Chapter 2
"You sure do have a good cock," Rita smiled at Guy. "And it keeps getting better and better," she said, licking his and her blended spend from his softened prick.
"You've got an awful talented snatch. It's like a hand, you've got it trained so well," he grinned.
Guy and Rita had lived together a few years earlier, separating by friendly mutual agreement, both desiring more freewheeling action. Yet, having rarely found anyone else that could compare with the other sexually, they had a method of action. They would not see one another for sexual reasons any more often than once a month and for no longer than a week. The upside down name card was the signal that they were free.
Rita sucked all of his flaccid cock into her mouth, sucking every bit of their fluids from it and then she fell asleep. He smiled down at her, his prick hanging on her full lower lip. Taking a cigarette from the bedside table, he lit it and lay back, thinking back to the earlier events in the day.
Guy worked in a sound and camera store located in a plushly modern shopping complex. Being Monday, the day had started out slowly and the other salesman on duty had gone out to get coffee for the both of them. With the store empty and knowing Bob would be spending some time flirting with the coffee shop girls, Guy had begun to adjust a new lens on his own camera. And then the store door opened and Guy had been unsure where his eyes should begin in their feasting.
She wore jeans that were so tight and so thinned by wear that they seemed to have been sprayed on, clinging to shapely legs, full hips and to a lush pubic mound. High, pert breasts trembled with her movement beneath a thin, patterned blouse of a highly transparent fabric. Her face was of an innocent beauty, but her eyes glowed seductively while waist-length auburn hair swirled to her waist. She smiled, turning to glance at a video tape unit and her high and plump buttocks quivered delectably against the tissue thin backside of her jeans. As she turned to the side, the light from behind her silhouetted her tits beneath the blouse. Guy had felt his cock leap tautly to attention beneath his slacks.
Glancing down at his crotch, Guy smiled at the obvious bulge of his erect tool and moved to offer assistance to the beautiful young customer. Her age was hard to place, but he guessed it was between fifteen and eighteen and hoped for a good legal eighteen, but not really caring all that much.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Um," she nodded with a sly smile, her eyes turning to his face and then glancing down. "Yes, I think so. I'd like to look at those lenses back over where you were standing?"
"Of course," he nodded, stepping aside to walk with her, inhaling deeply of her rich scent. "Any particular one?"
"I'd like to just look them over, if that's okay?" she asked as they reached the end of the counter, her nipples a hazy pink against the thin stuff of her blouse.
"Sure," he nodded with a smile, noting the way her nipples thumbed out hard against the cloth.
She moved behind the counter. He watched her slip a lens from its case, holding it up to the light for examination. She lowered it, focusing her eye through it as it pointed at his phallic bulge.
"Do you just deal in the equipment, or are you active?" she asked, looking up from the lens. "I like men who're involved with the use of their tools,"
"Oh, I think a tool should be used with a feeling for its subject," he smiled, their eyes spelling out the meanings of their double-entendres.
"I thought you would," she smiled and slid the pointed tip of her tongue between her full lips, the lens dropping from her fingers to the carpet.
They both knelt down to reach for the undamaged lens, hidden from view by the counter. Her fingers touched the back of his hand caressingly, her eyes on his. He leaned forward and her lips met his, moist and open, her tongue sliding into his mouth. He reached up with his free hand and unbuttoned the top half of her blouse. Her mouth twisted lustingly to his, her hand gripping his thigh, her fingernails sliding up toward the hard meat of his cock.
He slid the pliant dome of her tit free of her blouse, feeling its satin softness. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, a long jut of pink standing out from the paler pink of her aureole.
Her fingers spread and contracted and her hand covered his rock hard cock, squeezing it firmly as her tongue washed over his. He slid his hand up her jeaned thigh, his thumb coming to rest against the mound of her cunt. He pressed his thumb against the heat he could feel through the cloth, into the soft yield of her opened slit as she spread her knees.
She yanked at his pants, unsnapping them and unzipping his fly. As his cock sprung free, he was no longer aware of where he was. Her fingers wrapped around his pulsing shaft, working up against the head's base, shoving flares of sensual heat through his loins.
He popped the snap of her jeans free and worked the zipper down to reveal soft auburn ringlets and the top of her gash, pink and moist, her clit sliding free of the furls to stand free. It was the largest clit he had ever encountered and he looked down from his kiss to see the erect node extending the length of the first two joints of his little finger and just as thick but tapering down to a blunted point.
She sucked hard on his tongue as he gripped her long clit between his fingertips and thumb, stroking it. Her fingers worked under his cock and down to the base and she scooped his balls free of his slacks, weighing his large gonads in the palm of her hand, rolling them gently back and forth. His tongue pressed into her mouth and he slid a finger down under her long clit to curl it up into her snatch. His other hand tightened on her swollen tit, his fingers indenting the soft flesh as her nipple scraped against his palm.
Their mouths parted, their breathing heavy and she sat back against her heels. She looked down at his cock, clutching its thick length in one hand, cupping his balls in the other. Her tongue slid between her lips again. He continued fondling her clit between forefinger and thumb, his other fingers in the hot wetness of her cunt
"You like my tool?" he smiled.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Yeah, I think it's just what I want-what I need."
"I like what you've got too," he smiled.
"Good. Some dudes don't dig my clit. It freaks them or something. Makes them think they're doing a thing with a guy or something," she laughed. "No security."
"No brains either, if they think you resemble a man in any way."
"That's what I think too," she laughed softly. "But there's-" and she cut off, both of them turning at the sound of the shop door hissing open and closed. "Customer," she whispered. "Best see to business-the business not at hand." She smiled, giving his cock a squeeze.
Regretfully, he nodded agreement and started to fasten his slacks, but she shook her head, keeping her grip on his prod. Letting go of his balls, she fastened the clasp and motioned that he should stand. He hesitated a moment grinned and stood.
"May I be of help, ma'am?" he asked the attractive young woman before him, the counter covering him from the waist down along with the girl.
"Yes, my husband has been interested in getting a Nikon camera and I'd like to get him one as a gift," she smiled. She was a very pretty young redhead with pointed tits shoving a tank shirt out from her body, a very short skirt clinging to her hips.
"Any, uh, particular kind?" he asked and almost groaned as the girl's mouth sucked in the head of his cock, pulling his shaft straight down. He nudged at her with his foot, but she kept at it, sending delightful flashes of pleasure through his body.
"Well, I'm not really sure. Thirty-five something," she smiled warmly, her eyebrows raised questioningly at the unexplained strain in his voice and expression.
"Yes, right. A particular price range?" he gulped with an odd grin, the girl's mouth moving up so that his shaft was being massaged by her indrawn cheeks, her tongue lashing his prick's head. He swallowed hard, trying to control his appearance, wondering where the hell Bob was with the coffee. Bob would love this customer. Hell, he could ball her behind the other counter. He gripped the edge of the counter.
"Are you feeling all right?" the woman asked sympathetically. "You look a bit ... feverish."
"Uh, touch of malaria. Yes, malaria. Picked it up in the Pacific," he ad-libbed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, how terrible," the woman cooed. "You should be at home in bed."
"Yes," he nodded earnestly. "In bed. But I'm-okay. Say, here's the price guide. Have a look," he said quickly, pushing the list toward her. The girl had her mouth clamped tight around his throbbing prick, sucking hard, her hands playing with his balls. He could feel his eyes rolling upward, his brain clouding with ecstasy.
"Oh Jeez, but you're beautiful," he blurted out, losing contact with the idea of selling anything, of being in the store, of risking being fired, of risking arrest.
"Wh-what?" the woman blinked, startled. "Why, that's sweet of you," she smiled, suddenly connecting his expression with that of a man on the verge of an orgasm. She was stunned at the idea of a man reduced to such a state by just looking at her. "You're very handsome," she smiled shyly and touched his cheek.
He blinked his eyes open, startled into pulling back from his flash point and realized what he had said and how she had taken it. He extended his trembling hand to her cheek and leaned forward over the counter to draw her face to his. The woman's lips parted quickly and his tongue caressed hers, his hands clasping her sides to move up under her tits.
Somewhere in his brain, a voice screamed that this was insane, that the manager would come from her office, or a passerby would see what was happening, or ... The rest of him told the voice to screw off.
The woman moaned into his mouth as his hands encased her breasts, pinching at the pointed tips through her blouse. His nuts felt like they would explode at any moment and suddenly the girl's mouth was freeing him, her hands leaving his balls. He blinked and turned the woman so he could glance down. The girl grinned up at him, laying on her back so that she could squirm free of her jeans, her wet pubic bush thrust up at him. Kicking the jeans away, she opened her blouse the rest of the way, her breasts resting firmly on her chest.
He wondered what the hell she was doing, if she thought he could get this woman down with them for a three-way. The girl smiled up, spreading her thighs to bear the pink slit of her cunny and he realized she was right. The woman was letting herself be felt up in public and could hardly protest farther than leaving. He pulled her up onto the counter.
The girl grinned and reached up to unsnap his slacks. She pulled them down to his ankles and he raised his feet for her to remove them along with his shoes. The woman writhed atop the counter, her skirt pulling up over lavender panties. Glancing toward the door, he swept his arm under her knees and lowered her to the floor beside the girl. She opened her legs, pulling him down atop her. Her eyes blinked open as her leg brushed against another softly fleshed leg.
"What's-" she blurted, staring into the girl's face with confusion.
"It's our special get acquainted sale," the girl grinned and kissed the woman on the mouth.
Guy stared down, his weight pinning the woman as she struggled against the lesbian kiss. He decided that it was now over, only to see the woman suddenly embrace the girl, their tongues darting back and forth.
He moved back and opened the woman's skirt. She lifted her fanny from the carpet so that he could slide the skirt and her panties off. A plume of cinnamon colored floss decorated her cunt and the damp pink lips parted. The girl's hands pushed the tank top over her breasts and he removed her bra to expose her cone shaped tits, the tips a rosy red. He and the girl each took one to caress and his fingers caught the girl's long clit again.
Guy wondered which was to be first. Or if he would have time for both and if they were going to be able to continue without being interrupted. He wished Bob would return to cover for him with any other customers.
The woman and girl disengaged their mouths, their tongues darting out for a last taste. They smiled at one another, a mysterious smile of female complicity. They turned their faces to look up at him, still smiling but now with a cunning lasciviousness. They each extended a hand to gently hold a ball each in their fingertips. Hot tendrils burned up his nerve endings, his already stiff cock swelling even fuller.
They looked at each other again and the girl nodded. Letting go of his testicle, she scooted back as the woman pulled him down beside her. Letting them take the lead, he rolled over beneath the woman, his hands burnishing the stiff pointed cones of her tits. The girl behind their heads, she smiled as they kissed, the woman pulling her legs up alongside his hips so that she could straddle them.
The woman sat up, his cock pinned under the hot under arch of her body. She rubbed her palms over his hard nipples and tore her nails down over his chest and stomach. She rose up and gripped his cock with both hands, chafing it between them. His shoulders pressed back as she set his prick afire with her hands. Then she was introducing his prick between her spread cunt lips and suddenly she sat down, spearing herself on his ramrod. They both groaned as his prick head nudged her cervix and he felt her warm secretions flowing down his tool. The woman opened her eyes, took a deep breath and smiled at the girl.
He looked back to see the girl kneeling behind him, his eyes were staring into the pink dampness of her cleaved cunny, the auburn ringlets fluffed out from the plump cheeks. He raised his eyes to see her smiling down at him, her fingers tweaking her erect nipples. The woman began to churn her cunt upon his twisting cock and his eyes dropped back to the girl's cunt, seeing the long clit stretching out. He reached back, gripped her hips in his hands and pulled her toward him.
She pushed herself forward as directed, kneeling over his face and he slid his arms behind her legs. Her knees pressing against the woman's, she sat back, her cunt coming down over his mouth and she leaned forward to aid him. He sluiced his tongue up into her moist twat and marveled at the honey sweet taste of her. She arched toward the woman and he sucked in her long clit, tonguing its tip as he tightened his lips around the slender shaft. She moaned above him.
The girl's hands cupped and tightened on the woman's breasts, drawing down to grip the plump red tips and the woman's hands cupped under the girl's pert tits, her thumbs pressing up against the jutting pink nubs. The woman's hips twisted down on the skewer of his cock and her mouth once again joined with the girl's, their lips grinding together feverishly.
His back arched up between their writhing pubes as his hot flesh began to burn with the pleasures of the woman's snatch and of the girl's sweet juices. He thrust his cock again and again into the tight softness of the woman's gripping snatch and flashes of rapturous joy raged through his body.
The girl reached down with one hand, pressing her fingers into the top of the woman's slit, pressing between the soft slickness of cunt and the hard slickness of cock, catching the woman's clit. She began kneading it between thumb and forefinger, holding its tip for his cock to stroke as it plunged in and out. The woman gripped the girl's tits tighter; her cunt twitched upward.
Guy groaned into the girl's snatch, his prick riding high in the woman's twat. Suddenly, all three turned their eyes in the direction of the door as it opened and closed beyond their view, but their aroused bodies continued to stroke, grip and caress together.
"I've got the coffee," Bob said, blinking at the sounds of passionate groans and moans, of a cock sluicing in and out of a lust drenched cunt.
The girl raised up on her knees, Guy's mouth rising with her without losing hold of her clit. She looked at Bob with a grin. He stared speechless at the beautiful young face, the girl's hair disarranged, her skin flushed.
"And we've got the sugar and cream," she grinned, lowering herself back out of sight, her eyes heavily lidded in response to the throbbing heat pounding within her loins.
Bob moved to the counter and looked over at the three bodies glistening with perspiration, at Guy's mouth suckling the girl's elongated clit, at his cock bucking in the woman's cinnamon plumed slit, at the girl's fingers working the woman's clit, at the women's fondling of one another's tits and at the open licking of their tongues between their opened mouths. His cock clicked against the display case glass as it sprung erect under his slacks.
He stared wide-eyed at the beautiful bodies of the two women straddling his co-worker, their breasts trembling with their heavy breathing beneath one another's hands. His own breath deepened, watching the lovely faces contorting with their mounting ecstasy. He reached out to grip the counter, putting down the coffee bag and his hand touched Guy's camera.
Seeing that the camera was loaded, he glanced back noting that the door was closed and moved around the counter. He aimed the camera, clicking off shots and both women smiled, their eyes glazed. The girl shifted to lean forward supported by the woman and exposed Guy's moist face to the lens.
Guy blinked up and was happy that it had not been a third woman. As his eyes closed, he had forgotten Bob's presence and everything beyond his linking with the two women, the raging throb of balls burning at his mind with sheer delight. He thrust faster within the whirlpool thrash of the woman's snatch. His mouth was filled with the delicious taste of the girl's cunt, his lip-buffered teeth pumping her long clit. The intensity was mounting, straining at the barriers of his flesh and mind. Both women were trembling with their straining at their grasp of orgasm.
His mouth opened wide, his body trembling with locked muscles, his come erupting, surging. The girl gripped the woman for support, her mouth open to gasp for air as she was enveloped by her bursting orgasm. The woman's cunt gulped at his pumping cock, feeling his come splattering up inside her and she was whipped by her own blinding orgasm. The three bodies shuddered together in a linked orgasm and Guy groaned up into the girl's body. Then she was sitting back and the woman was slumping forward atop the limp Guy.
Still clicking off pictures, Bob stood above the girl. With a dazed expression, she reached up and clutched his hard cock for support.
"That looks good to me," she smiled. "I could dig some cock too," and she pulled him down with her, unzipping his pants.
The woman had to leave to meet her husband, so Guy helped her dress as Bob willingly stripped. The woman promised that she would be back for another demonstration of his "equipment". Dressing, he stood with her and then saw her to the door. His equilibrium returning, he watched her disappear in the growing number of customers moving through the shopping complex.
He turned at the sound of Bob and the girl balling and looked over to see Bob working to keep up with the girl's lusting pace. He picked up the camera and began to take some photos for Bob's benefit.
When the girl had left the store, she had given Guy a slip of paper reading: FRI at 6 P.M. and on the opposite side was an address. Now, lying in bed beside the sleeping Rita, he looked forward to the woman's future visits. But his thoughts were primarily on the girl, wondering what she had in mind for Friday. As it was now only Monday, he put it aside, looking down as Rita came awake, his semi-erect tool still resting on her lower lip. She smiled up at him.
"Got to be night time, huh," she said in a soft, sleep drugged voice, her lip quivering beneath the head of his cock.
"Snuck in on you," he smiled back, his cock stiffening against the soft pad of her lip and the warm flutter of her breath.
"Must be dinner time," she murmured, seeking to fully awaken.
"Thought you had that all planned," he grinned, reminding her of his gizzum that had shot onto the shower curtain.
"Um, it's probably spoiled by now," she reasoned. "But I could dig some fresh come-it'd make a great pick me up," she grinned and touched the tip of her tongue to his hard shaft. "Would you feed a poor, starving young girl, mister?" she asked in a little girl voice.
"Well, I don't know..." he mused in imitation of a comic rich man's baritone. "What would be in it for me. I mean, I can't just spend without investigating the investment."
"Um," she nodded, holding his cock between her lips, sliding her tongue back and forth on his shaft. "I'll clean your dick real good for you-lick it from top to bottom. I'll tenderize it with chewing-it seems awfully hard right now-must be uncomfortable. And I'll suck your thick, creamy juice right out of your balls so you won't have to strain yourself. How does that sound?"
"Sounds pretty good," he nodded. "What are your plans for my spendings?" he asked straight-faced, his cock throbbing already.
"I was thinking of drinking it right down, letting you shoot your wad right in my mouth. But, if you want, you could spray my tits, or even shoot off in my face if you want. I could dig that," she purred lasciviously.
"In your face. Might be a bit messy," he said, his mouth dry and his breathing deep as she continued to lick his cock, her lips rolling and squeezing the shaft between them.
"Oh, you could kiss it off," she smiled, her fingers caressing his balls. "That way you could have it back. And I could tongue it back out of your mouth," she suggested, her fingers working his root too.
"Um," he nodded, realizing it was something he had never tried.
"But I've got a better way of doing it," she smiled, rolling over onto her back. "Between my tits," she indicated, placing his prod between her large breasts.
The water bed shifted beneath them and he knelt astride her chest while she gripped her ripe tits, pressing them together to grip his prick. She leaned her head forward and licked at its lavender head. The large, resilient globes gripped him firmly and he began to thrust and pull between them. She shifted her tits, massaging his shaft between them, her tongue flaying the engorged knob.
Spirals of pleasure spun up from between the soft but firm orbs, from the wet caress of her tongue. His knees gripped her sides and he slid in and out, jabbing up toward her face. He reached back and clutched her cunt for support, his fingers sliding into the wet nest, his palm buffing her stiff clit.
She twisted and arched beneath him, working her tits faster around his cock, her hips lifting to his fingering. The bed rolled and bounced under them. Her tongue flashed pink against the lavender bulb of his cock, her nipples blurring as her breasts moved in a faster counter-rhythm.
He groaned with pleasure, his breathing fast and it was broiling up in him. His gizzum blasted through his cock and through dimmed vision he saw it splatter her grinning face; her mouth was open. She gasped, her cunt wrenching around his hand and she came with her own climax.
Droplets of pearly come glistened on her face and his cock was softening while still outstretched between her tits. It still quivered and spasmed and a small stream of spend eased down from the lips of its head to form a pool between her glowing breasts. Steadying himself, he looked down at her smiling face, realizing she was waiting for him to kiss her face clean.
He leaned forward, sliding down to be atop her. He touched his lips to her forehead and sucked his own gizzum up. It tasted acrid and the pasty texture clung to his tongue as he moved to the next spot. She quivered beneath him, her eyes closed and she climaxed again as he removed the last of the juice from her face.
Her eyes opened and she looked up at him dreamily. He held the reassembled come on his tongue. Her lips opened, her tongue flicked out eagerly. He kissed her, feeling her tongue slithering into his mouth, scooping the spunk from his tongue and depositing it in her own mouth.
She broke the kiss, laying her head back, her eyes shimmering. Her lips parted again and she stuck her tongue out, exhibiting the milky fluid. Her mouth closed, grinning and she swallowed it all in one gulp. Her tongue licked at her lips with satisfaction.
"Good to the very last drop," she smiled and embraced him happily, kissing at his face and throat, her hands sliding over his body. He felt his cock twitch between them. "More?" she asked eagerly, her eyes wide with delight.
"This time, I deposit it where it belongs," he grinned, raising his hips to let his cock jab her still wet cunt hair.
"In my pussy?" she asked with a tone and expression of girlish wonderment.
"In your pussy," he nodded. "I'll shoot it up your throat," he grinned.
"Show me," she grinned back and spread her legs under him.
His cock dropped into the moist pinkness of her snatch and slid up inside her. Their bodies began to move again, her cunt eventually drinking from his cock several times over.