Chapter 7
The rest of the day went better. Andy at least tried to act like a human, but he was still sullen and withdrawn with everyone except Karen. She reflected on this as she punched the time clock, wishing there was something she could do for the boy. I could always fuck him again, she thought. It might not help his outlook on life, but it sure was a lot of fun. When she turned around she was surprised to see Tony standing there, leaning against a wall and watching her.
"May I talk with you for a moment?" the dark restaurant owner asked.
"Sure thing. About Andy?"
He nodded and they made their way to his office. He opened the door for Karen and when she entered she was surprised to see that the couch was now a bed. Joyce was reclining on it, wearing her uniform. Its hem was up past her thighs and Karen was able to see wisps of pubic hair.
"How are you doing, Joyce?" she asked the older woman, thinking of how her pussy had tasted.
"Fine, Karen." As she spoke, the older woman moved her ass on the bed so her uniform rode up even higher on her hips.
"Have a seat, Karen," Tony said, gesturing at the bed.
"She can lay down by me if she doesn't feel like sitting," Joyce said with a giggle.
"I think I'll sit for now," Karen said, winking at the older woman. "But I may decide to stretch out later ..."
Tony smiled at the two flirting girls and sat on the edge of his desk. "What did he have to say?" "Do you want the truth?" Karen asked. "Certainly."
"Okay-he doesn't like you." "No kidding."
Karen was surprised. "You mean it doesn't come as a shock or anything?"
Tony laughed and lit a cigarette. "Should it? My old man ran out on me when I was a year younger than Andy. I didn't forgive him until I decided to do the same thing. What else did he say?"
"He doesn't like the restaurant business."
Tony made a face and said, "I suppose he told you he wants to paint, or do something stupid like that."
"He doesn't think it's stupid." "He's wrong."
Karen shrugged and said, "Maybe."
"Artists just don't make a living, painters especially. If he wanted to be a commercial artist, it would be different-I'd give him all the help I could. But no, he wants to be the greatest thing since Picasso."
"Picasso made a living," Karen said.
"Not everybody's Picasso."
Karen shrugged and said, "Well, that's all he said. He wants to go to art school-he doesn't want to own a restaurant."
"Tony," Joyce said, "could you afford an art school for him?"
He nodded slowly. "Barely. Yeah, I guess so. But dammit, his mother and I have kept in touch, to some extent, and she tells me he's always changing his mind about what he wants to do-the money for art school would probably end up being one big waste."
"How long has he wanted to paint?" Karen asked.
"About a year-and-a-half, but before that he wanted to be a musician, and before that, a doctor, and the list stretches out from here to the front parking lot."
"He was just a kid back then, Tony," Karen said. "Kids don't know what they want to do."
"That's what I'm saying, dammit-he's still a kid! In another six months he'll want to be a fucking journalist, or something like that, and he'll be pissed at me if I don't send him to a fucking journalism school."
"I don't think he's a kid anymore," Karen said, smiling inwardly.
Joyce tapped Karen on the shoulder and asked, "Was he any good?"
Karen nodded and whispered loudly, "He's his father's son, that's for sure."
Joyce laughed and put her fingers down by her cunt, playing casually with the dark coils of hair. "Tell me about it," she murmured.
"Karen," Tony said, "one more thing."
"What's that?"
Tony looked at the cigarette in his hand the same way his son had, Karen noticed, and then said, "You think he's serious about painting-right?"
"Right ..."
"Well, do you think I should pay for art school?"
Karen thought about it for a moment before answering. "I can't tell you," she said, finally. "I just really don't know ..."
Tony went back to staring at his cigarette.
"Tell me about him now," Joyce said.
"Well, his cock is about as long as his dad's-" "Lucky kid," Joyce whispered, plunging her fingers into her cunt.
"And he fucked me in the ass with it-" "Oh, wow, I bet that was really something . . ."
"I saw stars, that's for sure!"
Karen watched the woman masturbate for a moment, feeling the familiar itch settle in her cunt.
"Go ahead, honey," the older woman murmured while digging away at her pink slit.
"Well, he-for chrissake, let me do that for you!" She plunged her fingers into Joyce's cunt, then lowered her head down between the older woman's creamy, spread thighs and kissed the insides of them, all the while working her way toward the wet, open cunt which lay before her.
"Ummm . . . tongue me, honey ..." Joyce whispered hoarsely.
"Sure, darling-anything you say, if you'll tongue me right back in a little while."
"I'd be glad to."
Karen paused from when the musky smell of Joyce's beautiful cunt assailed her nostrils, but only for a moment. She decided a woman's hungry pussy was the finest smell imaginable, and then she decided that something with such a wonderful smell deserved to be kissed.
"Oooohhhhh, honey. Do it to me ... " She darted her tongue into the older woman's tight cunt, marveling at how the soft, pink pussy felt on her sensitive tongue. She kept this up for several moments, stopping finally when she felt her ass being pinched. She quickly glanced behind her and smiled at Tony, whose cock stood out from his naked body like a flagpole.
"Go ahead and kiss her, Karen. I'll take care of things back here ..."
She went back to the musky cunt beneath her lips, kissing and tonguing it while she felt gentle hands pull her uniform past her hips and undo the garter belt of her silk stockings.
"Unnngggg . . . Karen-tongue me, lover. Tongue me-you do it so well."
She felt her panties being pulled down and she shoved her tongue into Joyce's cunt at the same moment that Tony pushed his thumb into hers.
"Unnnnnggggg ..." somebody groaned, but she found that she wasn't sure if it was Joyce or her.
"Oh, Karen, do it to me . . . tongue me ... " Sweat began to form in Karen's armpits and down her back, and she knew she would have to take off her uniform or ruin it. Besides, she wanted somebody to suck her tits.
She took her mouth from Joyce's cunt and half-sat on the bed. When she felt Tony's tongue shoot into the wet darkness of her pussy she closed her eyes and thought of how nice it felt, and almost forgot why she had taken her mouth from Joyce's hot pussy.
"Why'd you stop, honey?" Joyce asked, digging at her cunt with two curved fingers.
"Huh? Uh, I need to take my clothes off ... " "Why, that's a fine idea," Tony murmured, and suddenly his strong arms were around her, lifting her uniform over her head.
"Play with my cunt while he's undressing me- please Joyce? Kiss it really nice ..."
Karen sat on the bed with her knees folded beneath her while Tony undressed her. She reached out for Joyce's head and pulled it toward her cunt. By this time she was entirely naked, and she sighed when she felt Joyce's expert mouth strike her pussy at the same time that Tony buried his head between her pillowy tits, wildly kissing and sucking.
"Mmm . . . you two are so good. I really love this."
"Tell me . . . tell me about Andy," Joyce panted into the young girl's pussy.
"Well," Karen began, "his cock is a lot like his dad's, lucky fellow that he is-" Tony smiled up at her. "-and he really knows how to use it."
"How did it feel up your ass, ohhhhh . . . tell me ... " Joyce's mouth had become more frantic on Karen's young pussy. And Tony had moved around behind her and was caressing her spine with his awesome cock while reaching around to clutch her tits.
"It felt like a ten-pound salami, Joyce, and he had me just cumming non-stop, or so it seemed. That cock of his is really educated-most kids his age cum in a matter of moments, but not him. He held it back until I was really ready for him to shoot in me. He's a great lover ..."
She found that the more she spoke about being fucked in the ass by the young boy, the more feverishly the two worked on her. Joyce was behaving as though nothing would please her short of burying her whole head in Karen's tight little pussy, and Tony was down at her ass with his face buried between her ass cheeks, darting his tongue into her asshole.
"Hey, this is really something ..." Karen murmured. "Are you a back door man, too, Tony?"
"Yeah," he muttered after a moment. "I like to shove my prick up a nice, pretty ass once in a while, but I still prefer pussy." He paused for a moment before putting his lips right on the puckered ring of Karen's asshole, then said, "The kid was pretty good, huh?"
"Oh, yeah, he was fucking great. I was pretty worked up, that's for sure ..."
She was silent for a moment while she enjoyed the two expert mouths which worked on her. She began to bump and grind her hips into the two of them, moaning softly as she felt their tongues enter her tight little holes. She began to hump down into them even faster and reached out to bury her hands in Joyce's hair.
"Ohhhhhhh ... do it to me. God, I'm gonna cum already. Fucking do it to me ... do it!"
Suddenly their tongues were gone; she felt alone and wanted to cum.
"What's wrong?" she asked them.
"Nothing's wrong," Joyce told her as she leaned over to kiss Tony and fondle his hard, thick cock.
"I hate to tell you this, Karen," Tony said when he disengaged his mouth from Joyce's, "but you are like most young people when it comes to sex-you do not know how to enjoy it!"
With that, he and Joyce lay down and began to kiss and stroke each other.
"What do you mean, Tony?"
"He means," Joyce said, answering for him, "that you, like most eighteen-year-olds, are in too much of a hurry when there is no need to be. All you want to do is fuck fast, cum, and finish in ten minutes." She paused. "When you become older you learn to slow down and make it last ..."
"Oh, really?" Karen said. "Well, why don't you two just show me how to slow down and enjoy it, then?"
She lay down on the bed beside the two and watched them as they slowly moved around into a sixty-nine position. She resisted the impulse to dig into her hot pussy with her fingers and tried to content herself with just watching the two make love.
"See, Karen," Joyce said, removing her mouth from around Tony's cock for a moment, "Tony can eat on my pussy awhile, but I won't suck him off hard enough or long enough to make him cum. In a while, we can stop what we're doing and you and I can suck each other's pussy and Tony can sit back and watch and smoke, see?"
The two went back to intently sucking and licking at each other's cock and pussy. They were going so slowly and casually that it was almost as if they were doing nothing more than eating dinner.