughly. "What makes you think there'll be a next time? You know, I don't love you like your schoo ooy does," he sarcastically said.
With his cock against her cheek, she looked at him with an imploring smile, and said, "But you love my asshole, big man. And you'd love to take some dirty pictures of me with that lovesick kid. You'll come back. Won't you, honey?"
"Oh, I might.' I don't really know why I should, though. I can get what I got from you from any two-bit whore on the boulevard."
She smirked at him and said, "You think so? You're all worn out now, but in half an hour you'll be wishing you were back here with me with this beautiful big dick of yours shoved up my ass and making me go as crazy as you are. You'll be thinking about my big old tits," she said, and showed him one of them, "and you'll be wondering what it's like inside my twat. I'm a good fuck there, too, Carl."
"Oh, yeah?" he said, trying to look bored, not knowing if he was succeeding.
She nodded, smiling. She had to have this big, cruel bastard again, if only to confirm that he could make her cum like she had, "I've got a nice hot cunt, Carl," she told him, and lifted a leg so he could see her place her hand on it and across it with luxurious invitation. "I could make it do tricks for a cock like yours ... if, that is, you ever get tired of butt-fucking me. You'll be back. You want to take those pictures. You want to see me balling that teenaged boy while you jerk yourself off, and then you want to mount me yourself from behind and literally fuck the shit out of me while he watches. You want to see him lick my cunt, so you'll get up the nerve it takes to lick out my asshole and really turn yourself on to sex
"Shut up!" he said, and rolled away from her and got to his feet. He was all flushed and hot with anger at her, and highly irritated with himself for having gotten another erection. It was so damned big that he had to stand with his back to her to work it inside his coveralls. When he turned to glower at her, she was still reclining on the floor, simpering confidently up at him, and languidly licking her lips as she gazed at the bulge in his clothing.
"You're nothing but a dumb old middle-aged twat," he said with vehemence. "You're fat and ugly, and the only good part of you is your asshole, and I already had that. Go on and screw your kid and get somebody else to take the pictures of you in your sexy red underwear and shit. The only time I'll be coming in here is to deliver your fucking coffee." He fumbled out his wallet, yanked two one-dollar bills from it, and threw them at her. "Here, whore. Go buy yourself a brassiere at the Goodwill for those baggy old tits you got."
He turned on his heel to leave. She laughed behind him, then made a lascivious, purring sound. He had to turn and look back, and when he did, he saw her sucking on one of her nipples and playing with her fingers in her twat. She winked at him and he cursed at her and left. He was only able to drive his truck for two more delivery stops before he went into a men's room and jerked off, seeing the whorishly beautiful woman in his mind's eye, wondering how badly she'd laugh at him if he went back to fuck her again, and wondering if kissing her ass would make him sick to his stomach.
Back at the diner, Anita didn't spend much further time sitting on the floor. She felt extremely dirty-and incredibly well-fucked-and so she hoisted herself up and tottered on into the little metal shower stall she had in the bathroom in back. She'd had two good sex sessions in one day, each of which had been something new and different to her. Making it with a young boy and getting fucked in the ass had been quite an end to the long drought of sex she'd gone through while starting her little restaurant. And now that the drought was broken, she didn't intend to miss out on her sex life in the future.
Certainly it hadn't been all good. She didn't know for sure that little Jimmy would be back, for instance, and the two dollar insult left behind by Carl was an irritant to her. She tried to look at that insult objectively as she lathered fragrant soap over her middle-aged but voluptuous body, and she smiled as she conceded that the two dollars was more than she took in on tips some days. She'd use that money and more, she decided, to go right ahead and get some sexy lingerie. Even if Jimmy or Carl never showed up for a dirty picture session, the alluring undergarments she would get would help her entice someone else into her back room. She looked at herself in the cracked mirror as she dried herself off. Sagging tits, wrinkles around her eyes, roll of fat around her belly-spending a few dollars on some deliberately provocative garments and makeup wouldn't hurt her a bit. Looking ahead to it now, she felt certain that both Jimmy and Carl would be back again to visit her, and she' even felt she'd enjoy being a porn model for the lens of her camera.
Anita's waitress uniform was a wrinkled mess by then. Her white cardigan sweater was adequate to venture out in, and she had an extra skirt in the back room. What more did a woman need when she was out shopping for underwear? She dressed and left the CLOSED sign up, locked the door and headed for downtown, just a few blocks away. Foot traffic on the sidewalks was fairly busy, and at first she felt decidedly uncomfortable wearing nothing but shoes, skirt and sweater. Her big breasts jiggled continually under their flimsy covering and her bare pussy felt alternately chilled and feverish as its still swollen lips brushed together with her strides under the short black skirt she had on. The skirt was very tight, and she could feel the rolling movements of her buttocks trying to burst seams as she hurried along on her sexual errand. She felt like an old fool, desperate and horny enough to spend her hard-earned money on silly things that she'd outgrown, all in hopes of having another orgasm or two with males who were nearly strangers to her. Still and all, when she thought of Carl's big cock sliding up her asshole and Jimmy's hard little pecker pounding on her clit, she straightened her shoulders and kept on going toward the little store she'd seen which specialized in provocative feminine under apparel.
As she walked, Anita drew some looks. Women faintly sneered at her, or else they looked at her with pity. Old men openly leered at her, men her age looked at her with frank disapproval, and young men avoided her gaze, for the most part. She looked like an unsuccessful whore and she knew it, but by then it was too late to turn back, for her horny old pussy was pulling her along like a big dog on a short leash. It was quite a relief to pass the last window shopper and turn into the Caprice Corset Shop.
There were three people in the shop. A young man in modish clothes sat indolently in a chair smoking a cigarette and looking bored. Behind the counter were two women. One was a striking, tall, flame-haired woman of Anita's age, the other a petite brunette with a plumpish, baby face and very long hair. The older one was giving the younger one a quiet dressing down. The young one looked close to weeping as the tall redhead shook a bejeweled finger under her nose and spoke words that Anita could not hear. She did not want to hear those words, for the public reprimand of the little shopgirl was embarrassing to her, and so she discreetly turned her back on them and gazed about at the storeful of both practical and bizarre ladies' lingerie. There were corsets and corsolettes and waist cinchers on display in a glass showcase and on truncated mannikins. Another showcase was packed with brassieres of various shapes and sizes, blacks and red and whites, with some pastel and flowered patterns. Some of these had matching panties, and there were dozens and dozens more panties on the shelves behind the showcases and on a display table in the middle of the room. Anita idly fingered the gauzy nylon and silk panties there while she waited for the shopkeeper's tirade at the abashed girl to be over with. The little garments felt good to the touch, they looked attractive even to her, and she could at least partially understand their appeal to the male animal.
Thin tight nylon stretched over warm and softly bulging flesh. Heavy corsets, straining to contour the female body into the heralded shape of the hourglass. Rustling silks that sent shivering waves of anticipation down the male's spine as they were slid off closely shaven skin. Yes, they had a definite appeal to certain men, like the bespectacled young man she'd passed on the sidewalk who was still examining the naughtily pretty apparel on display in the front window.
There were shoes in that window, and boots, black gleaming leather, for the most part, and all sporting ultra high, thin heels. There were dark nylon stockings on display too, as well as an array of both bikini and full cut panties, some brassieres, both padded and non-cheating, and corsets and garter belts and a few wigs. Anita wondered if there was anything in particular that held the young man's attention. He did look interested. He was in his early twenties, wearing a business suit and a tie and a short topcoat. His hands were thrust deep in the coat pockets and he was leaning forward to get a good look at the merchandise in the window. A few minutes conversation with him might provide Anita with some clues as to which sort of lingerie was most appealing to the male eye, but of course it wouldn't do at all to strike up such an intimate conversation with a total stranger, and he was far too absorbed in the display to be disturbed.
"Something I can help you with, ma'am?"
Anita turned. It was the little salesgirl. She was finally waiting on Anita, but she was looking rather mournfully at the tall, stunningly dressed redhead as her young escort held the door open for her and she swept out of the shop. The window shopper outside was looking at her too, and Anita felt quite alone in the shop for a few moments.
"I'm interested in some lingerie," she said.
The salesgirl looked her over. A slight smile formed on her lips and she said, "The lines of lingerie we carry are a little on the expensive side. Have you tried Sears, or Newberrys?"
Cold anger flared in Anita, but she kept it in check. She turned her back on the girl and pointed through the glass of the display case, saying, "I want one of those, one of those, and one of those. Some panties and hose, too, and perhaps some of those boots in the window." Immediately she said it she was sorry. Her temper had made her say she was going to spend more money than she'd intended. She felt ridiculous.
The salesgirl went smartly around the display case and opened it up. "What size do you wear?" she said, and took out the red bra Anita had pointed at.
"Oh, it's not for me," said Anita, flustered now, though the girl had turned attentive. "The things are for my ... my daughter. She's getting married, and, well, you know how certain men are about silly underthings like this."
The girl's smile broadened. "Indeed I do, or at least I'm learning. Like him," she said, and nodded past Anita's shoulder as the older woman held up the brassiere for inspection.
It was a 44-D, her size. It was made of sturdy crimson nylon, though quite soft and pliable. The outsized cups had their ends cut out so that the nipples of the wearer would show through, and it was through one of these strategically placed holes that Anita again saw the young man outside the store as she turned and held the garment to the light. He was staring hard at her, mouth slightly open, hands thrust even deeper in the pockets of his coat, clenching its folds in front of him. She was amazed and she was thrilled, for it was clear to her that the young man was sexually aroused, despite the passersby at his back, and that his hands were surely clutching a stiff prick through his clothing. She slowly lowered the garment from before her face, and his wide eyes followed its course until she stopped with it held before her big breasts. "He comes here often?" she said, as wildly impulsive thoughts flitted through her head.
"Once or twice a week at least. He must work nearby," said the girl behind Anita's lightly clad, slightly perspiring back. "Did you notice the way he looked at Miss Beatrice as she was leaving? The little creep, that must have really been a treat for him."
Anita let the red bra drape loosely over her breasts. Her nipples had become stiff and engorged, and their big ends pushed white sweater fabric through the red nylon. The youth licked his lips and chewed on his lower lip, and she could almost hear his soft moan of muted desire. Was it she he wanted or the brassiere? Did it matter? "Miss Beatrice is your boss?" she said, as the desire mirrored in the face outside crept deeper through her.
"Yes. She's my boss," said the girl, and now a new note of wistful desire was heard.
Anita turned to face her across the counter, certain that the man outside would stay where he was, and yes, the look of frustrated lust was there on the girl's face as well. She contoured the red bra to her breasts, and though the girl's thoughts were elsewhere, on her absent employer, her gaze was fixed on the big red garment with its two circles of thrusting white. "She was bawling you out when I came in. Why?"
Still looking down, the girl shrugged. "I think she just does it to show off in front of her new husband. I don't know. I'm so new here, and she leaves me alone so much and expects me to wait on people without any real training."
"But you're fond of this Miss Beatrice."
"She was very good to me to give me this job," said the girl, and her plump cheeks were turning the color of the red bra.
Anita pressed the bra more intimately to her bosom. Her stiff nipples poked through the holes quite sharply, showing faintly darker flesh through the white sweater. The girl's eyelashes fluttered and her hand went nervously to her throat. "What kind of training does it take to sell silly things like this to big-breasted women like me, dear?"
The girl was truly flustered now, and Anita was both excited and interested. She'd never had any contact with a lesbian before and wasn't sure this one was, as yet, but the petite brunette was obviously aroused and this in itself was enough for Anita for the moment.
She stammered some reply, and Anita said, "I suppose there's a lot of fitting to be done, expecially when it comes to corsets and such. Do you have private fitting rooms where you help women like me who have figure control problems?"
The girl nodded, troubled eyes flicking up to meet Anita's for a moment. She murmured, "Miss Beatrice usually takes care of women like those, women like you. But she says she's going to ... train me for that soon."
Anita smiled and patted the girl's cheek. She found it very soft, and exceedingly warm. The girl looked faint for a moment as Anita touched her, saying, "Too bad you're not trained now. But working with an apprentice corset-fitter might be interesting."
She had the girl worked up into a delightful state of confused excitement. With the back of her hand, she brushed the tip of one of her plump little breasts. It was warm to the touch, and it was quite hard, belying the girl's reaction. She simply turned away from Anita and withdrew a stack of red panties from the showcase, tossed them on the counter and said, "These would match that bra you're going to get ... for your daughter."
Anita picked up a dainty pair and stretched them across her skirted loins. She was as flustered as the girl had been now, for having misjudged her as a lesbian, and turned her back on her to hide her embarrassed look. That feeling, however, quickly disappeared when she looked through the window at the young man standing there with his mouth open and his nose almost pressed to the glass, gazing with unconcealed hunger at the scarlet nylon taut over Anita's ample loins. She bent one leg in the fashion of a lingerie model, and she saw him swallow hard. She artfully lifted her skirt a few inches, and his pocketed hands burrowed and fidgeted deeper into his loins. She slid the wispy red over her hip and turned and tossed the panties on the counter, saying, "I'll take these and the bra. And they're for myself, not my daughter. Now show me some hose and some boots and a garter belt and a corsolette. And be quick about it. I want to get back to my shop."
The girl took a deferential attitude as she did Anita's bidding. The young man outside watched with unabated interest as Anita fingered and examined the garments she was being shown. Frumpily attired, Anita felt like a stripper in a goldfish bowl, and she liked the feeling very much. Driven by the lustful looks through the glass, she selected more than she should have, and she had far more than she could pay for just then when her selections were laid on the counter by the cash register. The things rustled and whispered bewitchingly as the girl went through them to ring them up, however, and Anita knew she had to own them all.
She looked through her purse and said, "Oh, dear. I've forgotten my checkbook. Could I take these things with me now and come back with a check in an hour or two?" She smiled warmly at the girl she'd thought was gay and said, "There'd be a nice tip in it for you if I could. It's important that I have these things now. Someone's waiting."
The petite brunette smirked past her at the man at the window and said, "I'm sorry. Miss Beatrice would really put my fanny in a sling if I let you do that, ma'am."
Anita had to have those clothes, or at least some of them. And now she felt she had to have this girl, too, no matter what she was and no matter how she had to get her. She took a bold chance. She reached out and closed her fingers on the same nipple she'd touched so warmly before, but now she pinched it-hard. The girl gasped and tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn't move. Anita grinned, squeezed harder, leaned closer, and said, "I'm taking some of these with me and you're going to deliver the rest just as soon as you can. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss. Yes," she said, as a new tear glistened on her eyelashes. "But please ... you're hurting me," she said in a tremulous voice, not lifting a finger to remove Anita's hand from her titty.
Anita rolled the hard velvet ball cruelly with her fingers as she rattled off her address. The girl was nodding rapidly, panting, all flushed of face once again. Anita said, "Ignore the CLOSED sign on the door. I'll be in the back room. You be there as soon as you can with my new things."
"But I can't leave the shop," she pleaded. "Miss Beatrice would skin me alive."
"What's your name, child?"
"G-Gloria," was the reply, as a tear flowed down her cheek, and as she swayed forward against Anita's strong fingers.
"Well, my name is Miss Anita, and Miss Anita will make things very, very hot for you if you disappoint her in the smallest way. Be there," she said, and let loose of Gloria's little nipple.
The girl wilted forward against the counter. Flushed, silently weeping, there was sheer adoration in her young eyes as she murmured, "Anything you say, Miss Anita. I'll do my very best to please."
"I'm not easy to please," said Anita, glaring as hatefully as she could, inwardly hugely amused at having discovered and then utilized this girl's childish weaknesses.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anita turned on her heel and strode out of the lingerie shop, body seething with well-controlled desire, brain teeming with perverse thoughts hitherto alien to her. Bundles in her arms, she marched out the door and turned up the street. The young man who'd been watching her shrank back against the window, wide eyes fixed on her, and she collided sharply with him and let the bundles fall to the sidewalk.
"Clumsy fool!" she snapped, and at once he was on his knees, retrieving her fallen parcels and gazing soulfully up at her.
Silken red had spilled out of the tan paper bags, and as he fumbled with it, she said, "Careful with those! I won't have you tearing my new things before I've even tried them on."
Foot traffic was heavy on the sidewalk by then. Passersby chuckled and stared at the young man as he knelt at the woman's feet, handling her crisply frothy undergarments, hot embarrassment burning beautifully on his cheeks and in his pants. As much as he'd tried to keep away, he'd returned time and again to the corset shop to look and to guiltily dream. Now at last this encounter, an answer to his most secret prayers, and all he could do was lower his gaze to the tight black skirt stretched over her big loins and mumble, "I'm sorry. I beg your pardon."
Hands on hips, ignoring the passersby, Anita impatiently tapped her toe on the cement and glared down at him. He was young, flustered, totally unsure of himself, but he had a cock in his pants, and she meant to have it. "Hurry up, you. I haven't got all day."
"I'm sorry," he said, rising, with bra straps and red nylon dripping through his shaking fingers.
"Is that all you can say?" said Anita, and still giddy with the success she'd had with her forceful tactics in the lingerie shop, she turned on her heel and continued down the street.
The young man stood there stunned for a moment, watching her generously wide bottom swinging briskly to and fro. Then he started forward at a half-trot, dropping panties, picking them up, going forward again and not quite understanding why. The woman was old and fat and rude. She was making him late on his lunch hour, making him ashamed of himself for even thinking about cheating on his pretty little wife, but still he hurried on after her with his stiff, burning cock rasping against his shorts.
And Anita hurried on too, blindly confident that the meekly attractive young man was right behind her. Her buttocks jiggled and jounced under her tight little skirt and her clit felt as large as a panting dog's tongue in search of a water dish. A hot glow permeated her big bottom and her crotch that penetrated far more deeply than the mustard she'd just had on her body. Seducing that little boy, getting so roundly fucked in the ass, those events now seemed like mere warmups for the sexual happening she was leading this stranger into. All she had to do was to remain in charge of the situation-she knew this by instinct-and she'd more than make up for letting herself be treated like a two-dollar whore by that Carl character.
Her heart was pounding wildly but her face was impassive as she unlocked the door of her diner. He stood at her elbow, hands full of women's underwear and eyes full of fear and hope.
"This is where you ... work?" he said.
"Yes. Get inside."
She held the door open for him and he sidled past her. She smelled soapy clean, but she looked older up close. If he'd had a place to put down her lingerie, he would have done so and fled then, but now the glass door was locked and he was following her deeper into the very ordinary-looking diner where his chances of getting laid or hit over the head seemed equal. In a small, cluttered back room she turned to face him under the glare of a bare light bulb, and by then the aching bulge in his pants had dwindled to a thick, dangling itching.
"Here are your things," he said, holding them out to her. "I'd better be getting back to the office."
"Oh, no. You're not leaving yet, young man."
She jerked off his glasses and tossed them carelessly on the rumpled cot that looked as if gallons of semen had changed hands on it. He blinked at her as she began stripping off her clothes, and his cock started climbing once again as he saw her tits, big and fat and sagging, obscenely covered with huge brown aureoles, swaying heavily with the movements of her hands at her skirt. He kept blinking to clear his vision as she waddled her big hips from side to side and pushed the skirt down. Her belly bulged more vulgarly than her tits did, and the creeping hair of her twat was widespread and matted between her massively soft thighs. The fact that she'd been wearing no panties at all under her short skirt was a decided factor in returning his cock to the hot burning stiffness that had been consuming it since he'd first seen her through the window of the corset shop.
Anita stood with her fists on her hips, feet apart, glaring angrily at this stranger that she yearned to devour. "Do you want to fuck me?" she queried.
"Well, I ... Yes, I ... Yes, I do," he replied
"Do you want it bad?"
He ventured a smile, and he nodded. "Yes. I think that'd be just great."
"What's your name?"
"Terry," he said, inching closer to her gross nudity, fingers moving under nylon in search of the touch of her flesh.
"Well, Terry," she said, "You can kiss my ass."
She turned and presented it to him, standing straight, challenging him with her eyes over her bare shoulder. He moaned and said, "Oh, no," and he dropped to his knees and clutched her fat hips with his nylon-covered hands, and pressed his mouth everywhere against her huge buttom. It was jelly-soft, quite unlike the firm little fanny of his wife that he fondly patted now and then, or those perfectly round derrierres on exhibit in Playboy magazine, but a hand grenade exploding in the room couldn't have stopped the mad torrent of his hot kisses on it.
She grunted like a pig and said, "Shit. That feels pretty fucking good." She bent at the waist and put her hands on her thighs, jamming more of her sweepingly curved bottom up for him, and he moaned in a delirium of the weirdest sort, of ecstasy as his lips responded with even more feverish kisses.
"Kiss my ass all over. Everywhere. Inside and out," she said, and took a wider stance with her feet. "Ah-h-h-h. Oh, yeah. Uh-huh," she said, waggling and wiggling it for him as he burrowed through the deep, furry valley and found her asshole with his tongue.
He had feared it would be foul. It was not. It was sweet and soft and just plain sexy, and he thumbed her quivering butts aside and tasted more of it, in and out with his tapered tongue, cheeks being caressed by the cheeks of her ass.
"You horny sonofabitch," Anita said, breathing hard and not concealing it now, tilting and squirming her ass back against his warm, moist mouth and tongue. "A little more. Ngg! Uh! Oh, yeah. Yeah, here I cum!"
Cunt juice flowed and trickled down her jerking thighs. Her asshole blossomed out like a flower. Terry could smell it and feel it and taste it, and as he used his tongue and hands to eke all he could of her orgasm out of her, his prick began squirting heavily in his pants. A spontaneous orgasm. He'd heard of that, never experienced it. With no contact other than his increasingly wet shorts, his cock kept squirting the ache out of it, filling him with unimaginable pleasures, and he kept licking her out as she lifted her leg and turned like a ballet dancer.
"Keep it up," she told him, panting, sweating and taking his face in her hands when she'd turned to face him. "Lick the cum-juice out of my slit and then give my clit a good sucking and keep me cumming, baby, keep me cumming."
He was still cumming, too, but he still managed to follow her instructions to the letter, licking and nibbling his way through the flowing trough of her twat, finding her stunningly big clit, and then settling down on the floor to give it the tongue-lashing sucking that it so richly deserved.
"Ahh. Ahhh. Ah-h-h-h-h-h," she said, pulling him hard by the ears now and rotating her hips to push her clit through his lips from every possible angle. The first shocking, wonderful spurt of his spontaneous ejaculation had been followed by slower but no less enjoyable squirts of his jism, and now they'd all diminished and blended into a small, steady oozing of his semen, warming his loins, soaking his clothing. When the oozing stopped he could still enjoy the orgasmic tinglings flowing through his body as he lowered his mouth and foraged through the sodden hair and the slippery warm flesh for any of her pleasure spots that he might have missed. Her fingers had released his ears and she was taking deep breaths and sighing them out. He'd done a damned good job on her for a novice and he knew it. He hoped it had been good enough so that she'd have him back so he could slip his cock in her glorious old hole, but now he had to hurry and clean up and get back to work.
"You're certainly an oral sonofabitch," she said. "But that's enough for now. Get up."
He tore his mouth from her lovely cunt and staggered to his feet, with his prick already uncomfortable in his wet shorts. Before he could wipe his face she said, "Kiss me. I want to taste my cum."
Her mouth was dryer than her cunt on the outside, almost as sexy tasting on the inside. He felt her heavy softness sway against him, felt the strength in her hands that pulled him to her as she delved in his mouth with her tongue, searching and tingling, sucking on his lips and nibbling about the corners of his mouth.
"Tastes like more," she said, touching her pursed lips to his. "Tastes like lots more. Put my new bra on me now," she said, and held out her arms from her sides.
"I've got to go," he said, as he fumbled through the garments he'd clung to throughout his wild sexual encounter.
"The toilet's in there," she told him, roughly fondling her tits, squeezing out the big nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
"No, I mean I've got to leave," he said. "I'll be late from lunch. I already am."
"Then a little longer really doesn't matter, does it. Put my bra on for me."
She held her arms out again. "I've got to get out of here," he said, and hurriedly placed her other things on the cot and returned holding the beautiful new brassiere by its straps.
She smirked and chuckled at him and put her arms through the shoulder straps. As he hitched the straps up her arms, she dropped her hand to his loins and lightly flicked the bulge there, and Terry was amazed to find that his cock was stiff once again.
He put his arms around her to hook the snaps in the back of the elastic band, and while he labored at this she ran her tongue-tip over his lips, coaxed his tongue out, and they stood there fencing with their tongues with her running her fingers through his hair. Even his nostrils were sensitive to her tongue's moving touch, and all thought of work was forgotten by the time he'd finished hooking those three snaps behind her. But when she let him step back to look at her in her new array his brows knit in a small frown, for the lower swells of her tits bulged below the cups of the bra and only a small portion of her nipples could be seen through the holes in the ends of those partially filled cups.
He reached out to fix them and she covered them with her hands and said, "Get out of those clothes first. Every stitch."
He stripped as rapidly as he could, watching closely while her hands mauled and rolled her lovely big tits, not accomplishing a thing toward getting them properly covered with the peekaboo red brassiere. His cock was so big and stiff that it kept getting in the way during the removal of his trousers and shorts, but moments after her command, he was stripped to the buff, cock up hard, hands reaching for her tits.
She let him have them now, and she took his bare, hot cock in her hand, rubbed its head against her thigh and said, "Horny bastard, you creamed in your shorts while you were going down on me."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it," he said, tucking the big marshmallows into their crimson harness with shaking fingers.
"You've better have more for me," said she, and hefted his dangling balls, and slid her clenched hand up his cock to pull its throbbing head against the warm hairy hollow of her groin.
"I will," he promised. "I can feel my balls filling up already. God, you're beautiful. Sexy as hell," he said, carefully fondling the big hillocks of red, and touching the brazenly protruding nipples.
"That's it. Pull them through," she said, and looked down at his fingers working on her stiff brown nipples. "Am I as beautiful as your wife? That is a wedding band you're wearing, isn't it?"
He nodded, swallowed hard. He went on pulling at her nipples and she continued to pull and stroke his cock and fondle his balls as he said, "Yes. In your way, you're a lot more beautiful."
"Has she got big tits?"
He shook his head. "Not like these. Nothing like these."
"Do you kiss her ass like you kissed mine?"
"Never," he croaked, staring down at his fingers working on the red and the brown.
"But you do go down on her, don't you? You lick her slit and put your tongue in her hole and French kiss her clit till you have her going crazy with orgasms, don't you? Don't you?" she repeated, pulling insistently on his cock when he delayed his answer.
"She doesn't like it," he muttered, amazed at how hard her nipples could get in comparison to the softness of that part of her his cockhead was touching.
"But you like it. Christ, you must like eating cunt if you creamed your shorts while you were eating my old hairy twat. And you shot a lot. Christ, it's all over your cock and balls. It makes it all slick, like it was inside a pussy instead of just my hand. Does pussy taste that good to you? Is it that much of a thrill to you to stick your face between a woman's legs and stick your tongue in her and kiss her everyplace down there so she just can't help but cum like a goddamned crazy woman? Answer me. Do you like eating pussy?"
"Yes," he said, and began to shoot again. "Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s," he moaned, as his jism came squirting out through his cock and her hand to spurt and splatter on her warm, soft thigh.
She laughed and pulled him harder, stuck his squirting dick between her legs and kissed it with her cunt, then milked him against her thigh while he stood there moaning with ecstasy and pulling at both of her nipples at once. "You horny bastard," she said, "You're just shooting all over me. You act like you haven't cum in a month. Don't you even fuck that flat-chested prude of a wife of yours? Well, you can fuck me. With your tongue and with your cock, in my mouth and in my asshole and in my cunt-any place at all that feels like getting fucked at the moment. I like it all. Shit, I love it. All through now? Haven't you got any more of your hot cream for me?"
"Through," he said, panting, wilting, with his cock feeling sore and his balls feeling like they were made of straw. "Can't cum any more. Whew. Oh, Jesus."
"Get over here on the cot," she said, and easily pushed him over there and laid him down on his back. "I think you've got something more for me."
Anita sat beside him where he could get his hands on her bare ass, and bent down and took his cum-covered cock in her mouth. She wanted his cock in her cunt in the worst possible way. She'd had enough of his pawings and suckings for the moment, but she had to use her mouth on him and give him her butt in order to get him up again, if that was possible. Her cunt was throbbing, screaming for some stretching as she slid her hot mouth up and down his thick but flaccid organ. She licked his balls and took each of them in her mouth in turn, pressing his cock against her cheek, and wriggling her ass under his groping hands for his further delectation.
Still he wasn't getting hard again and still Anita's old twat went on with its throbbing and screaming. She hiked herself up and lifted his legs back, pushed her face between them and found his asshole with her tongue. He moaned and writhed under her stabbing kisses and his hands clutched more hotly at her ass, but still his prick stayed soft against her tits.
She sat back and tossed back her hair. Over her shoulder she said, "I'm going to sit on your face now and we're going to go sixty-nine till you're ready to fuck me."
"Sit on my face. Oh, sit on my face!" he said, and she could already feel his prick regaining its hardness as he helped her settle her twat down on his upturned face.
She didn't plan to suck him any longer than it would take to get him fully hard, but when he surprised her by bringing her to another fast orgasm, she stuck with his cock, deep in her throat then, until the waves of pleasure in her twat had reached a dizzying peak. And then, still cumming, she threw herself down beside him and wrestled him on top of her, gasping out, "Fuck me now! Fuck the shit out of me, you cunt-sucking bastard. Fill me up with cock and fill me full of cum!"
He slipped in her with amazing ease, until he was halfway in. At that point the pussy of the moaning, thrashing, orgasming woman closed like a trap on his cock. He grunted in surprise and shoved it the rest of the way in, and when he was balls deep in her hot, tight cunt, her lips peeled back in a grimace of gutsy pleasure and she began bumping him hard with her clitoris.
"Come on, you bastard. Come on, you cunt-sucking sonofabitch," she said, digging her nails into his back, taking the full length of his big dick and wanting more all the time. Breathing raggedly, he sawed it in and out of her. He was clinging to her tits for purchase and his prick was squelching wetly in her spasming hole.
"Harder! Goddamnit, harder!" she said, already seeing stars with the series of orgasms that were ripping through her heaving body.
"Trying. Trying," he panted, struggling in vain toward an orgasm for himself.
"Try harder! Cum, you whoremonger, or I'll never let you see me again!" she cried, and threw her legs up high, and jammed her heels down on his pistoning buttocks.
Then it flowed. His semen came jetting out of his balls in a hot torrent, bubbling up through her greedy cunt to her womb. She locked her arms and legs about him and snapped her hips up at him, grinding her teeth together and nearly sobbing with the intensity of her orgasm. He sobbed and gasped along with her until at last they both merged into a drugged state of total relaxation that bordered on sleep, and in a few moments more, it became obvious that Anita was indeed asleep.
Terry pulled himself out of and off of her and stood up. He shuffled to her bathroom, found the shower, and in a minute or two he was restored to wakefulness. The woman on the cot was snoring. She was sprawled with her mouth open, fat, gross, and even the red brassiere did little to enhance her appearance. Terry didn't even want to look at her as he put on his clothes, but he forced himself to do this when he was fully dressed again, with his eyeglasses on.
"My God," he said, shaking his head at what he saw. But before he left the sleazy back room of the diner, he took two twenty-dollar bills from his wallet and laid them on the cot, because he knew damned good and well that in a day or two he'd be hungering for this nymphomaniacal old whore again.
CHAPTER SIX
Young Jimmy had been thinking about the big blonde who had been so nice to him all that day at school. He couldn't concentrate on what his teachers were saying. His pecker was so stiff and hard and itchy all day that he couldn't keep his hands off it while he sat at his desk, staring at the blackboard, but seeing Anita's big tits swimming and floating before him instead of the letters and numbers written in chalk. She was going to let him do it to her again, any time he wanted, and let him kiss her pussy, too. At least she'd said that. But he knew how grown-ups had a habit of not living up to their promises, and he had grave doubts that she'd even let him look at her tits again once he was out of school that day. His prick, however, was still hard when the final bell rang at school and he hurried off toward the little diner where such fantastic things had happened to him that morning.
The CLOSED sign was still up. He peered through the glass door, and, finding it unlocked, he cautiously entered. He called her name softly, and, getting no response, he tiptoed toward the little room in back where all the mysteries of life had been revealed to him by the fantastically beautiful blonde.
He found her asleep on the cot, as beautiful as ever. She had on a weird, wonderful brassiere of sexy, sexy red, through which showed her big brown nipples, and that was all she had on. Her heavily curvaceous legs were sprawled wide apart, her voluptuously rounded belly rose and fell with her breathing, and triangled between belly and legs was her big hairy pussy.
He had fucked that pussy. And he'd kissed it. And best of all, she had said he could do it again, any time he wanted to. Earlier that day, Jimmy had thought he would never want to do that again. On leaving her diner that morning, he had been absolutely certain that everyone on the street, all the kids at school, and all of his teachers, could tell by just looking at him that he wasn't a virgin any more. The change in him was so profound, he felt, that he would be marked for life as a person who went around sticking his prick in any dirty woman who opened her legs for him. It had so bothered him that he'd sworn off fucking for a while. For over two hours he'd thought of Anita as a woman who had done a vile thing to him, but that had slowly changed as he thought about her, remembered how nice she'd felt and how excited she'd made him, and he had decided at school to go back and do it to her one more time, just to sharpen his memory of what fucking and sucking was like. But now, seeing how beautiful and exciting she was even when she was asleep, he wanted to crawl right up inside her pussy, pecker first, and happily squirm around in its warmth for the rest of his life. Licking his lips, rubbing the wonderfully itching bulge in his pants, he tiptoed forward and gingerly sat on the edge of the cot beside her.
She didn't stir a bit when he touched her closest nipple. It was very, very warm, and its softness now was as nice to his fingers as its hardness had been before. With a trembling hand, he very carefully traced the warm contours of her soft, soft belly. He didn't want to wake her up, partly because she was so tired from her hard day's work, partly because of this great opportunity to inspect her at his leisure and see more of what women were all about.
He hadn't realized how big her thighs were. Although they were very soft and round, he knew what strength lay within them when they were wrapped around his body and pulling his prick into her cunt until it all got so good that it exploded. He liked the hair all around her cunt. He Wondered if she cut it, or if it somehow stayed that short and flat. The flesh it covered was really plump. It bulged right up in mounds that fit his palm very well. The side of his hand fit into the slit of her cunt. It was amazing how many things fit into that part of her body.
He turned his hand and gently pushed his thumb in the slit, and she stirred just a little so he stopped and held it there, feeling her pulsebeat mingling with his, feeling his thumb growing almost as warm as his prick. He was playing with his prick with his other hand. He knew he should have both hands on her during this fine opportunity, but his prick itched so much that he had to scratch it, had to make it feel good.
Jimmy moved his thumb up until it was on that part of her he'd kissed the best, her clit, and her lips twitched in a dreamy smile and she murmured, "Oh, baby, yeah." The suddeh knowledge that he was giving her a wet dream made it a little hard for him to breathe. He cautiously pushed it and moved the ball of his thumb on it, feeling its delicate tissues thicken as he whispered, "Fucking and sucking. I'm going to put my prick in you and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you." The big pillows of flesh that were her hips squirmed erotically as she inched her legs apart, murmuring, "Crazy fucking. All the time."
All the time. At the thought of that, Jimmy had , to take his thumb out and sit back and catch his breath. He looked at the thumb that had touched her and he smelled it, and the smell of it made him feel a little sick to his stomach, but that kind of sickness was so weirdly wonderful that he had to slip his thumb in his mouth and suck it like a baby. He sucked up every bit of her funky flavor while with his other hand he ripped his pants open and fished his stiff prick out and gave it the few fast, rapid strokes that it had been itching for on its bare, hard flesh.
She shifted on the cot and flung one hand down over her crotch and scratched it hard, then sniffed in her sleep and lay still. It was then that Jimmy saw the forty dollars on the cot, the money she'd made at the diner that day, and as excited as he was, his respect for money made him tuck it under her pillow before continuing with his explorations of her body. He carefully lifted her hand, smelled it and kissed it and laid it on her belly. By the light of the bare bulb he could see the pink edges of her cunt as he bent lower and smelled directly of that, and with his lungs full of her terrifically penetrating perfume, he sat up and held his breath and gazed at her while he pressed down on his prick with both hands.
"You're beautiful. I love you," he said, and with one hand he parted the lovely fat lips of her cunt and with the other he looked for her hole. It was wet and slippery there, and he found it with no trouble and he pushed his middle finger right inside her. Then he laid his cheek on her thigh and breathed in her smell and gazed at her amazingly big cunt to his heart's desire while he slowly and methodically finger-fucked her.
One finger was not as big as his prick, and so it wasn't very long at all before Jimmy had two of them slipping in and out of her fuckhole. She didn't mind a bit, of course, and he had to giggle at the way she moved her big hips in apparent discomfort on the cot. He moved closer and ran his mouth over the hairy lips from where his fingers were to where her clit was, breathing in so deeply that he shuddered. Then he leaned back and got three fingers in her wet cunt quite easily while he licked his lips and watched everything he was doing. He was still jerking off, but very slowly, making it last, with the first signs of his jism showing under his hand.
She was even able to take four fingers in her cunt without flinching. It was getting a little tight then, but she laid there and took it while he slid them in and out, in and out. Her nipples were sticking up hard out of the holes in her brassiere, looking more purple than pink in the harsh light. He had half his hand in her cunt, and it had to be as big as a mare's cunt and that made him wonder to himself just how he and his little prick could ever begin to satisfy her. Curious now, and somehow a little angry, he tucked his thumb inside his palm and tried to ease his whole hand inside her. He really thought he would have made it if her legs had been farther apart, but as it was he pushed too hard and woke her up.
"What the hell?" she snapped, sitting bolt upright, tits bobbing and eyes glaring. "Goddamnit, what the hell are you doing sneaking in here when I'm asleep?"
"Nothing! I just ... You said I could come. I just walked in and found you sleeping and ... and thought I'd ... I'm sorry."
"All you goddamned men are so fucking sorry," she said, pushing hair back into place, jostling him aside as she sat up on the side of the cot and got her legs together.
"I better go," Jimmy mumbled, and he fumbled around trying to get his prick back in his pants without her seeing the shameful thing he'd been doing.
But she did see it, and right away her grumpy wake-up attitude dissolved, and she slipped one arm around his neck and the other hand into his lap, squeezed his prick softly and said with a smile, "You're not going to go when you have a nice big hard-on like that, are you Jim?"
"It's not so big," he said, trembling, shaking, feebly trying to hide it from her. "It's not as big as it should be."
"But we can make it grow," she promised, and gently pushed him back, and worked at lowering his pants. "Mmm, it's a lovely hard-on. Let me look at it and play with it while you play with my tits. You like to play with my big old tits, don't you. Go ahead, honey. You play with me and I'll play with you, and then we'll fuck. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck, honey. Sweet cock," she said, and bent and kissed its head as she extruded it from her fist. "I was having a really horny dream and it was all about you, darling. Want me to take this silly brassiere off before we fuck so you can have all of my tits? Do you? Or do you want to take it off for me? Anything you like, Jimmy. You know I'm all yours. Still love me?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" he said, trying to touch her everywhere at once, trying to overcome the clumsiness of his kisses to match the smooth, warm sexiness of her lipstick-smeared mouth.
"Then take it off," she said through her kisses. "Make me naked, like you like me. And then stand up and take all your clothes off, like I like you, while I lay back and watch you strip while I play with my pussy. It really itches. It feels so good. But it'll feel so much better when it's got your nice hard prick in it. You've got me so damned hot I can't believe it. I'm all wet down there and I'm getting wetter all the time. Touch it with your finger or kiss it just once and I'd cum for you, but the next thing that's going to touch my cunt is this wonderful hard prick of yours. Now you get up and take off your clothes, darling," said Anita, as he peeled her red bra down her arms.
"Here are your packages, you ... you...." said a voice at the door, and both Anita and Jimmy gasped as they looked up to see the small, glowering brunette dump an armload of bundles on the floor of the little room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Gloria!" said Anita, rising and hastily covering what she could of her tits with the peekaboo bra, while Jimmy shrank back against the wall with both hands over his bare prick. "I didn't expect you so soon. I...."
The miniskirted young salesgirl snapped her fingers and held out her hand. "That will be a hundred and twelve dollars and eighty-six cents-cash! There'll be no charge for my delivering these things to you and your disgusting little lover here in this sordid little diner. The money, please," she said, and snapped her fingers again.
"I better go," Jimmy mumbled, and began to ease himself off the couch.
"You vile, vile things," said Gloria, encompassing them both with a withering look of loathing.
"Please don't say that," Anita entreated. "Don't blame Jimmy for the things that I led him into."
She reached out to touch the younger woman, and Gloria recoiled in disgust from her. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" the little brunette raged. "YoU're nothing but a tease and a whore, preying on men like the one outside Miss Beatrice's store, and little boys like this one. You made me think you were really interested in beautiful things like these," she said, gesturing angrily at the litter of parcels on the floor of the cramped back room, "and all you care about is getting another male to put his dirty penis in you! I hate women like you, d'you hear me?!? I hate you!!! Now give me Miss Beatrice's money and let me get out of this horrid, horrid place!!! What you were doing with that snot-nosed boy is against the law! I've got a good mind to call the police!"
"Easy, Gloria. Calm down," said Anita, and held out a conciliatory hand.
Gloria slapped it and spat, "Don't tell me what to do, you frumpy old whore! By God, I am going to call the police!"
She turned on her heel and Anita caught her by the shoulder and spun her around, saying, "Wait! Listen, please!"
The little brunette turned and kept twisting and quick as a flash she had Anita's arm twisted up behind her back with her hand between her shoulderblades. The big blonde gasped in surprise and pain, and the little brunette chuckled as she twisted her arm and said, "I'm going through that door and calling the police, and you're not woman enough to stop me."
She pushed Anita away, and the brassiered blonde turned to face her, rubbing her shoulder, in an open-legged stance before the doorway. A grin twisted the pretty face of the brunette in the minidress, and she rubbed her hands together and then held them at shoulder height as she advanced at Anita in a crouch.
"Think you can stop me, eh?" she said. "We'll see about that. No cat-fighting. No hair-pulling or scratching."
"What?" said Anita, as she hesitantly retreated.
"Just straight wrestling," said the shopgirl. "If you lose, you go to jail for statutory rape of that boy-and you're going to lose, fatty."
With that Gloria threw herself at the larger woman and in a trice had her wrist twisted up in another armlock. Now, however, she had her other arm locked about Anita's throat from behind to bend the woman backward as she painfully twisted her arm. The pain was quite plain to see on Anita's face, and Jimmy watched appalled, but fascinated.
"Arrgh!" With a snarl of rage, Anita twisted free. Gloria danced away, laughing, in the classic stance of the wrestler as Anita circled her, rubbing her sore shoulder.
Quick as a snake, Gloria reached once again for that arm, but now as Anita snatched it back, the younger, quicker girl's nyloned leg flashed out and hooked behind Anita's knee, tumbling the big blonde to the floor with a thud. Immediately Gloria was down there, too, ignoring her modesty and her fragile hosiery as she lay on her side and quickly got a scissors hold about Anita's neck. Her panty-hose were now badly laddered on one of her shapely legs, and her short skirt was high enough to show flowered bikini panties under her panty-hose as she bore down on the blonde head between her smoothly muscular thighs.
Anita was on her back, kicking her legs and clawing at the leg that was jamming her neck. Her eyes were bulging alarmingly and her flaxen hair was in even more of a mess as she pulled at the punishing leg, succeeding only in shredding more of Gloria's panty-hose. Jimmy knew he should go to her air, but somehow he couldn't move from the cot.
From between clenched teeth, Gloria said, "Do you submit? Are you ready to give up already?"
"Ch-choking me!" Anita gasped, as her struggles grew perceptibly weaker.
Gloria laughed bitterly and loosened her hold, saying, "That's against Miss Beatrice's wrestling rules, too. I'm going to get my first wrestling win fair and square, and you're going to jail!"
Anita sat up, coughing and holding her neck in both hands, but before she could gain her breath to plead for reason from the agile brunette, Gloria had her powerful little legs locked in another scissors hold around Anita's midriff.
Now the little brunette really applied the pressure. Her lips were peeled back in a grimace and her legs, locked at the ankles, were shaking with the pressure she was applying to Anita's soft midsection. It was like two nylon-clad boa constrictors encircling Anita's waist, and though the waitress had powerful arms, no amount of pushing and straining downward at Gloria's legs was successful in dislodging them.
"Do you submit to me? Do you?" Gloria demanded. The sweat was beginning to form on her clear young brow, but other than that she looked extremely fresh compared to the panting, gasping Anita.
Anita determinedly shook her head. Her stomach was so tightly compressed that her nipples were bulging even farther through their holes as she got up on her elbows, teeth gritted, softly groaning.
"You will," said Gloria. "You'll submit to me just as I've submitted to Miss Beatrice so many times. Then we'll see how you like being my slave-girl, while your snot-nosed lover licks my boots."
"No!" said Anita, and heaved herself up till she was almost in a sitting position. But Gloria's punishing legs were still tight around her, and the pressure was applied with renewed strength until Anita fell back on the floor with a desperate moan.
Gloria laughed. She reached out and flicked a bulging nipple with her lacquered nail, then grasped it between thumb and forefinger and twisted it hard. Anita beat on the floor with her palms as Gloria pulled hard at the big rosebud, drawing it further through the hole in her bra. Despite the torture Jimmy was witnessing, his prick remained so hard and itching that he couldn't keep his stroking hand from it. He didn't know if it was Anita's bulging nipples or her big bare twat churning about or what, but somehow the threat of licking the dominant little brunette's boots hardly registered on him as he sat at ringside for the one-sided wrestling match.
Flailing out with her arms, Anita caught Gloria's dress and tore its bodice. "Bitch," said Gloria, not bothering to cover the flowered bra that had been exposed. "When this is over, you're going to sew that up. First you're going to write out a full confession of what you've been doing with this minor child, and they you're going to get some training as a maid. Like I did, but more so. Hmph. And if you think I'm whipping you badly, wait till I put you up against Miss Beatrice, with your little boy as the prize."
"No!" said Anita, and heaved herself upright. Hair disheveled, sweating, she pried and pulled at the legs about her waist as Gloria increased the pressure again. But now, seeing the futility of this, Anita made a mightly effort and managed to get up on her knees. She glared down at Gloria, pushing with all her might on the girl's nyloned knees. Gloria glared back, jaw clenched, compact body shaking with muscular effort. Anita struggled higher, and Gloria made a little squeak of alarm as her torso was lifted until only her shoulders and head were on the floor. Still retaining the scissors hold, she vainly tried to cover her crotch with her short skirt as the big blonde, snarling now, swayed back and forth and pried at those punishing young legs.
At last Anita broke the ankle lock, and at once she fell heavily on top of her opponent. Together they rolled on the floor, scattering carefully wrapped parcels. Fabric tore, hair flew, legs in shredded nylon flashed and scarlet-covered tits jounced as the pair of female wrestlers struggled for an advantage. One moment Gloria's little nylon and flowered bottom was on top, the next it was Anita's big, moon-like buttocks that quivered over the panting pair. Back and forth across the little room they rolled, while Jimmy watched wide-eyed, until at last the two pairs of shapely legs were tightly grapevined together and Anita lay on top of her more experienced foe.
Anita rose on her arms in the push-up position, straining hard with her legs, separating Gloria's. Her big tits glared down at the straining brunette too, as she panted and said, "Give up?"
Gloria shook her head, beating the floor with her fists, vainly grabbing at Anita's strong arms. "Uh-h-h-h," she moaned. "You're splitting me."
Indeed, it looked as if Anita was doing that very thing. Jimmy had a clear view of it. The crotch of Gloria's badly run panty-hose was stretched right to the breaking point, and Anita was stretching it farther yet with her impromptu wrestling hold. Anita's big bare bottom was rippled and quivering with her efforts, and her naked twat was only an inch over Gloria's covered cunt. And now Anita bore down harder, putting the full weight of her pelvis on Gloria's and squirming her hips from side to side as she split the girl's legs wider still.
"Do you submit?" Anita angrily queried. "Do you submit to me?" she demanded, though it was obvious that her greater weight and determination had taken all the fight out of little Gloria.
The small brunette looked smaller still under the shaking, pushing weight of the big blonde. No more did she beat on the floor and try to hold back against the forced parting of her legs. She lay there with her eyes all but closed, breathing rapidly and weakly clutching at Anita's big, fleshy hips as she murmured, "Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes, Miss Anita. I submit to you. Oh-h-h-h-h. You've beaten me. You've won me. Oh-h-h, what a match that was. Oh-h-h. Ah-h-h...."
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Anita grunted, and each time she did, she gave another hard downward thrust with her pelvis against the widely split juncture of the near-swooning girl's legs. Gloria's moans of distress had turned to crooning sounds. There was a look of rapture on her pretty face as she lay flattened under Anita's weight, trembling fingers feebly grasping at the soft white flesh that had her pinioned so completely. "Do you give up?" Anita demanded. "Are you going to be my slave-girl now?"
"Always, Completely, Miss Anita," murmured the vanquished vixen, weakly rotating her hips between the hard floor and Anita's soft twat. "I'll do anything you say. Anything at all."
Anita rolled off her and staggered to her feet, breathing hard. Gloria clutched at her punished crotch with both hands, closed her legs over them, sighing and smiling and rolling on her side, looking up at her conqueror with adoring respect.
"Get up!" Anita snapped and jerked her to her feet. She leaned weakly against the buxom blonde, but Anita held her at arm's length and said, "Stand on your own two feet, slave-girl. Get out of that torn dress and those ripped panty-hose before you show me what you've brought me."
"Yes, Miss Anita," said the little brunette, and with a small, superior smile at the boy on the cot, she shrugged out of the remnants of her dress and let it fall to the floor around her ankles. Her gaze was exclusively for Anita as she peeled off the clinging panty-hose. She took in every bit of the big blonde waitress standing before her, fists on her hips, glaring fiercely, belly bulging and nipples thrusting sharply out through the holes in her bra.
Standing meekly in her flowered brassiere and bikinis, she had a nice little figure. Anita knew from experience how muscular she was, but this was covered with an even layer of very female fat and extremely smooth, warm skin. Anita sampled this with one roving hand while the softly smiling girl stood before her.
"Do you wrestle often with your employer?" she asked.
"Two or three times a week," was the reply. "She's taught me a lot, but you simply overpowered me, Miss Anita. How can I serve you now? What can I do for you?"
Anita gave the temptingly rounded cone of her left breast another squeeze, then dropped her hand and slipped her fingers inside the waistband of Gloria's tight little panties. "You can answer my questions, for a start. Does it get you hot to wrestle like this?"
Gloria looked up at her through her lashes, coyly smiling. "I don't know. Can't you tell, Miss Anita?"
"Yes, and so can Jimmy. Jimmy, get up and see if our little slave-girl's got a wet pussy."
"No!" said Gloria, and covered her cunt with her hands.
Jimmy was already up off the cot, advancing a little timidly. Anita said, "Are you my slave-girl or not, Gloria? Are you going to stand still for what I want, or do I have to whip you again, even harder?"
"B-But...." Tears were filling Gloria's wide brown eyes. "But Miss Beatrice doesn't let her husband touch me."
"I am not Miss Beatrice, girl. Open your legs and take your hands away. Now! Christ, he's not going to hurt you. Jimmy, go ahead."
"Please, Miss Anita," said Gloria, a tear shining on her cheek now, But she placed her hands at her sides, and she parted her legs slightly.
Anita showed not a whit of sympathy for the hotly embarrassed girl before her. She stood back and watched, smiling, while her naked, teenaged lover came up and gingerly touched the flowered bulge of Gloria's twat.
"Feels really warm. Nice," he said, fingers roving up and down and to and fro, prick standing up very hard now.
Anita fondly stroked his shoulders as she said, "Feel right up between her legs, darling, and tell me if the crotchband of her panties is damp. Open your legs wider for him, girl."
"Oh, no," Gloria moaned, but she did as she was told. "Boo-hoo-hoo," she cried, blubbering into her hands, as the thoroughly interested boy slipped his fingers up between her legs.
"Damp?" he said. "Heck, it's just as wet as it can be! It's all slick and just gooey wet, Anita. Really soft and warm, too. Boy, these panties sure are tight on her here."
"Please," Gloria sobbed. "Don't do this to me."
"Let me see," said Anita, and put her hand where Jimmy's was.
Immediately Gloria's legs parted wider. Her hands balled into fists at her sides and she threw her head back, biting her lip, squeezing back the tears as Anita's hand explored her nylon-covered cunt.
"You're right, Jimmy," she said. "She's just sopping wet. She's even wetter than you got me, don't you think, dear? Feel of my pussy and see, darling. Yes-s-s, that's it. I like your fingers in my pussy and she likes my hand on hers. Before long she'll like it when you touch her, too, because I don't think she truly likes women better than men."
"But I do. I like you," said Gloria, and she grasped Anita's wrist in both hands, and pulled her hand harder against her twat. "I like you better than I do Miss Beatrice," she blurted. "She's never touched me like this. Only when we're wrestling."
"Hmm," said Anita, still dabbling with her fingers over the hot slick bulge of the girl's cunt. "And her young husband doesn't touch you, either?"
"Never! Please, Miss Anita. Send this nasty little boy away and ... and touch me some more.
Sh-show me how to touch you. I'll be so good. We don't need him. Please, Miss Anita, please!"
Anita stabbed hard with her index finger. It was right against the girl's clitoris, and Gloria gasped ecstatically and swayed toward her. She hugged Jimmy closer to her and said, "Dress me in the things you brought me, and then we'll see."
"Yes, Miss Anita!"
Gloria quickly got on her knees to sort through the packages until she'd found the one she wanted. She tore open its wrappings and held up a frothy pair of abbreviated red panties, trimmed with black lace, for Anita's approval. The kneeling salesgirl slipped her fingers through the slit in their crotch, smiling provocatively, and when Anita nodded her approval Gloria came forward on her knees, grinning triumphantly at Jimmy, and helped Anita on with them.
Jimmy had to take his hand from Anita's cunt for the panties to be snugged up. Gloria fitted them with meticulous care. With her face very close to her work, she fluffed out the laceedged slit with eagerly trembling fingers, nostrils flaring with the strong scent of Anita's heated flesh.
"Do you like to suck cunts?" Anita asked. Once again she was extremely hot, and once again in outward command of her passions.
Gloria licked her lips and swallowed hard. "I've never done it. I think I'd like it ... if we were alone. I ... I know I would, Miss Anita, with you."
"We'll see. Just a taste for now. Just touch your tongue to my clit. Jimmy, darling, hold my cuntlips open for her like a good boy."
He giggled, and Gloria paled as his fingers spread the slit in the red panties, then the slit in Anita's hairy plump crotch. Anita's big clit was there then, waiting, and Gloria's fists clenched hard at her sides as she thrust out her tongue and tremulously touched it. Then she backed off, eyelashes fluttering, looking up for Anita's sign of approval.
"Christ, she is an amateur," said Anita. "Jimmy, get down there and show her how it's done."
"No, wait!" said Gloria, and pressed her mouth hard against Anita's cunt. With her hands on the big woman's loins now, she spread the swollen cuntlips farther and tongued and sucked the hot protuberance of Anita's clit with such eager fervor that lovely orgasmic pleasures rippled through the big blonde in an instant. But still she was able to push the little brunette's face away and say, "Jimmy, show her what it's all about."
He grinned and got down on his knees. This was a boy who liked cunt, and made no bones about it. Gloria watched, looking-heartbroken, as with his thumbs he spread the panties and cuntlips and with his mouth he fastened on the big clit to suck it out for the attentions of his tongue.
"Mm-mm-m, yeah," Anita said, slowly rotating her hips and giving him more of her cunt, holding his head and scratching his ears. "Whew! A gal can't help but cum when ... ah-h-h-h ... when she's got a cuntsucker like you around, Jimmy. Oh! Oh, yes!" said Anita, and let the good feelings flow through her hot old body, with the cuntjuice flowing over his chin and down her quivering legs.
"I'll do it better. I know I will. Just give me another chance," Gloria pleaded, gazing in helpless desire at the slow orgasmic contortions of the big lusty blonde.
"That was beautiful, Jimmy, just beautiful," said Anita, and helped him to his feet. She gave him an open-mouthed kiss that Gloria wanted with all of her heart as she sat slumped on the floor, pussy throbbing, hot chills racing everywhere in her shapely young body. Young and inexperienced, the sight of this middle-aged woman with her teenaged lover was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, and even the stiff penis Anita was caressing scarcely detracted from it. Gloria had to have this woman, had to be her slave for life in order to know the sweetest, wickedest wonders of the universe, and to this end she hastily sought for and found another of the garments from the store where she worked.
"You'll like this, Miss Anita. It was just made for you," said Gloria, and threw off the white tissue paper that she'd wrapped around a stunning waist cincher. On her feet now, she managed to intrude between the boy and the woman as she held up the figure shaping garment, saying, "This red leather is very soft, and yet extremely strong. It'll do wonders for your figure, Miss Anita, not that you're not already a beautiful woman. I'll put in on and lace it up for you."
Anita held out her arms and Gloria got behind her. Jimmy stood back, looking on with wonder, rubbing his stiff prick, while Gloria slipped the red leather cinch around Anita's rather heavy waist. She held it in place with one hand and arranged it better with the other, breathing warmly against Anita's back, brushing against her constantly, touching her everywhere she could as she settled the foundation garment about her middle. She got down on her knees again to thread the leather laces through the holes. Anita's big backside was right there before her, and Gloria unhesitatingly touched it with her kisses and her cheeks. Anita had beckoned Jimmy forward again, and though this pair was exchanging warm kisses and caresses once again, Gloria felt certain that her worshipful subservience to the big blonde would prevail in the end. She knew the waist cincher would help her.
"I'll lace you up tight now, Miss Anita," said Gloria, and rose to tug at the laces, while Jimmy stood back to watch.
What he saw was an hourglass slowly forming in place of the bulge of Anita's belly. Anita stood with her arms held out, while behind her Gloria tugged steadily at the laces, cinching them up as she went. It looked as if Anita was having trouble breathing. Her midsection was being compressed smaller and smaller, and as it diminished in size, her big tits stood out bigger and more prominently and her lush hips and buttocks seemed to grow in size. Her face had gone slack and she was beginning to perspire lightly, but she made no move to stop the further tightening of the leather corsolette.
Gloria knew what Anita was going through. She'd been corsetted more than a few times by Miss Beatrice, and the process invariably stirred her to the depth of her bowels. With each further tug at the already tight laces, it felt as if her pussy was being pushed very prominently out of her to scream for attention. When Miss Beatrice squeezed out her pussy with the help of a corset, her pussy received no attention save from her own hands, but Anita's squeezed-out pussy would fare far better than that, if Gloria had anything to say about it.
"A little more?" Gloria breathed against Anita's warm shoulder.
"Yes. Yes," said Anita, and murmured a tremulous sigh as the supple leather was drawn still tighter about her waist.
"And now I'll tie you up," said Gloria.
She reached around the stiff-backed woman to fashion the lace ends into a bow on her tummy, pressing her thinly covered breasts against Anita's back, knowing full well how much the tight corsolette had sensitized her new mistress's flesh. She kissed her and hugged her and told her how beautiful she was, and she thrilled at the way the big blonde jumped when she gave her a playful swat on her bulging bottom.
"Now for your wig," said Gloria, and quickly took it from its box, with Anita watching her every move now, and breathing shallowly as she gingerly touched her highly compressed tummy. Her tits looked as if they were trying to come clear out through the holes in her bra, and now her glistening cuntlips could be seen peeping through the slit in her panties.
Gloria continued to brush up against her as she set the wig in place. It was an upswept wig of black curls, giving Anita an even more dominating appearance, though now her flashing eyes had grown limpid from the strange new feelings produced by the waist cinch. Six shirred red garters dangled down from it. Their chromed clasps winked and danced with her slight swaying as Gloria knelt to remove a pair of midnight blue silk stockings from a flat box. Anita did not call Jimmy to her side for support, but held onto Gloria's head as she lifted a foot for the embrace of the gauzy hosiery. And Gloria slipped on the stockings with fastidious care, bunching the delicate fabric in her fingers before sliding it up over the pale white flesh, stooping lower to place frankly affectionate kisses at the tops of the stocking welts as she slid them up Anita's warm, soft legs. Anita was breathing even faster by the time the stocking welts were clasping the fullness of her thighs, while Jimmy watched, still fascinated, but feeling far removed from the lingerie-clad women in the room with him.
Gloria blew her breath warmly against the lace-edged slit as she carefully snapped the clasps onto the stockings. "Do you feel nice in your new things, Miss Anita?"
"Yes. I feel ... very good, dear."
"And you look beautiful, perfectly beautiful," said Gloria, and placed her parted lips against the bulging slit, all gooey wet and rich with the redolence of female sex. She longed to kiss it as thoroughly as she knew she could, but not until she'd somehow banished the boy from the room. "The boots I helped you pick out will make you even more beautiful, Miss Anita."
These were made of black leather, high-heeled of course, with pointed toes and laced tops that rose to cover the muscular contours of their wearer's calves. Anita had full calves, and by cinching the laces tight about her ankles, Gloria made those calves look even fuller. She bent low to the floor, and touched her lips to the leather. She inched Anita's booted feet apart as she raised her lips to touch the taut silk stockings, entirely wrinkle-free and quietly humming with electricity. She could have purred with contented anticipation as she caressed Anita's knees with her cheeks, felt the growing softness of her thighs with her lips, and went on to place a circle of kisses around the welts of her hose and up and down each of the six stretched garter straps. Once again she teased the wigged blonde with her warm breath on her bulging crotch as she said, "Would Miss Anita consider sitting down now for her loving slave-girl to suck her cunt? I promise I'll do it right this time," said the kneeling girl, brushing warm flesh with trembling fingers, drinking in the beauty of the living flesh caught within the synthetic fabrics. "I promise I'll suck your cunt far better than that silly boy of yours ever has, if only he'll leave us alone. Send him home, mistress," said Gloria, "and teach me how to tongue-fuck you."
Anita bent at the waist and pinched the girl's plump cheek. "You're the one who needs some fucking," said she, "and I don't mean with just a tongue. Jimmy, darling, how would you like to fuck our little slave-girl?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Yeah, I'd like to fuck her," said Jimmy, coming forward with a grin on his face and his dick bulging out of his hand. "Could I really, Anita?"
"You could not!" said Gloria, and she quickly got up to face him, face gone pale with sudden indignation. "Send him home, Miss Anita," she said, and snuggled up to the smiling woman in the bizarre lingerie. She molded herself against Anita's big curves, fondling and stroking leather and nylon and flesh as she cooed, "You're so sexy and beautiful and all I want to do is make you feel sexier and more beautiful. I don't want a thing for myself, and especially not him. I just want to please you, mistress. Let me."
Jimmy had stopped a yard from them, licking his lips and rubbing his prick and balls. Anita stroked Gloria's supple back, ran her hand down till her thumb was hooked in the waistband of her flowered bikini panties. Moving her hand back and forth, she slipped the seat of those panties down over the ripe melons of Gloria's ass as she said, "You're my slave-girl, aren't you? You will do what I say, won't you? Jimmy would fuck you good. Slip that nice prick in your hole and make you feel good all over. He'd make you cum, honey. I'd help him. Stop acting like a silly virgin and lie down for us."
"But I don't want to get fu-fucked," said Gloria, clinging ever closer in her appeal. "I don't like p-pricks in me. I tried it once, and I just didn't like it."
"Don't tell me Miss Beatrice's husband doesn't fuck you," said Anita, as Jimmy -edged closer and Gloria -edged back.
"Oh, no. He just watches while we wrestle and things. Please, Miss Anita. I wouldn't mind if he watched," she said, with a sidelong look at the thoroughly ready boy. "But I couldn't stand to have him fuck me."
"Then by all means, don't stand for it," said Anita, and tripped her off balance and threw her down on the cot.
Gloria squealed and tried to get up, but the laughing Anita was right there beside her to hold her down with her superior weight. Anita sat on Gloria's belly, smiling down at her, while behind her she reached for the twat between Gloria's frantically kicking legs. She found it quickly, slipped a finger within its tight, fleshy lips, all creamy wet from her excitement, and found her clitoris in moments more.
"Christ, but you've a big one!" she said. "No wonder you like tight underthings. Is it as sensitive as it is big?"
"Yes!" answered the thrashing girl. "Don't let him touch me! Please, Miss Anita, please!"
"Lemme see it!" said Jimmy, and stripped down the panties from Gloria's flailing legs and got down on the cot to look between them.
Anita held the cuntlips out for him. Secure on her perch, she turned and said, "See what a big clit she's got? It's twice as big as mine. Give it a little kiss to say hello, Jimmy. Give it a big one, in facto."
He came forward with alacrity, and Gloria screamed loudly when he fastened his pursed lips on the juicy little man in the boat and waggled his tongue up and down its squirming length. "Eek! Make him stop! I can't stand that!" she shouted.
"Does she taste good, Jim?" Anita asked.
"Mm-hmm!" said the boy, as he pushed the slim, lily-white legs apart and burrowed his face deeper into the tender flesh.
The panic was going out of Gloria's struggles already. Still her pinioned body was continuously moving, but far more sensuously now as she moaned and pleaded, "Nnng-g-g. Don't. God, make him stop. It's only you I want, Miss Anita. Nn-n-n-n-g-g-g-g, make him stop!!!"
"Stop now, Jimmy. Stop and fuck her."
"NOO-O-O-O-O!!!" Gloria screamed, but Anita only laughed and began diddling her vacated clitoris with her finger as Jimmy got up on his knees, prick in hand, and came forward.
Gloria was close to cumming. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, there was a light film of perspiration on her skin, and she was panting heavily-but still she continued to struggle against the inevitable. Anita held her cuntlips open, watching with interest the approach of Jimmy's handsome young prick, and still managed to keep constant moving pressure on Gloria's oversized clit. Her hand was all wet from Gloria's cunt juice, and she smeared it over the length of Jimmy's hot prick. Then she drew it forward and introduced it into the loudly weeping girl's hole, unable to suppress a deep shiver of satisfaction at the union she was creating.
"Tight?" she asked of Jimmy.
"Uh-huh," he said, and his prick disappeared into the buttery firm depths of Gloria's cunt.
"Nonsense," said Anita, and placed fingers on each side of Gloria's clit and rubbed it nicely as she could.
"No, no, no-o-o-o," Gloria moaned, though her hips were already jerking in time to the rapid thrusts of the boy between her legs.
"Sure is tight and slippery! Sure is good!" said Jimmy, fucking away for all he was worth, but not getting full penetration because of Anita's position on Gloria's middle.
"Here. I'll get out of your way, dear," said Anita, and threw her leg over Gloria's torso and moved up until her buttocks were pressing the topmost swells of Gloria's tits and her open cunt was inches before Gloria's twisting face. "Better?" she said over her shoulder.
"Uh-huh," said Jimmy, as now his pubic mound could slam against Gloria's big clit with each of his full, deep thrusts.
"And are you enjoying it by now?" she asked of Gloria.
"No! I hate fucking! He's awful! He's ... MMPHH!"
Gloria's further complaints were cut off when Anita thrust her gushing twat against her mouth. For just a few moments, Gloria tried to twist away, but almost immediately she was munching and sucking on the sopping hot cuntflesh she'd been so eager to kiss before and obviously finding it greatly to her liking. Even her legs stopped kicking as she slurped noisily on Anita's big cunt, and as Anita inched forward for more of the inexperienced but avid tongue, Gloria's legs curled around Jimmy's back and pulled him to her till his balls were slapping wetly against her stretched anus.
"Oh, baby," Anita murmured, taking hold of Gloria's ears. "I'm cumming. Cumming good. More, Gloria. I want more."
"UH! WO-O-O-O-O! Me to-o-o-o-O-O-O-O!!!" Jimmy squealed, and from the way his struggles altered, it was apparent he was having himself a good one.
"Mmph! MMPH! M-M-M-M-MPH!!!" said Gloria, sucking and licking harder than ever, quite out of her head as the apex of this triangle of orgasms.
Anita obligingly held open the slit in her panties and her cuntlips for Gloria's tongue. Though the girl's brows were knit in deep concentration on her pleasures, her young face was extremely pretty, framed as it was between Anita's nyloned thighs. She had her hands on Anita's big, corset-compacted ass, pulling the wigged woman's juicy hot cunt up against her hungry mouth to get all she could of its luscious goodness. She was giving Anita a good sucking, and down below, Jimmy was fucking away like mad. Gloria was so engrossed in her cuntsucking that she didn't seem to mind the slim young prick stabbing in and out of her tight little cunt. And Anita certainly didn't mind it, not as long as the completely dominated brunette kept lapping her twat.
"God, that feels good!" said Anita, and Gloria crooned in urgent excitement and licked more ardently than ever on the flaming red flesh of the cunt at her mouth, "Just look at you, so beautiful I can't hold my cunt still for you. Your tongue's the same color as my cunt, and how I love that tongue! Use "., baby. Use it and make me cum. Oh, shit! Oh, YES! GLORIA' GLORIA' I'M CUMMING! NN-NN-N-N-N-G-G-!!! CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR ... FUCKING FACE!" Anita shrieked, jamming her gushing twat again and again against Gloria's inspired tonguing, fucking her face in time with the deliriously wild spasms of joy that were seizing her jerking, lingerie-clad body.
"Uh! UHH! OH-H-H-H-H!!!" she cried, and tumbled off the girl as the waves of ecstasy became too great to bear, and swept her into a state of near-swooning. She lay on her side against the wall, clutching her tingling twat with both hands, watching in a sort of trance as young Jimmy grabbed Gloria's tits for purchase and mashed his mouth down on the cunty lips of the girl he was fucking.
Immediately Gloria's arms encircled his smooth young back, and she hugged him closer still in their fucking embrace. Thrilled anew at the knowledge that she'd succeeded in breaking Gloria in to the joys of the cock, Anita said, "Put your legs around him too, honey. Get all you can out of your fucking."
Right away, Gloria's lovely white legs went up and around Jimmy's vigorously pumping hips. There were beautiful, and very smooth. Anita ran her hand over the warm, round flesh, quivering under the force of Jimmy's hard penetrations. She slipped her fingers down over Gloria's nice round buttock, stretched taut from the way her legs were elevated, and touched the furry wet lips that were being split by the boy's cock. Gloria turned her flushed face away from the eager kiss as Anita slipped her finger into the same tight hole where Jimmy's cock was. Limpid, worshipful eyes swept over her corsetted form, and Gloria moaned and said, "I love you for making me cum like this. I just love you, Miss Anita."
Anita laughed and said, "Jimmy had as much to do with it as I did."
She burrowed her finger deeper, drinking in the sight of the girl's intensifying pleasure, feeling now the hot throbbings of Jimmy's cockshaft as, gasping with ecstasy, he emptied his little nuts into the orgasming girl's twat, spewing boyjism all over the inner folds of her pussy.
"OH! OH! OH!" Gloria cried, hooking her hands under her knees, and stretching her ass back for all she could get of the hot cock and the wriggling finger.
"Fuck her, Jimmy. Give her all you've got," Anita said, thumbing the girl's outsized clit, there between the hairy sandwich of the two young people's jamming loins.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming so go-o-o-o-od," Jimmy crooned, kicking the old cot with his feet as his slender body flailed and pushed in the scissors hold of the pretty little shopgirl.
They peaked together for what seemed like a long time, and Anita felt certain that Gloria would have gone right on peaking had she not taken her finger out of her cunt with the withdrawal of Jimmy's spent organ. Jimmy rolled off her as soon as Gloria loosened her leg hold on him. He lay on the edge of the cot, panting and grinning happily, completely unaware of the adoring smile the recently fucked girl was casting upon Anita. Her fluffy cunt hair was flattened and wet now. One of her pretty little titties was exposed, for in the heat of his orgasm, Jimmy had torn her flowered brassiere. She'd been thoroughly fucked, and she looked thoroughly beautiful in Anita's eyes.
"Did I do it right?" Jimmy said. "Did you cum good?"
"It was wonderful," Gloria said, never taking her eyes from Anita's smiling face. "I like fucking-under the right circumstances," she continued, and softly squeezed the hand that had been toying with her twat while it was being fucked.
"I knew you would," Anita said. "And Jimmy's such a good little fucker." She was such a pretty thing, so skimpily attired at the moment. Anita felt proud to have her as her sexual protege. The possibilities of Gloria's further sexual education were intriguing to her.
"Want me to fuck you now, Anita?" Jimmy politely asked.
"No, dear. You're tired, and I'm not really in the mood for fucking at the moment," said Anita. She took her fingers from Gloria's to stifle a feigned yawn. Her nostrils flared at the scent on her fingers, and a vein in her temple began to throb as she said, "Matter of fact, Jimmy, I'm a little tired myself, and I'm sure Gloria is after that lovely fucking you gave her. Why don't you run along now and we'll take a nap. Do you feel like taking a nap, Gloria?"
The girl's fingers were inside the welt of Anita's hose, and her eyes were smoldering at Anita's languid gaze. She wet her pretty lips and tugged at the taut nylon, saying, "I should be getting back to the shop, but I feel so good I don't know how I can get up from this bed, at least for a while."
"I guess I better go," said Jimmy. "Can I come again tomorrow?"
Anita reached across the warmth beside her and squeezed Jimmy's hip. "Darling, you can cum here any time you want to."
The boy got up from the cot and began to put his clothes on. Gloria made no move to give Anita more room on the narrow cot, and continued to toy with her leg and pull at her stocking top and garter while Anita watched Jimmy dress. Anita felt decidedly uncomfortable and fidgety, but she couldn't bring herself to move away from the nubile warmth beside her. She didn't want to have a real lesbian experience, but neither did she want to completely deny herself any pleasure at all on this remarkable day when she'd broken out of her shell. The bizarre lingerie she had on, the infatuated and near-nude girl at her side, the beardless boy now putting his clothes on, all these things were so alien to her past hum-drum existence, and all of them were there to be enjoyed, if she chose.
Jimmy buckled his belt and Anita beckoned him over for a goodbye kiss. He leaned his hands on Gloria's bare flesh as he kissed Anita's open mouth, and as they swapped tongues, Gloria's fingernails bit softly into Anita's thigh. He kissed Gloria too, and an odd pang of mixed jealousy and curiosity gnawed at Anita as she watched his lips working on the sweet red cushions of Gloria's mouth.
Anita felt even more uncomfortable when Jimmy was gone, and Gloria could see this. The younger woman smiled and snuggled closer, now plucking at the laceedged slit in Anita's panties as she said, "He was a nice boy, but I'm glad he's gone. Are you really sleepy, Miss Anita?"
"A little. Did you really like being fucked?"
"Love it. It didn't hurt a bit. And it felt so good at the end, when you touched me down there, that I thought I'd just die. Your finger felt every bit as good as his prick," said the girl, and wormed her finger through Anita's fur toward her slit.
Anita's fingers twitched, then began creeping toward Gloria's cunt, but then all at once her old moral values came surging back and she quickly sat up and said, "Excuse me. I've got to get up. Got to take a pee."
Gloria's fingers trailing over her leg added haste to Anita's departure. She tottered across the little room on her new, very high heels, breathless and strangely dizzy. The red leather corsolette made her sit very erect on the cold toilet seat, panties pulled down over her knees, breathing still shallow and forced. Was she a lesbian as well as a child molester? Unthinkable.
Then Gloria came to the doorway, looking like a child herself as she leaned against the jamb. Her naked figure was very round and smooth, without a sign of a sag or wrinkle. With her bra strap torn, one of the flowered cups of her bra was down, revealing a plumply pink-tipped conical titty that need no support from a bra at all. Anita's mouth went dry looking at her delectable young curves, and she had to wet her lips before saying, "Can't I have a few moments privacy?"
"I guess this fell out of Jimmy's pants," said Gloria, and held out a tattered wallet. "There's seven dollars in it. We keep it, no? He'll never know the difference."
"All right. Yes. But get out of here so I can pee, will you?"
"No. I want to watch you. You're sexy and pretty and I want to look at you."
"Get out of here before I paddle you," said Anita, raising a warning hand.
Immediately Gloria turned around and thrust out her backside at the seated woman. She grinned impertinently over her shoulder, lifting an eyebrow and waggling her round fanny well within range of Anita's hand. Her buttocks were perfectly globular, and perfectly smooth. They were very white, without a blemish, and they were very deeply cleft. The shadow at the bottom of that cleft was deeper still, with a hint of fluffy black hair showing as the young shopgirl wiggled and squirmed her hips. Anita's upraised hand faltered, then moved forward to smooth itself over that perfect roundness.
"Ah-h-h-h." Gloria sighed and pushed back with her cunningly rounded bottom into the cup of Anita's moving hand. "Gee, that feels nice."
"It does at that," said Anita, slipping a finger down through that warm groove, confirming that there was a fringe of hair around Gloria's most accommodatingly presented asshole.
Gloria softly moaned and clung more tightly to the door jamb. "Your fingers feel as good as his prick did," she murmured, as Anita's hand slid further up between her legs to touch the wet velvet slickness of her swollen cuntlips. "I couldn't have cum if you hadn't put your finger in my cunt before. It was you that was fucking me then, not him."
Anita hooked a finger up the girl's hole and pulled, murmuring, "Bring it closer so I can see what I was fingerfucking."
"Oh, Anita, Gloria moaned, and swayed backward, opened her pretty legs and bent over at the waist. "Anita, fuck me some more," she begged. "Fuck me and touch me and do anything you want with me. You know I'm all yours, especially when you're dressed up like that. '
By ducking her head a little, Anita got a good view of her portege's cunt. It looked very young and firm, and it felt that way too to her finger. Her finger was sliding through very hot, very slippery clinging flesh, eliciting ecstatic little moans and sighs from the young shopgirl. She kept squirming and fidgeting her bottom, working her tight little cunt on Anita's long finger. The heat of her young sex smelled nice and fresh, and her bottom felt very smooth and warm when Anita rubbed her chin over it. Anita removed her finger, ignoring Gloria's muted whimper of protest, and wiped off its wetness on an alabaster thigh. "Turn around," she said, "and show me more of your cunt, girl."
"Yes, Miss Anita! Yes!"
Anita felt very confident once again, in charge of the situation, over her foolish fears and knowing where she was going. The girl, on the other hand, was all flustered and flushed with new excitement as she quickly turned about and thrust her pelvis forward at the level of Anita's veiled eyes.
"Well? Show it to me," said Anita, in a voice of command.
"Yes, Mistress," Gloria quickly said, and with an almost equal alacrity she spread aside the lips of her cunt, giving her seemingly cool observer a clear, close view of her big clitoris.
Unless Anita was mistaken, it was visibly throbbing. She placed her palm on Gloria's soft warm tummy and moved the ball of her thumb against the inch-long organ, and Gloria loudly gasped in what might have been pain, but what was surely ecstasy.
Anita continued to thumb it and Gloria continued to moan and move. "Oh! Oh! Oh, that feels heavenly!" she said. She was tilting her pelvis up again and again, pushing her clit against Anita's moving thumb in an urgent tempo. At the same time, she was rotating her hips, holding her cuntlips apart, and gazing raptly down at what Anita was doing to her. Even to Anita's eyes, it was a fascinatingly beautiful sight. She took in every detail of it until she had the girl right on the brink of an orgasm, then placed her hands on her nyloned knees, spread her legs, and began to pee.
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, no-o-o-o," young Gloria moaned. "Don't stop playing with my pussy now! Not when I'm just about to cum for you."
"Do it yourself, if you're in that much of a hurry," said Anita, and though her hands itched to get back on the girl's cunt, she kept them on her legs and continued to clatter loudly into the toilet bowl.
"I can't help it! I can't!" Gloria gasped, and frantically began to pull and push at her abandoned clitoris.
It was just what Anita wanted her to do. She wanted to have a ringside seat at the masturbation and subsequent orgasm of this passionate little bisexual, and she got what she wanted.
"Oh! So Good! Can't stop!" Gloria cried, with her firm young flesh quivering everywhere as her flying fingers brought her on to a quick climax. "I love to have you look at me," she wailed. "It makes it so much better. God, if you were only touching me ... I'd just ... Oh-h-h-h.
NN-N-N-G-G-G! Oh, Anita-a-a-a-a----"
Her words trailed off and her fine young body began to sag in the aftermath of her frenziedly delivered orgasm. She looked lovely still, but not nearly so lovely as she had moments before, fully impassioned and flushed with deep-seated yearning. Her juices had gushed at the peak of her orgasm and were trickling down the insides of her swaying legs. They smelled richly redolent of sex, and Anita shivered as she inhaled deeply, then leaned forward on the toilet seat and fastened her mouth on Gloria's clit and stabbed it with her tongue.
"Darling!" Gloria exclaimed, stabbing forward and up with her hips, clutching deeply at Anita's wig. "Oh, darling, that's wonderful!"
Anita had only placed her mouth there impulsively, and she'd certainly had no intention, of doing a real job on Gloria's clit with her lips and tongue. But now she found the sweet meat was delicious, and thoroughly exciting. She thumbed aside the puffy cuntlips and slipped off the toilet seat to her knees on the bathroom floor. She turned her head to get a better hold with her sucking lips, dimly hearing Gloria's ecstatic outpourings above her. This was something she was doing for herself, not for the girl. The textures and tastes, the vibrancy of that flesh, the very perversity of this act of female homosexuality was so thrilling to her that she was feeling each of the girl's shuddering orgasms as clearly as if she was on the receiving end of the cunt-tonguing herself. Gloria was jumping all around in her state of delirious excitement, squealing and humping against Anita's face. Her happy excitement was such that her slippery wet clit kept sliding out from under Anita's sucking lips. Anita couldn't take her mouth away long enough to command the girl to hold still, but she could dig her fingers deeply into the apple-round resiliency of her butts and hold her clit in place for a final sucking that brought a shrill scream from the petite brunette.
Anita let her go and she reeled backward. She was slack-jawed and quivering everywhere, weak from what was surely the biggest orgasm of her young life. Leave her alone now and she'd sleep around the clock. Keep her going and there might be no stopping her. Anita stood up and snugged up her slitted panties. "Come on," she said, and took the sex-drunk girl firmly by the arm and led her to the cot.
"That was wonderful. You were wonderful," Gloria babbled.
Anita cut off her words with a forceful kiss on her mouth. She pulled and tweaked at her bare nipple, and thrust her gauze-covered thigh between Gloria's legs to jam it against her tender cunt. She decided that if she was going to have a lesbian experience, she'd have one all the way.
She thrust the girl away from her and pushed her down on the cot, telling her to wait there. Those instructions were hardly necessary, for little Gloria collapsed in a sprawl on the cot, limp as a bundle of rags. Into the dining room of her diner Anita went and proceeded to the refrigerator there. She didn't give a damn who saw her through the big glass window. She took out a salami from the shelf. It was dark red, almost purple, about a foot and a half long and perhaps an inch and a quarter in diameter. Each and every time Anita had handled one of those salamis in the past she'd been smitten by its resemblance to a big cock. Now at last she was going to find out if it could be used as one.
Behind the cover of the counter, she spread her legs, parted her cuntlips, and pushed the nicely rounded end of the thing into the portals of her cunt. It was cold and it made her shiver, but the fit was good and the thing was firm enough to take the pushing it required to get it up inside her. It stuck going in at first, but by working it back and forth she was able to get the thick shaft properly lubricated so that in just a few moments she was sliding it in and out with satisfying ease. It was just flexible enough so that she could bend it up and feel its sliding friction against her clitoris.
She chuckled and murmured, "A cock that'll never go soft. Now to put it to work."
Gloria was just about asleep. She managed a languid smile as Anita reentered the room, then gave a little yip and sat bolt upright on the cot at the sight of the big dark thing jutting through Anita's panties. Horrified, she asked, "What have you done to yourself? What is that thing?"
Anita sat down on the cot and stroked the startled girl's brow. "It's good to see you wide awake again, my dear. This is my artificial cock. Do you like it?"
"It's awful," said the girl, staring at the big protuberance with frank distaste. "You use that on yourself? How could you?"
"Because I like big cocks in me. I like to be stretched, and you will, too."
Gloria vigorously shook her head. "Oh, no. Not me. Miss Beatrice has got a dildo. She's never used it on me, but she's threatened to. Just the thought of it revolts me."
"You're such a child," said Anita, running her hand down over naked curves that were far from being childish. "So your boss has a dildo that you're afraid of, eh? Have you seen it?"
Gloria nodded, still staring fixedly at Anita's loins. "It's huge and black, like yours, and it has straps on it. I hate the thought of it."
"A strap-on dildo, eh? Mine is better. Look," said Anita, and lay back on one elbow and opened her legs. She grasped the salami in one hand and slid it halfway out and pushed it back in, causing Gloria to gasp aloud. She held the big thing still and moved her hips, grinding the firmness of it against her clitoris and smiling down at it with loving appreciation. "It really feels nice," she murmured, looking forward with increasing anticipation to when she'd have it in little Gloria's cunt, fucking the girl's brains out with it.
"It ... doesn't hurt?" Gloria tremulously asked.
Anita slid it in and out, rotating her commodious hips at the same time. "Does it look like it hurts?"
"May I touch it, Miss Anita?"
"Be my guest," said the corsetted woman, and leaned back on her hands on the cot, legs apart, one knee comfortably bent.
Gloria timidly wrapped her little hand around the free end of it, stroked it up and down, feeling of its hard texture. She looked anxiously at Anita as she did this, and Anita smiled back at her. Somehow the thing didn't look so strange to Anita any more. It was almost as if she had a penis of her own, a long dark thing jutting out of panties that should only contain softness and warmth. Though Gloria was scarcely moving the thing, Anita could very clearly feel the soft strokings of the girl's hand. They were transmitted through a lifeless object to her very living flesh, almost as if she was on the receiving end of a very gentle hand job. It made her breathe more deeply and fidget on the cot for more, as the young, nearly nude girl hovered over her, manipulating the phallic erection between her outspread legs.
"Kiss it," Anita said.
Gloria's eyes were troubled as they flitted up to meet Anita's, but then without another thought the girl quickly bent down and placed her kiss-bruised lips on the round end of the thing. Now she slipped her mouth over it, looking up through her lashes for approval, and Anita smiled and nodded, transporting herself to what it must feel like to get a blow job. Gloria was breathing hard when she straightened up.
"It tastes good," she murmured.
"It felt good, too. Weird, isn't it?"
Gloria nodded, then tightened her hold on the long thing and drew it nearly out of Anita's cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," said Anita. "Total luxury. Push it back in me."
"In your cunt," said Gloria, sliding it back in and sending warm chills coursing everywhere through Anita's squirming body. "In your beautiful big cunt,"
"Yes-s-s-s," Anita sighed. Then, "YES!" she shouted, as Gloria suddenly went quite wild with the artificial penis, stabbing it in and drawing it out with great force and rapidity, fucking hell out of her companion.
"OH! YES! MORE!" Anita cried. She hadn't known how close she'd been to orgasm. Distracted by the idea of using it on the girl, she'd let her own erotic desires build up almost unnoticed, and under the suddenly impassioned manipulations of Gloria's hands, she was just as suddenly going out of her head with climax after climax.
Gloria was up on her knees on the cot. Her eyes were blazing wildly and her hair had fallen down over her face, her face was flushed and her titties were bobbing as she jammed that big thing in and out of Anita's cunt with cruelly fervid passion. She was bending the thing with the force of her rammings, but she wasn't breaking it. Over and over she drove it home, using both hands to jam it up inside Anita till its inner end was scudding over her cervix, then pulling it almost all the way out before driving it in again.
"Do you like it? Do you like it?" she demanded.
"UH-H-H ... I LOVE IT!" Anita wailed, as the big thing was slammed into her for the hundredth time, squelching loudly through her juices, ripping coarsely through her fevered passions.
And Gloria was just as fevered, though in quite a different way. "Bitch!" she said, most vehemently. "Women like you and Miss Beatrice! I hate you! You have to be the boss all the time! The only thing that'll satisfy you is a dildo, though! You take advantage of girls like me, you take advantage of men, and all you really want is some dirty thing like this! I'll teach you! I'll fuck you to death with this thing!!!"
"YES! YES, DO IT!" Anita screamed, tearing up the cot with her thrashings, throwing her big hips up to meet any of the deep, hard jabs that she could. "FUCK ME TO DEATH! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU FOR DOING IT!"
"DAMN YOU!" Gloria shouted, and stopped the frantic jabbings of the thing in her hands. She was so excited, so terribly overwrought that she was shaking all over as she stood on her knees between Anita's legs and hurriedly fitted the free end of the dildo into her little twat.
"Darling, you'll love it!" said Anita, and Gloria's pretty, young face screwed up into knots as she waggled her hips and sank down on the thing until her hairy loins were meshed with Anita's and the double-ended dildo was nowhere in sight.
"Enough for both of us," Anita panted at the girl's ear, as the two of them snuggled and squirmed, tit to tit, to fit the thing most comfortably between them.
"Use it on me. Fuck me," Gloria murmured, and mashed her mouth against Anita's crimson lips as the bigger woman began to move her powerful, older hips.
Fucking with an artificial penis came quite naturally to them. Together they wallowed and rolled on the cot with the flexible shaft pistoning between them. It was flexible enough so that it rubbed against both clits as they moved on it, and each movement increased their female heat until the room was filled with the smell of hot sex and the moans and groans of deepest passion. They shared orgasm after orgasm as they impaled each other on the lovely long thing. Anita lost her wig and Gloria lost the remnants of her flowered brassiere, and still they moved their fevered loins on the thing that held them together. Time and again their pulpy mouths came together for torrid, tonguing kisses, while down below their nubile hips drove the thing in and out of each other's drooling cunts with constantly increasing pleasure. They might have literally fucked themselves to death had not Carl made his second surprise appearance of the day.
All day long the big delivery man had been unable to get the blowzy blonde waitress out of his thoughts. All day long he'd seen more attractive women walking the streets, but he knew all that time that none of those younger ones had the big, mature heat of passion that he'd discovered in Anita. And so he'd gone home after work and gotten his camera, hoping to confirm on film what he'd learned at first hand that morning, then hoping to get more of the wild old body of the big blonde. He knew he'd get her to pose for him and to suck him and fuck him, even if he had to beat her up to do it. He didn't know what a crazy, sexed-up scene he'd encounter there in the back room of the little diner.
Anita was fucking a girl! The big blonde was all decked out in the craziest, sexiest sort of lingerie, and that would have been inspirational enough to his hard cock, but the sight of her getting it on with a plump little teenaged girl was just incredibly exciting. Carl only allowed himself a few seconds to recover from the shock of it before whipping the lens cover off the camera and going to work with it.
Quite jubilant about his good fortune, he snapped picture after picture of the two females thrashing in perverse ecstasy on the cot. With all his heart, he longed to rip off his coveralls and throw himself on top of the tangle of arms and legs and tits and asses, but instead he held back and used that camera to his best advantage. He'd taken half a dozen pictures before they even noticed him, that's how crazy for sex these two were. They reeked of it, and their orgasmic outcries alone would have been enough to make his prick swell up, but he was actually seeing it happen, and recording it on film.
"Who's he? My God, there's a man in here, Anita!" said the younger one, cringing for protection from the lens behind Anita's huge hips.
"Damn! That bastard's back!" said Anita, puffing and panting, with her hips still trying to eke out one more orgasm from the lovely new form of sex she and her protege' had discovered.
"Yeah, the bastard's back and he's got you just where he wants you," Carl chortled from behind the clicking lens. "Once I get these pictures developed, I got fucking rights on you forever, Blondie. And the same goes for your little gal friend," he said, swatting Gloria on the ass, then sitting back on the floor for another shot of the two as they rolled away from each other.
The young one was crying, and Anita was lying back breathing deeply, with what looked like a wet salami sticking up out of her twat. He giggled as he took another shot of them from floor level, then stood up for yet another taken from above. The girl was weeping loudly and Anita was glaring at him with smoldering hatred. He felt like a king as he sat back on the floor to rewind the finished roll of film which he'd soon use to blackmail the pair with.
"Free eats and free fucking from now on," he said. "Not a bad day's work. Man oh man, what a time I'm gonna have me from here on out. You know the first thing I'm gonna do? I'm gonna butt-fuck your little girl friend, Anita, and you're gonna stick my dick in her for me. How d'ya like that, hah?"
Gloria's wailings increased in volume, and Anita sat up and swung her nyloned legs down off the cot. She said, "We wouldn't like that at all. Right, Gloria?"
"No-o-o-o-o," Gloria moaned, and resumed her blubbering.
"Gloria, hah?" said Carl. "So that's yer name.
Well, Gloria, get yerself ready for a little butt-fucking. It's gonna hurt at first, but you'll get to like it just like your lesbian momma did. Anita, get me the jar of mustard."
Anita sighed and picked up her dark wig, put it on her head and fitted it into place. She patted Gloria's fanny and told her to stop crying and get up, and Gloria sat up, wailing, "What are we going to do? Oh, why did I ever come here?"
"Stop your whimpering," said Anita. "Thanks to Miss Beatrice's training, you know very well we can take him."
"Take me? What do you mean, take me?" said Carl, already unbuttoning his overalls in anticipation of his second anal intercourse of the day.
Gloria looked at Anita, wiped her eyes, and managed a small smile. "I suppose we could at that," she said. "It just never occurred to me to do it with a man."
"Fucking lesbians," Carl sneered. "From now on you're gonna have a lot of sex with a man, and I'm gonna be that man. Turn around and spread your cheeks, honey," he said, baring a cock that was thicker than the salami, though of course not as long.
He rose from the floor with it in his hand, stroking it and leering at the two women. They too arose, smiling back at him now, and he let his coveralls faU to the floor, revealing his muscular body and the sac of balls that hung like a bull's nuts between his hairy legs. He reached out for the pretty brunette, wanting to touch that firmly tender young flesh with his calloused hands before jamming his aching prick into it, and as he reached out, the girl's hand came out to meet his. From the corner of his eye he saw Anita take the phony dick out of her twat, and then-WHAP!-she'd hit him with it.
As quick as a flash he'd been spun about, and his hand was pinioned up between his shoulderblades. It was the surprise of the attack that had gotten to him, and he knew very well he could subdue them very easily. But the coveralls around his ankles were getting in his way, and as he cursed them and tried to turn back at them, his feet caught in the strong cotton folds and he fell heavily to the floor. The fall stunned him for just a moment. Then the breath was knocked out of him, for a hundred pounds of naked girl fell on top of him, driving his hand farther up his back and emptying his lungs. He managed to roll over on his back, then had to lie there gasping for a few moments, and in those few moments the short battle was lost completely.
Anita came over and sat on him. She came right over and plumped her butt down on his face, obliterating the little world of the shabby room with the smothering softness of fetid flesh and damp nylon. Gloria was sitting on his stomach. She could release her hold on his arm now, and he was still quite helpless under their combined weights. The heavy flesh on his face prevented him from taking a full breath, although he could still hear and feel everything that was going on as he lay weakly thrashing on the floor.
"A little wrestling practice comes in handy," said Gloria, overjoyed at their easy victory.
"We'll have to hold him down while we take all the fight out of him," Anita said, squirming her bottom on his face as he feebly tried to push her off of him.
"He's sure got a big thing," said Gloria, giggling and wrapping both hands around his cock.
"Too big for your pretty fanny, my dear. At least for now. Think we should cut it off?"
"Mmph!" said Carl, frantically shaking his head as best he could under the wet, warm weight of ass and cunt flesh.
"Aw, that'd be a shame. Look, Anita. When I milk it like this, it makes cream come out of it."
"Try some. It tastes good."
Carl heard a giggle and felt a warm wet mouth descend over his cockhead and a tongue swirl over its velvety hot flesh. He was getting a blow job whether he liked it or not, and it would have been terrific if it hadn't been for the fact that he was being suffocated.
"It does taste good," said little Gloria, licking her pretty lips and settling more comfortably astraddle the man's belly.
"Have all you want of it," Anita told her. She too shifted her weight on Carl. She raised up long enough for him to gasp a double lungful of air, then settled her juicy big slit down over his nose and mouth. Though he pushed as hard as he could against her buttocks, he couldn't lift her weight. In desperation, he pushed with his tongue, too. He stabbed it out into the velvety wet cuntflesh, tasting fully of its strong, rank flavor, and found it to be delicious. Now his hands encircled those heavy hips and his tongue was searching for more of the succulent flesh as the other woman got serious about sucking his dick.
Carl's mouth was feeling good to Anita, and Gloria's back was looking good. The two of them were both straddling him, facing his feet. As he sucked on her cunt, Anita could pat and fondle Gloria's cute little round buttocks and stroke her smooth back while the girl's head bobbed over their captive's cock. She considerately relieved the man of a portion of her weight as his mouth demonstrated his increased desire for cooperation, admiring Gloria's figure with her hands, enjoying the novice's tongue in her cunt.
Carl's fingers dug into Anita's thighs, and his powerful body arched and squirmed up off the floor. Gloria started to draw back, but Anita pushed her head down, saying, "Eat it up, honey. This is no time to stop now."
"Mmph! Mmph! Mm-mm-mm-m," said Gloria, quickly recovering from the first hot jet of semen that had come gushing into her mouth, and quickly finding it palatable enough to suck up and gobble down with piggy gusto.
"It is good!" she exclaimed, with a look of pleased wonder over her shoulder at her friend. She licked a fleck of white from her pretty lips and said, "I like it just as much as I like pussy!"
"I do too," said Anita, wriggling her bottom to inspire Carl to his former ardor now that he'd creamed in Gloria's mouth. "But there's something I like better yet."
"What can be better than cocks and cunts?" said Gloria.
"A special cock. A young one. But you've got a special one of your own, and I'd suggest you get it in you before it goes soft."
"You're right!" said the enthusiastic girl, and turned around on Carl's body.
He was hardly moving now. His tongue was all but inactive in Anita's twat, but it stirred once again when Gloria was sitting on top of his thighs, and laughing as she embraced his big cock between her pretty tits.
"It's such a big one!" she said.
"Size isn't everything," Anita told her. "But you'd best climb on it while you can, if you're not tired."
"Who could get tired of sex?" Gloria said with wide-eyed surprise, and gave the big wet cock in her possession another fond kiss before rising up with it in both hands and directing its big blunt snout at her pretty little cunt.
It seemed to take a long time going in. Anita watched with Gloria as the girl wriggled her svelte hips and sank down on the lovely big thing. It split her pink cuntlips quite thoroughly as Anita held them open for her, and her sighs and moans of contentment were lovely to hear, until at last she was settled firmly on the man's loins with every bit of his big cock up inside her tummy.
Gloria played with her titties while she squirmed like a happy puppy on her prize. Her pretty face was flushed and her eyes were shining with happiness. She drank in the sight of Anita's lovely, lingerie-contoured body with her eyes and she bent forward and kissed each protuberant nipple as she said, "I just love you, Anita. You're my very favorite person in all the world. How can I ever thank you for giving me all you did today? For showing me what fun there is to be had in life?"
"Stay with me. That's how."
"Oh, I will! Forever and ever, if I can. After spending this afternoon with you, I never want to go back to Miss Beatrice, if I can afford it."
"You can afford it. I'll see to that. But now, give me a big kiss and help me cum with you."
Carl couldn't see what was going on above him, but he could imagine it. The two passionate and lovely women were leaning forward at each other, mouths open, swirling tongues together. They were fondling each other's tits and squirming with happiness, and he was doing a bit of squirming too. He had his cock in the nicest, tightest cunt he'd ever imagined could exist, and he was being further treated with more deliciously succulent cunt that covered his lapping tongue. The ejaculation he'd just had in Gloria's mouth had been spectacular, but it couldn't compare with the one that was building up in his balls just then. It had started at his tongue, when he'd felt the tremors and twitches of orgasmic pleasure rippling through the cunt he was sucking. Then it had swept down his spine to linger and build up in his nuts. And now, feeling the spasmodic contractions of Gloria's delightful little cunt abuilding all around his shaft and cockhead, his cum juice came gushing forth in a torrent to spew and shoot up her hole and to add to the giddy pleasures felt by the two embracing women who held him such happy prissoner there on the floor. He shot and shot, until the creamy white stuff overflowed Gloria's cunt and drooled down and out to mix with her juices, saturating his pubic hair. The last of her sweet squirmings whipped up their sex juice cocktail to a froth, and when at last this dynamic duet of nymphos rolled off him, all he could do was smile a silly smile and lie exactly where he was on the floor.
"Had enough for today?" Anita asked her near-swooning friend.
"Yes ... but just for today. Oh, Anita, d'you really think we could be together here? I'd work hard for you."
"Hard work hasn't gotten me very far. What we need is some money, a second source of income. Like this," she said, and took Carl's wallet out of his coveralls. She riffled through its contents and said, "Thirty-six dollars. More than I make serving coffee and donuts some days."
"Take it," said Carl, with a weak wave of his hand.
"And we got seven dollars from Jimmy!" Gloria reminded her.
"And two more from Carl earlier today."
Gloria clapped her hands. "And look! Here's another forty dollars on the cot! We're rich!"
"Hmph. Terry must have left that."
"Terry? Who's he?" Gloria asked.
"The one I picked up outside the place where you used to work, dear."
"Ooo! I'd like to meet him."
"You will. I'm sure he'll be back, and perhaps not alone. You know, we might do pretty well here, you and I."
"Then I can work here with you? Can I, Miss Anita?"
Anita pinched her plump cheek. "Will you be good, and do as I tell you?"
"Always! And I can help! I have good ideas too. Between us, we can really make a nice little place out of your diner."
Carl weakly waved his hand, and muttered, "Lemme know if you need any help."
Anita squeezed his big cock, limp now, thoroughly satisfied, and said, "We need all the help we can get, big boy."
CHAPTER TEN
It was one month later when young Ralph entered Anita's Diner. It was a bright and cheery place, painted a fresh yellow, attended to by a pair of waitresses, frequented by three or four relaxed and convivial male customers. Ralph wasn't interested in the customers. It was the waitresses who held his fifteen-year-old attention as they moved along behind the counter, serving food and drink, laughing and chatting with the customers. Both of them looked pretty darned good to him. Each was dressed in a short-skirted uniform of starched pink cotton that rustled crisply as they walked. Their uniforms had low, square-cut bodices, exposing the creamy upper mounds of their breasts and the deep clefts between their softly jiggling mammary mounds. One of the waitresses was young and very cute, with dark hair, a button nose, and a doll-like face and figure. A little plastic plaque on her left titty said, "Hi! I'm Gloria." Ralph thought she was just about the sexiest woman he'd ever seen in his life, and if half of what he'd heard about this place was true, he was right about her being so sexy. The other waitress had a similar badge on that said her name was Anita. She was a big, buxom blonde, with a lot of smile on her face that went with the winks and the banter she exchanged with the customers at the counter. She was probably once a beautiful woman, and she was still pretty good-looking, but the wrinkles around her mascaraed eyes made Ralph turn his gaze back to Gloria again and again.
He ordered a coke and a donut. He toyed with his food as much as he could, secretly ogling the two waitresses, hoping that what he'd heard about them was true, but knowing in his heart that it was not. Whether the rumor was true or false, those two were something to look at. They made his prick as hard as a rock and as itchy as poison oak. His hard cock made a tent of his pants as he sat carefully sipping his coke, and from time to time he had to adjust his pants, hoping no one noticed.
Some of the customers left, and others came in. Both Gloria and Anita favored him with a smile from time to time, but by now he was far too nervous and bashful to return it. He would just have to sit there and see what he could of them, smell their strong perfume wafting by him, and then leave and beat his meat again. The rumors were false. These two didn't run any sort of a whore house here. It was just a rotten rumor they'd started themselves to lure horny young guys like himself inside.
Ralph was about to leave the place when he saw that they were talking about him. There were no other customers in the place now, and the two pink-clad waitresses were leaning against the far end of the counter, looking at him and talking softly and giggling from time to time. His cheeks felt hot, both from embarrassment and anger. He was just about to get up and stalk out when the younger, prettier one knocked a spoon off the counter, turned and bent to pick it up. Halfway out of his stool, Ralph froze. Bending over had hiked up the back of her skirt ... and she hadn't a stitch on under the pink cotton!
His eyes were bugged out and his mouth was hanging open. He felt himself slowly sink down in the chair as he went on staring at the milk-white mounds of Gloria's bottom, beautifully rounded, delicately contoured, deeply cleft and shadowed. She straightened up slowly, smoothed down her skirt, and when he could bring himself to look at her face again, she was smiling crookedly at him and looking straight back into his eyes.
She sauntered toward him, and he didn't know whether to run or stay where he was. Even in the confined space behind the counter, there was an incredible hit to her hip-swinging. She came right up to him, crossed her arms on the counter-top and rested her breasts on her arms. The cleavage deepened, the creamy tits almost fell out on the formica. Her smile was the wickedest, most wonderful thing in the world as she purred, "Is there anything else I can do for you, honey?"
He stammered and said, "I ... Somebody told me ... What I mean to say is I got some money and ... and...."
She laughed and gave his nose a tweak. "And you want to spend your money here, do you? How sweet."
He nodded, on fire with desire, exultant that he was at last in a place with a woman who could put that fire out for a while.
"Fine," said she. "And which of us would you like to spend your hard-earned money on?"
"Y-you!" he declared, recalling in detail each of the contours of her bare bottom, that part of her that was only approached in loveliness by her close, smiling face. He could see himself lying with this fantastic Hy beautiful and sexy woman, freely giving her his virginity, and he looked forward to that with all his young heart-but then he chanced to glance in the direction of the other one, and his little fantasy world did an abrupt about-face.
The old blonde was still leaning against the counter, smiling at him with a mixture of insolence and vast knowledge of him. One of her hips jutted out and her hand was resting on that hip. In placing her hand there she'd hiked up her pink skirt, so that her hip was quite bare, and so were her loins. Like the other waitress, she didn't have a thing on underneath her skirt, but unlike the other waitress, she was facing Ralph. He rose slowly from the stool, the better to see her cunt.
Her hand slid down over her hip to squeeze the softness of her belly, and Ralph slid off the stool. Her hair was dark blonde and thick, a furry triangle that led down between her heavy, fleshy legs. She moved her hand down to squeeze the curved triangle of fur, to scratch it a bit, and Ralph's hip bumped against the next stool as he clumsily made his way in her direction. He heard the other one laugh and say, "Hey, I thought we were going to have some fun together." That wasn't enough to keep him from going on.
The blond waitress was frankly rubbing her cunt now, using small circular movements of her fingers to part the hair and get at the flesh that had to be itching as badly as his cockflesh was by then. Her skirt was being held up by her wrist as she stood there with her hip cocked, waiting and rubbing, rubbing and waiting.
He went all the way around the counter without saying a word. Her tits were magnificently big, the cleavage so deep it looked as if he could stick the whole length of his dick into it. Her smile was twisted in its open invitation, her eyelids drooped provocatively. Her flesh looked incredibly soft and she kept rubbing her twat right there where he could see it, and it wasn't any wonder at all that he wasn't able to utter a word.
He got right up next to her and then she moved her hand from her body to his. She grasped his cock and balls through his trousers and for a moment he thought he was going to faint as she thoroughly explored him with her hand.
"It's big enough," she said, "and it sure is hard enough. Do you want to have some fun? Do you want to fuck me?"
He nodded, still unable to speak, but he could fumble out his wallet and open it for her to see that he had the money to pay, if that was what she wanted, and of course it had to be. He had about eighteen dollars there, as far as he could remember at that electrically exciting time. He couldn't take his eyes from hers as she reached in and took out a banknote to tuck in the deep cleavage of her tits, and he couldn't wait till her hand got back on his prick and balls.
"Come on in the back room," she said. "Gloria, look after the store."
"Goddamnit," said the other one. "Why is it I have to always look after things whenever we've got a young one? How much did you get, Anita. Anita?"
The bold, beautiful blonde let go of Ralph's cock long enough to take the money from her tits and let it flutter to the counter-top. As she continued on, holding him firmly in tow again, the younger one exclaimed, "Only a dollar! Jesus Christ, do you want us to go broke?"
Anita ignored her and the boy certainly was not about to stop and quibble over prices. She just kept kneading and squeezing the bulge of his genitals, smiling her smile over her shoulder at him, and he just kept following right along with her. He hardly saw the room she led him into, but he knew it was a cozy place, warmly illuminated by a pink suffused light, hung with living ferns and plants, thickly carpeted in red. The broad sofa was covered in red velour. She sat down on it and positioned him right in front of her with his loins on a level with her hungry eyes. She shivered and hugged herself, then ran her hands up and down his thighs, over his hips and belly, petting him and fondling the aching bulge in his pants.
As she pulled out the tail of his shirt, she said, "What's your name, dear? And where did you hear about us?"
"R-Ralph. And one of the kids at school. He ... Oh, gosh. Ooo, that feels weird."
She unbuckled his jeans and drew down their zipper. Softly and soothingly, she said, "Are you a virgin, Ralph?"
He nodded, unable to take a deep breath, gazing down at her with rapt adoration.
"I thought so. Let's see what you've brought me."
Down came his pants with a thud. There was still time to turn back, but then she was tugging his Jockey's down, and his hard little buttocks became even harder and his nuts tried to shrink up inside him and his throbbing stiff prick felt very cold and bare.
"Nice," she murmured, and he could feel her perfumed breath against the straining knob of his cock.
"Don't be afraid," she told him, but he couldn't stop the hot shivers racing through his body as she slid her warm palm up between his legs to cup his balls and coax them down out of their shrinking hiding place. While he watched, knees shaking, fists clenched at his sides, she drew her hand on until his visibly throbbing prick was laid out on it as if it was a platter. She was inspecting it closely through her lidded eyes, wetting her red lips with the pink point of her tongue. Wildly, he wondered if he'd been lured into a vampire's den, and if the promised thrills of fucking were really worth this acute embarrassment. But then she touched that tongue-tip to the slitted opening in the end of his dick, and then she enveloped the knob of it in the greatest warmth he'd ever known, and it didn't matter a bit if she was Countess Dracula herself.
"Mm-mm-mm," she murmured, eyes closed now, cheeks all sunken in, sucking on his dick, his dick! He swayed back and forth in a dream, able to breathe once again, being slowly transported to heaven. He ventured to place his trembling hands on her hair, and her response was to curl her hot tongue all around the sensitive knob of his dick and increase the sucking until he wasn't sure if he was running out the end of his prick or not.
"Tastes so nice," she murmured, holding the base of his cock in her hand now, running its swollen knob over her wetted lips and her downy soft cheeks, fluttering her eyelashes over it and caressing it with her silken hair.
Now she lifted his thoroughly ready prick and placed her softly sucking lips against each of his balls, testing their full softness, tasting their velvety texture. "Have you got a lot in there for me?" she murmured.
Once again he was panting, so fast that he couldn't speak. He could nod his head as he held onto her head, though she didn't need a reply. She knew full well how ready he was, knew it from the vast experience she'd gained with such young boys in the past month. She backed off and looked squarely at his cock, all lubricated and slick from her kisses, and she wrapped her soft hand firmly about it and stroked its hot length until he groaned in total ecstasy, and a first spout of white jetted forth against her opened lips.
It turned her into a voracious thing. At once it was inside her mouth and she was moaning urgently and sucking madly, stroking the hard shaft and milking the jism out of it for her hungry gullet. His semen was sweet and pure, and it filled her mouth. She felt it rolling against her every taste bud, sticky good and intoxicating to her every sense, and she swallowed it as slowly and savoringly as she could until the boy had nothing left to give her at the moment except his grateful sighs.
"Oh-h-h. Oh, wow-w-w-w," he said.
With her mouth all sticky sweet, she smacked her lips and said, "You like getting sucked off?"
"Oh, wow-w-w-w-w," said he. "I loved it!"
She took him in her mouth and sucked him again, made him stay hard with the ardor that was now burgeoning everywhere in her body. With her firmly pointed tongue, she licked down to the base of his cock, then turned him around and tasted deeply of his anus, making him go up on his toes in his new delirium of delight, and when she turned him around to face her again, his prick was as stiff as ever and his balls had that certain softness that promises that a rich load of semen won't be too long in coming.
"Come sit with me, darling," she said, patting the sofa beside her.
He did as she bade him, and when he was seated she slung one bare leg over his thigh. His slender white prick was standing straight up, but both woman and boy were now looking straight at the broad bulge of hairy flesh that lay between Anita's outspread thighs.
"Like what you see?" she asked, and he nodded, still staring, afraid and yet fascinated.
"Give me your hand, dear. Do you know how to touch a woman? Here, let me show you," said she, in a warm, even voice that totally belied the giddy anticipation she felt at being the very first woman to totally lay claim to this handsome youth.
He was too excited to notice the trembling of her hand as she guided him to her twat. A small but definite orgasm rippled through her at the first contact of his fingers through the damp hair, and she had to hold her breath for a moment to make the thrill last as long as it would.
"That's my cunt, honey," she said. "Rub it and make it feel nice. Oh, yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s. Feel how wet I'm getting? That's for you, darling, so you can slip this lovely prick into me all the easier. And so I'll smell nice for you. Does it feel nice, darling? Do I smell pretty for you, Ralphie?"
He nodded, not knowing if she smelled good or not, or if she felt good, for that matter. It was all too new to him to be able to tell. He'd never touched flesh like that, so soft and yet covered with hair, with slick silken surfaces that molded to his every touch and which were being gently pushed up against his fingers for more, more. And he'd never smelled anything quite like that, though he'd had hints of that scent at times around his sister and his mother and some of the girls at school. The scent had been rather unpleasant before, vaguely reminding him of something that wasn't too clean. But now, with the aroma strong in his nostrils, it seemed like a very clean and healthy scent to him and he bent slightly lower to smell still more of it. .
"You're a lovely lover," she said, stroking the nape of his neck and inching herself closer to him. "Just run your finger right down through my slit. Oh, that's good! Darling!" she said, hugging him very strongly, in spite of her resolve to lead him along slowly. He was such a prize, eager enough to do all she suggested, innocent enough to respond so fully.
"That's my clit, lover," she said, and parted the top of her cuntlips with fingers that shook with barely suppressed desire. "A woman loves to be touched there. Just touch me and ... OH, God!" she exclaimed, startled by his alacrity to do her bidding, thrilled beyond words by the suddenness of this new orgasm that filled her big body.
She had to grab him and kiss him, very hard on the mouth, while the spasms were still ripping through her. She grabbed his hand before he could take it away, though he showed no sign of that, and she pressed it harder still against her clit and ground it in against her, feeling wild with desire, and urgently in need of even more. She sucked on his tongue while she rubbed his fingers against her star-bursting clit, and when at last she wrenched her pulpy soft mouth from his, all she had to do was gaze directly into his eyes and exert a steady pressure on the back of his neck, and down he went.
"Eat it. Eat me," she purred, sensuously writhing her big hips while the boy fastened his mouth where she'd directed and clumsily, yet thrillingly, sucked her clit.
"Oh, that's nice. Goddamn, that's nice." she said, rubbing his head, squirming her cunt up to his mouth, letting the orgasms slowly trickle and flow toward a torrent of good feelings.
"Yes, baby," she whispered, tickling her fingers through his hair. "Yeah, Ralphie!" she exclaimed, and grabbed a handful of that hair as her sweet old cunt began to explode under his kisses. "YES' BABY' EAT ITl" she squawled, as it all broke loose inside her and sent her thrashing on the sofa, bumping her big hips up at him, twisting her head from side to side and sweating and shaking everywhere in her great triumph.
If it had lasted an eternity, it couldn't have been any better, for the moment it crested she was looking ahead to something more. The big tingles were still ripping through her as she drew him up on top of her voluptuously soft body with her strong arms, guided his eager young prick in her grateful hole, and closed down on it as it slid inside. She relished that insertion of the virgin prick, and just as much she relished the look of wondrous rapture on his clear young face as he gave his virginity to her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Outside, in the diner, Gloria was pouting prettily and saying, "She's such an old meanie. Why is it she gets all the young kids and I never get any?"
"Why do you need 'em?" said Carl, and indeed, he had a good point, for while the moans and thrashings were still resounding from the back room, he was on the verge of inserting his very large cock in Gloria's cunning little pussy.
She was sitting comfortably on a stool, legs i open, heels snugged up behind the backs of Carl's I knees as he stood before her. In anticipation of a regular customer, she'd put the CLOSED sign up, and while waiting for her expected guest, she was whiling the time away with Carl, their handyman and dishwasher at the diner. She held the big shaft of his cock in her little hand, idly guiding its heavy snout up and down through her nicely wet slit. I Though he'd been fucking one or the other of the j two bosom-buddy waitresses at Anita's Diner since he'd changed his thoughtless ways, that big prick of his was always at the ready if one or the other of them bared her twat to him.
With her lower lip out-thrust, looking down at the progress of the big prick in her hand, Gloria said, "I like a young kid now and then. I mean, you're nice, Carl, and so are all the other guys who come here. But now and then a woman likes to get it on with a really young guy. One who's still just got fuzz on his cheeks and balls."
Carl gave a gentle shove which pushed half the knob of his cock in Gloria's little hole. He sighed and smiled and fondled her pretty bottom under the short skirt, and he said, "Heck, you fuck little Jimmy two or three times a week as it is."
"Yes, but she gets all the virgin boys!" said Gloria, and Carl laughed so hard at this that the head of his prick popped in the cunning brunette cunt, causing Gloria to squeal with delight and throw her legs up around his waist.
"Don't complain," said Carl, artfully sliding his long member in and out of her slick wet hole. "Heck, you got it made here. All the cock you want, young and old, plenty of cunt-lickin', and on top of all that you got Anita to make it with any time you want."
"Anita," Gloria purred, as she curled her spine in time with Carl's slow thrusts, and squirmed her little bottom ever so happily on the seat of the stool. "You're right. She makes up for a lot of things. Whew! What a cunt she's got. What a mouth! Honey, you better give me some more of that big thing of yours. All of a sudden I need it real bad. Oh, baby!" she said, rocking and rolling on the stool, taking all he had with gusto and enjoying every bit of it. "There's something about that woman. Christ, the more I make it with her, the more I want. Oo-o-o-o-o, did we have a time last night!"
"Tell me, tell me, tell me," he said, in time with the deep thrusts of his stout ram.
"We got all dressed up in our sexy clothes," she said, panting and puffing and watching the action below. "She put on her dildo, the one we sent away for. I'd been teasing her all afternoon, acting like a brat. God, that feels good! I just love to cum! We wrestled. Oh God, did we wrestle!"
"Why didn't you call me so I could come over with the camera?"
"She whipped the tar out of me. Ur-r-r-r-rgh!" she groaned, as her spasming cunt worked its lips around the sliding shaft of Carl's big cock like a baby nursing on a bottle. "Real scientific," she went on, snapping her hips up at him with great vigor and precision. "She tore my undies to shreds. She could have pinned me half a dozen times, but ... UR-R-R-R-R-RGH! ... but instead she just wore me down to a frazzle. And then ... UH! UH! UH! ... then when I was too tired to move, she turned me over her knee and spanked me with a hairbrush. Oh God, it was beautiful! Oh, Carl, this is beautiful!"
"Go on! What then? What then?" he said, straining to hold back from shooting now.
"She fucked me. That big leather dildo had been slapping up against me all through the match, letting me know what was going to happen to me when it was all over. And, oo-o-o-o-o, she made it happen! She fucked me black and blue. She turned me into a puddle of warm butter and ... Oh, Carl! Yes! Yes, shoot in me! I love it! OH, DARLING!!!"
He shot a lot. The buildup in his balls was too great to hold back forever, and when it broke loose it came in a hot torrent that filled Gloria's well-fucked twat and overflowed to make a creamy white ring around the shaft that was parting her hair. Carl kept pumping for some time after the last drops of his goodness had flowed, smiling proudly at the darling girl who clung so happily to him, already looking forward to the next time he could get it on with either her or her boss. He was just about to withdraw his well-satisfied prick and kneel to bestow several farewell kisses on one of his favorite cunts when the pair was startled by the rattling of the doorknob.
"It's Terry," said Gloria. "Right on time. But he's brought a woman with him. Might be interesting. Let's get untangled, Carl. You let them in and lock the door again. Serve them coffee while I freshen up a bit, and tell Anita we've got a real cash customer out here, our best one. I imagine he'll want both of us, as usual," she said, and blew him a kiss through the glass door and scurried off to get herself and her friend ready for him.
Anita kissed Ralph, their newest customer, good-bye and sent him out the back way. Then the tiny bathroom was crowded as the two uniformed waitresses made their ablutions, but both were used to that and neither minded at all, for brushing together like this was a good mood-setter for their session with Terry, the bespectacled young man Anita had first met outside the Caprice Corset Shop.
"You say he's brought a date with him?" Anita asked.
"Yes! Isn't that exciting? I'll just bet it's the girl Miss Beatrice hired to replace me." Gloria giggled and went on. "Maybe you can hire her to work here, too."
"Your ex-boss would kill me. Besides, I have all the staff I want right now. How do I look?"
"Gorgeous," said Gloria, and that was reflected in her eyes.
The girls had put themselves through some lightning changes there in the small but well-equipped bathroom. Each had donned a tall, glossy wig and they'd applied extra makeup to their faces and put on dangly earrings. They'd tightened their bras a notch so that even more of their bounteous bosoms pushed up through their low bodices. They'd changed their flat waitress shoes for stilt heeled pumps and they'd put on sheer black nylon hose, plus tiny, lacy garter belts to hold the stockings in place. Though they still had on the same pink waitress uniforms, they looked more suited to serve at a Playboy Club than at a neighborhood diner. Meeting with each other's approval, they tasted each other's lipstick before going out to hostess their next customer and his date.
The girl was about Terry's age, a redhead with freckles and glasses across her nose. Though her teeth were slightly bucked, she had a pretty enough face. Her figure seemed good too as she sat very erect on the stool, unsmiling, with her hands folded primly in her lap. Terry seemed stiff and ill at ease, perhaps a little angry for some reason, as he faced the two smiling waitresses across the counter from him and his date. Fearing that he might be there for more orthodox reasons than usual, Gloria handed him a menu.
He set it aside, and said, "Gloria, Anita, I'd like you to meet my wife, Marie. At least she's my wife right now. We'll see where we stand an hour from now."
The waitresses smiled in welcome and would have shaken hands with the redhead, but she sat as stiff-backed as ever as she said, "How d'you do. I've heard a lot about you two this morning-none of it very flattering-and now I'm here at my husband's insistence to see for myself what he sees in you. From here I'm sure I'll be going to see my attorney."
"Terry, we don't want to break up your marriage," said Anita, and Gloria would have reached out and taken his hand in her concern for him if his stern-faced wife hadn't been there.
He shook his head. "You're not breaking up my marriage. You're my last chance to save it. I like sex; Marie doesn't."
"I beg to differ with you," said his wife. "I do like sex. It is a normal function. I do not, however, care for any aberrant forms of sex. There is no need for that in a civilized world."
"What she means is that she lets me screw her once a week whether she feels like it or not ... providing it's done at night, in our bedroom, with the lights out and her wearing her Mother Hubbard flannel nightgown. Big deal. I like sex all the way. Eyes, ears, nose, hands, tongue, pr...."
"Terrance!" she interrupted. "Don't say those things in front of me!"
He gave her a short look of disgust and said, "I'm going to have sex in front of her, with you two lovely broads, just like we always do. For once in her life Marie is going to see some real, all-the-way sex. If she thinks it's aberrant sex, so be it; we'll split up. If it turns her on a little-even a little bit!-then we'll have another go at our marriage. Are you two willing to help us? Are you two willing to make it with me like we always do and just pretend Marie isn't in the room with us?" he asked, and withdrew his wallet and plunked it down on the counter.
"Anything to help," said Anita, and pushed his wallet away. "This one's on the house," she said.
Gloria reached out and squeezed Terry's hand. "We'll do our best, honey."
The quartet proceeded in stony silence to the back room. Marie sniffed her disapproval at the softly lit place as she allowed Anita to lead her to the sofa. She sat down with her coat across her lap and her hands folded primly on top of it, still stone-faced behind her glasses, while Gloria turned some softly rhythmic music on the hi-fi and Terry began to disrobe. Anita and Gloria went to stand before the full-length mirror, placed their hands on each other's arms there and smiling warmly. They kissed each other on the lips, and as Terry removed the last of his clothing, the scene in the little room was so familiar to them that it was easy to forget that this time there was a witness to their erotic goings-on.
It wasn't so easy at first for Terry to forget that his wife was there. For once he didn't have a hard-on by the time he was naked. This came on slowly but steadily as he stood across the room from Anita and Gloria and watched as the two smiling women fondly kissed and petted one another, smiling and murmuring flattering endearments as if they were quite alone in the room, but which in reality were meant largely for his ears.
"You look lovely tonight ... You, too ... You smell so nice and you feel so soft ... I love the touch of your lips and your hands. What a shame we don't have a man here with us tonight...."
Terry moved closer, smiling a little now, and lightly stroking his good-sized erection. The girls ignored him as he made a circle around them, but they didn't ignore each other. They continued to stroke and touch and kiss and murmur as if they were all alone, without a naked man in the room with them, and certainly without a glowering wife on the couch.
"Your cunt's so nice and wet," said Gloria, feeling under Anita's skirt.
"Better not touch it, darling, or I'll get so hot I won't be able to control myself. Oh, how I wish we had a man with us."
They kissed again, lightly and lingeringly, with their hands softly playing about each other's waists, with six inches between their loins. Terry got down on his knees beside them, breathing very deeply, and ran his hands up the backs of their nyloned legs. He felt of their bottoms as they kissed, one of them very large and extremely soft, and the other pertly round and firm, both of them quite naked save for the thin elastic garter straps.
Still the women continued to kiss, touching tongue-tips now, while Terry brushed his warm lips over their bare flanks: He held their short pink skirts up with his hands while he nibbled his way across the flesh at the welts of their hose and he traced the course of their garter straps with his kisses as the women did their best to continue to ignore him.
"Your kisses taste like you're still getting hot, Anita, even though I-'m not touching your cunt any more."
"I can't help it, Gloria. It's one of those nights when I'm in a very sexy mood."
"Why don't we lie down on the sofa and play with each other?"
"Darling, don't talk that way. You know very well what it does to me."
"I'd kiss these lovely big breasts and put my fingers in your pussy. And if you really needed it badly, I'd kiss you there."
"Gloria, don't say those things," said Anita, and turned away from the smaller woman and put her face in her hands, acting very distressed, and acting very well.
Of course she turned away in the direction of the kneeling Terry, and of course his kisses moved right on to the hairy triangle of her cunt. He nuzzled and nibbled there and he blew his warm breath against her warmer flesh while she made a show of trying to gain control of herself, and while Gloria sidled closer to her and fondled her big breasts. Terry didn't ignore Gloria. As he kissed and breathed all over Anita's loins, stroking her big bottom with one hand, his other hand was very nicely occupied with Gloria's loins. He felt up between her legs, which she accommodatingly parted for him, and he touched her dewy cuntlips very lightly and sampled the curvaceous textures of her deeply cleft bottom.
"Don't fight it," Gloria said to Anita. "If we don't have a man's prick, my fingers and tongue should do the job."
"No," said Anita, firmly shaking her head. Terry put both hands on her now, widely parting her cuntlips with his thumbs and reaching within to find her luscious big clitoris with his tongue. She swayed backward and caught herself, took a wider stance on the floor, and thus opened her cunt wider for more of what Terry-and she-wanted.
"I could make you cum," Gloria suggested.
"No, no, no-o-o-o," Anita moaned, over and over, and at each of the syllables she thrust her cunt forward at Terry's heavily sucking mouth, cumming very nicely for him, enjoying his fantasy situation just as much as he was.
Her orgasm peaked, lingered, and passed. Terry drew back, smacking his lips, then giving that cunt another brief kiss. Anita turned in mock anger at Gloria and said, "You've got to stop upsetting me like this, trying to get me hot all the time! How would you like it if I was always teasing you and talking about going down on you?"
"I wouldn't mind it at all," said Gloria with a fetching grin, and coyly turned her back on her friend and bumped her with her bottom.
Anita's arms went around her from behind to hug her closer. "Damned little tease," said the big woman. "Sometimes you make me wish I was a man. If I was, I'd crush the life right out of you."
She hugged Gloria very hard, and the little brunette closed her eyes and looked as if she might swoon. "Do it. Crush me," she said, turning her head to try to reach Anita's lips with hers.
"We've got to stop this," said Anita, her strong hands deeply massaging Gloria's slender midriff. "But you're so little and pretty and ... Damn you!" she exclaimed, and her hands moved up to paw and grope at Gloria's breasts, opening buttons, tugging at snowy white bra cups.
Gloria laughed softly, but then her laughter turned to softer moans as her breasts were freed from their confinement to be mauled and roiled by Anita's hands. Terry was watching it all, and so was Marie, though he paid no attention at all to her now. He was ..absorbed by the sight of the two swaying, embracing women, and he still looked up at them as he moved about in front of Gloria to kiss her cunningly furred twat.
"Don't stop! Don't stop yet!" Gloria pleaded, clutching behind her at Anita's big hips, pushing her own hips forward for more of Terry's increasingly intimate kisses. He was foraging deeply in her cunt with his tongue, and even Anita was helping him now by pushing her loins forward against Gloria's bottom to arch her further forward for their best customer's avid enjoyment.
"Hot little bitch," Anita hissed. "I'll bet-you're cumming. I'll just bet this is making you cum."
"I am! Oh yes, I am!" said Gloria, writhing ecstatically between the tit-grabbing woman and the cunt licking man. "Ooo! OOO!" she cried. ' 'E E-E-E-E-E-E" e-e-e-e!" she squealed, struggling furiously in Anita's arms, and finally throwing one leg over Terry's shoulder and grabbing his hair with her one free hand. She hung that way for what seemed like a long time, shivering and shaking and gritting her teeth in a broadly ecstatic grin, and then at last she heaved a long sigh and went limp.
A laughing Anita loosened her grip on Gloria, and she might have collapsed to the floor had not Terry risen and taken her in his arms. "Terry, you were beautiful!" Anita said, and as he kissed Gloria very deeply and torridly, the little brunette came to life enough to sling her arms about his neck and return his display of hot affection with loving ardor. When at last Gloria drew back from the kiss there was frank admiration in her eyes and in her smile.
"You really did a job on us this time," she said.
"Don't think I'm through with our little fun and games," he said with a smile, and she threw her arms about his neck and kissed him again.
"Then let's get on with it," said Anita, and goosed him.
Terry turned around in mock anger, which quickly dissolved when he saw that Anita had opened her bodice and bra to match Gloria. For several busy minutes then, with his Wonderfully stiff prick bobbing and pointing, he kissed and played with the four tits at his disposal, Anita's big pendant pair and Gloria's firmly globular ones. As he was thus occupied, both women lightly fondled his stiff-standing prick, knowing from past experience how to keep him superbly stimulated and yet safe from a premature ejaculation. All three were flushed and panting, grinning silly grins at each other and having the time of their lives. Marie's cheeks were red, too, but her lips were firmly compressed and her hands were so tightly clenched their knuckles were cracking.
"This is looking better all the time," said Gloria as she grasped the root of his cock and waggled the business end of it about.
"Yeah, how about a little, Tiger?" Anita purred, and reached down to cup his balls in her hand.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, ladies. Assume the position, and let's go."
They kissed his cheeks and took two steps forward. Shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, they bent at the waist and rested their hands on their knees. Terry rubbed his hands together as he looked them over from behind, then flipped up their little skirts and fondly stroked the two bare rumps with which he'd been presented. Anita's was big and oval. Gloria's smaller and more round. Each was perfectly smooth and free of even the smallest of blemishes, and each had that intrigueing and deepening crack down which Terry ran his fingers.
"You're both just as wet as you can be," he reported, delving deep for a thorough but very unnecessary test. "And you both look so good I can't believe it. Those black garters and the dark hose and your pink skirt make perfect frames for these perfect pictures."
"Flattery won't get you as far as fucking us right now," said Gloria. "Put something in me besides your fingers, Terry."
"Don't rush him," Anita chided. "He may be getting a freebie today, but he's still the client. Take your time, Terry."
"My time is now, and you're up first, Anita."
"You meanie!" said Gloria, but it didn't do her any good. Terry homed in on the big white target of Anita's upturned bottom and had no trouble at all in scoring a bull's-eye.
"Ah-h-h-h. Like hot melted butter," he said, holding the fleshy pads of her hips, and easing himself in and out of her commodious cunt. "If you'd started using your cunt like this a little earlier in life, you'd be worth a million dollars today."
"I might still make it. Terry, you feel wonderful today. Just wonderful."
"I don't believe you," said Gloria. "I bet he's not even hard any more."
"What'll you bet?" said Terry with a smile, and he drew his glistening wet cock out of Anita's cunt and fitted the bluntly tapered knob of it in the warm cleft that had been so charmingly presented to him. "Oooo," said Gloria, as he worked it all about in the portals of her cunt. Then, "OOOO!" she said, as he shoved forward with his hips to push the full fiery length of his dong into the twitching tenderness of her tight little twat.
"My, oh, my, that's nice," tsaid Terry, smiling broadly and rocking Gloria to and fro with his hands on her hips, in time with his deep thrusts. "Hot and tight and slick. What a cunt you've got, Gloria."
"Whew! Oh!" she replied, shaking and shivering once again with the great delights that were rippling through her, and reaching back between his legs for his balls, to encourage him on.
"I'm getting pretty ... worked up," he said, and he shuddered as he drew himself out of Gloria's cunt. "I don't think I can last for another five minutes," he told them, and stuck his big cock back into Anita's waiting hole.
"We're ready when you are," Anita said.
"Yep," said Gloria. "Just as long as I get it one more time."
Terry nodded, licking his lips, working even faster with his cock. His buttocks were contracting fast and hard as he delivered a score of deep thrusts into the older of the two women, and he didn't miss a beat when his prick was transferred into Gloria's cunt. Half a dozen strokes and he had her squealing, and she was squealing even louder when he pulled out and jammed it into Anita again. He kept his cock as busy as it could be, going from one wet hot cunt to the other. His hands were busy too, roughly fondling whichever cunt wasn't filled for the moment with his cock. He was doing a good job on them both. Any observer could clearly tell that Anita as well as Gloria was being brought from one orgasm to another in rapid succession by the big-dicked man behind them. He was working hard at it, but he didn't seem to mind that at all. In fact, the harder he worked, the more he seemed to be enjoying it. Hewas panting and lightly sweating, going back and forth in very rapid order, while both Anita and Gloria urged him on as best they could. It was hard to tell which cunt was the first to receive his cum.
He suddenly, hoarsely yelled, and then it could be seen that his prick was spouting white as it moved from cunt to cunt. Most of the white was plunged into the nearest cunt, but a portion of it splattered against their flesh, showing almost luminescently against their asses which had once been a snowy white, but were now flushed with the color of roses. He wound up with his cock in Gloria's cunt. Head back, smiling, he held her by the hips and churned his prick slowly around in her before at last drawing out with a sigh and accepting the hugs and kisses of the pair he'd just fucked so thoroughly.
And then, cock dripping, arms around the two happy whores, he turned to his wife on the cot :h and he said, "Well, my dear? Do you have some idea of the kind of sex I like now? Are you starting to see that there might be something more to ex than a polite little wrestling match in the dark? Would you like to open up and let me have a I all with you, just you, with nobody else, like there was just now? We could make it, Marie. You could live out your fantasies just as I live out mine, arid we'd both be happier for it. What do you say, my dear?"
"I say you'll hear from my attorney, you dreadful, dreadful sex fiend!" she said, and jumped up from the couch and went slamming out of the diner.
Terry's body sagged and he hung his head. His body softly jerked, and Anita and Gloria exhanged a sorrowful look before Anita said, "Don't cry, Terry. You might still be able to work things out with her."
He threw back his head and guffawed. "Who's crying? This is the happiest moment I've had in seven long years. Did you see the way she walked out of here? A stiff-neck to the end. Christ, it looked like she had a cucumber up her cunt that she was afraid might fall out. So long, Marie!" he shouted. "I feel sorry for the next guy who falls for you."
Gloria hugged him and giggled and said, "She sure was red in the face before she left. For a while there I thought she might be sort of enjoying the show, but...."
Anita strode to the couch. "Did either of you notice the wet spot on the back of her skirt? Either she was so scared she peed her pants, or...." she said, and touched the sofa cushion and sniffed at her fingers. She smiled and went to them to let them have a sniff.
Gloria giggled again, and Terry wrinkled his nose and said, "I'd know her cunt smell any place. Stale. But I'll be damned, she did get turned on by our show." He shook his head. "Too bad she can't admit that she digs sex."
"Too bad you had to marry her," said Gloria, and patted his cheek. "Next time you'll be more careful, if there is a next time."
"There will be," he said, looking her square in the eye. "Six months from tomorrow, when the divorce is final, I'll be asking you to marry me."
Gloria's eyes flew open wide, and Anita's face was split with a smile. "Me?" said Gloria. "A ... a whore? You'd even think of marrying a whore?"
He nodded. "Two reasons," he said. "First, because it's the only way we can save any money for our married life together. I'll be spending all my time and money here for the next six months, and with you as my fiancee I'll at least be able to hope that half of my money is set aside."
"Oh, I'd save like mad to marry you!" said Gloria.
"And I'd see that she did," Anita added. "But what's your second reason for wanting to marry our little gal here?"
He thrust out his chest and said, "Because I love her."
"Oh, Terry," Gloria purred, and clung to him so tightly that her tears of joy were all but obscured.
"Oh, heck," said Anita. "Why doesn't some nice businessman-type guy ever come by and marry me? Congratulations, kids. Be happy."
"Oh, you'll be happy, too," said Gloria, turning to her. "Some guy as nice as Terry will come along, you'll see, and you won't ever have to do anything but love him and be good to him for the rest of your life."
Anita smiled and shook her head. "No such luck. I'm destined to work hard all my life. But at least I've finally found a profession I enjoy working hard at. I like being a whore and I plan to stick with it. I'm going to save up and get a face lift and a boob job when I need it and go right on fucking for money till they put me in the grave. Marriage isn't for gals my age. I'd go nuts playing golf and going on cruises with some rich old widower who's got a couple of dried prunes for nuts. Me, I'm a loner from now on and proud of it. You two kids go on get married. As for me, I'll just...."
The slamming of the back screen door caused Anita to straighten up as if hit by lightning. "My god, that's Jimmy!" she said. "I must look a mess. Stall him, Gloria, while I take a quick douche. And now that you're engaged," she said from over her shoulder as she scooted for the John, "hands off him-he's mine!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jimmy sat at the counter and methodically devoured the large plate of apple pie ala mode that Anita had served him. Anita sat beside him, devouring him with her eyes. She kept fondling his bottom as he ate his pie and drank his chocolate milk, and she sighed soulfully now and then and looked down at where her hand was wandering. When she'd emerged from the bathroom, all freshly washed and perfumed, she had prevailed upon him to remove his trousers and shorts. It had been a pure delight to see him moving about the back room and the dining area wearing nothing but his T-shirt, with his lean little round bottom on display and his beautiful hard pecker there to see. His pecker was still hard, which was a tribute to Anita's middle-aged charms, especially in light of his keen interest in the dish of dessert.
"I should have warmed the pie for you," she said, "but I know how hungry you always are when you get here after school."
"Mffa awwa," he replied, nodding his head.
She patted his bare ass and said, "Yes, dear. Of course. I hope you don't have too much homework tonight. I hope you can stay a while with me before you have to go home on the bus."
He shoveled in another forkful, smiled at her and said, "Oowa muwwa bubba mmf. Mo buwwa."
"Good," she replied, "what do you think about Gloria and Terry getting married?"
"Mwa," said he, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I think it's nice," she said, and slipped her hand around his flank to insure the hardness of his pecker. He grinned at her, wiped a dab of ice cream from his chin, and she said, "I hope you'll still come by to see me after Gloria is married and gone. I hope she isn't the only attraction around my little diner."
He shook his head and smiled, and he pointed down at his plate and rubbed his belly.
She frowned prettily and said, "Is that all you care about? Gloria and my pie?"
Jimmy shook his head quite forcefully. He swallowed bravely and disposed of the huge mouthful of pie and ice cream, then got down on the floor, spun Anita's stool around, and gave her old cunt the best, most thorough kissing it had had all day. He had her all aflutter and gasping like a beached halibut when he rose up and stuck his prick in her for the ten or twelve fast jabs it took him to slip his nuts. Anita was still feeling happily dizzy when he got up on his stool again to fork in another big helping of apples and ice cream. She was seeing stars, but her state of sexual intoxication was such that she could still grasp his warm wet prick and give it the caressing it needed to stay hard enough for more.
"Gracious," she said. "You certainly do know how to do a woman proud. You're just a wonderful little lover, and your prick is getting bigger and better every day. I hope we can be friends for a long time, honey. I hope I can keep you interested enough to keep coming here."
"Mulla wuh. Muh wikka fuck."
"Yes, dear, but there's more to a boy's happiness than fucking. I've got something out back that will make you very happy. And me too, for that matter. It's a motorscooter, honey. I saved up and bought you a motorscooter. Now you can get back and forth to school from here in no time at all, and you can have even more time to spend eating pie ... and other nice things. Does that make you happy, Jimmy?"
It certainly looked as if it made him happy. Or at least greatly impressed. As Anita had made her announcement, Jimmy's eyes had widened and his gullet had worked spasmodically. Staring straight ahead, he'd swallowed the enormous big mouthful in the time it had taken her to utter her words, and now at the conclusion of her presentation speech he was staring ahead bug-eyes and pointing through the window and sputtering, "L-look! It's that Miss Beatrice from the underwear store! It's really her, and she's got that knockout little blonde girl who works for her with her! Anita, look! I think they're coming here! They are coming here!!! Oh, my gosh! Where's my pants?!? Where's my shorts?!?"
Anita's firm grip on his leg made him stay right where he was. Her eyes glinted at the cunning blonde, and at the same time she mentally sized up the statuesque corsettlere as she said, "Never mind about your pants and shorts, Jimmy. You won't need 'em."
