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 "Thirty-one flavors"

   I've always loved ice cream.  Whether a plain scoop of vanilla, or a
Rocky Road sundae, waffle cone or a banana split topped with hot fudge,
whipped cream and a cherry, I'm there.  So when the owner of the local ice
cream parlor put the business up for sale, I pounced on the opportunity to
go into business for myself.

   Opening day had turned out to be the hottest day of summer. 
Consequently, we'd been very busy most of the day.  This was great for
business.  You know, supply and demand, and all that.  But, since I hadn't
hired a staff yet, I was running the place by myself, and I was being run
ragged!  It didn't help that the air conditioning was broken and wouldn't
be fixed for another two days.  My halter top was soaked with sweat by noon
(I'd decided to dress for the weather--jean shorts and a white halter,
emblazoned with the logo of the ice cream parlor.  In other words, the
"Hooters" of the ice cream world.  And why not...I'm the boss, and I get to
decide the dress code!) Many men, and a few of the women customers, turned
an appreciative eye toward my buxom chest that day.

   Toward the end of the day, the heat continued to be unbearable.  It was
around dinner time, so business had gotten very slow.  I took the
opportunity to head for the walk-in cooler in the back of the store, to
bring out refills for some of the more popular flavors, which were nearly
empty.  Entering the cooler, I felt like I had stepped out of hell and into
an arctic heaven.

   My halter, still soaked with sweat, had been extremely uncomfortable for
much of the day.  I must confess that I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist, and
love to wear tight clothing which doesn't hide much of my firm 36-D chest
and my (in my opinion) delectable ass.  And I'd loved some of the glances
and attention I'd gotten from several of the local hunks (not to mention a
few scantily clad gals).  If only I hadn't been working...mmmmmm.

   But now, I just needed to get a little bit of circulation in my chest.
Peeking out of the cooler, I checked to make sure that no new customers had
entered the shop.  All clear.  Pulling the halter off over my head, I
watched as my firm breasts sprang free.  Ahhhh....freedom!  I stood there
and enjoyed the cold air on my bare skin, even though I knew that I didn't
have much time to catch a breather.

   You probably won't believe me if I tell you that I honestly went into
that cooler to catch a break, and to cool myself off for a minute, and
nothing more.  Honestly, that's all I meant to do.  But then I noticed the
cold air making my nipples hard, and I just couldn't resist playing with
them!  I've always found tit play to be very stimulating, whether it was me
going solo, or some guy or gal tweaking and sucking on my nips.  This time
was no exception.  I was "red-lining" for sure...  for the first time I
noticed how tight and constricting my jean shorts were.  I also felt that
all-too familiar ache between my legs, serving notice that Terri needed
some satisfaction, and fast.

   Shimmying out of my shorts, I sat down on one of the 5 gallon drums of
ice cream.  "Oh!!!!" I cried out in surprise as my bare ass came in contact
with the cold metal lid of the drum.  All the while I continued to tweak my
nipples with my right hand.  My left hand I slipped between my legs and
began rubbing my clit in circles.  "Ohhhhhhh..." I cried out again, this
time more softly, as my fingers found all the right spots, my middle finger
dipping into my steaming pussy.  If I'd been hot before, I was now
definitely overheating.

   "Come on, you slut," I chided myself, "you've got customers out
there...." But I just couldn't find the willpower to stop fucking myself!
My hand had a mind of its own, and wasn't about to stop its assault on my
sopping wet, horny cunt.  With my free hand, I opened up one of the drums
of vanilla ice cream.  Grabbing a handful, I rubbed it all over my tits and
belly, then massaging the remainder of it into my pussy.  This only served
to make me even more horny!  I needed to be well fucked--and FAST!  I was
now ready to explode.

   Desperately, I looked around the cooler for something to appease my
insatiable pussy.  The closest thing I could find was a popsicle.  You
know, one of those red, white and blue ice-pops?  How patriotic of you,
Terri, I thought as I fervently unwrapped the popsicle and quickly sucked
the frost off of it.  Then into my hot cunt it went--every inch of it.

   If my customers were listening, they heard my screams from the cooler. I
didn't give a fuck.

   *************************************************

   After my multiple orgasms had subsided, I caught my breath and slipped
on my halter and shorts.  I wondered if not wearing panties constituted a
health code violation.  Then I had to laugh.  If the FDA would frown on me
not wearing underwear...what would they think of what I'd just got done
doing to myself in the cooler?

   Stepping back out into the sweltering heat, I did a doubletake when I
looked at the clock.  I'd been in there nearly twenty minutes!  Hurriedly,
I went to the front of the store.  Still mostly empty, with a few people
from before still eating.  And one very irate--and rather sexy--young man,
waiting at the counter.

   "It's about time...I've been waiting here for ten minutes!" he
complained in a rather irritated tone.

   "Sorry, sir...what'll it be?"

   "I don't understand why I had to wait ten minutes to be served.  There
are no other customers!  What were you doing back there?"

   His tone was so authorative and demanding, I nearly confessed my sin. 
"I'm really sorry, sir, I was restocking the cooler.  What will you be
having tonight?"

   He wasn't satisfied.  "I want to see your manager."

   "You're looking at her," I retorted coolly.

   That put him off balance a little bit.  "Well," he replied, a little
flustered.  "If this is the way you run your parlor, don't count on having
me for a customer." And he turned to leave.

   "Sir," I called, "don't go.  Please." In a very small voice.

   He turned.  "Why not?"

   "Sir, you're right.  You shouldn't have had to wait for so long.  I'd
really like to make it up to you..."

   "Exactly how do you plan to do that?"

   "Come with me," I came around the counter, took him by the hand, and
into the kitchen area.

   "What's going on?" he demanded.

   "Customer satisfaction," I responded briefly before kissing him.  He
kissed back, fucking my mouth with his tongue.  As his hands rose to knead
my tits through the material of my halter top, I had a pretty good idea
that this customer would be coming back.  But it never hurts to be sure. 
Dropping to my knees, I jerked his shorts down.  Turned out I wasn't the
only one without underwear.  His cock sprang out at me, and I wasted no
time getting it in my mouth.  Then inspiration struck me.  Telling him to
wait there, I retrieved a few items from the ice cream counter.  Scooping
out three scoops of vanilla ice cream into a sundae tray, I put it on the
table in front of him, then plopped his cock down atop the ice cream.  Then
a generous helping of whipped cream....chopped nuts....some hot fudge over
the top, and finally a cherry on top, and I had myself a throbbing, pulsing
banana split.  Which I wasted no time devouring, I can tell you!  Whipped
cream, ice cream, and fudge flew everywhere as I went down on my delicious
sundae.  My customer could only stand there and gasp in surprise at having
been turned into a human dessert.

   Pausing briefly to lick some whipped cream off my tit, I looked up at
him.  "So...will I be keeping you as a customer?"

   "Mmmmm.  Depends on whether or not you can make me cum." He grinned.

   "Hmmmm baby.  In my mouth, on my face...on my tits...wherever you want
to give it to me.  After all, the customer is always right!" And with that
I went down on my delectable treat again.

   "Mmmmm...how about....all over your face....mmmm."

   I popped him out of my mouth.  "Whatever you say, sir!" Taking a ladle
full of hot fudge, I dumped it onto his prick, then proceeded to rub it all
over him.  He gasped as the hot, gooey fudge got all over his shaft and his
balls.  Then I took him in my hand and jerked him off, aiming him at my
face as he reached his peak, shooting his cum all over my face, where it
added to the sticky mess of ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate already
there.

   "Oh baby...that was great..." he complimented me as I thoroughly cleaned
him off with my tongue.  Then he pulled up his shorts, kissed me on the
forehead (the only place not covered with ice cream, cum or chocolate) and
was gone.

   On my way to the restroom to clean myself up, I nearly ran into another
of my customers waiting for service, a young redhead of about twenty.  She
was standing in the doorway grinning at me, wearing a bikini top and a pair
of daisy dukes.

   Wondering how much of my slutty performance she'd witnessed, and
embarrassed about the sticky mess drenching my face, I stammered,
"ummm...be right with you...uhhh...a little accident....the custard
machine....ummmm...  exploded on me." I blushed hotly.

   "Yeah.  I saw it 'explode'...all over your cute face," she confided with
a wink and a knowing smile.  "Listen...  as long as you're taking customer
complaints, I've got one..."

   "Hmmmm, and what would that be?" I was already drooling.  It had been a
while since I'd been with another woman, and this redhead looked to be a
tasty treat indeed, who was practically serving herself up on a platter.

   "Well...the napkin holder at my table is empty...and I dropped ice cream
on myself," she pouted.  And it was true.  She'd spilled ice cream all over
her breast, which wasn't concealed all that well by her bikini top.  Even
as I stared, the ice cream was melting and running down into the crevice
between her tits.

   "Hmmmm," I frowned.  "Looks pretty serious.  Better come with me..."

   "Mmmmm.  I plan on it," she agreed as she allowed me to lead her to the
back of the store, into the walk-in cooler.  Once inside, I wasted no time
untying her top, then slamming her up against the wall.

   "OH!!!!  You little bitch that's COLD...." she cried out as I dove
tongue-first between her tits, licking away the drying ice cream.  Her
nipples were hardening nicely, I noticed, taking pause to nibble on each of
them in turn.

   "Oh, no," I intoned in mock horror.  "It's dribbled down between your
boobs, and down your belly.  Looks like I've got my work cut out for me..."
I began following the trail of sticky melted ice cream down her chest.

   "Yeah...I love that...." Her hand was in her shorts, playing with her
pussy, as I worked her tits in my hands.  "Do me...fuck me..." My tongue
traced its way down to her navel, which I began fucking with my tongue as
the two of us fumbled to get her shorts off.  I was delighted to discover
that she was a natural redhead as I eased my tongue into her fiery red
bush. She ran her fingers through my hair as I moved my tongue in a
circular motion around her clit.  Slipping my middle finger up her cunt, I
now began lapping at her love button, like a bitch dog in heat.

   "Please...fuck me..." I added another finger to her dripping snatch. 
She groaned, humping against my fingers and tongue.  "Harder!  Faster!" I
doubled my efforts, eager to satisfy my customer.  "Yeah!!! 
Fuck....FUCK!!! Lick it, you fucking wench...LICK IT!!!!" Pulling my
fingers out of her, I fucked her with my tongue instead, licking up and
down, between her pussy lips.  Her breathing was coming in short, winded
gasps now.  Glancing up, something caught my eye--the half-used popsicle
I'd used to cool my overheated cunt earlier.  Grabbing it, I stuffed it up
the redhead's cunt.  Her mouth flew open, and her eyes widened in shock as
the cold registered.

   "Ohmigod YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH....OHHHHHH....." Her orgasm was
instantaneous.  Her cunt began spasming uncontrollably, her vaginal muscles
tightening around the popsicle, part of which broke off in her pussy.  I
happily licked and sucked at her until it melted and I was able to clean it
all out of her.

   After she got dressed, the two of us cleaned ourselves up as best we
could at the tiny sink in back of the store.  Then we shared a long,
passionate french kiss, and made our way back to the front of the shop.

   More indignant customers were waiting.  This time there were five men,
wearing only shorts and gym shoes.  One of them clutched a basketball; all
of them were drenched in sweat.  I stood there for a moment, staring and
admiring their well-toned, muscular chests, glistening with sweat, and
decided against enforcing the "no shirt no service" rule, just this once.
In turn, they all stood there taking in the sight of my well-endowed chest,
overflowing from my skimpy halter top.

   Then one of them, obviously the leader, spoke.  "Why is the service so
slow here?  We've been waiting for 15 minutes."

   Here we go again, I thought.  The redhead walked up to the guys and
whispered something to their leader, looking at me and smiling the whole
time.  No doubt explaining to him my ideas on "customer satisfaction".  My
suspicions were confirmed when the five young men, grinning, surrounded me
in a tight half-circle in front of the ice cream display case, and several
hands began groping me as if I were a piece of meat.

   I looked at my "friend".  "Are you going to help me out here?"

   "I'd love to...but I've got to be getting home...you're on your own!"
she smiled.  "Have fun..." On her way out the front door, as my halter and
shorts were being pulled off, the redhead thoughtfully flipped the sign
next to the door from "Come on in, we're open!" to "Sorry, we're closed!"

   Then I was lifted onto the counter and laid on my back.  Three of the
guys joined me up there.  The first knelt to the side of my head and
offered his cock, which I greedily took into my mouth.  The second man
rubbed his member up and down my slit, then penetrated me.  The third
straddled my chest, planting his rod between my tits.  The two remaining
guys stood to each side of the counter, each groping at one of my tits and
pushing them slightly together so that the fellow in the center could enjoy
fucking them.  In return, I took each of them in hand and alternately
jacked off their stiff pricks and stroked their balls.  Before long they
were all fucking me in harmony, like a well tuned machine.

   I made swift work of the cock in my mouth.  Maybe it was my muffled
screams from the intense gang fucking I was getting, coupled with my
ability to stuff every inch of that delicious prick in my mouth, up to his
balls.  "Oh fuck..." was all the poor guy could gasp, before delivering a
blast of his hot jism down my throat.  Greedily, I swallowed every drop.

   The guy between my tits was next.  Humping those beautiful mounds proved
to be too much for his senses to handle, and with a soft moan he, too,
began shooting.  After the first spurt went all over my tits and my neck,
he courteously tried to give me more cum for my swallowing pleasure.  With
the way I was thrashing about, though, he only succeeded in getting it all
over my face and in my hair.

   The third guy, hammering away at my cunt, watched as his friends treated
me to a cum-bath, and this in turn was quickly driving him over the edge.

   "Uhhh...want it....on your face.....?" he asked.

   "Mmmmm why not....everyone else does..." I panted.  Eager to release, he
pulled out and knelt over me, his balls slapping against my nipples as he
jacked off all over my face.  As he climbed down, I tugged at the cocks in
my hand.  "C'mon....your turn to play...." They hopped up on the counter
with me, and we all agreed that they could best fuck me if I were on my
hands and knees.  I happily complied, taking one cock into my shaved pussy
and the other into my mouth.  The stud behind me immediately began brutally
ravaging me, grabbing my hips to fuck me extra hard.  The guy in my mouth
just knelt there and let me work my oral magic, telling me between moans
what great head I give.  I thanked him for the compliments by continuing to
deep throat him.  His endurance was no match for my years of cocksucking
experience, and before too long he threw his head back and let out that
sweet-sounding male guttural moan that I've come to know and love so much,
the sound that means that my hot, wet mouth is about to be filled with
about a quart of my lover's hot, sticky cum.  This time, though, I grabbed
his shaft and encircled my thumb and forefinger around the base of it,
preventing him from shooting.  I could feel him pulsing and throbbing in my
mouth.  Pulling his manhood out of my mouth with a loud, wet slurp, I took
in the sight of this magnificent love muscle, pulsating and begging for
release.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could, stuck out my tongue and
released my hold on the base of his prick, running my hand up and down his
shaft.  I was rewarded with a torrential stream of jizz which hit me
squarely in the cheek, dripping off my face and down onto the already
cum-soaked counter.  I re-aimed, and the rest of his load went right into
my mouth.  I swished it around, opened my mouth to show him, then swallowed
it all with a gulp.

   Of course, the stud who was fucking me doggy style was ready to go too
at this point.  Pulling out of my cunt, he shot his load all over my ass
and my back, then stood over me and rubbed it into my skin with his cock. I
then collapsed from exhaustion, right there on the counter.

   The guys, amazingly enough, suddenly remembered the reason they'd
originally come into my ice cream parlor!  "Hey...  we never did get our
ice cream!" one of them pointed out.

   "Yeah...what about that?" another of them demanded of me.

   "I'm beat...I'm afraid you'll have to serve yourselves..." All five of
them pounced on the offer, retrieving sundae dishes and pondering over what
type of ice cream to try.  One of them, the second guy whom I'd sucked off,
saw my handwritten note on the dry-erase board under the menu: "Ask me
about the flavor of the month!" So he asked.

   I sat up, looked at him, and told him, "You just had it, honey!" All six
of us started laughing at that.  The guys began to eat their ice cream, and
I just sat there catching my breath.  One of them offered to scoop out some
ice cream for me.

   "No thanks," I replied, "I'm covered."

   "I'll say!" he joked, indicating the sticky mess covering my face, hair,
tits, back and ass.  Idly, I scooped a little of the cum up with my finger,
then took it into my mouth and sucked it clean.  Then repeated the gesture
with my jizz-soaked boobs, using both hands to scoop the cum away and
sucking my fingers clean one by one.

   Too late, I realized the consequences of my slutty actions, as I again
found myself surrounded by the five young men.  Their pricks were showing
signs of life again, no doubt aroused by my little show of finger sucking.
Then I was guided, gently but firmly, back down to a prone position on the
counter top, and they took me again.

   **************************************

   That first day on the job was exhausting.  The very next day, I put a
"help wanted" sign in the window.  Later on, while I was at the counter
doing the ledger, a voice said, "Excuse me...I'm here about the job?"

   I looked up...it was the sexy redhead from the day before.  Five minutes
later, I was "interviewing" her on the floor of the walk-in cooler, the two
of us entangled in a hot 69 on the cold, cold floor.  Three orgasms later,
she had the job.

   As we dressed, she told me her name was Randi.  I introduced myself as
well.  We agreed that it just wouldn't be appropriate to address each other
as "bitch" or "wench" or "dyke" in front of customers.

   As we headed back to the front of the store, adjusting our skimpy
clothing, we saw that we had a customer, a man of about 27.  He'd been in
the day before with his rather nagging wife.  He'd also stolen several
glances at me when his nagging wife wasn't looking.  He was alone today
though, and now he had twice as much cleavage to ogle with Randi there.

   "We're sorry," I began.  "Were you waiting long, sir?"

   "About ten minutes.  But it's not a prob--"

   "Oh...we're terribly sorry.  Ten minutes....that's completely
unacceptable, wouldn't you agree Randi?" I murmured, pressing myself up
against our customer and rubbing my tits against him.

   "Oh, yes...completely so, Terri."

   "I think a little customer satisfaction in order...don't you, Randi?"

   "Absolutely," Randi cooed, switching the sign on our door from "open" to
"closed", as I guided our customer to the counter top and grabbed a can of
whipped cream.

   "Listen...um....miss...really...it's ok...I'm in no hurry...."

   "Good, sir," I oozed as Randi tugged at the guy's pants, "because we
weren't planning on you going anywhere for awhile..."