Chapter 5

Karen yawned as she left the restaurant's dressing room, somewhat tired from the previous night's fucking marathon with Billy, and her attention slipped for a moment, because she suddenly found herself colliding with one of the tallest, darkest, cutest young men she had ever seen. She took the opportunity to rub her tits quickly against his chest before backing away from him.

"Watch it, for chrissake," the young man said with quite open hostility.

"Well, uh, sorry . . ."

Karen was taken aback, for she had never been responded to in such a way with any other man when she had let her tits do the talking.

He flashed her a brief, sarcastic smile and said, "I'm sorry I talked to you that way, okay? It's just that I have some dishes to wash, and I'm kind of in a hurry."

"Oh, sure, it's okay . . ."

She realized then who the young man was; he had the same dark, handsome looks as his father, the same broad shoulders, the same flashing smile.

"You're Andy, aren't you? Tony's son?"

He nodded quickly.

"How are you? My name's-"

"Look, I'll chat with you some other time. I'll even play with your tits, since that's what you seemed to want to do a second ago, but right now I'm really busy."

And with that final note he was gone, before Karen could even tell him off for the rude way he had spoken to her. Play with her tits! As if she would even let him . . .

As she went about her work for the next few hours, she found herself thinking more and more about the young boy who seemed so much like a man. She had trouble believing Andy was only seventeen, but that's what she had heard. He seemed so mature, even if he was somewhat hostile.

Karen was also preoccupied with young Billy, who didn't seem quite so young anymore. He was talking more with the other waitresses, even flirting with them, and winking at her more than once during their workday.

The restaurant turned busy at five o'clock; they had the usual dinner crowd and also an unexpected stop by a Greyhound bus with forty people looking for some quickly prepared food. The workload was hard for all of them, but especially for Billy, because Tony didn't believe in having more than one busboy working on a shift. To bus tables quickly, Billy began loading the dishes rapidly into a buspan rather than into the smaller trays which were usually used. He hauled them back into the kitchen without taking the time to separate the dishes. This made it harder for Andy, who had to separate the dishes before washing them, and Tony also didn't believe in having more than one dishwasher working on a shift.

"Would you separate the damn dishes, for chrissake?" Karen heard Andy yell from the kitchen when she went to pick up an order.

"Fuck off," she heard Billy reply. "You can get behind and it won't hurt anything, but I can't-" "You lazy bastard!" Andy shot back, but Billy had already gone back into the restaurant to clear more tables.

This went on for almost twenty minutes, and all the while Karen found herself losing respect for Andy. Billy was right; the tables did have to be cleared immediately, but the dishes could pile up until the crowd thinned out and somebody could be spared to help get them washed. Even though Karen knew that Andy was acting like a gold-plated asshole, something about him was making the itch in her cunt return just as unbearably as ever . . .

Karen knew by the look of the dinner crowd, fifteen minutes later, that the worst was almost over, but she had no idea if it would be soon enough to prevent the conflict between Andy and Billy from coming to a head. She inwardly hoped it would be, because Andy was quite a bit bigger than young Billy, and she liked the younger boy enough to not want to see him hurt.

In another five minutes, she thought to herself, it'll be over-just five lousy minutes-and she quickly glanced from the table where she was taking an order back to the kitchen door, which Billy was entering with two full buspans of unseparated dishes. There was utter silence from the kitchen for a moment, a silence which she did not like in the least little bit, and then came the sound of two full buspans of dishes falling to the floor.

The usual jokes of "Somebody dropped their watch," and, "It's easier than washing them," followed quickly on her heels as Karen half-ran back to the kitchen. She pushed open the door to the kitchen and saw Billy half-sprawled, half- crouching on the floor, rubbing his sore chin. She looked up to see Andy staring down at the young boy with a look of boredom mixed with something like sadness, which surprised her, and which didn't help the hungry itch which had settled in her pussy.

"He didn't even give me a chance to put my guard up," Billy muttered from the floor. "Not even a chance ..."

"Billy was right, you know," Karen told Andy in what she tried to make a scolding voice, but she knew that her eyes carried lust for the tall, almost-cold young man.

Andy nodded slightly and offered a hand to Billy, who knocked it away. Andy shrugged and set to work cleaning up the broken dishes and scattered silverware.

"What the hell is going on here?" came Tony's hard voice from behind Karen.

"Your fucking kid just tried to knock my teeth out," Billy said, pushing himself to his feet.

Tony seemed surprised at the way the young, formerly shy busboy spoke to him. He looked at his son and asked, "Is that right?"

Andy nodded.

"Take a twenty-minute break," Tony told him. "I want to talk to you." He turned to Karen and said, "Get Joyce to take your station; she can handle both. I want you back here on the dishes."

There go the tips, Karen thought, but she didn't say anything. Tony obviously wasn't in a very good mood.

After only a few minutes of working on the dishes, Karen looked up and saw Tony come back into the kitchen, shaking his head.

"I just don't know what's wrong with that kid. He's a good worker, but he can't seem to get along with people. Something's eating at him, but he won't open up and tell me what it is."

"Is he in your office?" Karen asked.

"Yeah."

"Look," Karen said, "I have a break coming up-how about letting me take it now and I'll see if I can talk to him." Karen felt her cunt grow hot at the thought of the idea.

Tony considered the idea for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders in exactly the same manner as his son had and said, "I guess it can't hurt-he would probably talk to a pretty girl before he would talk to me. I know I would, especially one like you."

He stared at her for a moment, and she knew he was thinking of the fuck they had had.

"Go ahead," he said, "and if you can figure out why he's such a pain in the ass, I'll show you that I'm even better in bed the second time around."

His words hit her pussy like well-aimed arrows.

"Leave us alone awhile, okay," she asked, taking off her apron, wishing it were her uniform she was taking off.

"Sure thing."

She slowly opened the door to Tony's office and .aw Andy lounging on the couch smoking a cigarette.

"How've you been, Karen?" he asked, eyeing her voluptuous, scantily clad body.

"I'd be doing better if you weren't beating up my friends."

"That kid's your friend, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Lucky kid." He sat up on the couch and patted it beside him. "Have a seat."

She sat beside him and he handed her his cigarette.

"What's bothering you, Andy?"

"Nothing's bothering me. I'm always an unfriendly bastard. Even when feeling wonderful. A perpetual smartass."

She couldn't help but chuckle at the way he said it. "But that's no way to be, I mean, people won't like you or anything."

He smiled at her and said, "Sure they'll like me. You like me, and I've been nothing but a rude sonofabitch to you."

"How do you know I like you?"

"Because you want to fuck me."

"Andy," she said, trying to ignore him, or at least make him think she was ignoring him, "please tell me what's wrong."

He took the cigarette from her fingers and sniffed its butt once before putting it to his lips.

"Even your mouth smells beautiful," he said around the cigarette.

"Tell me about it, Andy."

"Okay, dammit, I hate my dad with all my heart-how's that sound?"

"Why are you living with him then?"

"Because my mom's even worse."

She thought about it for a moment, watching him as he crushed out the cigarette. "Do you think you're expecting too much from them?"

"Yeah, sure-I expected my dad to hang around and help raise me, and I expected my mom not to wake up with a hangover six days out of the week. It must be that I've been expecting too much from them; by God, Karen, you've shown me where the problem's at-there they were, doing their best to raise me in a decent, loving home, such wonderful people that they are ..." He lit another cigarette and stared at its burning end while they sat in silence.

Karen thought about what she should say to the bitter, sad boy, and finally decided on the truth. "You're pretty fucking sexy when you're sarcastic."

For a moment his face was that of the teenager that he was, but only for a moment; in an instant he regained his cool, aloof composure. He smiled at her, admired her long, stockinged legs, then leaned over and kissed her. He shot his tongue into her mouth for just a moment, then removed his lips from hers and dragged on his cigarette.

"I guess what really pisses me off," he said finally, "is that all of a sudden Dad's so hot to make things up to me."

"Well, better late than never, Andy-if he's willing to try to get along with you, well, you could try back."

"Ahh, you don't understand . . ." "Try me."

"He acts like he's all hot to help me out in life, but all he wants me to do is go in partners with him on this fucking restaurant. And the restaurant business is one thing I am not at all interested in."

"Well, he's trying "Yeah, as long as I plan on following in his footsteps he's willing to help me, but would he help me with what I wanted to do? Fuck, no!"

"What do you want to do?" Karen asked slowly.

"You wouldn't believe it." "Why wouldn't I?" "Nobody else does." "I think I will."

He stared at his cigarette once again for long moments. "I want to paint, and I want to draw."

Karen hadn't thought him to be the sensitive, artistic type, but she reminded herself that people were not always as they seemed.

"I can believe that," she said. "What kind of help do you need from him? Money to buy paint- brushes.

Andy laughed and said, "You can be sarcastic at times yourself. Painting involves a hell of a lot more than just paintbrushes. I have to go to an art school, and that takes money. A lot of money."

"Maybe he doesn't have enough."

"Oh, he does, that much I know about him. He's made a big goddam bundle off this chow shack." He crushed out his cigarette and said, "I think I'm getting about as tired of this talk as you are." He looked at her legs again.

"What do you mean?" Karen asked, feeling her nipples stiffen inside her bra.

"I mean it's time to get down to some serious fucking, darling."

Before she could say anything, his mouth had covered hers, and she felt herself loving the wonderful way he shot his tongue between her lips. He grabbed her tightly and pulled her over on top of him, kissing her with a passion that set her pussy afire.

"Your tits feel really firm through your uniform," he murmured into .her mouth. "I bet you have big nipples."

"Why don't we check and see?"

She climbed off him and reached around to unzip her uniform, intently watching the bulge in the boy's pants growing to awesome proportions. She slowly pulled her uniform over her head and put it on Tony's desk. She looked down at her tits and wasn't at all surprised to see the nipples showing through her bra.

"You're pretty fucking stacked, beautiful. Tell me, do you have a nice, tight, pussy?"

She nodded and licked her lips as she unhooked her bra.

"Will your cunt squeeze my big cock really, really tight?"

She nodded again and pulled her bra off.

Andy began to unbutton his pants. When he pulled them, along with his shorts, down past his knees to the floor, Karen noted appreciatively that his was cock was at least as big as his father's- possibly even larger. The cockhead was the size of a plum, and she couldn't wait to feel it on her tongue, and in her cunt, spreading it wide.

"I bet your little cunt isn't as tiny as your asshole, though. Is that right, Karen?"

She smiled at him as she pulled her stockings and panties down. "You an ass man, Andy?"

"You might say that-yeah, at the moment I'm really craving a tight, little asshole around my cock."

Karen turned around to pull her stockings all the way off her legs, showing him her nice, fleshy ass.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd like to get in between those cheeks; I bet they'd make nice pillows . . ." "You couldn't get any better pillows, baby. I've only been fucked in the ass twice, and I can guarantee that my puckered little asshole is as tight as you've ever had."

She hadn't even considered the possibility of having the boy's big cock rammed up her ass, but she found that thinking about it now made her hot cunt grow even hotter than it had been.

"Karen, I'm about to cum just thinking about your little asshole wrapped tight around my prick."

"Well, try to hold it, cutie, 'cuz I'm warming to the idea of having you shoot it in my ass, not all over your dad's nice carpet." She gestured to the couch. "I think that turns out into a bed."

"Knowing Dad, it probably does."

As he began to make the bed, Karen slid up behind him and reached around his lean hips to get a firm hold on his cock. He sighed softly at her first touch, and she knew that no matter how cool Andy acted, he was still just a boy. She slowly stroked his long, thick prick, moving with him as he made the bed. She began to finger the purple, spongy cockhead, delighting in his moans.

"That really feels nice, Karen. I really love having my prick played with."

She pressed up against his back, pushing her firm tits into him and rubbing the mound above her cunt into the back of his thigh.

"Mmm, I have a feeling you really know how to fuck."

The bed was made and they slowly climbed onto it. Karen was still behind Andy, stroking his cock and playing with his hairy balls. They lay on the bed like that for a time, and it wasn't until she spread her legs and began rubbing her moist cunt against the cheeks of Andy's trim ass that he rolled over to kiss her.

"You kiss real nice," she murmured when he put his mouth down to her neck to tongue and caress.

"I bet you'd like to see how I kiss your pussy, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah."

He went down her much faster than his father had, stopping at her pillowy tits only long enough to give each nipple a quick kiss. When his mouth reached her wet cunt he didn't toy with her, but instead plunged his tongue immediately into her, as deeply as he could.

"Ohhhhh, that feels so nice . . ."

"Yeah, I bet it does. How would you like to suck my cock while I'm eating you out?"

"Love it."

He moved around on the bed until his prick was up by her mouth. She knew some girls that didn't like the sixty-nine position; they said they couldn't concentrate on their pussy enough to get full enjoyment out of their tonguing. But Karen loved it herself-she considered herself perfectly capable of sucking a cock and loving the tongue that was in her cunt at the same time.

She put her lips to the huge head of Andy's long prick and lavished it with hot kisses. Then she slowly began the swallowing process that she loved so much. Inch by inch she pushed her mouth down the boy's thick, fully engorged cock, pushing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and sucking her cheeks in against it as tightly as she could.

"That's really something, Karen. Really nice- about the best cocksucking I've ever had. Ohhhhh, Jesus, you're swallowing all of it! God!"

When he put his tongue to her clitoris, she gave a little jump of pleasure that made him chuckle.

"Don't bite my cock off, lover ..."

She had gulped down all of his massive prick and relished how it felt down her throat. She was still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of a man's huge cock in her mouth. Then she slowly began to move her mouth and throat back and forth along the cock, using her tongue and cheeks with all the skill she possessed.

"Ohhhhhhh, suck me . . . suck me, Karen. So good . . . never had my cock sucked so good before."

She sucked his prick for a long while, thinking that there were few things nicer than having a big cock in your mouth while soft lips were on the puffy folds and wet lips of your cunt. Then she began to slowly pull her mouth back off his cock, not wanting the young boy to cum in her mouth when he could shoot his jism up her ass instead.

When she pulled her mouth off his cock she gave its spongy, purple head one final kiss, then lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, thinking only of how good Andy's tongue felt on the puffy folds of her pussy.

She felt the entire length of his tongue. He covered as much of her cunt as he could with it. Then he began to slide the whole of his tongue up and down on her cunt, something she had never had done to her before.

"I like that, Andy-that's really nice, do it some more ..."

He did it some more, then pulled his tongue back into his mouth and went about lavishing tender kisses on her cunt, making her feel as warm and as good as she had ever felt.

"Andy," she murmured after a time, "I want you in my ass now ..." She didn't really want to have him take his wonderful mouth from her, but she wanted the ass-fucking more.

He took his mouth off her cunt and smiled up at her. Then he climbed off the bed and went over to his father's desk.

"If I know Dad," he said, searching through the drawers, "he has a jar of some fine, ass-fucking lubricant around here ..."

She watched how his long, thick cock jutted outward from his body, swaying slightly as he moved. She wondered how it would feel having such a monster of a prick up her ass, pounding away at her.

"Here we go," he said, producing a jar of petroleum jelly from one of the drawers of the desk. Andy unscrewed the lid from the jar and made his way to the bed. He sat beside Karen and handed her the jar. "Would you like to do the honors?" he asked.

"Certainly."

She took the offered jar and scooped out a glob of the jelly on her index and middle finger. She smiled up at young Andy for a moment, then began to smear the lubricant on his cock, starting at the base and working her way up to its beautiful head. His cock was so large and perfectly straight that it seemed to have an almost regal bearing about it. She knew she sure liked to handle it.

When every inch of his cock was covered, Karen gave Andy back the jar and squeezed his cock once. She liked how the jelly made a squishing noise and forced its way into the cracks of her fingers.

She got both of the couch cushions from the floor, where Andy had tossed them while he was making out the bed, and put them underneath her belly and pelvis so her ass was up in the air where he could get to it more easily. She spread her legs and put a hand down on her cunt so she could masturbate while his huge cock was pounding into her.

"Whenever you're ready, lover," she whispered hoarsely.