Chapter 4
Jimmy O'Brien quickly took care of his business at the service station, then drove over to the Four Aces. He needed a drink badly after the wild tongue-fucking and screwing he had given Lainie Harper. His prick still ached sensuously at the memories of the luscious young wife's succulent cunt and the way she had gone crazy with lust for him.
There was no hint of regret in Jimmy for just having seduced his friend's wife. Carl should have thought about that before he went and got himself into trouble, he said silently to himself. Jimmy's one driving motivation was to look out for himself - in business, with women, and in every other phase of his life. He and Carl had been good buddies in Vietnam, but that was years ago, and Jimmy had watched his friend turn into a self-pitying drunk over the past couple of years.
Now Carl was in jail, with no way to raise the bail, leaving his beautiful wife to the mercy of any stud who had guts enough to take her. That was just fine with Jimmy. Under any other circumstances, if the situation was reversed, for example, and he was married to a sexpot like Lainie, and had gone to jail, he would have expected other men to do the same to him. That was life, he thought, the strong take what they want!
The Four Aces was crowded with its usual assortment of drunks and bar-flies when Jimmy pushed open the door and went inside. Several people waved at him, but he didn't stop to speak to anyone, pushing his way through the crowd to the last booth at the end of the bar. He slumped down into it and waited for the waitress to come over and take his order. All he wanted at the moment was plenty of beer and a chance to think about Lainie.
He had promised the beautiful young wife a job, and he was going to stick to his promises, but only on his own terms. Besides, he thought lewdly, I don't want that hot little bitch out of my sight! It was obvious that Carl wouldn't be out of jail for weeks - maybe even months. By that time Jimmy would probably be tired of Lainie and ready to send her back to Carl. If not, well, he'd face that when it happened.
"Hi, Jimmy," the middle-aged, bleached-blond waitress said, coming over to his booth. Marge Comstock was overweight and not particularly pretty, but she had the wildest mouth in town. The woman was a born cock-sucker, able to drive any man wild with her talented mouth and tongue. For her, any other kind of sex was only tolerable at best, and as often as not she couldn't come with a cock in any other part of her body but her mouth.
"Hi, Marge," Jimmy answered, winking at the woman, "how's tricks? You been getting any strange stuff lately?"
Jimmy was one of Marge's favorites because of his gigantic cock. And she was always available to him, always eager and willing to come to his gas station, or house, for an hour or an evening of sucking his throbbing prick. He used her like he used all of his women - with arrogant scorn for their feelings.
"None as good as you, honey," she giggled, licking her lips lewdly and winking back at him. "How come you ain't called me lately?"
"I been busy as hell, Marge," he shrugged. "Bring me a couple of beers, huh?"
"How about me joining you, honey?" Marge asked, thrusting her mammoth breasts out invitingly. "I got a fifteen minute break coming, maybe you and I could think of something exciting to do, huh?"
Jimmy really didn't want the waitress' company right now, but his suddenly throbbing cock signaled something else. Marge really is great at blow-jobs, he told himself. Maybe a quick one wouldn't hurt.
"Come and have a beer with me, Marge," he grinned, surrendering to the ache between his loins, "I'm not promising anything, though."
Marge giggled and scurried away to get the drinks. While she was gone he thought about Lainie again. The sexy young wife was a little pissed at him, that was no secret. It always amazed him the games broads tried to play with a guy. She had loved the tongue-fucking he'd given her, almost went crazy when he shoved his huge prick up into her cunt and made her come. Yet, afterward, she pretended that she hadn't really wanted him to fuck her.
Okay, baby, he thought smugly, two can play that game. I've given you a taste of a real man's cock now, let's see you squirm a little bit before I fuck you again! Jimmy had no doubt that the sexy blonde wife would be back for more of his wild prick. But maybe she needed to be taught a lesson that she wasn't the only cunt in town.
"I got a whole half-hour!" Marge said, appearing suddenly at the booth with a tray of beer and two glasses. "And if we need more time than that, well, I'll tell Harry to stuff his goddamned job! Move over, Jimmy, and let me squeeze in there with you."
Almost as soon as she sat down her hand was on his leg, stroking it sensuously as she used her other hand to pour out his beer.
"Aren't you having one?" Jimmy asked, seeing her ignore the other glass.
"Hell, no," she giggled excitedly, increasing the pressure of her fingers on his thigh. "The only thing I want to drink is some of that delicious juice of yours! But Harry Harry thinks it's okay for us to sit with customers if we're drinking his rot-gut. Christ, you'd think we were B-girls or something!"
"You sucked anybody else off today?" Jimmy asked teasingly.
"No, I been saving it all for you, sweetie," she giggled again, sliding her hand toward the massively throbbing mound between his legs. "Hurry up and drink your beer, baby. Then we can use the storeroom out back for a few minutes loving, huh?"
Her hand suddenly grasped Jimmy's fly, pulling down the zipper and worming her long fingers into the bulging entrance of his shorts. In a moment she was caressing the hotly pulsing cock into a rock-hard erection with her maddening strokes.
"Hey, take it easy," he protested in a mock whisper. "I don't want everybody in the joint to see what's going on here."
She took her hand away for a second and gazed at him with lust-filled eyes. "Let me suck you now, honey, please? Jesus, I'm so horny I can't wait another minute!"
"Not yet," he teased, wanting her to beg for it. Jimmy had a cruel streak in him that women like Marge loved. Even though he was more than ready for her to wrap her full lips around the head of his throbbing prick, he wanted to torture her a little longer.
"I might go down on you right here," she giggled, shamelessly returning her hand to his heatedly pulsating prick and letting her fingers slide back and forth over the velvet foreskin, massaging the tip of the swollen, blood-engorged head.
Her hand gripped the thick cock tightly and expertly, squeezing it, then relaxing her fingers, repeating the lascivious movement over and over again until Jimmy had to finally pull her hand away lest he come right there.
Marge chuckled lewdly as she replaced his hotly quivering rod back inside his trousers. "Such a beautiful prick, Jimmy," she moaned obscenely. "I could suck you off for hours! Jesus, I'd like to take that whole fucking thing in my mouth and then stuff your balls in too!"
"Okay, let's find that storeroom now," he said hoarsely, unable to wait any longer. His lurid thoughts were still on Lainie Harper, his mind reeling with anticipation of the moment she would be closing her hot, warm mouth around the end of his prick. And he hadn't any doubt it would be soon. For now he would let Marge blow him, drink his heated sperm until her wet cavern was full of his sticky white juices. He got to his feet. "Come on, let's get going!"
Chuckling with obscene lust, the waitress got up from the booth and followed him quickly through the little doorway at the back of the tavern, down a long hallway past the toilets, then into a large room filled with beer and whiskey cases.
Marge didn't waste any time. She led Jimmy over to where a space had been cleared, then pushed him down on a stack of beer cases. Dropping eagerly to her knees in front of him, her eyes glowing with lust, she began rubbing the entire length of his pulsating hardness as Jimmy's heart began to beat faster and faster.
It always gave him a tremendous thrill to see a woman kneeling subserviently in front of him like this, knowing that in a moment his prick was going to be thrusting in and out of that female's hot, wet mouth. He watched with increasing lust as Marge's nimble fingers crept to the zipper and slowly opened the front of his trousers so that she could have complete access to the naked flesh there. Her hands slipped quickly inside his shorts again to come to rest on the heatedly aroused cock and his aching balls.
"You like me a little bit, don't you, Jimmy?" she wheezed, caressing his turgid pole of lust-swollen meat. "You don't think I'm just a cock-sucking slut, do you, Jimmy?"
"Naw, Marge," he said slowly, wanting to laugh in her face at the woman's desperate need for his approval. "Hey, you going to eat my prick or just sit there and play with it?"
"I can't help it the way I love to suck cock," she murmured, almost to herself. "I've always been this way ... even when I was just a crummy kid. I love the feel of a hard cock in my mouth and the sensation that it gives me when a guy drops a heavy load in my throat! You got a big load for me, honey?"
"Who was the first dude you ever sucked-off? Jimmy asked as she slid the velvety foreskin back with tantalizing slowness and blew her hot breath on the tip.
"Some neighbor who lived next door when I was a kid," Marge whispered, teasing his prick with her fingers until the entire length of the lust-swollen tip reached its full, massive size like a red hot, throbbing pole of meat. "He used to pay me to come into his house when his wife was away ... after a while I started sucking cocks for free. God, I love your cock," she said in a hoarse, passion-choked voice. "It's so big and thick! Oh, Jimmy, I wish you'd let me suck you every day."
Slowly she moved forward on her knees, lowering her mouth until it hovered just above his eagerly pulsating knob. Then, as he gave a sigh of pleasure, her soft warm mouth closed wetly around the pulsing head and she began to suck on the rubbery tip as though it were the most delicious morsel she had ever tasted. She plunged downward, taking almost the entire shaft of his cock into her mouth, racing her tongue up and down the heated flesh, slobbering wetly over him, her breasts pressed sensuously against his legs as her ovaled lips sucked furiously on the massive rod.
Jimmy stared down at the sight of the waitress laboring over his thick cock, his excitement rising, his mind fantasizing Lainie Harper eating the rigid pole. This overweight female was a pale imitation of the beautiful young wife, but Marge knew what she was doing and, in a moment, Jimmy had forgotten all about Lainie and was concentrating on the warmth and softness of Marge's lips and tongue. She shoved his pelvis forward, allowing her mouth to burrow all the way down to the base of his thick prick. He was filled with a coarse desire to drench her throat with his hot male semen, to drown her in the sticky white sperm.
"Suck it, you bitch!" he hissed viciously. "Suck it like the goddamned slut you are!"
He felt her cringe at the obscene words, but he knew that was what Marge liked to hear while she was eating prick. She slavered her warmly wet tongue all along the base and underside of his moistly pulsing cock, reveling in the thick, powerful blue veins that stood out beneath the rubbery flesh, moving her mouth upwards again to tease the tiny hole before running her lapping strokes down his long, wet shaft to the base where his wiry pubic hair tickled her chin.
Her voraciously sucking mouth was driving him crazy, but she didn't let up on the pressure of her tongue or tightened lips as he began to squirm his pelvis around in excited circles. Then, to give him more pleasure, she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft and began to pump it furiously, sending excruciating shivers of delight through his loins.
"Oh Jeeze, yeh, yeh, that's it, you fucking whore!" he grunted, taking her head between his hands and guiding the frantically sucking mouth up and down the moistly glistening length of meat. "Play with my balls, too, baby!"
Marge smiled through the load of meat in her mouth, using her free hand to knead and caress the pendulous testicles that swung free beneath Jimmy's cock. She tried to mentally calculate how much of his delicious sperm she could expect. Every drop was precious to her each exploding mouthful something to be relished.
She licked and sucked with growing abandon on the hotly throbbing cock while her hands massaged his shaft and balls. She was wild with desire, couldn't wait to taste his warm semen shooting into her mouth and throat. She had to suck him dry ... had to make him groan with pleasure, just as she was now groaning from the intense sensations that rocked her wetly dilated cunt. She ground her pussy down against her legs, feeling an excitement building there. She would have preferred to have one hand free so that she could strum her swollen clitoris at the same time she sucked him, but it wasn't important - she could come this way too.
Trailing her hot little tongue up and down along his blue-veined shaft, to the pulsating, blood-filled head, then down to where her tongue met her wildly beating fist, she sucked at him greedily, hungrily, her mind reeling with pleasure.
Suddenly a sense of rapturous triumph spread through her as she felt him about to come. She increased the intensity of her mouth and fingers, slamming her wetly pulsating cunt hard down against her legs while she devoured the eagerly jerking rod with her warm mouth.
Then a groan of ecstasy exploded from Jimmy's mouth and he felt himself coming. His hands gripped her head more tightly, his pelvis arching up so that almost the whole of his twelve inch massive rod was buried deep in the back of Marge's throat. A head-long rush of hot churning semen came up from the aching balls she was massaging, then erupted in a warm, frothy cascade into her gluttonously sucking oral cavern.
"Swallow it, you bitch!" he cried out as her lips tightened around his palpitating shaft. "Go on, you cock-sucker ... eat me ... eat every fucking inch of me!"
Great gulping sounds floated up to him as the waitress struggled to swallow every drop of his hotly spewing fluid. As she drank the male liquid greedily. Marge felt her own orgasm rush madly through her throbbing cunt in response to Jimmy's sudden release. Her thick curds of juice flowed down her undulating cuntal walls and left a tell-tale stain of pungently perfumed wetness on her panties.
Still she didn't release the turgid shaft, licking and sucking as fast as she could; hungrily, greedily, lovingly drinking every last drop of his scalding semen and letting it run in thick rivulets down her gulping throat.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jimmy felt the pull of her still-sucking lips causing a slight pain in his cock and balls. Reluctantly he forced her head away, laughing at the look of disappointment in her eyes and the way his semen was oozing out of the sides of her mouth.
"Like it, bitch?" he gloated. "Like to suck old Jimmy's prick for him?"
"Oh, yes, I love it ... love it!" she sighed, resting her fevered cheek against the limp cock. Suddenly she looked up at him and smiled cryptically. "But, you've been a bad boy, haven't you, you bastard?"
"How's that?"
"You think I couldn't taste some other broad's cunt-stink on your prick," she chided him. "You fucked some cunt not too long ago!"
"So what?" he snarled, tired of the overweight waitress. He shoved her away and stood up, stuffing his cock into his trousers and then zipping up the fly. "Hey, Marge, you ever eat pussy? I mean really stick your head down between a broad's legs and ream out that little hole with your tongue?"
"Once or twice," she admitted unhappily, wishing he'd let her attach her mouth to his prick again. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering, that's all," he shrugged. "There's this girl I know, a real knockout, if you know what I mean," he paused and drew an hourglass figure with his hands in the air " ... maybe some night I'll let you go down on her. How would you like that?"
"You mean a threesome?" she asked lewdly, her eyes narrowing with new lust at the thought of joining Jimmy and another cunt in bed together.
"I said maybe," he laughed cruelly, pinching her cheek and then turning to go back into the tavern. "We'll see ... we'll see ..."
He was whistling happily as he strutted down the long hallway, leaving Marge still on her knees in the storeroom. He wondered how Lainie Harper would respond to getting eaten out by Marge? The beautiful blonde certainly had enjoyed him chewing on her cunt! He filed the idea away in the back of his lascivious mind.
Lainie had awoken and gone home before Jimmy O'Brien returned from the Four Aces. She was in her apartment now, the telephone receiver off the cradle so that anyone calling would get a busy signal, the front door tightly locked and chained so that she would have no unwelcome visitors.
It was almost midnight now and she was still feeling the effects of the drug and the alcohol she had ingested. The nervous young wife tried to eat, but she couldn't manage to stomach the food, so it sat before her on the kitchen table, cold and uneaten.
She tried desperately not to think about what had happened this afternoon in Jimmy O'Brien's house. But her mind kept coming back to the overwhelming sensations of ecstasy the handsome man's tongue and throbbing cock had brought her. Her cunt still ached from the delirious pleasure she had felt, sensations so new and exciting that she still blushed at the very memories.
So that's what sexual rapture is? she thought silently, staring at the wall. She had been taken to the very heights of sexual bliss by an arrogant, insolent man whom she now hated with a deep passion. It seemed bitterly ironic that Carl had not been able to bring her that kind of pleasure in all the years of their marriage - that it had taken his best friend to show her how intensely gratifying a wild sexual experience could be.
She swore to herself that it would never happen again unless it was with her husband. She had tasted the fruits of self-destruction and found them perilously seductive. It seemed to the confused young wife that anyone seeing her now must be able to recognize the changes in her. Lainie Harper's mind and body were no longer under her control - the touch of a man's hand on her quivering body, the rapturous thrill of a man's softly rasping tongue insinuating itself up into the velvet of her cunt, the savage joy of a hard-driving, gigantic cock slamming in and out of her dilated pussy - any one of these things now had the power to turn her into a raging, sex-starved slut!
And it seemed especially ironic that the very thing that could bring such ecstasy was capable of also bringing her such intense pain and mental anguish.
Suddenly she knew she had to wash away the sweat and sperm that Jimmy O'Brien had left on her young body, to scour her flesh, if not her soul, of all the evidence of her shame and degradation. She got up and went quickly into the small bathroom and turned on the water tap in the bathtub to its hottest setting. Stripping off her clothing, she stared long and hard at herself in the full-length mirror, seeing the luscious flesh of her magnificent breasts and the flaring sweep of her slender hips. Then, moving very reluctantly and slowly, her eyes went to the furry triangle at the bottom of her stomach. She could see the soft indentation of her cunt and an excited sigh escaped her lips at the awful memories of how she had begged Jimmy to sink his turgid prick far up in that well of pulpy femininity. The tub was filled by the time she tore her accusing stare away from her lovely body.
The water was blazing hot, but she clenched her teeth together tightly and lowered herself down into the steaming tub, masochistic thoughts racing through her brain now. Somehow it made things seem -better if she punished herself this way.
She lay there like that in the scalding water for a long time, long enough for it to cool considerably, before she opened her eyes and felt the velvety liquid sensuously lapping around her creamy flesh. Her nipples, she could see, were puckered and soft, and little tingles of erotic pleasure surged through her involuntarily.
"No!" she said aloud, angry at herself again. "I've got to stop thinking about this afternoon. I've got to!"
Lainie took a washcloth and a bar of soap and began scrubbing viciously at her sensitive flesh, not caring about the pain she was inflecting upon herself. But she couldn't control the sudden rush of pleasure that swept across her reclining body when her hand slipped down and the washcloth touched the mound of her pubis.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned, biting her lower lip with sharp little teeth as her fingers touched her tiny bundle of nerve endings. Tingles of electric pleasure ran down through her legs when she caressed her clitoris, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Involuntarily her thighs opened slightly to allow the soft washcloth to dig into the eagerly waiting crotch. "Oooohhh ... mmmm ..." she moaned again as her fingers began to strum the water-slickened outer pussy lips that guarded her swampy cuntal trench.
Her tortured brain tried to warn her not to do this, that she was once again succumbing to the obscene desires of her hotly aroused body, but she ignored the signals that were racing through her reeling brain. This isn't wrong! she argued silently. This isn't like letting a man - a disgusting, horny man, fill her with confusion and wanton pleasure. She was being enveloped in waves of rapturous joy as she felt the familiar flashes of sensuality sweep over her trembling young body.
Her whole lower body was moving faster and faster in the water in rhythm to the quickening, eager fingers. Oh God! she thought, it feels so good ... sooo good! She was panting now, her face contorted with lust, her head rolling from side to side in the narrow tub as first one finger, then another, probed at the dilated lips and the velvety inner canal that led up into the depths of her cunt.
For the first time in her life she was masturbating!
All thoughts of anything but the building orgasm left her brain as the lascivious finger-fucking continued. Her whole body was alive with jolting flashes of ecstasy, her nipples hard and straining now, begging to be touched. Her free hand moved quickly up to the succulent mounds of her breasts, massaging the tiny, hardened and wrinkled flesh that dotted each melon-like breast, caressing them, savoring the warm sensations that immediately washed over her.
And suddenly her mind was filled with obscene images of Jimmy O'Brien kneeling between her widespread legs; of his hard, throbbing cock nudging at the smoothly wet entrance to her cunt, of his lewd laughter as he began the slow, rhythmic thrusting, in and out, that had brought her such ecstasy.
"AAAAHHHHH!" she cried as the first little spasms of her orgasm exploded in her burning, quivering loins. Her knees spread further apart as her fingers frantically dug into her pussy, thrusting, probing, milking out another mind-boggling climax - then another - then another! Her cunt throbbed painfully, filled with the exquisite ache of sexual gratification, her mind and body now totally surrendering to the obscene joy of auto-eroticism.
She was half submerged in the water, her fingers pressing feverishly into the heated interior of her cuntal depths, her eyes tightly closed, her whole being lost in an erotic world of sexual pleasure.
Lainie had aroused herself to new and lurid heights of lascivious joy, probing and thrusting with her fingers until her twitching cunt churned with uncontrolled delight. Each time a new spasm jolted her she screamed again, splaying her thighs wider in an attempt to seemingly bury her whole hand up inside her undulating female interior.
"OOOHHHH ... AAAAHHHH ... IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ... SOOO GOOD!" she cooed as she drove her thumb against the passion-swollen button of her aching clitoris, pressing her fingers hotly into the hard little bud of aroused flesh.
It was a long, long time before her cries of ecstasy ceased and she finally pulled her slender fingers out of her gooey cuntal passage.
Lainie was thoroughly surprised when Jimmy O'Brien beat on her apartment door the next morning. She had been up since dawn, wandering aimlessly around the small rooms, trying to get up the courage to visit Carl. She had no idea if she would be able to actually face her cuckolded husband. It seemed to her that he would immediately know that she had been unfaithful to him.
"Lainie?" Jimmy's voice boomed through the locked door. "Hey, are you going to work or not?"
Startled, the frightened young wife ran to the door and threw her body against it, as if to keep him out. She had forgotten all about the job Jimmy had offered her. Now she was sure that it was only a trick so that he could get into the apartment and seduce her again. She no longer trusted her body against him.
"Go away!" she cried out, praying that they wouldn't wake up everyone in the building. "Please, just go away and leave me alone!"
"Hey, what's the matter, Lainie?" he called out to her. "Look, we're going to be late for work. Come on, open up, will you?"
"No, it's only a trick!" she yelped, listening to his meaty hands pounding savagely at the door. There was no longer any question that someone would call the police if he didn't quiet down. She had to do something - and fast! Making sure that the chain was in place, she opened the door a few inches and peered out at the handsome man.
"Jimmy, please go away before you wake up the whole building," she pleaded.
"Look, Lainie, you accepted my job offer yesterday. I need somebody to do the books at the gas station and act as cashier. I'll pay you seventy-five a week, okay?"
Seventy-five dollars a week didn't seem like much money to Lainie, but she knew Jimmy's reputation as being a real cheapskate with his employees. Still, it was the first genuine job offer she had had, and God only knew when another would come along.
She hesitated, remembering how easily Jimmy had seduced her the day before.
"Hey," he said with a warm smile, "if you're worrying about yesterday, well, I'm ashamed of myself for that. It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't been drinking so much. Look, there's no strings attached to this job. Do you want it or not?"
The distraught young wife wanted to believe him, but she was still uncertain about her new-found sexuality. No! she said to herself firmly, it won't happen again! She wasn't a common little slut who spread her legs for any horny male who wanted her! She would be strong and aloof, no matter what the temptations!
"Do you promise?" she asked hesitantly.
"Sure," he lied smoothly. "You get dressed and I'll go down and wait in the car. Only hurry, huh? We've got a long day ahead of us.
Neither of them talked on the trip from the apartment to the station. Lainie sat huddled on her side, as far away from Jimmy's body as she could get. The handsome man seemed in excellent spirits, whistling and humming to himself as they drove along. She had dressed conservatively in a bulky sweater that hid the soft roundness of her breasts, and in dark slacks that were loose enough so as not to accentuate her lovely body.
"Here we are," Jimmy called out, turning the car into the station.
The nervous young wife was more than a little surprised by the size of the station and the obvious volume of business. There were four sets of pumps - all of them doing a brisk business, and six mechanic's bays in the garage portion of the station. There were cars in various states of repair in all of the bays, and a parking space at the side of the station had a half-dozen other cars waiting for service.
Jimmy parked his convertible behind the station and came around and opened the door for Lainie. "Not bad for a country boy, huh?" he boasted. "We didn't do fifty dollars worth of business a day when I bought this place. Now we gross about ten grand a week!"
They walked through the station and into the spacious cashier/bookkeeper's office. A pretty young redheaded woman sat at the desk going over a stack of repair bills. She looked up and smiled at Jimmy and Lainie as they entered.
"Hi, Jimmy, is this my new assistant?" she asked.
The girl stood up and extended her slim hand to Lainie. She was taller than the young wife, with fiery red hair that fell around her shoulders in a tangle. Her wide-set green eyes sparkled brightly, and her full, sensuous lips were smiling. She was dressed casually, in a bright green, western-style shirt that did nothing to hide the proudly jutting outline of her swollen breasts; an incredibly short mini-skirt, and her long, shapely legs ended in tooled-leather cowboy boots.
"Ginny, this is Lainie Harper," Jimmy said "Lainie, Ginny is our full-time bookkeeper and cashier, you'll be learning the business from her."
"Nice to meet you, Lainie," Ginny said warmly. "That's a funny name, though."
"My real name is Elaine," the young wife said, amazed by the sensuality the redhead exuded from every pore of her voluptuous young body. Suddenly Lainie wished desperately that she had dressed less conservatively. Alongside the pretty redhead she looked dowdy and unattractive, she was sure.
"I'll leave you two pretty young things alone," Jimmy said. "Ginny, you show Lainie how we do things here. After you get her trained maybe you can start taking off those two extra days a week you want. Don't try to learn everything in one day, though, Lainie Just take it nice and easy, huh?"
He was gone before the young wife had chance to answer him. Lainie turned to face her co-worker, blushing immediately as she saw the woman staring boldly at her luscious young body.
"Is something wrong?" she asked quickly fighting down her nervousness and anxiety about the new job.
"There sure as hell is, honey," Ginny laughed lewdly. "I guess you don't understand why Jimmy's business here is so successful. The guys that come in here like to see a little flesh, if you know what I mean? That's why I dress like this. Show 'em a little tits and ass and they'll drive miles to bring their cars to us rather than some other place."
"I'm not a go-go dancer!" Lainie said hotly, her temper suddenly rising at the thought of coming to work half-naked so that horny customers could ogle her ripe young body.
"Hey, take it easy, kiddo," Ginny said soothingly. "You don't have to let them touch, just let them see a little skin so that they can go home and fantasize about you while they bang their ugly wives or jerk-off! And don't worry about anybody getting too friendly with you ... Jimmy knows how to handle anyone who thinks a lube job entitles them to a free feel!"
Lainie was revolted by the thought of wearing skimpy clothing just so the customers would get excited and horny. But she said nothing, realizing that she had much to learn about the outside world.
"Well, come on, we've got lots to do, honey," Ginny sighed, pointing at the stack of bills and repair tickets on the desk. "Have a seat and I'll try and teach you the job."
The rest of the day seemed to fly by, with Lainie in a constant state of confusion over the incredible amount of paper-work that passed through their offices. She made dozens of mistakes, but Ginny took them in stride, correcting them without criticism, alternating her time between the desk and the cashier's window where the male customers seemed to be more interested in looking down the open top buttons of her shirt than in paying their bills.
And the young redhead handled the men smoothly, joking with them and sharing the double-entendres and crude remarks with remarkable aplomb. Only once did she lose her temper. That was when an elderly man with bad breath openly propositioned her.
"Fuck off, you old prick!" she had exploded, slapping the man viciously across the face as he tried to pinch her breast with his mottled fingers. "You take your business somewhere else, Clyde," she snarled at the startled man. "And if you want a piece of ass you go find a whore!"
Embarrassed and afraid that she would call Jimmy, the man left quickly, almost running out of the office in his haste to get away from the angry cashier. When he was gone, Ginny turned to Lainie and they both began laughing hysterically.
Jimmy and the other mechanics were in and out of the office all day, with the greasy men openly ogling Lainie and Ginny, but saying nothing out of the way to either woman. Jimmy was all business, neither friendly nor unfriendly. Twice during the day he disappeared into the adjoining office for short periods to deposit cash in the safe. Lainie could see that Jimmy's office was small but well furnished.
By five o'clock Lainie was mentally and physically exhausted, but it was a good feeling for her. Not once during the hectic afternoon had she had time to think about her own troubles. She now knew the rudiments of the billing system and could figure out the erratic handwriting of the mechanics. There was a short burst of intense activity from five to six, then things slowed down and most of the employees went home.
"Well, how did things go?" Jimmy asked, coming into the office a little after six. "Everything okay?"
"She did just fine, honey," Ginny said generously.
"I made a lot of mistakes," Lainie admitted, blushing: a little. "But I think I'm learning."
"Great! Couple more days and you'll be running the place," Jimmy laughed. "Okay, I'm going to lock up now. Ginny, why don't you get the day's books together and we'll go over them when I'm finished, all right?"
"Can I go home now?" Lainie asked quickly. There was a bus stop in front of the station, and she had no intention of allowing Jimmy the liberty of driving her home. All she wanted now was a long, steaming bath and a good night's sleep. She blushed suddenly at the thought of what had happened in her bathtub last night.
"You wait for me, honey," Ginny answered the question. "I'll run you home if it's okay with Jimmy." She looked over at her smiling employer who nodded slowly, winking at her. "It's settled then," the redhead said. "Maybe we can even have dinner together."
Lainie wanted to protest, but Ginny's offer seemed so generous that she didn't have the heart to refuse. Besides, she thought to herself, it'll be nice to talk to someone without having to worry about them trying to seduce you!
It took only a few minutes for Jimmy to lock up the pumps and service bays. When he came back, he and Ginny went into his adjoining office and closed the door, leaving Lainie to leaf through a dog-eared magazine while she waited for them to finish.
Suddenly Lainie felt thirsty. She put the magazine down and went out of the office toward the water cooler which was on the wall just outside the office. She stopped quickly as she heard Jimmy's and Ginny's voices clearly. She hadn't noticed before, but Jimmy's office had a small window along the wall that opened onto the service area of the station. The window was open now.
"I guess that about does it," she heard the handsome station owner say. "Not a bad day, huh?"
"Pretty good," Ginny laughed lewdly. "Do I qualify for a bonus today?"
"Horny are you?"
"Did you ever see me when I wasn't?"
"No, I guess not. What about Lainie?" Jimmy chuckled obscenely. "You know how you scream and yell when you get your nuts off."
"It's that big wonderful cock of yours that's at fault, lover," Ginny replied in a breathless whisper.
Lainie could hardly believe her ears. She blushed furiously as she stood there and listened, her feet not responding to her brain's command to move away from the window, his was horrible, too monstrous for words! Was Jimmy fucking every woman in town? she thought angrily.
Despite her total revulsion, Lainie couldn't help moving closer to the window. She knew how wrong this was, that she should have tinned and left the station immediately and taken a bus home. Yet something made her want to listen to this disgusting conversation. She felt cheap and dirty, ashamed and embarrassed by her own actions but she couldn't help but be obscenely fascinated.
She peered cautiously into the window. Although the window was opened outward, there was a curtain covering it-or, to be more precise, almost covering it. A slit about two inches wide allowed Lainie to see clearly into the office.
Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Jimmy and Ginny standing in front of his desk. The redhead was scraping one long, scarlet-tipped finger erotically across his chest, and Jimmy's throbbing cock was clearly outlined against his trousers.
"Come on, we've got time," Ginny cooed seductively, licking her lips with the tiny pink tip of her tongue.
To Lainie's astonishment, the redhead pulled up her short skirt and placed the palm of Jimmy's hand between her naked thighs.
My God! Lainie gasped. She's not even wearing any panties!
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Ginny moaned, feeling the strong hand directly on the heated, hair-covered mound of her cunt. She shamelessly pressed her warmly throbbing pussy flesh against the hand, clamping her shapely thighs together to hold it in place. "Can you feel my cunt, baby? Jesus, touch my clit, Jimmy ... play with it, huh?"
She reached out with the other hand and placed it squarely on the horny man's lust-stiffened cock as it strained hungrily against the taut material of his trousers. Moving closer, her eyes clouded with lust, she pressed her firmly pointed breasts against his chest, keeping his hand still clamped tightly against her nakedly pulsing cunt and massaging his thickened cock with gently, rubbing motions.
Lainie was shocked beyond belief by their wanton language and actions, and everything in her cried out for her to turn and run out of this wicked man's gas station. But something deep inside her made her stand there and watch. And her cunt grew warm and damp with sympathetic desire, her passions surging up with involuntary furor in her trembling body.
"Fuck me, Jimmy," the redhead pleaded in a passion-drenched voice. "Shove that big cock up inside me and fuck the life out of me. Oh, Jesus, I can't wait much longer.
Ginny moved back a few inches and lifted her buttocks up onto the desk, sitting provocatively so that her two ripe breasts jutted out invitingly, the swollen mounds straining against the tightly fitting skirt. Jimmy's swollen cock was jerking hungrily under his greasy trousers and his face was contorted with lust as he watched the girl spread her shapely legs apart, lift her mini-skirt above the red triangle of her pubic hair, and frantically finger the already lubrication-drenched opening of her pinkly glistening cuntal slit.
Lainie watched without moving, her own desire rising like a burning flame, her cunt twitching and tingling, as Ginny began unbuttoning Jimmy's shirt, then her own, exposing the luscious valley between her voluptuous breasts. She slowly pulled her skirt off and dropped it onto the desk, leaning back invitingly so that Jimmy could see right up between the softly cushioned crevice of her lewdly spread thighs.
"Hurry, lover," she cooed throatily, gazing at his huge, throbbing cock-mound. "What in the hell are you waiting for?"
"Let me lock the door at least," he whispered, moving quickly over to the door and snapping shut the lock. Then, in two strides he was across the room, flinging himself on her nearly naked body, scattering the papers on the desk in every direction as she wrapped her legs, still encased in the high-heeled boots, high up around his back, pressing her warmly pulsing cunt hard against him. Feverishly his mouth and tongue worked over her neck and lightly tanned shoulders, while his hands cupped the two huge milky white mounds of her breasts.
"Suck 'em, lover," she coaxed, her eyes half-closed with lust.
With an animal-like groan, Jimmy buried his head between the two mounds, licking the light film of salty perspiration that had gathered there, seizing first one and then the other nipple between his lips and teeth and sucking and biting them into rubbery hardness.
"Do it, baby, eat me ... suck 'em ... make me feel good, oooohhhh!" Ginny squealed loudly. Then, pushing herself up into a sitting position again, she began pulling at his belt while he continued to suck and fondle her erotically swaying, juicy mounds.
"Stick your finger in my cunt," she groaned. "Hurry, I want to feel something up inside me ..."
Moving back a step to give her access to his belt and the zipper of his fly, Jimmy slipped his hand down between her widely-splayed legs and slid two fingers back up into her wetly throbbing cunt, while with a third, he teased the fleshy bud of her hotly swollen clitoris, pressing it around in lewd circles until the redhead groaned with pleasure and wriggled down against his obscenely probing hand. At the same time, she struggled savagely to open his fly. When she had managed to pull the zipper down, she reached inside his trousers and closed her fingers tightly around his rock-hard shaft.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, running her hand over its velvety surface down to the pulsing. Spongy head, "it's beautiful! Oh, Christ, I can hardly to wait to feel it up inside my pussy!"
The lewd words and the obscene spectacle she was watching made Lainie want to retch. How could they be doing this? she asked herself silently. They were like two disgusting animals in heat! But she couldn't deny the liquid fire in her own cunt, the hammering ache that was building between her creamy thighs and turning them to jelly. Oh God, I don't want to watch this! she screamed silently. I don't! I don't!
But she knew in the back of her feverish brain that nothing in the world could make her move away from the window now And she didn't even try and stop her own offending hand as it crept silently but surely down to her belly and teased gently at the plump mound of her pubis, sending new thrills racing through her whole body.
What's happening to me? she wondered, her lips going dry with sensual excitement, her legs trembling now as she leaned against the wall for support. She continued to stare into the small office, watching Jimmy remove his fingers from Ginny's moistly contracting cuntal depths and pull his trousers down so that his eager cock sprang free, standing straight out from his body and pulsing hotly with excitement. Lainie licked her lips greedily at the sight of it, remembering how wonderful it had felt buried deep in the shuddering confines of her own lust-maddened cunt.
"Get me good and hard," Jimmy urged the redhead as her fingers stretched the protective foreskin and began slowly to massage the distended rod in long, rhythmic strokes. She skillfully manipulated the lewdly excited prick, slowly increasing the pressure and tempo until he was groaning thickly, savoring the churning sensations that ran through him.
"Ooooohhhh, fuck ... I want to fuck nowwww!" he groaned as the rhythm of her stroking fingers increased to the point of no return.
No! Don't do it! Lainie heard herself shout silently.
Startled and dismayed by her own reaction, she blushed to the roots of her shimmering blonde hair. What did she care what they did? she asked, her mind reeling with the conflicting emotions that rocked her.
But the answer was suddenly obvious to her.
She was more jealous than she had ever been in her whole life!
Jealous of the man she would have sworn she hated!