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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..."

        







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