XE-863 Behind The Counter
By Leon Anderson


CHAPTER ONE

Mary held Ron's lovely hard dick in her hand and stroked it as together they watched the dirty movies on the tiny screen. It was about nine o'clock in the morning, before the day's rush for their fast food service would begin, and both of them were stark naked in the loft and horny as hell. Mary, thirty-four years old, had never seen movies like that before and they made her blush and feel nervous, but she went right on looking at them. Ron, twenty-nine, had seen a few, but never in the company of a naked woman, lying on a snug bed in complete privacy.

"How do you like the show?" he said. He was smoothing his hand all over her nice warm belly and thighs, brushing her blonde-tufted pubic mound with his palm.

"I..." It was hard to even take a full breath while watching a handsome young man slowly fucking a writhing girl while he sucked on the tongue of another one of equal beauty, all in vivid, living color. "Where did you get them?"

"At a smut shop downtown," he replied, smugly aglow with good, hot feelings, all over his body. "But now do you like them? Are they turning you on? Eh?"

She tittered and snuggled closer to this man she so adored. She felt hard-pressed to keep from stroking his cock really hard, rubbing her hotly tingling body all over its ruddy red knob and then jamming it inside her-everywhere inside her. "It's... it's strange seeing people doing it," she said. "But I think I like it. I'd... like to see more."

"But you only think you dig it? You aren't sure?" he said, one hand pulling at the nipple of a soft and very conveniently placed tit, the other moving all around a pussy whose heat fairly radiated up from it.

"Well, I like them. Yes," she said, quite unable to keep from looking at the moving images before them.

"I can tell for sure whether you like them or not," said Ron, and he sat up on the bed in the loft he'd built above the burger stand, and he bent down and slipped his tongue with the hairy lips his fingers had parted.

"Oh, RON!" she exploded, hand on the back of his head, pelvis tilting up in a hurry to thrust her wonderfully grateful cunt up at him. "Oh, that feels so GOOD! Oh, you're so wonderful, Ron! OH, SUCK ME, HONEY," she said, because that was just what she wanted, and because she knew it turned him on to hear her say it. "Baby, suck my clit and lick my cunt and then fuck me till I can't stand it any more!"

His dark head lifted up and he licked his lips lasciviously and said, "Yeah, you like the skin flicks. Your pussy's just as wet as it can be and your clit's all swelled up and you taste like you haven't been fucked in a month," he said, spreading all that slick wetness over her swollen, trembling tissues with firmly massaging fingers. "But you don't want me to fuck you now, do you? You don't want either of us to miss the movie show, do you?"

"Fuck the movies. It's YOU I want," she said, and went for his cock with her hand and his body with her body, writhing hotly against him in her suddenly spiraled need for every bit of him.

But he just laughed and deprived her of himself, as he so easily could. His nakedness, the movies, and that sudden lancing of his hot tongue against her clit had her raging with loving lust for him, but as hard as his cock was, he could still lie back and ignore her for now. It was something Mary just couldn't do.

That one touch of his tongue had her on fire with wanting him. She was churning up the bed, panting and climbing all over him. She feared her hand on his cock would make him cum, but she couldn't let go of it. And all the while through her fever of lust, there were those three people on the screen, the man and his two licentious women-, fucking and sucking with complete disregard for Mary's increasing lust.

"Give it to me, Ronnie," she mewled. "Let me suck your cock! Don't be such a meanie. Put it in me, lover, and make me feel good. We can see the movies again, a hundred times."

"First time is always the best. Settle down and watch 'em, Mary. Lie back and cum while you watch the show."

"I can't even hold still," she said, but she did the moment his hand cupped her twat and his fingers began their exquisite diddling in the wet folds of her snatch and on the distended button of her clitoris. Ron liked-to have her so hot she was helpless, and she sure was hot. He reached out with his other hand and reversed the workings of the projector at bedside so that the film ran backwards. With his business hand he kept on expertly diddling and toying with her best parts of his business partner, while she moaned and gasped and arched up on the bed beside him. It was great to have her so hot like that, and especially great to be able to look at some other women while he had her that way.

"OH! OH, RON-N-N-N!" she cried, clutching his finger-fucking hand with both of hers and shuddering all over as she reached the first of a series of orgasms that would soon have her in a state of eagerness to do anything, absolutely anything for him. He added to it by sitting up and doing down on her again when she was right at the peak of this first big one, and her wild outcries of intense ecstasy would have been enough to shock all the customers if they'd had any at that time of the morning. He fell back and went to diddling her with his fingers again, and he once again set the film to running forward.

"That guy's sure got a big cock," said Ron.

"Yours is better," she panted, blonde hair tumbled all around her fevered face, hot naked body once more rising toward a climax. "Put it in me, honey. Fuck me. Dog style. God, I need it so bad! We could watch the films together if you did it from behind."

"We've got some time. Jesus, look at the ass on that blonde," he said. It was a gorgeous white ass, big and round and quivery, aglow with pink undertones from the very real lust she was showing on the screen. The cameraman had taken a good shot of it while she crouched on all fours, sucking off the guy as he laid on his back on their bed. It was the part Ron had wanted to see again, and again, and now it was further enhanced as the other girl, a petite brunette, ran her little hand over the blonde's big white buttocks and leered out from the screen at her movie fans. It was beautiful. It was terrific.

Ron said, "Blondie looks like she really digs the taste of that guy's cock."

"I like yours. I LOVE yours," Mary moaned, and squeezed it hard as another orgasm started from Ron's fingers and ran down to her toes and up through the roots of her hair.

"You want to suck it? You want some nice hot breakfast in bed, baby?" he said, his steady gaze drinking in the blonde's perfect big ass and the brunette's fine little tits.

"Oh, God, YES! GIVE IT TO ME!" Mary exclaimed, and fought her way through the wonderful giddiness of her hot, hot orgasm to get up on her hands and knees and take Ron's delicious hard meat in her hungry mouth.

Her heels were facing the head of the bed, and in other circumstances he'd have gone sixty-nine with her, for he loved eating pussy, but that would have blocked his view of the screen. Mary was on her knees, conveniently wide-spaced, as she sucked his cock with inspiring ardor, and he could easily reach her hot cunt with his hand to keep her going.

The film was coming to an end. He wanted to run it backward and see that one special part again, but it was getting late and they did have a business to run. Besides, he had another film to see. And so he slid two, then three fingers up inside Mary's tight slick cunt and worked them in and out at the same tempo her mouth was moving on his cock, and he let himself go with the approaching climax to the dirty movie.

Once again the guy on the screen was fucking the little brunette. She lay on her back on the bed with a pillow under her diminutive butt while he sawed his big dick in and out of her. Beside them, up on her knees, the beautiful-bottomed blonde with the overweight jugs was kissing the guy and clutching at his chest. It was a terrific scene. Him erect on his knees, screwing the one very attractive young chick while the other did her best to add to his pleasure. The guy was about to cum and the little brunette was already there, and now in the throes of her orgasms her hand reached out and groped the well rounded thigh of the lushly curved blonde, and as she did it Ron's nuts exploded and he started shooting heavily into Mary's welcoming mouth.

"Oh! Oh, God DAMN! Look at that while you... UH!... suck me off, baby! Just look at those fuckers go while you... YEAH-H-H-H!... gobble up that cum!"

She was doing everything he said. He was cumming in wonderfully huge, deliciously good amounts, and she was greedily swallowing it all. His fingers jamming up her cunt were knocking her from one orgasm up to an even better one, while her cunt juice ran down her quivering open thighs. And through all this ecstasy, the sucking of his erupting cock and the exploding of her cunt, she was still looking up through her tousled hair at the climaxing trio on the screen, the supine girl cumming with the guy, and the chunky blonde frigging herself to a climax beside them, with hands groping everywhere at naked flesh. She was exhausted, happily sated, and the jism was dribbling from the corner of her mouth as she fell back with the film end flapping on the reel.

"Good flicks, eh?" said Ron, basking in the luxury of sexual afterglow.

"Whew!" said Mary. She giggled and hugged him and kissed him and said, "We're going to have to get a whole library of those."

"I've got another one. I bought two," he announced.

"Let's save it for after work. Heck, let's see this one again and the other one, too, after work, and then just spend the night here. This loft is the greatest thing you ever did!"

"Shit, let's see the other one now. It's special. And we never get any customers before ten."

"But we ran that ad in the paper this morning. We might have a couple of girls waiting outside to answer it right now."

"What time is it?" he asked, and rolled out of bed. "Shit, it's only eight forty-five. If there's anybody waiting outside, they can keep on waiting. I want to see this other one."

Mary stretched luxuriously on the bed, all aglow with marvelous feelings for this man who seemed to be appreciating her more and more. Her business instincts told her to get up and start the business day, but the loving woman in her made her stay right there, willing and ready to do anything her man wanted her to do. He was young and handsome and virile, she was a little older and not as good looking as she wished she was, but she was there with him and that made up for a few years and a face that was just a little too plain for him.

"What's so special about this next film?" she said. "They can't do anything more than they did on that last one."

"I just bought it on impulse." He was busy threading the projector. He too wanted to get the business day started, he didn't really think he could get it up again, but he did want to get at least a small sample of the second film. It would give him something to think about during the day while he was frying hamburger patties and making french fries and mentally undressing every young, good-looking chick who drove through the E-Z Burger. "I don't know if you'll like it. I don't know if I will either. It's called-let me see-Tussling Tomatoes.' Let's have a quick look at it before we start hustling hamburgers."

He started the film and flopped down beside her. Their hands were at each other's sex-wetted genitals before the title showed on the screen. The Tomatoes proved themselves to be a pair of good-looking girls in what looked like a motel room. A redhead in white panties and bra and a brunette in yellow panties and bra. They looked like they were getting ready for a double-date. Each of them reached out at the same time for a green blouse on the bed, and they exchanged words over it while they held it between them. The redhead tugged at it and the brunette tugged back, and with little further ado they were fighting for it, rolling around on the bed, then the floor, pulling at each other's hair and at what little they had on.

Mary giggled and said it was a silly thing to fight over, and Ron watched with growing interest, and with a barely perceptible itch in his flaccid though swollen cock. They were really going at it. The brunette was taller but the redhead was quicker and stronger, and it wasn't long before she was sitting astraddle the brunette's heaving belly with her hands pinioned at each side of her thrashing head. By then the brunette's tits were bared and the redhead's panties were shredded and Ron's cock was getting bigger in Mary's hand. It surprised her as much as it did him, and she watched the film more seriously to see what she was missing.

The brunette was clearly subdued now. She nodded, holding back tears, while the redhead released her hands and shook a finger in her face while she lectured her. And while Ron's cock got bigger still. The redhead got to her feet and pointed imperiously at the fallen green blouse, the cause of it all. The brunette got up on her knees, picked the garment up, and meekly handed it over to the redhead. The redhead took it and tossed it on the bed, lectured the brunette some more as she hesitantly got to her feet.

What the brunette heard astounded her, and she put both hands on her nicely turned ass and rubbed it. The redhead kept up her lecture, ignoring the other's protests, and then jerked her around by the arm and roughly pushed her back till she was bent over with her hands on the knees and her very pretty ass upraised. Ron's cock was upraised too, almost fully hard in Mary's hand, as the redhead cast about the room and came up with a wooden coat hanger.

The strangest feelings coursed through Ron as the thin wooden slat was applied to the brunette's lovely white bottom. The redhead wasn't whipping her hard, but the brunette was silently howling and weeping as a good actress would under these circumstances, and the acting was certainly doing a job on him. It was weird, it was freaky, and he tried to minimize his interest in it by chuckling and saying, "That blonde should have been in this one.

You couldn't have missed her ass from ten feet away."

"And nobody could miss this from ten feet away," Mary purred, stroking Ron's lovely big cock, fully hard, and hardly caring at all that she alone wasn't responsible for its fine condition.

Ron watched intently now as the weeping redhead was allowed to stand erect. The redhead lectured her some more while she rubbed her sore fanny and quivered her bare titties with her anguish, and then was left alone for the moment while the redhead stalked out of the field of vision.

She came back with a jar of cold cream, and she had the brunette lie across her knees as she sat on the bed and soothed the cream onto her blistered butt. By then Ron's cock was fully hard and itching to go, either on the dominant redhead or the submissive brunette, or even on good old Mary.

Inevitably the redhead's anointed fingers stole down between the brunette's legs. Ron had known it would happen, but still it boosted him up to that point of no return, and he said, "Mary, let's make like a couple of puppies."

His gaze never left the screen as Mary eagerly assumed the position, on her hands and knees on the bed, with her lovely wet cunt all open and waiting for the entry of his flaming hard dick. He reversed the film before he fitted the big knob of his cock into her wet warm pussy and pushed it on inside her.

Either the story line or the action in it just didn't work out in reverse. Oh, it was good to look at, but not as exciting as seeing it the first time. It was plenty good to add that extra kick to his fucking Mary on her hands and knees, kneading her somewhat inadequate ass with his hands, feeling the hot wet friction of cunt against cock. He was glad when he could start the film running frontward again, and he was just about ready to cum again.

Mary was already cumming, a nice long stream of orgasms that blended into one good long one that almost had her to the point where she couldn't focus on the film. She hardly cared about the girls. Each was younger, better looking then she was, and they were doing things she had never thought of and could never understand. She understood Ron's hard dick in her, though, and she had to pay as much attention to the films as she could, in order to keep her man's dick hard and inside her, as it should be.

His cock felt appreciably bigger than it normally did, and was hotter too. On the screen the redhead was actively finger-fucking the brunette now and , the latter couldn't help but like it. The redhead liked it too. She manhandled the brunette onto her back on the bed, then climbed between her legs and rubbed her cunt against that of the apparently frightened brunette. When the brunette tried to twist away, the redhead caught her by the hair, pulled her down and forced her head between her legs, made her eat her. Ron was silent, hands gripping Mary's hips very hard, cock going really good in her cunt. The redhead was gloating over her latest success, and she was getting turned on. Her orgasm might have been staged, but it looked genuine enough. The brunette's efforts were flagging, but then the redhead took charge of things again, rolled them around on the motel bed until they were in the sixty-nine position, and with her painted fingernails as spurs, she raked the brunette's already sore ass until she was hard pressed to keep up with the brunette's frantic tonguing of her orgasming cunt.

"UH! OH, GOD damn-n-n-n-n! I'M CUMMMIIIIIINNNGGG!!" Ron moaned, and shot heavily into Mary's happily squirming cunt, while the sixty-nining on the screen passed its climax and the brunette and redhead tumbled together into each other's arms and smiled dreamy smiles at the orgasming pair on the bed.

"Whew! Jesus! That was really something," said Ron, quite spent, but retaining a montage of hugely erotic images in his head.

"It sure was," Mary purred, snuggling close again, contented more than she'd ever been in her life, and determined to keep that contentment going. "Yeah, we're going to have to get a whole library of sexy films like those. And maybe I should dye my hair red?"

"Whew!" said Ron. "That was REALLY something."

Mary sat up. "Is that someone knocking at the back door?" She fell back beside him again. "The hell with 'em. Whoever it is can wait. Ron, I sure do love you."

"It's probably somebody answering the ad. Might be a good one if she's getting here this early. You better go see. I'll be right down."


CHAPTER TWO

Fifteen-and-a-half-year-old Shirley Turney wrung her hands and anxiously looked back over her shoulder, expecting other applicants for the job to show up at any time. She didn't expect anyone to be inside the E-Z Burger Drive-In at this time of the morning and she was apparently correct in this. But at any minute other girls would come for this job she needed so badly, and if she wasn't the best looking applicant, at least she'd be the first one in line.

A little drive-in like this would be the perfect place for her to work. Customers could see her pretty face as she served them, but wouldn't be able to see her ridiculously big bottom. The E-Z Burger was designed to look like an oversized child's playhouse, with brightly painted sides slanting outward, and with an exaggeratedly large red hip roof, complete with a crazy chimney atop it. There was no walk-in service. There were glass serving windows at countertop level, plus the door in the rear where Shirley now anxiously knocked again. It was a place where she could work very, very hard, if they hired her, earning two or maybe even three dollars an hour, and get enough money to make the extra payments on her near-new car. And it was a place her mother and father would never think of coming to.

They thought she was spending the summer like the other girls from their affluent neighborhood, going to the beach, playing tennis, chasing boys, all those childish things. They also thought she'd paid only sixteen hundred dollars for her beautiful bronze, near-new VW bug, whereas actually its price had been eight hundred dollars more than that. The very understanding salesman from whom she'd bought it had been kind enough to take the sixteen hundred dollars her folks had given her plus her faithful promise to pay the rest by the end of summer. He'd have to tell her parents, of course, if she couldn't come up with the money, and that was why Shirley needed this job so desperately, and why she had to keep her brief career as a working girl a complete secret from her parents.

She almost choked up as she looked at her car, gleaming in the morning sunlight from the two coats of polish she'd put on it the day before. She would do anything for that car, absolutely anything. She'd work and slave and lie and cheat for it. It was better than a new Porsche, because it was hers, all hers-if she could earn that extra eight hundred dollars.

Shirley whirled about at the sound of the door to the empty drive-in being opened, and saw a slender blonde woman with an exasperated expression on her face. They exchanged good mornings, and Shirley stammered, "I c-came by to see about the job you had advertised in the paper. I'd like to... I'm a good worker and I'm honest and you'd never be sorry if you hired me!"

The woman looked her over, and Shirley knew what it was she saw. A dumb-looking teenaged girl, wearing too much make-up in an effort to look older, dressed in a blouse that covered her padded bra and inadequate breasts, and bleached dungaree pants whose tightness could never conceal a bottom that was hopelessly big and bulgy for a girl her age. And Shirley saw the cool businesswoman, standing amid the gleaming stainless steel kitchen with its big black grill, looking her over and turning her down before she ever had a chance to prove that rich girls knew how to work. The blonde, blue-eyes woman was wearing the standard E-Z Burger uniform, crisp red nylon jacket, hip length, over long white nylon pants. Everything about the look on her face said, 'No job for you' as she opened a drawer and took out an application and a ball point pen and told Shirley to fill out the form.

While the woman busied herself in the kitchen, Shirley busily filled in the blank spaces on the form. She gave her name as Shirley Thomas and said she lived on Turney Avenue, added a year to her age and wrote that she'd had experience as a waitress at the lodge where she and her parents had spent their vacation the previous summer. The woman looked it over suspiciously, said she was going to show it to her partner, and disappeared into a closet in the kitchen. Shirley was all confused, left alone by herself in a drive-in restaurant, with maybe customers coming at any time. In her determination to get that job, she grabbed a scouring block and began to work on the greasy black grill the way she'd seen fry cooks do, but had never thought she'd be doing herself.

Mary reported to Ron as he was buttoning up his red jacket. "My guess is that she's a little underage," she said while he read the form. "And she looks soft, as if she's never done a day's work in her life."

He sighed. "Why can't we get a courteous, pretty, hard-working eighteen year-old who'd be happy to stay here for the rest of her life? Well, let's see what she's doing down there," he said, and bent down on the floor of the loft to look through the peep-hole he'd installed there.

He was amazed at what he saw. She was working, already working down there, scouring the hell out of the grill, working so hard at it that her ass was shaking and shimmying like a teacher with an eraser at the blackboard. He couldn't tell what she looked like; her long, light brown hair hid her face from his high angle, but she sure was working hard, and she sure did have a fine ass on her for an underage kid. It reminded him of the ass on the blonde in the first movie, but more compact, better shaped. It made him want to see more of it, closer, without the covering of-tight blue pants.

He rose, saying, "C'mere, Mary. Take a look and try to believe what you see."

Mary looked through the peep-hole, looked at Ron in wonderment, and looked down at the girl again. She said, "She's doing it wrong, but, by golly, she's doing it."

"Right," said Ron. "She's hired."

"She's underage. I'd bet on it."

"She works."

"Ron, we could get into trouble hiring someone that young."

"I'll bet you one good head job she's the only one who shows up to apply. Really qualified broads go to work where they can get some tips. And we can't get in trouble. She's the one who's doing the lying."

"I'd feel better if we had a girl who was really old enough."

"I'd feel better if we have someone here who'll do all the fucking scut work. Like she's doing right now. Tell you what: If we can't find anyone better, we hire her. Till then, we keep her scrubbing down the grill and cleaning the deep fryer and scouring pots and pans."

Mary agreed to it; they kissed on it, and Ron gave her ass a squeeze, mentally comparing it to the ass on the girl downstairs, wondering what else the kid had to go along with that ass.

He wasn't disappointed at what he saw. Even Mary could tell that. After introducing himself as boss, he stood back and puttered around the cash register while Shirley worked even harder at the grill. She had a typical teenaged figure, one that had developed in every direction but up. She had the tits and the hips of a woman, but her legs were still short and her diminutive waist looked compressed between those two best parts of her anatomy. Her face was really cute, with full pink lips that looked as if they might tremble and pout at any moment, and with wide brown eyes that could still shed the most innocent of tears. He grinned to himself as he thought about what those eyes might see if she stayed here, and he licked his lips as he thought of her lips curling around the thick knob of his cock. But most of all he looked at her ass, so young and tender and firm and round, so nicely split with the seam of her pants that he was sorely tempted to walk up behind her and rove his hand all over it, just to see what she'd do.

Two other girls applied for the job, and each time one showed up, Shirley worked all the harder. One of them would have been better, in Mary's opinion, but so much better tat Ron might have gone lusting after her, a most remote possibility if the girl Shirley worked there. By ten o'clock, when the first trickle of customers starting to drive through, Mary had decided that, minor or not, Shirley had the job.

Shirley was up to her elbows in the sink by then, her neat clothes all soiled with her hard work.

Mary stood behind her and gestured at her back with a thumb and raised eyebrows. Ron nodded gravely, and shrugged. Mary, feeling devilish, picked up a long stainless steel spatula and, inspired by the movie that she knew had turned Ron on, scowled and made as if she were spanking their new employee. Ron showed his teeth in a big grin and gestured Mary on.

Caught up in the game, Mary pretended to spank her harder as Shirley worked on unaware. Ron rubbed his crotch, and with no customers outside at the moment, and loving to do all she could to turn him on, Mary got down on her knees behind the steadily working girl and moved her cupped hands around her shimmying butt, inches away from it.

Ron's cock was getting hard and he let Mary know it. And with the growing bulge in his pants came fresh wetness to Mary's cunt, still wet from their morning's fucking, but always ready for more with this man of hers. Still the girl worked on, completely innocent of the little sexual drama going on behind her, of which she was such an integral part.

Ron stared at the girl's young, ripe ass and licked his lips in lascivious fashion. And though it was abhorrent to Mary, she did the same, but up close. And now when Mary stood up and wielded the spatula in another mock spanking, the little show she was putting on was a great deal more convincing. She was smiling, with the spatula behind her back, when the girl finished her work and turned around.

Ron said, "We've about decided to hire you permanently, Shirley. Fill out the withholding tax forms and Mary will take you upstairs and get a uniform that will fit you."

The look of joy in Shirley's eyes was a sight to behold. The only time she'd been happier was when her parents had said she could have her VW. She was led into the little closet from which both her new employers had emerged and was greatly surprised to find a ladder built into it instead of the water heater she'd expected.

She followed the slender blonde up the ladder and was further surprised to see a most comfortable appointed room above the little drive-in. There was a bed and a small TV, shelves and cabinets and lamps and pictures on the wall, just like a tiny but windowless living room. She wondered if all fast food places had such snug quarters tucked away, and in her excitement and surprise and wonderment, she chattered away like a magpie as Mary got out a uniform, hardly knowing what she was saying. And she began to change into her uniform before she realized what she was doing.

She stopped with her blouse half open and looked at the closed door of the room, and Mary said, "It's all right. You can change right here. I'm just one of the girls. Ron's the boss."

This relaxed Shirley more with her, and she continued to disrobe. Mary was quietly appraising her. Ron was; too, for there was a beaded glass screen hung before the hole for the ladder, and standing halfway up that ladder, he had a fine view of the teenager as she took off her blouse and her tight dungarees.

She had skin like a baby's, but tauter, much tauter. Even Mary was appreciating that as the girl stood in panties and bra, examining her new working uniform. She was wearing white nylon panties whose elasticized waistband and leg holes bit softly into her far softer flesh and whose seat was just slightly baggy, though still clinging to her well rounded rump with intimate silkiness. The seat of those panties had risen up between her deeply tapering thighs so that Ron especially had a most inspiring view of the lower swells of her splendid young buttocks. He couldn't help but grin and wonder how they'd look completely bare, and perhaps striped with glowing pink weals.

Her smooth white tummy had the softest, firmest swell to it, and the indentation of its tiny navel looked just exactly large enough to accept a tickling tongue. Her white bra straps bit more deeply than the elastics in her panties. Without the blouse, her young titties stood out even more prominently, so firm that they didn't move at all when she reached onto the bed to pick up the white nylon pants Mary had laid out for her. As she stood on one foot to draw the pants on, Ron had a good, clear worm's eye view of her thinly and narrowly covered cunt, most certainly virginal, undoubtedly firm and tight beyond description.

He didn't care if she was only twelve years old-he was going to fuck her and fuck her good, or know the reason why...

That night after a moderately busy day, Ron and Mary lay naked on the bed in the loft and talked things over. They'd just had themselves a rousing good screw and thus were able to discuss their new employee with cool objectivity.

"She never stops working all day long," said Mary.

"And she's good with the customers and she knows how to make accurate change."

"No matter how old she is, she's a jewel. We ought to keep her."

"Mm-hm. We ought to do more than that with her."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

He rubbed her cunt. He patted her leg and said, "We ought to have some fun with her. Oh, she'll have fun too. No question of that. But we're going to have a good time with our little friend. Know what I mean?"

"Ron, she's a minor. I know exactly what you mean, but we could get in deep trouble fooling around with a girl that age."

"You don't know exactly what I mean. But I do mean to have some fun with her, teach her some things while we learn how to have some fun at some new things, too. Her age is what makes her interesting. We have to take a chance in order to have some fun, and if we do it right, use our experience and our knowledge that she's already lied to us, we'll get away with it and she'll dig every second of it."

"We're not sure she's lied."

"I'm sure. I called Information today. No such address as she gave on the application.. I don't know what her story is, except that she'd do just about anything to keep this job and that she thinks that goddamned VW is the greatest thing in the world. She'll find out there are greater things in life than a Volkswagen, and that she'll really have to do just about anything to keep this lousy job she's got."

"Ron, I hope you know what you're doing," Mary said warily.

He grinned and said, "If I knew everything we were going to do with little Shirley, it wouldn't be interesting at all, now, would it?"


CHAPTER THREE

Ron told Shirley to be there by eight, and so she was there by seven-thirty. She had laundered her bright new uniform in her private bathroom the evening before while her parents watched TV, and now she clutched that prize possession to her as she waited for Ron and Mary to arrive at the E-Z Burger. She'd told her parents she was going to play tennis that day, was wearing white shorts and a halter top, and felt very much embarrassed to be standing there in the parking lot of a drive-in in such attire, even at that time of the morning. It was a very pleasant surprise, then, when Mary appeared from within the little playhouse, drive-in instead of pulling up in a car. Ron was right behind her. The grim looks on their faces were not such pleasant surprises to young Shirley, and even before they opened the door to her she knew they'd found out about her lies and that she'd lost her job.

They faced her in the kitchen. She was close to tears already. She couldn't stand to lose her car, nor could she stand to have to tell her parents how much extra she'd promised to pay for it. She had one wild hope that everything would be all right, that her new employers were just in a bad mood, but then that hope was dashed when Ron produced her job application and the withholding tax form from a drawer by the cash register in which there also resided a small black revolver. Shirley would have used that revolver on herself if it meant she could keep her job and her car, but there wasn't even the hope of that.

"What is your real name, Miss?" said Ron in stolid tones.

The tears flowed down along with her words as she blurted, "Shirley Turney and I need the job so bad and I'm sorry I lied about my age and all but if I lose this job I'll lose my car and my parents will find out about it all and I don't know what they'll do to me and if you just let me work here I'll work for half the pay you offered 'and work twice as hard!"

She boo-hoo-hooed like a baby while they quietly discussed the situation. She couldn't help it. She wanted to get down on her knees and tell them she'd work her fingers to the bone, and by then just being able to hold the job was just as important as her car, but her uncontrollable blubbering wouldn't let her do anything but cry.

At last Ron stepped forward, handsome and crisp in his E-Z Burger uniform, and Shirley looked pleadingly up at him through tear filled eyes. He had a fatherly look on his face and again she took faint hope. He said, "We'd like to keep you on, Shirley, but it's not as easy as that. For one thing, we demand complete honesty of our employees. You've lied to us."

"But I'd never lie again! I'd keep all my promises and never take a penny and... Yesterday! Yesterday I sneaked some French fries and I'd never do that again.

He placed his hand on her quaking shoulder, touched her cheek in a kindly way, smiled and said, "We expect you to eat our food if you work here. That's all right. But the lying.." He shook his head and she began weeping anew.

"We've got to get rid of her, Ron," said Mary. "Your plan just wouldn't work."

"Yes, it would!" said Shirley. "I NEED this job! Please, Ron. Please!?"

Mary picked up the withholding slip and held it before her eyes, said, "Do you realize it's a federal offense to falsify this form? And that if we're aware of your falsification, we can be indicted?"

"No! I don't want you to get in trouble. But what can I do? How can I keep my job?"

Mary broke Shirley's heart by shaking her head, putting the paper back in the drawer, and saying, "No. It would be too hard on her."

"It shouldn't be easy on her," said Ron. "She's got to learn some honesty."

'It should be something taught her by her parents," Mary said.

"Don't tell them! Please!"

"Why not?" said Ron. "What would they do to you?"

"Why they'd, they'd take my car away! And they'd restrict me."

Both of them chuckled and Ron said, "You see? With that kind of discipline, it's no wonder she lies. You're right, Mary. We'll just have to get rid of her."

Shirley grabbed his hand as he started to turn away, clung to it and begged, "Please! Give me one more chance! I know I was wrong and I'll pay for it. I'll work here for nothing for a whole week, but please let me stay!"

He touched her cheek, held her chin in his hand, stroked her hair. He sighed and said, "I'm for giving you that one more chance. I'm for taking a chance and letting you work here for one more week-with pay-providing you convince me you've really learned a lesson about honesty."

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" In her confusion and abject happiness she kissed his hand. "What can I do? Where can I start?"

"You can start upstairs," said Mary, and made way for her to get to the ladder.

Shirley felt terrifically embarrassed climbing the rungs, knowing that if he chose to Ron could look up between her legs. But he wouldn't do that, not that fatherly man who was giving her another chance. The little room looked wonderful to her, and she wished she could dwell there forever. But Ron and Mary still looked grim and foreboding, even in the face of her rediscovered happiness.

It was then that she noticed that Ron held a long, stainless steel spatula in his hands, and when she looked at it he said, "Shirley, if you're going to stay here, I'm going to use this on you."

"You're... going to use it on me?" she said, mentally picturing herself being flipped over like a sausage on a hot griddle.

'That's right," he softly said, and took a step beside her, and softly swatted her quickly tensing buttocks with the flat of the spatula.

She blushed red from her toes to the roots of her hair, looked up at him with wide eyes and mouth. "You're going to... spank me with it? Like a little kid?' "Exactly," he said, while Mary stood there with folded arms. "Just like a little kid. Do you want your job here? Do you want that car outside? Turn around, bend over, put your hands on your knees." Her car being repossessed. Her parents finding out. Going to prison on federal charges. All these things flashed through her mind as she moved as if in a dream until she was facing the neatly made bed, hands on her knees, big upturned fanny feeling every bit as hot and scarlet as her cheeks.

Splat!, and Shirley bit her lip and kept from crying out.

Splat, splat, SPLAT!, and her fingers dug into her knees and she gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes, determined to suffer through the pain, the humiliation of being spanked like a naughty child. She rocked back and forth on her heels and toes, so thankful for the panties under her tennis shorts, because after a dozen swats from the spatula her bottom was smarting and feeling warm. She could endure it, though, and in stoic silence, until an errant blow from the spatula landed high on her plump thigh.

"OH!" she gasped, and almost straightened up.

Ron's big hand on her back pushed her back down. The imprint of the spatula stood out pink and perfect on back of her smooth white thigh. He had half a hard-on in his thin nylon pants and the sight of this and the weird little scene they were in had Mary's cunt starting to itch as well.

She said, "Ron, you might as well be using a broken flyswatter on her. She can hardly feel that through those cotton shorts she has on. If you want to do her some real good, either have her take down those shorts or use something heavier on her."

Shirley grabbed her shorts with both hands and said, "I can't take these off in front of him!"

She looked up at Ron beside her, saw from the corner of her eye as he shifted a bulge in the front of his pants, then watched with increasing alarm as he whipped aside a curtain hanging next to the glass beaded curtain and took down a wooden coat hanger.

"This should get through to her," he said, and began to use it on her.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The blows from the stout wooden rod resounded through the room, and reverberated through every cell of Shirley's shocked body.

"Oh! OW! OH!" she cried, as blow after blow landed on that bottom far more used to brocaded easy chairs and bucket seats.

"Ow! PLEASE! STOP!" she cried, and still the measured blows went on-WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!-and her bottom felt as if it was swelling up, like an overripe tomato placed in a slow oven and sure to burst.

"OW!!!" She shrieked through her loud sobbings, as another near miss placed a scalding stripe of pain across the back of her thigh, and then another and another and another sent her shrieking shrilly, falling forward on the bed, holding her terrifically tenderized bottom and blubbering, "No more! Oh, please. I'll be good. I promise. But no more now! OH, ple-e-e-ease!"

Ron tossed the coat hanger away. It was broken anyhow. But the big, hard dick thrusting hotly against his nylon pants sure wasn't broken. He shifted its position, made sure that the girl saw him do it, and turned toward the glass beaded curtain, saying, "Mary, take care of her. That's about all she can stand now." He went halfway down the ladder where he had a good view of the woman and the girl in the little pleasure room he'd built, and he was grinning and massaging his cock as he watched the contrived scene develop.

Mary took the jar of cold cream from where they'd placed it under the bed and sat down beside the helplessly blubbering girl. She said, "You got the start of a good spanking, which you richly deserve."

"Oh-h-h-h, it hurt! It still burns like fire. And it's... just the start?"

"You don't think Ron will let you off that easily, do you?" said Mary. She gave a shove to the lovely round teenaged ass that made the girl wince, and she said, "Lie flat and I'll cool it off so you can do some more work around here today."

The task Mary faced wasn't easy for her. She'd never before laid a hand on another female except in friendship. But this was what Ron wanted of her, and if he wanted it, she did, too. She made sure he had a good clear view, smiled and winked and pursed her lips at him, and opened the jar of cold cream.

The coat hanger welts were far more livid on the girl's thighs than was the fading mark of the spatula. She winced again, as if it hurt her when Mary applied a dollop of cold cream there.

"Does it hurt?" said Mary, smoothing it in, rather enjoying the touch of the smooth, overheated flesh, and wondering just how far she'd be able to go with Ron's sex-fantasy plan.

"No-o-o-O! It feels good," said Shirley, starting to bask in luxury now, relaxing a bit as the heat flowed out of her bottom and into the hand of the woman who was helping her.

Mary swallowed hard and said, "Open your legs wider, dear."

Shirley complied, and from the ladder Ron winked broadly at Mary as she slipped her well creamed hand between plump young thighs, just an inch from the cunt she was helping Ron get to in time.

Better this girl than some other, older girl, she thought, for Ron could never get fully involved with one so young.

"Are your buns sore, too?" she said, and patted the round protuberances with her dry hand, and made the girl wince again.

"They sure are," she replied. "The spatula didn't hurt too much. But that coat hanger-Whew!"

"Best take down your shorts, Shirley, and I'll spread some cold cream on you there, too. Go ahead, dear. You've got to change into your uniform anyway."

Ron's cock was throbbing with its hardness now as he stood on the ladder watching the young girl wriggling her hips and pushing down her tight white shorts, while the woman sat smiling on the bed. It was far better than any movie he could have bought, and well worth any risk involved in fooling around with a girl that age. But Mary was handling it perfectly, taking all the risk out of it with her smooth blend of solicitude and sternness.

Shirley kept jabbering away about having survived the spanking and kept her job while she got out of her tight shorts and tried to look at herself from over her shoulder. Mary said, "Take off your panties, too, dear. I can't put the cold cream on them."

"It doesn't hurt so much now," said Shirley, then gasped and jumped when Mary gave her a little swat on her pan tied bottom.

"Down they come," said Mary, and gave them a little tug.

Shirley shyly removed the white nylon panties, trying to be unobtrusive about concealing her pussy from Mary's view. Ron saw it though, a tight little mound in the center of the Y of her loins, with just enough brown hair on it to prove beyond a doubt she was ready for a dick as hard as his was just then.

She looked again over her shoulder at her red-striped ass, and a perfectly glorious little ass it was, stripes and all. Plump and firm and perfectly round buttocks, deeply cleft with the tight crack that he'd soon be doing more than just looking at. Intriguing lines formed about her waist as she turned this way and that to inspect the damage done, while Mary sat there with a close-up view of the innocent young beauty that Ron wished he was enjoying himself. The damned kid looked sexier in her halter than she would stark naked, he thought. But then, he hadn't yet seen her stark naked.

Shirley lay down on her stomach again, legs apart without being told, fully cooperative in every way. The cold cream felt ever so good on her hot bare bottom. It was still sore and it felt terrifically swollen, but the cream on her new friend's fingers was doing nice things for her. And she sincerely felt that the older woman was her friend. "You've got a nice figure for a girl your age," said Mary, as her hand buttered up those truly lovely young female buttocks.

"Oh, no, I don't," Shirley protested. "My fanny's way too big and I don't have any boobs at all."

"Your titties looked good to me. And Ron certainly seemed to notice them," she said, finding nothing distasteful about touching another female so intimately in these circumstances.

"I wear pads," Shirley confessed. "I just hope I grow there."

"Oh, you will. And I'll bet the boys are noticing you already. I'll bet there isn't a boy in your school who wouldn't give up a month's allowance to be touching you like I am."

Shirley giggled and squirmed and couldn't help thinking about how weird, maybe wonderful, it would be to have a boy touch her like Mary was. "Does... I don't mean to pry, but does Ron ever touch you... back there?"

"On my fanny? On my ass? Oooo, does he ever," Mary purred, and brought a sweet little shivering fit on the girl by slipping her slippery fingers quite deep in the crack of her ass, quite close to her virginal cunt. "He's just about the best lover I've ever had," said she, with another fond look at him. "When he puts his hands on me I just turn into butter. Very warm butter. I love it when he takes me in his arms and kisses me, presses his big hard chest against my tits, and rubs his good, hard cock against my tummy."

Shirley was shocked at these explicit words, thrilled too, and she squirmed and shivered anew and murmured, "Oh, no-o-o-o."

Mary dipped fresh cold cream, smoothed its coolness up between the girl's legs, and said, "Oh, yes. We're lovers, all the way. He takes me up here after work, or we go to his apartment and we take all our clothes off and hug and kiss and get all hot. You know? I love his cock when it's hard. I love it all the time, but when it's hot and hard and wanting me, I love it best of all. Is something wrong? Am I being too frank? Embarrassing you?"

"Oh, no!" said Shirley, though she was blushing like crazy and glad Mary couldn't see it, and feeling so squirmy she could hardly hold still. She didn't know if it was the conversational subject or her friend's hand smoothing all over her bottom and down between her legs and she scarcely knew if she liked the feelings building in her, but still she stayed right there with her legs and her ears quite open.

"He kisses me here," Mary went on, further shocking and fascinating the highly impressionable girl, "and believe me, that is a man who know how to kiss a girl below the belt. He kisses my lips and my titties just beautifully, too, but let me tell you, when he puts both hands on my ass-like this-and has me open up my legs-like yours are-and starts kissing my cunt and licking my cuntlips and sucking my clitoris... Honestly, I just go out of my mind with cumming. I just can't stop cumming! And then when he eases that great... big... beautiful cock of his up inside my cunt... My dear, I just can't begin to describe it."

"Oh-h-h-h, no-o-o-o," Shirley moaned. Her hard little titties were all sweaty and hot against their foam rubber pads. The soreness was completely gone from her bottom, and now it just felt all glowing warm and good. She could feel her little cuntlips throbbing in a way that alarmed her but that felt too good to even try to stop. And she knew for sure what that bulge had been in Ron's pants, and in spite of herself, she couldn't help thinking about how beautiful it might be to Mary when she saw it naked!

"Oh, yes," Mary smoothly said, as smooth as the slippery fingers stroking all about this almost laughably innocent girl. "By the time he's ready to fuck me my cunt's so warm and wet and open that his big cock slips right inside me. And, o-o-o-o, doesn't that feel good."

"It didn't... hurt? The first time?"

"Does this hurt?" said Mary, and Shirley's eyes opened wide as she felt her very wise and experienced friend ease a joint of her finger right up inside her fiendishly tickling vagina.

She could hardly get her breath then as Mary moved her finger around inside her. It was not even an inch of a finger inside her but, coupled with Mary's very descriptive narration, it was having a sensational effect on Shirley. Her vagina was getting distinctly moist and distinctly warmer, and she couldn't tell if the itch spreading through it was good or bad. The itch was concentrated at her clitoris, her Secret Button, as she called it to herself, and she had the wildest impulse to grind that part of her hard against the soft bed while Mary went on and on about having her cunt kissed and having her wonderful lover fuck her in a thousand different ways. She found she was panting in her humid young excitement, very scared of what was happening to her but totally unable to turn away from the intimate words or the intimate touches.

Once again Mary was talking to the girl about how sweet it was to have someone kiss a girl's cunt. It was a good way to start off with Ron, and besides, Mary couldn't help but think about how Ron felt kissing her cunt. This, of course, because she was touching and toying with little Shirley's cunt, and yes, if not enjoying it, finding it not at all unpleasant. A great many of her words were directed to Ron, still on the ladder, still grinning, and promising her with the licking of his lips that she was in store for a good cunt-licking as her reward for going along with on the girl. Visions of a trio in bed flashed through her mind as she talked the sexiest talk and played with the teenaged pussy, and she felt that if she wasn't the first of the two Ron would fuck, she'd certainly be the last.

"UH-H-H-H!" Shirley moaned from deep down inside and clutched at the covers. It made Mary know just how intimately she'd been touching her, but it didn't make her stop. "Better... get up and... WHEW!... go to work before I go to sleep," she said, and weakly tried to roll over and sit up.

Ron nodded sharply at Mary, and Mary eased the girl back down again, despite her protests, now on her back. She smiled very warmly and bent over her, patting and squeezing her round plump thigh. The girl looked distressed as well as groggy, with her mind not knowing what was happening to her body. It was clear to both Ron and Mary that she was just as hot as she could be, and that another sixty seconds of pussy playing would bring her right off in what might be the first orgasm in her life, but still Shirley didn't know what was happening to her. She lay there on her back, near nude and panting, arms flung up, gazing blearily at Mary and waiting for anything at all that might happen to her. Ron, on the ladder on tiptoes now, was doing all he could to urge Mary on with his show. Mary could see him, knew what he wanted, but instead took Shirley by her hand, pulled her up to a sitting position, and said, "It's time we went to work, dear."


CHAPTER FOUR

"Just what in the hell did you quit for?" Ron angrily asked Mary. "You were doing great. You had the kid all softened up and just about ready to swing with you and then you quit! JESUS CHRIST!"

They were up in the loft, and little Shirley was down in the drive-in, fussing about in preparation for the day's first hamburger. And Mary said to Ron, "Honey, it's you who's trying to get into her panties, not me. I just got her all ready for you, lover. Have you ever tried walking around all day with a hard-on? And no shorts on?" said the smiling Mary, and dangled Shirley's panties before his eyes. "That's how little Shirley will feel today, with big, handsome Ronnie, the super-lover hovering around her all the time. I think I did the right thing," she said, and cupped his face in her hands, smoothing the little white panties over his cheek as she nestled her willowy torso against his.

"Well... maybe so," he admitted. "Jesus Christ, that was a trip watching you two on the bed together. Did you dig it? Did you like fooling around with her?"

Mary's eyebrows shrugged and her hand went down to stroke the long bulge in his thin pants. "I've done other things I like better," she said, "but it was sort of fun. I'd do it again if it's what you want. But I'd rather have a taste of this right now," she said, and give his good hard cock a loving squeeze.

He backed away with difficulty and said, "Later. Later, all you want of it. But now we're going to get down there before little Shirley's cunt cools off."

Every nerve ending of Shirley's body seemed to be standing on end. Along with her Secret Button, her clitoris. She was busy pressing ground meat into patties as Ron and Mary came down the ladder and the mere sight of them made her feel weak in the knees and all warm and liquidy in the tummy. Her fanny was still tender from the spanking and her pussy felt swollen and very moist. She had dressed in hot confusion and haste, going along with Mary's suggestion she wear no panties so that an unsightly panty line wouldn't show through her thin nylon uniform pants. The pants were a size too small for her and so their crotchband fit altogether too snugly against her cunt.

Just moving around the tiny kitchen and pantry was a constant reminder of the weird and, yes, wonderful sensations she'd experienced when Mary had been salving her bottom with cold cream. Her titties too were sensitized, nipples all hard and lightly perspiring within their foam rubber cups. And of course the tenderness of her well spanked buttocks was a constant reminder that at the whim of her employers she could be out on the street, or upstairs bent over the bed again. It all combined to make her nervous and jumpy and at the same time all warm and buttery inside, and Shirley hoped she had the strength to make it through the day as a perfect employee, despite all her handicaps.

Ron gave her a sharp swat in passing that made her jump a foot, and he said, "Here comes the first customer. You take him, kid." She took the order and frantically began putting it together. Pickles and tomato and lettuce and special sauce and patty and cheese and salt and pepper on a bun, spilling things and looking at Ron in apology and wrapping the thick sandwich in E-Z Burger paper, passing it through to the car with a carton of milk, taking the money and waving bye-bye, then realizing that last part wasn't very professional at all. And then realizing she hadn't give him change!

"Oh, my gosh!" she murmured, and looked to Ron for help. "Oh, my gosh!" she said, for he was reaching up to where the napkins were stored, and there within the tight confines of his uniform pants was the extremely clear outline of his extremely big penis!

"Something wrong?" he said, as she gaped at him open-mouthed.

"I... I. I forgot to give him his change," she said, holding out a trembling handful of coins at her boss.

He came to her smiling, took her by the shoulders, looked down deep into her eyes and said, "Think you deserve a spanking for that?"

She rubbed her bottom with both hands, feeling the residual heat there, also feeling the radiating heat of the big hard thing in the pants of this super lover Mary had described so well. She felt like melting as she murmured, "If you think so."

He looked down further at her, straight at her titties, and he licked his lips and said, "Better to shortchange them than to long change them. If you do that and I find out, you're in for it."

His hand curled round the nape of her neck and she felt like swooning into his arms, collapsing against him and feeling the hot brand of his cock against her fluttering belly. But instead she stood more erect, padded titties proudly thrust out, for Mary had said Ron would look at them and now he was. Shameful to show herself off like that, but she'd do anything to please him. Her little pussy was seething, almost bubbling when he released her arms and she went back to work.

There was just enough room for the three of them to move around in the kitchen area. They couldn't help but bump into each other and brush against each other as they worked. And as the rush hours of lunchtime came on, the little collisions and brushings increased, and along with these Shirley's inner heat slowly rose. As busy as she was, her thoughts turned again and again to the big hard cock in Ron's pants which Mary took such delight in having pushed up inside her. She couldn't help but think about how Mary had touched her, right between her legs! and she was constantly being reminded of this, too, for Mary's slim hands were always there in the preparation of the food and to pop some surprise morsel into the mouth of them. By twelve noon the tight crotchband of her pants was an agony to her. She felt all raw and tender there, not quite sore, but with a maddening need to scratch herself there, really good and hard. She would have, if she'd been alone, but as it was all she could do was surreptitiously rub her pubes against the side of the sink or the counter. The lunch trade increased, and with it the bustling activity in the kitchen. The day's trade before had been nothing compared to this, and the swats on her fanny and Ron's ever present cock and Mary's flying hands all added to Shirley's state of tingling, electric activity. She was doing her level best to keep up with the more experienced pair working with her. She felt exhausted and at the same time hugely exhilarated, and then, when the sink stopped up, she knew she'd blown it all.

"I'm sorry!" she said. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to put the coffee grounds in the sink!"

"God DAMN it!" said Ron, and handed her a plunger and got down under the sink.

Shirley grabbed it in both hands and began working it rapidly up and down. Down before her, Ran was banging and clanking at the pipes, and holding onto her leg with one hand for better leverage.

The touch of his hand was burning her as much as the spatula had. She knew she was in for a spanking for the terrible mistake she'd made and to make amends for it she worked the plunger handle like a piston. Her cunt felt like it was swelling up like a water filled balloon, and Ron's hand kept moving around on her leg and hip as he worked the pipes, leaving her for a moment, then grabbing her again. At times she thought she could feel his hot breath against her loins, and she knew and dreaded that he could probably smell her overheated juvenile cunt, more swollen and throbbing than ever before that day. She was sweating all over and moving frenziedly when at last the dirty water sucked down the hole, and a feeling of wonderful contentment came over her and she sighed deeply and slumped against the sink.

Ron's cock was bulging fully hard against his trousers as he rose up from under the sink. Shirley could only gaze dully smiling at it with the crisis of the sink past and with the lunch trade definitely slacking off now. His face was flushed red as she looked up at him and murmured, "I'm sorry. I guess I deserve a spanking for that."

"It was a dumb fucking thing to do," said he, "and you deserve more than a spanking. But later for that. You look after things now. Start cleaning up. Mary, come upstairs. I want to have a talk with you."

Ron's cock felt as if it would bump against each of the rungs of the ladder as he climbed to the loft. He hadn't been this horny in months, and he'd hardly laid anything more than his eyes on the girl. His hand still felt every impact it had had with her incredibly fine young ass in passing. His nostrils and even his brain were still filled with her virginal cuntal fragrance that he'd so deeply inhaled when the damned sink had plugged up again that day. He was itching to screw that dumb, tight, innocent little twat and he was thankful he had Mary there to restrain him from simply raping her.

And she was there, right behind him as he stood in their loft playroom, with her warm silky hand on his cock and her smiling lips pursed up at him.

She nestled her big warm tits against his chest and said, "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, boss?"

"You said you wanted a taste of my cock this morning, and by God, it's ready for you now," he told her.

"That little girl get you all hot?"

"You better believe it."

"I thought you were going to start licking her cunt when you were under the sink there."

"I thought I was, too. Jesus! Little Shirley is going to provide us some kicks around here."

"As long as we don't go too fast with her. She's got a nice little cunt, Ron," Mary purred, still stroking his very heavily swollen cock. "It's tiny. It's firm. Its juice feels like cream. I can only imagine what it tastes like. Know something?"

"Huh? What?" he said, all atremble with burning, longing, with his nuts backed up to the lump in his throat.

"I'm not a bit jealous of her. If she turns you on, it's great with me. When you're turned on, it turns me on, too. And I'm turned on now, lover." She reached down and rubbed her cunt with two fingers, very definitely turned on and swollen and wet from her close proximity to the day's interplay of sex between the experienced cocksman and the innocent but thoroughly aroused young virgin. She brought those fingers to Ron's lips, and she chuckled all warm and good in her tummy as his eyelids drooped and he nibbled and licked at the funky sweet scent there. His sexual appetite had been well whetted by the girl, just as it had been with the movies, and now she was the one who'd reap the sweet benefits of it.

'Take down those pants and lie down on our bed, lover," she said, and slipped away from his hotly trembling hands and struck an alluring pose as she began to open the buttons of her hip length red tunic blouse.

He did exactly as she said, falling heavily back on the bed, propped up on his elbows to watch her disrobe.

In the past he'd been disappointed that Mary wasn't a prettier woman, a beautiful one. But she looked pretty damned good now. With her buttons all opened she placed her hands on her hips, sweeping aside the tunic to reveal her nice big tits in their lacy white brassiere. It fastened in the front, between the well filled cups, and once this single snap was opened her hands went back to her hips and she stood smiling and swaying sinuously with her heavy jugs on full display. She had big, full jugs, but at thirty-four years of age, they were starting to sag. Their nipples were very large, more tan than pink, and drawn into softly corrugated ovals by the weight of the big white milk bags behind them.

"You've got a little more than the kid has," Ron remarked with a grin. "Why don't you bring 'em on over here? We haven't got much time."

"She wears cheaters," said Mary, hefting and squeezing the cushiony big mounds that were so pliable in her slender hands.

"I know," said Ron. "But she doesn't know I know."

"And we have time," Mary said. "After all, isn't that why we hired her? So we'd have some time like this?"

Her hands went to the waistband of her flimsy nylon pants, and she pushed them down over the soft swell of her belly so that the hair of her cunt just showed. Ron's dick was standing up hard and stiff like a throbbing, slowly oozing flagpole. He badly felt the need to take it in hand, but instead controlled the urge and watched the show, mind giving him flashes of little Shirley stripping for him like this, eyes full of Mary's voluptuously mature curves.

She pushed her pants right down and turned her back on him, laughed over her shoulder at him as she playfully slapped her big oval buttocks. They were soft and quivery to her touch, and as easily moldable as her titties had been when she put her hands on them and dug her fingers into the very white mounds. Ron in his growing need ripped open his red tunic and cast it aside, leaving himself stark naked for the action he now needed so badly.

Mary turned again, naked save for the red tunic and her dangling bra, and moved like a snake as she ran her hands all over the velvety white flesh that Ron's hands were itching to get hold of. She shrugged off the red tunic then, took a handful of her hairy blonde cunt and squeezed it while she wrinkled her nose at him, and Ron reached out his hands to her and said, "Come to Poppa."

She came as he arranged himself on the bed, knees up and hard dick reaching up between them, hands there to hold her hips as she took a position over him. Despite the provocative teasing show she'd put on for him, her body was all atremble with a need that matched his as she straddled his upturned face with her knees and took his dick in hand and brought it to her mouth.

She gave a good blow job. It would take Shirley years to learn that on her own, Ron thought, as his cockhead seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her mouth, and as he got his hands on her big soft ass and easily brought her hairy cunt down against his mouth.

She was terrifically wet. Normally he didn't like that much cuntal wetness as the start of eating her and would have stopped and got a towel to dry her off. Today, however, he savored the wetness, reveled in it, for it told him beyond a doubt that his partner in business and in sex had been just as turned on as he was by the presence of the virgin in their drive-in. Her cunt was all wet and pungent, the heavy lips fully swollen, the big, woman-sized clit as distended as it would ever be. He circled it with his lips, curled his tongue around it, and felt orgasmic tremors racing through her as the ardor of her cocksucking quickly grew.

With Ron's hard cock in her mouth and his tongue in her cunt, Mary was in heaven. She'd been most excited all day by the continuing hardons that had appeared in Ron's pants and now the taste of his excited meat was wholly exquisite to her. Brows knit in concentration on her double pleasures, she squirmed her open cunt on Ron's lapping mouth and sucked on his cock as she stroked its stout shaft. She was already cumming in waves, like increasingly large ocean swells, and while on the one hand she wanted this ecstasy to go on forever, on the other she was aching inside for the gush of his jizz in her mouth.

Down below, Shirley couldn't stand being alone. All day long the close presence of the other two had made her jumpy and nervous, but now she felt more nervous still without them. There were no customers at the moment, but what if she was held up, she thought. Should she use the gun in the drawer or should she scream for help or should she offer herself in place of the hard earned money in the till? She was still only fifteen and that just wasn't old enough to be put in complete charge of a business, not even for a few minutes. And there were things to do she didn't know about, questions to ask about how to clean up as the end of the business day approached. Besides, she had to pee, and if there was a rest room, it had to be upstairs. She mounted the ladder, almost sure she wouldn't be disturbing them at their work.

With her nose at the level of the floor, her jaw dropped as she saw Ron and Mary on the bed. They were in full profile to her, Mary on all fours over Ron, him on his back-and both of them were naked! And Mary had his thing in her mouth!

He was forcing her to do it. She could tell that by the fingers digging deeply into her upturned bottom and by the look of anguish on her face as she moved her encircling lips up and down on his thing. She couldn't see Ron's mouth because Mary's tapered white thigh was in the way, but she knew that he had it right up between her legs, kissing her in the way that Mary had said was so wonderful, kissing her CUNT! It was a shocking thing to behold, so much so that it paralyzed young Shirley. She clung to the runners of the ladder till her knuckles were white, watching the writhings and gropings and suckings of the pair on the bed, in such confusion she couldn't move.

Now Mary clutched Ron's thing harder and her back arched and she squirmed in every direction over him. His hands gripped her harder still. Shirley could actually hear the workings of their mouths as they joined in this spectacularly gross sex act, slurpings and suckings and moanings that sent dizzying hot chills through her. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She stared on through horror-filled eyes as they rose up to a frenzy of sucking and squirming and her hair stood on end as Mary began to urgently moan and Ron's hips arched up off the bed, driving his thing deeper still into her mouth.

It was doing something in her mouth! And she was swallowing it!!! Shirley clearly saw Mary's gullet working and saw her body convulse with his as on and on it went. "No! No-o-o-o! she whispered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief, abjectly sorry she'd ever mounted the ladder, as now Ron and Mary rolled about on the bed, locked in each other's arms, still madly mouthing at each other's genitals.

Down the ladder she scrambled, blinded by tears the moment she reached the floor of the drive-in. Out the door she went, leaving it ajar as she dashed toward her car, leaving her tennis clothes and purse and everything behind in her need to be gone from the unbelievable scene she'd had the misfortune to witness.

If that was love, she wanted nothing to do with it, she thought, as she drove toward home, still weeping and feeling all hot and feverish. How could people do such things, no matter how good it felt? She never played with herself, but now as she drove, she cupped her hand hard over her pussy, all swollen and humid, and in spite of her distaste for what she'd seen, she couldn't help thinking about Ron kissing her there.

"No, I don't want that!" she sobbed, and gripped the wheel of the VW with both hands. "It CAN'T feel that good. It must taste awful! And she drank it! Whatever it was, she drank it! All I want is a jo-o-o-ob!" she moaned, and wiped at her tear-streaked cheeks and tried to ignore the burning in her crotch as she drove toward her home and her parents.


CHAPTER FIVE

Shirley arrived at her lavishly big house and slipped inside without her parents seeing her in her working uniform. She stripped it off and hid it in the back of a drawer preparatory to burning it and any memory she had of her abortive attempt at employment. She took a cold shower, hating her naked body and vowing that no one would ever get her to do those weird things that Ron and Mary did, not even if she was old enough to like it someday. Vigorous washings with soap and cold water helped ease the itch in her pussy for only a little while, and by the time she was dressed in jeans and sweat shirt she was feeling it again.

Into the kitchen she went, started to bake brownies, then started cooking dinner for her parents when they got home. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, she was reminded of Mary sucking on Ron's cock. And that's what she'd been doing, no question about it. She felt she should report them to the police. She knew she ought to tell her parents when they got home, but she'd be in enough trouble with them if they found out she'd been working for the past two days. If only she could just forget it. If only she hadn't ever seen it! As it was, the memory of it would be indelibly imprinted on her brain, and she'd never be able to let a boy even touch her. Not that any of them ever did. They would, of course, if she was as immoral as that sweet-looking Mary obviously was. Stirring cookie batter and breaking eggs and frying bacon, she had awful visions of herself doing crazy things like that with all sorts of people, Ron included, conflicting with other visions of herself in a nunnery. If she could just die, everything would be all right. But how could she go on through life with the knowledge that people did the kind of things that she'd seen Mary and Ron do-and that she herself was capable of the same awful things.

"Hi, Shirley."

"Hello, dear."

Her parents arrival made her almost jump out of her skin. They were still in their boating clothes, having spent the day on the family yacht. Shirley felt like weeping again when she saw them and was about to blurt out the whole story, from the extra price she'd paid for the VW to her getting a job, getting spanked, and happening to see Ron and Mary using their mouths on each other like that. But her mother said, "What a horrid mess you've made in here."

"I was fixing you dinner. Omelets. And I wanted to tell you that..."

"Later, dear," said her mother.

"After cocktails," said her father.

"And after you clean up this mess," her mother added. "Don't fix anything for us. We're going out to dinner."

She started to follow them into the bar to confess it all when the phone rang. She answered it, fortunately, for it was Ron, and the color drained from her face as she heard him say, "When you walked out with the door wide open, you left your purse here. And your telephone number. Come in tomorrow morning and get it. Come in early!"

She was utterly distraught when he hung up. What had she ever done to deserve this, and how could she escape going to federal prison? The spirit was out of her and she couldn't cook. Couldn't confess anything to her parents now, either. She dragged around the kitchen, cleaning up, and she moped around the lonely house that night, not even able to get interested in TV. She went to bed knowing she'd never be able to sleep, and she tossed and turned with a bottom that could already feel the stinging soreness that would be spread all over it when she went to the E-Z Burger the next day-early.

When she got there at seven she saw that the door was ajar, just as she'd left it in her panic the night before. Ron was inside, brewing a pot of coffee. At first she thought he was naked and she almost turned and ran, but then she saw it was just his broad hairy chest that was bare, and that he had on a pair of his. thin, tight nylon uniform pants. He glowered at her and she blushed and looked down, saw the clear outline of his cock and his testicles and blushed some more. Already her big round bottom felt bigger than it was and highly uncomfortable in the tight blue jeans she wore, and already her titties were sweating against their foam rubber cups.

He loomed close and big as he stepped past her and closed the door firmly, with the CLOSED sign in place. His look was withering as he gestured toward the ladder. Shirley set down her newly washed uniform and climbed that ladder, feeling as if she was starting up on the gallows, with her bare-chested executioner right behind her.

She left the sunshine behind her, too. The small, windowless room was only illuminated by a tiny bedside lamp, and it was gloomy and felt close. Mary's recumbent form was outlined under the covers of the bed.

Ron turned on the big overhead light and Mary sat up in bed, stretching and squinting against the glare, with a nearly transparent black lace nightie askew over her big breasts. Now it was her turn to glare at Shirley, and she said, "Oh. The runaway's back, eh? I still think we ought to just turn her in for falsifying that government form," she said, and threw back the covers and got up, revealing just how short the nightie was. It barely came to her hips, and Shirley felt even more queasy and nervous when she stretched beside the bed, lifting the lace hem of her nightie to show her furry loins.

"She deserves one more chance," said Ron. "Why did you run, Shirley? Did you sneak up here and watch us going sixty-nine?"

"I didn't..."

"Of course she saw us," Mary interrupted, close beside her now and looking angrier than Ron had looked. "She saw us and got scared for some reason and ran. Leaving the cash register wide open. She-deserves to be booted right out of here and into jail."

"She deserves another chance."

Back and forth they argued, both of them half naked, with little frightened Shirley close between them and surging with anxiety. She wanted to fall on her knees in gratitude to him when Ron said, "No, we're not calling the authorities. She's just going to get a good spanking. How do you want me to do it, Shirley? With my belt, or with just my hand on your bare bottom?"

Her hands went to cover that part of her and her frightened gaze went to the big, wide belt with the huge brass buckle that hung over the back of a chair. She swallowed hard, snuffed back a tear, and drew down the zipper of her jeans, not noticing the winks exchanged between Ron and Mary.

'Those, too," said Ron, and snapped the waistband of her prim white panties.

Shirley seethed with hot embarrassment as she pushed them down and stepped out of them, with the two near-nude adults coolly watching her every move. She stood up in a half crouch, fists clasped over her unprotected pussy, trembling thighs clasped close together. Ron rubbed his big, strong hands together and Shirley's voice squeaked as she said, "I've... got to go to the bathroom."

She'd thought they'd leave her alone for a moment, either to slash her wrists or to get a little used to being clad in only brassiere and blouse in the presence of near strangers. But Mary entered the tiny bathroom right behind her, to brush out her long blonde hair before the mirror, and Ron leaned against the door jamb dourly watching while Shirley sat in a crouch on the pot and desperately tried to urinate. At last it came, in little spurts and tinkles, and then, all too soon, it was over with and she had to face her punishment.

Shirley's lower lip was trembling badly but she wasn't yet crying as she was returned to the loft bedroom. Ron sat down on the edge of the bed, adjusted the long bulge of his cock, and motioned her across his lap. She laid down across his legs, very gingerly, so embarrassed by her bare bottom that she could have died, and she jumped as if he'd slapped her when he laid his broad warm hand on her ass, with her erstwhile friend Mary standing right there watching.

"I knew it wasn't going to work out when we hired her," said Mary.

"Well, we did hire her and now we've got to make the best of it."

They talked back and forth about her while she laid across his lap with her head hung down, pulse pounding in her temples and bottom crawling with gooseflesh under the weight of Ron's softly moving hand. She found it difficult to breathe as the discussion about her went on, and as Ron's hand moved restlessly on her bared butt, fingertips occasionally brushing against her exposed vulva, making her twitch and jerk. Now and then it left her ass to leave her tensed and cringing from the expected blow, only to feel it return and move again over the firm curved roundnesses of her poor bare bottom.

Then WHACK! WHACK! SPLAT! WHACK! SPLAT!, and the hand that had almost started to feel comforting on her bottom was laying into her with a vengeance. And she was screaming and kicking and clutching at Ron's pantleg, out of control with the shock of all those huge swats on her ass.

He spanked her and spanked her, with steady, even blows, until her whole ass and the backs of her thighs were so sore she hardly hurt any more. Her naked ass was just a big, red glowing balloon, and all she could feel was the shock of the blows and a glow of heat that spread most thoroughly through her every part.

Ron was panting and so was she when at last he stopped spanking her and said, "That's enough for now. What did you use on her before? Cold cream? Where is it?"

"Here," said Mary, and Shirley lay there panting and hiccupping sobs as the jar was screwed open and the wonderful, cooling balm was spread onto her fiery red bottom.

It felt absolutely marvelous, and she began to relax a bit, her ordeal over with. She shifted on Ron's lap as their soothing hands worked on her, felt the thickened heat of his cock against her hip, and didn't even care about it.

"She's red all down the backs of her legs," said Ron.

"And her bottom's as red as a cherry," Mary added. She giggled and said, "Look, Ron. Even her little pussy's turned red."

"Don't," Shirley murmured, and tried to squirm away as a very slippery set of fingers-she didn't know whose-were slipped down between her tightly clasped thighs.

"Ron, it's all wet!" Mary exclaimed, as her finger burrowed deeper against Shirley's tensed cuntlips. "I think the spanking's gotten her a little hot."

"Really? Let's see," he said, and now thicker fingers were inserting themselves between Shirley's tender thighs and pushing against her most secret flesh.

"Please don't! You shouldn't!" she squeaked, but Ron's other hand remained planted firmly on her back while his fingers went on probing and feeling all around her cuntlips and even within them.

"Yeah, she's sure wet," he said. "But it's probably just the cold cream. After all, she's only fifteen."

"Don't. STOP!" Shirley moaned, squirming all about on his lap, unable to escape the touch of his finger or rising sensation of giddiness in her.

"Oh, hell, Ron," said Mary. "I was getting turned on sexually when I was fifteen. I was frigging myself when I was twelve. She probably does, too."

"No!" Shirley protested. "I don't touch myself there. And you... shouldn't, either!"

Ron's finger easily wedged its way within the portals of Shirley's vagina, and she moaned in mixed anguish and dizziness. He eased it in and out and all around, while Mary continued to smooth her cold-creamed hand over Shirley's wriggling bottom.

"Ron, are you finger-fucking her?" said Mary. "If you don't stop you will get her hot, and then what'll we do with her?"

"She's doing okay," said Ron, and drew his finger out of Shirley's quivering cunt and slid it up through the crack of her ass. She heaved a sigh of relief, only to moan anew when his finger stopped at her bum hole and the slippery slick ball of it made small circular movements at that orifice.

Mary gigged and said, "What are you going to do, Ron? Finger-fuck her in the ass?"

"Why not?" said Ron, and Shirley uttered' a snarling, guttural moan as he pushed it in, all of it.

She was panting and squirming and trying with all her force to expel it, gasping, "Don't! Don't DO that!" She was grabbing at the floor and his pantleg and craving to bite his ankle as he chuckled and Mary' tittered and he slid his thick slippery finger out and in, out and into her cringing asshole with slow deliberation. She was furious at them for forcing her to submit to this humiliation and furious at herself for being so helpless against the weird, wonderful sensations spreading everywhere through her body. Then he started to ream her asshole with his well buttered finger, moving it round and round in her spreading her butthole and increasing the sensations until she went limp across his lap, hips arched up for more of it, lips murmuring, "Oh-h-h. Ah-h-h-h.

Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h...

"I do believe you're right, Mary," said Ron. "Yes, I do believe we've done something to get our little fifteen-year-old hot," he said, and lifted her up as easily as if she was a rag doll, and turned her about till she was straddling his lap and facing him.

His hands sent hot chills all through her as they roved up and down her back and sides. His smiling face was terrifically handsome before her though she could barely focus on it in her condition of tingling, seething warmth. He kissed her and asked her if she was hot, and she panted, "Yes! I don't know! Oh-h-h-h, I never FELT this way before!"

He laughed and kissed her again, this time a full blown kiss with the insertion of his thick, slick tongue. It made her very much aware of his cock pressing against her belly, and far from shrinking back from it, she slung her arms about his neck and nestled as hard against it as she could, sensational feelings coursing through her every cell.

She was sitting on his lap facing him as they deliriously kissed, and her legs were spread wide open by his legs. Now she felt Mary's hand under her, moving till throughout her crotch to send her feelings skyrocketing. She had hardly any hair there and thus very little indeed between her most sensitive flesh and Mary's cool hand as it massaged all over the holes she'd just had penetrated by Ron's thrilling finger. As before when Mary had touched her there, Shirley felt as if something really big was going to happen to her, and now she welcomed it no matter what it might be.

Ron broke the kiss and fell back on the bed, taking her with him. The room spun about as he rolled about with her on the bed, laughing and touching her everywhere, it seemed, while she panted and writhed with him and clung to him all she could. Each time in their twistings as she came into contact with his cock, she had the urge to climb it, to rub herself against it, and this she did as he held her hot ass in his hands and encouraged her on. There was no possible way in the world it could ever fit inside her when it was of such a size, but nevertheless it felt marvelous just to feel it against her, and not to be afraid of it any longer. Mary sat on the bed and watched, smiling, alluring in her little shortie nightgown. Shirley saw her as if through a kaleidoscope as she was turned and rolled in Ron's strong arms, a captive of the wonderful free excitement he was instilling in her young body.

She came to rest all tousled and glowing with strange happiness, with Ron lying half atop her with his thigh between hers and his big hot cock pressing down on her hip and tummy. He was massaging her naked hip and squeezing her hot ass as he said, "You got me pretty hot, too, kid. Hot enough to be real nice to you after having spanked your cute little ass so hard. How about it? Want me to be nice to you? Want me to teach you how to cum?"

"Oh-h-h-h! Oh, Ro-o-o-on, I feel so funny!"

"You'll feel funnier than you do now, but you won't be laughing. Spread your legs and hike 'em up," he said, and rolled away from her.

Mary had to show her what to do. She hooked her hands under her knees and hauled back, baring all of her seething hot crotch to Ron as he moved around between her feet, on his knees, with the fascinating big bulge of his cock still safely inside his pants.

He was visibly excited as he hunkered down below her, hands smoothing over her reddened haunches, hot breath caressing her scandalously exposed bottom as he said, "Jesus Christ, that is one helluva beautiful little cunt. Hardly a hair on it and so plump and fat it looks ready to pop. And smoooooth," he said, running his thumbs through the widespread crevices of her groins as he licked his lips in anticipation of doing what Mary had told Shirley felt so super good. Anything would have felt good, for her pussy was close to exploding with its need for more of the touches that had gotten her into this fine state of high excitement.

"Oh, yeah-h-h-h," said Ron, and dipped his tongue in the pearly pink petals of the virgin cunt, deeply savoring its creamy sweet wetness and its almost miraculously firm texture.

"Oh! Oh, my goodness!" said Shirley, eyes going wide at the depth of the delicate sensation of having her Secret Button tongued, and legs being drawn wider by her eager hands.

"You like it?" said Mary, moving closer on the bed, smoothing her hand up Shirley's arm.

"It feels... wonderful!" said Shirley. "Just like you said!" she exclaimed, as Ron's strong hands held her with gentle firmness as his stiff, wet tongue tip described heavenly circles 'round and around her clit.

Move it around for him. He likes that," said Mary, and already Shirley was rotating her plump round ass on the bed and awkwardly trying to follow the course of Ron's tongue with her increasingly needful young clit.

"Oh, OH-H-H-H-H!" she cried, as quite suddenly his tongue slashed hotly down through her pussy and beyond it to the girlish asshole he'd had his finger in. Inside it went, and Shirley was straining and gasping and tossing her head to keep from flying into bits from the feelings exploding within her.

"UH! OH! YES! OH-H-H-H," she moaned, as now this wonderful, wonderful lover covered every bit of her widespread crotch from side to side and up and down with lingering, suctioning kisses, while her dear friend Mary stroked her fevered brow and kissed her cheek and snuggled close and comforting beside her.

Ron was again flicking her clit with his tongue and Shirley was getting into the rhythm of it now, panting and puffing and feeling sensational and gyrating her cunt rapidly under his tongue. She could feel it going up and down her spine and everywhere as the wonderful fever inside her passed the point of no return and continued to swell and grow.

"Uh, OH-H-H-H-H-H!" she moaned, as he added a whole new dimension to it all by fastening his hot lips around her clit and sucking, heavily, while the indescribably sweet lash of his tongue continued to work over her clitoris and make it feel ten times as big as she remembered it once was.

He was holding her haunches very firmly in both hands, and he kept hold her crotch wide open as her hands slipped from behind her knees and frantically clutched at the bedclothes, at Mary, at anything for a hold on reality as the world of sex went on opening up more and more for her. Ron was sucking and slurping with no signs of diminishing his ardor for her throbbing, convulsing cunt, and Mary was caressing her warmly and even squeezing her titties as Shirley lay thrashing in ecstasy.

"You're going to cum now, baby," said Mary. "You're going to just let yourself go and have a wonderful orgasm while Ronnie sucks your pretty cunt and I play with your titties and you feel good all over," she said, and Ron looked up at them cuddling together and his eyes glazed over with fresh desire.

"I am!" Shirley panted. "I saw you do it, and I want to do it, too, and I AM-M-M-M-M-M!!!" she wailed, arching up off the bed, being helped by Ron's powerful hands on her asscheeks and his powerful suction on her clit, as the huge thing finally happened to her and held her suspended in a total ecstasy she'd never have believed before.

"Ah-h-h-h," she sighed, as Ron's hands released their hold on her buttocks, and she collapsed upon the bed.

She was still tingling everywhere, too blissfully spent to move any part of her, except her hips, which continued to slowly churn on the bed, luxuriously massaging her wonderfully vibrant ass against the covers.

Ron, panting, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and reached for the zipper of his pants, saying, 'That was the sweetest cunt I ever ate in my life. I almost came in my goddamned pants," he said, and ripped them open, allowing his huge thick cock to flop out and point at Shirley as if to say, Now it's my turn, and you're the one!

"It's too big. I couldn't," she babbled, very weakly trying to turn away, though there was no turning away from the post-orgasmic tinglings coursing everywhere through her.

"But now's just the time for it, honey," said Mary, "while your cunt's all hot and wet and open for that nice big cock of Ron's."

"It's too big," she panted. "It'd... it'd SPLIT me!"

"We'll see about that," said Ron, laughing again, and took her in his arms and wrestled her away from the comforting softness of Mary.


CHAPTER SIX

"EEK!" Shirley squealed as again the room was turned topsy turvey, and now with each of her turnings she could feel Ron's big bare cock, all hot and hard and far too big for a girl like her, flopping and slapping against her tummy and loins. His finger slipped inside her asshole and she squealed shrilly and wriggled and writhed like an eel, rubbing even more hotly against his cock. Ron just laughed and rolled her around some more.

Mary laughed and said, "It's all right. You've already had your spanking and he's not going to hurt you any more."

"But it's too BIG!" Shirley cried, though in truth her vagina felt larger than it had before, and certainly it was highly lubricated from Ron's sensational kisses.

"It's just the right size for any girl," said Ron, and suddenly had her pinioned and helpless on the bed, with his big naked cock throbbing warmly against her palpitating belly.

"Mary, get a pillow under her ass," he said, and Mary was quick to obey him.

"No! Please! IT'S TO BIG! I'm a VIRGIN!" Shirley pleaded, though from the look of determination on his smiling face she knew her entreaties were doing no good whatsoever.

Her opened crotch was in the perfect position for it. Mary held her by one of wrists and Ron by the other, freeing one of his hands to grasp his cock and introduce the fiery red knob of it against her open vulva. He rubbed it all around there as together he and Mary watched Shirley's every expression most keenly.

"Oh! Oh, that feels so nice. Oh, I could cum that way. But, please! It's just to big to go IN ME!" she cried, as with devious cunning, Ron pushed the knob on his cock, the biggest part of it, up inside the slippery tight portals of Shirley's cunt.

"In we go," he said, and pushed, and pushed some more.

Shirley yelped, for there was slight pain, but the delicious sensation of that first insertion was something she knew she'd never forget.

It was a tight fit. A terrifically tight one, filling every furthest corner of her cunt and stretching her in a totally magnificent manner. She raised up her head to try to look, to see if all of him was going into all of her, and saw the thick wedge of his cockshaft very widely splitting her prim little cuntlips, saw a tinge of blood too, and fell back again in total enjoyment of this new delight that was being given to her.

"Feel nice...?" said Rod, slowly drawing it out, then easing it in again.

"Feels wonderful!" she replied, unable to keep from shifting the position of her hips and her cunt, though no better position could possibly be found for what was happening to her cunt.

"It's called 'fucking'," said Mary, close beside her again, holding her hand in this beautiful moment of sharing.

"And I LOVE to be fucked," said Shirley, as once again that magnificent big organ split her cuntlips and pushed up inside her to fill her with deepest ecstasy. "It's better than cumming!" she told them, and tilted up her pelvis to meet the next slow insertion of the cock she'd already grown to love and cherish.

Ron said, "But you can cum while you're fucking. And you're going to," he said, and stepped up the tempo, moving his cock in her cunt till she could feel the heat of friction all through the slippery clinging walls of her tush. "Do you want to cum? Do you?" he said.

"Yes! Oh, my goodness! YES!" she cried, though she really wasn't ready for that huge delight laid upon the huge delight she was already experiencing.

"UH! UH! YEAH!" He was grunting and throwing it to her in earnest now, sliding the full thick length of his cock in and out of her with steady, satisfying precision. She was clumsily but eagerly trying to keep up with and meet each of his thrusts, seeing starbursts all around her. Her face was slack and her head lolled from side to side, but still her hips were working, perhaps by reflex, jerking and thrusting upward, tossing her hot little cunt up at him to meet each of his increasingly vigorous thrusts. Cunt juice was tickling and trickling down through the crack of her ass to her asshole and now it was joined by something more, something thick and hot and slippery that came from Ron as he groaned, "Ah-h-h-h. OH-H-H-H-H. YEAH-H-H-H. Uh-huh-h-h-h!"

Again it was instinct that told her that now it was his turn to cum, and instinct or no, each of the great surges of ecstasy that ripped through him in accompaniment to the heavy surges of his cock brought a similar surge of huge ecstasy in her.

She was cumming. And it was wonderful. He was grinding, digging deep inside her with his cock, stirring up her insides with it and changing her from a girl to a woman, for the time being. And each of the heavy grindings and spurtings and moanings brought her off to the same orgasm she'd experienced when he'd been sucking her cunt, only bigger, better, every time.

"Oh-h-h-h. No-o-o-o. I can't believe it!" she said, amazed that she could even articulate in the face of this overwhelming flood of feelings. "Oh, oh, I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!!!"

Again and again his cock went sliding into her, bringing her to orgasm now with its every insertion. It probably lasted for only seconds but it seemed to go on for an exquisite eternity, the slow rhythm of fucking, the wonderful oscillation between huge contentment and almost unbearable ecstasy. And all of it so warm and moist and stinky and nice that Shirley felt like she was a child again, wallowing in a warm mud puddle, with no prissy parents to chide her for it and make her come in and take a bath.

"Don't take it away," she pouted, as Ron sighed loud and long, and eased the lovely big think out of her drooling cunt. Her repeated orgasms, the mere experience of losing her virginity had her so weak and exhausted that she couldn't possibly move, but still she could murmur, "No, don't take it away. I want more cock. I want more fucking."

"Sucking, too?" said Mary, and Shirley dimly saw her wink in Ron's direction just before she felt her lips touch hers, and her tongue slip into her mouth to be feebly sucked, in answer to her question. Then little Shirley sank happily into a doze, still tingling everywhere with sheer good feelings, all spread-eagled on the bed, barely aware of the voices close beside her.

"Was she tight, Ron?"

"Jesus, I couldn't believe I'd fit all the way inside her."

"And did she taste good?"

"Fresh. Sweet. I'd rather lick you off any time, but-it's really something going down on a girl that young."

"Oh? Is it?"

A pause, and then, "Yeah. It is. But you don't want to take my word for it, do you?"

Mary chuckled, took his flaccid but swollen cock in hand and said, "This is my bag. I'll spank her and play with her and help you do your thing with her, but getting gay with a fifteen-year-old chick just isn't my thing."

Ron lifted an eyebrow and a horn sounded down below, signaling an early start to the day's business. Mary said, "We'd better get at it, unless you're up to playing some more."

He said, "We better get at it. Lots of time for playing later. I'll grab a quick shower first, if you don't mind, and get things going downstairs."

Mary did mind, but she didn't say so. She didn't like being alone in their playroom with the girl Ron had just fucked, so very thoroughly that she was still sprawled out where he'd left her, so very illegally that they could go to jail for what they'd done.

The shower water was running in the little upstairs bathroom. Mary waited her turn impatiently, pacing about the close quarters in her shortie nightie, seeing the recumbent girl each time she made a turn in her pacing. She was short and overweight and in a few years she'd be more overweight, but now she held a fascination for Ron, for Mary's man. It was only her youth. Men Ron's age, approaching thirty, felt a compulsive attraction to what the playwright had called the sweet bird of youth. And this one was sweet, and young. Her cunt was tighter but no hotter than Mary's, and it certainly couldn't move to please a man on a continuing basis as hers could. Her skin was smoother, tauter, but really no less erotic than Mary's at age thirty-four, and once Ron tired of the empty-headed child, he'd be back with Mary all the way, and appreciating her all the more for her help in letting him achieve his fantasies.

She couldn't understand all his fantasies. Doubtless he couldn't either, Mary contemplated them as she stood in one place, surveying the sleeping girl. His fantasies revolved about women, of course, and had been brought to the fore by the dirty movies he bought. The three-way thing was one of his fantasies, the spanking thing another, the girl-girl sex yet a third. He'd seen the spanking thing for real, had been the central part of a three-way thing, and so it stood to reason that his next expressed compulsion would be to see Mary and the girl making it together orally. That was the way lesbians did it. The way the girls in the movies had done it after the spanking. But could Mary do it? Even to please Ron?

There was a girl, all ready and waiting, fast asleep so she couldn't be a witness for Mary's practice step into perversion. And Ron, he was still in the shower. She could hear that. And there was the girl's cunt, so much like Mary's own that it held no fears for her, wet with the jism that too held no fears for her. And there was she, in the perfect position to have a taste-a very literal taste-of the oral sex that Ron was bound to demand of her soon.

Mary sat down on the bed and licked Shirley's cunt. It was as simple as that, over and done with, and now she could do it again when it was demanded of her without any fears. Silly to have any hangups when one could face them and get over them so easily, she thought, and slipped off her nightie as she heard Ron's shower water being turned off.

Ron couldn't take his eyes off the sleeping girl as he dressed while Mary showered. A cunt that tight and he'd gotten all of his big dick inside it? Incredible. A virgin, far more innocent than most, and turned on all the way to multiple orgasms on her first trip out? Unbelievable. And himself in the saddle, with faithful Mary right there all the way, helping him get his foot in the stirrup? That was the best part of all. Fully dressed, he sat down on the foot of the bed and gave her tight little twat a fond licking, sperm and all, and rose up feeling like a giant to start another business day.

It was a rushed morning for a Wednesday and Ron and Mary had little time for communicating as they worked in crisp side by side efficiency in the little drive-in kitchen. They had time for their thoughts, though, and Ron's dwelt steadily on the little girl they'd left to sleep and recuperate upstairs.

Her tight cunt was the fascination of her. Christ, he hadn't thought he'd be able to get his dick all the way in her before he started shooting, and it was only with the most supreme effort of will he'd achieved that noble task. Her tight slippery cunt had been trying to milk the jism out of him from the moment he plunged it past her ruptured hymen, but he had controlled himself, and his reward had been a truly spectacular ejaculation, each spurt of which had come up from his toes and was felt in the hairs of his head. She'd been fine to eat, too. Real fine. Mary's twat, sweet as it was, was a hog's trough in comparison to little Shirley's cunt. He could eat a cunt like that all day long, and fuck it with his tongue far better than it could be fucked by the little dicks of the pimply faced boys Shirley went to school with. Ron's cock had never gotten fully soft since it had left the sleeping girl upstairs, and now the more he thought about her, and he couldn't help thinking about her, the harder it got.

Mary saw the bulging stiffness in Ron's pants and knew exactly where his thoughts lay. Hers would be up there, too, she confessed to herself, if she were a man. Even a man with as faithful and loving a woman as she was would be drawn to that newly awakened girl at least for a little while. He'd grow tired of her, of this Mary was certain, once the edge was off his appetite for youth and he realized the dangers involved. Until then, she would have to go along with him if she expected to keep him. And with this attitude Mary was able to smile when he announced at a slack time that he was going up to see how Shirley was doing, and say, "Go ahead, lover, and give her a kiss for me. You know where."

Once again the thinly covered underside of Ron's stiff dong was rubbing the ladder rungs as he climbed to his beautifully conceived loft. He stood at the foot of the bed and gazed at the sleeping girl, disbelieving the obvious truth that all good things come to he who works and waits.

She'd stirred in her sleep and was lying on her side, legs drawn up and incredibly beautiful young ass bared for his eyes alone. The painter Rubens and even the faggot painter Michelangelo would have been absolutely compelled to put that perfectly round, deeply creviced ass on immortal canvas, but not before they'd used it to a better advantage. Ron eased himself onto the bed with her, smoothed his sandpaper cheek over the taut silk of her bottom, and she shifted it to a still more erotically inspiring position. He flicked out his tongue, burrowed it deep in the sweet warm crevice, and she woke and giggled and put her little hand back there and said, "Don't, Ron."

"Why not? Feels good," he told her, and took her in hand and rolled her over, giggling and trying to cover up, and made her giggle more by blowing hot breath and burrowing his face between her squirming thighs.

She giggled wildly, caught herself before she peed, and said, "DON'T, Ron! I'm all sweaty and wet down there, and besides, I've got to pee! Now, don't!"

He laughed with her, feeling as good as she was, young and vibrant and alive and experiencing new things, and he said, "I can't stop! Can't, can't, can't! I'm gonna eat you up, starting with your twat and ending with your tonsils, and you're not going to stop me, 'gotta pee' or not!"

He wrestled her around and got her sitting on top of his chest. Mary saw it all, for she'd climbed the ladder after him, even heard him say he didn't care if she peed on him. And she watched on, ignoring any cars that might come for fast food, as the really very comely little teenager sat her round little ass on Ron's chest and let him hold it while he licked and sucked the young cunt that she herself had tasted briefly just hours before.

"Oooo! OH! OOO, that feels so crazy!" Shirley squealed, clutching at Ron's hair with both hands, perched upon his chest while he lay supine, and enthusiastically responding to the expert flicking on his tongue and suckings of his lips. "Ronnie, I have to pee but it feels to good, good, GOOD TO STOP!" she squealed, bouncing her ass on his chest while he held her firm and licked her good and wished he could have his dick as well as his tongue in her.

"Ron-NEEEEEE!" she squealed, as with no letup, he licked her and sucked her as fine as he ever had any woman, and as the big explosions ripped through her body and she tumbled sideways, Ron still gorging on her cunt, Mary still watching with a queasy desire for that same treatment and response for and from herself.

"Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H!" Shirley cried, thrashing and churning on the bed, looking as if she was trying to escape from torment, yet holding onto Ron's hair with both hands to keep the true ecstasy ripping in her.

A horn below made Mary grudgingly give up her vantage point, and it made Ron lift his cunt-wet face for the moments it took for young Shirley to roll away from him and make a dash for the bathroom. He was right behind her, dick bulging hard in his pants, and now she had no time for embarrassment at all as she squatted peeing on the toilet.

Just the tinkling of her water had him more turned on. If that was possible. He stood watching her, sweet cunt smell all over his face, as she sat there pissing and saying, "Don't look! You're embarrassing me."

"I'd like to embarrass you with about fourteen inches of cock down your throat and another twelve or so up your cunt. Jesus! You really got me going, child!"

"I'm not a child and I'm sure not about to put your thing in my mouth like I saw Mary do. Yech! Now go away and let me tiddle in peace. Go sell some hamburgers. I'll be down to help you guys in just a minute."

"Stay up here," he said, and knelt beside her, overjoyed as just being able to touch her bare flesh for a moment. "Rest," he said. "A girl can't lose her virginity and work all day in the same day. You just take it easy and I'll be up to see you later."

"You and your big old cock," she said, and playfully pushed him away.

He could hear the damned cars downstairs. Another surge of business that Mary couldn't handle by herself. He brushed back his hair with hands that trembled, and he said in his best boss's voice, "Young lady, you stay up here and take a nap. That's a direct order. I'll be up to check on you later."

She stuck out her tongue at him, reached for the toilet paper, and told him to go sell hamburgers. He shook his head and smiled and went back down the stairs.

Mary was throwing hamburgers together and making change and thrusting food through the pass-out window and speaking angrily to him before he got off the ladder. "Goddamn it, we didn't hire that girl for you to screw around with all day! We hired her to work!"

"Goddamn it, I'm no hamburger machine!" he answered, just as irritably, as he began to quickly press patties of raw meat. "If I want to have a little fun I'm going to have it and you're not going to stop me! And I wasn't having fun up there I was just checking to see if she was okay after having her cherry popped, damn it!"

"You big fucking liar!" said Mary, and slung a handful of shredded lettuce at him. "Take care of. this fucking place yourself for a while and see how YOU like it! I'm going upstairs to pee!" soft ass seeming to quiver angrily as she rose toward the hot little honeypot whose taste still lingered bewitchingly on his lips.

Mary found Shirley asleep on the foot of the bed, her torso fully on the bed, her legs sprawled out and her heels on the floor. The foot of the bed acted as the pillow had, elevating her bottom and thus her cuntal area so that that part of her was very prominently displayed, blushing pink from all Ron and his cock and his tongue had done to her, so flagrantly alluring it would have lured any man like a fly to honey. Mary went irritably to sit on the toilet, glaring at the girl and openly resenting her her youth.

There was no way to get her own youth back, of course, but surely there had to be a way to better enjoy her advancing years with Ron. Some better way than procuring young girls for him when the urge struck him. And if the urge struck him consistently, there'd come a young girl he'd up and leave with. Not this one, of course, because she just wasn't his type. She was pretty and sweet and willing and innocent, and she had a darling body and a hot little sexuality to her, but she just wasn't his type. Mary could go for her, if she was a man, but not Ron, she thought as she peed.

She wiped herself as she gazed at the girl and was amazed at how swollen and sensitive and moist her vulval tissues were. Too much frustration, she decided, from watching Ron and the girl make it. And if she knew Ron, she'd soon be making it with the girl herself. Could she handle that? Well, she already had, in a way. And now-why not again? She flushed the toilet, got up and hitched up her white nylon pants, and went to sit beside the sleeping girl. God, her skin was like living satin when she touched it.

"Ron?" Shirley murmured, as the first touch awakened nerve endings that surely would never fully sleep again.

"No, it's just Mary, dear, come to see how you're doing. Have a nice nap?"

"Mm-mm-m. A couple of them," said Shirley, stretching and yawning, horizontally, while she basked in the smooth touch of her friend's warm hands. "What time is it?"

"About one," said Mary, finding the tactile sensations of young feminine flesh more and more understandable to maturing men like her lover.

"I've got to get to work and earn some money!" said Shirley, and tried to sit up.

"We're taking care of things just fine," said Mary. "Relax. You've been through a lot today.

That cock of Ron's isn't exactly as small as... as my finger," she said, and eased her middle finger down the sweet slit of Shirley's cunt, smiling and feeling nice and warm and friendly at the way the girl snuggled back down beside her.

"Feels nice," Shirley purred as Mary slid her finger smoothly over flesh that had to be badly tenderized from too much sex in one day.

"That's what you said when he fucked you. And when he licked your little pussy."

Well, it does feel nice," said the girl, and stretched her arms up over her head, and wriggled her cunt against the hand that was leisurely feeding it. "It felt darned good. He was good to me. You are, too," she said, and laid her hand on Mary's knee, and looked up at her with innocent affection in her eyes.

Would Mary have let an older woman play with her cunt that way when she was fifteen? Not on your life. But this one was, underlining what they used to call the generation gap, and Mary was frankly enjoying it. In more ways than one.

It was quite lovely to look down on the raw young beauty of the reclining girl. It was sadly thrilling to think she might have had a daughter like this herself. And the touch of that firm young cunt was something that no one, man or woman, could help but feel good about.

Mary quickened the tempo of her finger, rubbing the ball of it directly against the diminutive but sure to grow clitoris of the little Shirley. And little Shirley squirmed and clutched harder at her knee and said, "You're making me feel all funny and good again."

"Nothing wrong with feeling good," said Mary, bending over her now while she diddled her, hard pressed to keep from yielding to the totally wild impulse to throw herself atop the girl and hump her like a man.

She was almost panting as she said, "You like it, so let it happen. I can make you cum as good as Ron does. Or almost. God, you're a pretty thing! Your cunt's still all wet from him, isn't it? But it's getting wet from me, now, from me. And you like it, almost as well as with him, and you're feeling good, soooooo good."

"Oh, Mary, Yes-s-s-s," Shirley said, eyelids fluttering, cunt fluttering too as Mary put all things behind her and fully entered into making this lovely child feel as good as she ever would.

She diddled her and finger fucked her, nestled close to her and whispered loving words to her as their cheeks kissed. She got her going till her little cunt was pushing pistoning up at her finger as insistently as it had at Ron's cock, and when she had her right there and cumming, she mashed her soft lips down on the girl's gasping open mouth and tasted and felt her orgasm as surely as if she was orgasm in g herself. Mary left her smiling, eyes closing, drifting off into her doze again, and went down to face a business partner that had to be angry.

He was indeed, and he stayed angry with her until after five o'clock when the business was dead, and when Shirley came clambering down the ladder in her working clothes.

They sent her home over her protests that at least she could clean up the day's mess. They cleaned it up themselves, grouching at each other all the way, and continuing to grouch and bicker on the way to Ron's apartment. Their bickering continued until they'd gotten into bed, and there it dissolved into a wild fucking frenzy that lasted till well past midnight.

They lay sated with sex in each other's arms, and Mary murmured, "It can't go on like this. With her around all the time we're liable to fuck each other to death."

He thought about that and said, "Can you think of a better way to go?"

And they made love one more time.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Shirley still felt both dazed and dazzled by it all when she arrived at the E-Z Burger at seven sharp, only to find that no one was there. She knocked, then beat on the door, hoping to wake Ron and Mary if they were sleeping, which hardly seemed likely after ten solid minutes of noise from the back door. She quit it and sat down on the step before the door, wishing Ron and Mary would hurry and arrive.

They were taking their time in Ron's car, in the slow lane of the freeway. They'd had a talk in bed that morning about the future treatment of their new employee, and now they reiterated it as they headed to work.

"Today she works," said Mary. "That's what we hired her for."

"Right," said Ron.

"No sleeping all day upstairs just because you ball her a couple of times. "No sleeping at all," said Ron. "And I may not even ball her at all. My dick's still sore from yesterday. And from all last night," he quickly added.

"If you want to have a quickie with her, go right ahead. That's fine with me. But no big production numbers, and no balling at all when we're busy."

"Right. And that goes for you, too."

Mary's mouth dropped open and then snapped shut, and she said, "Ron, you make me sick. You have really got something in your head about gay chicks. And I'll play your game with you because I love you, but I want you to know I'm not slipping upstairs to turn a quick trick with your girl friend. Jesus H. Christ!"

"Oh, I was just kidding," he said. "Don't be such a grouch. And here we are rounding the bend and heading for that money-making little fun-filled playhouse knows as Eeeeee-Zee B... Well, look who's waiting for us on the stoop. It's little Miss Muffet herself. Mary, time for a quickie before the day begins, and you're invited to handle the spotlights."

"Yeah, a quickie," Mary distractedly said, staring as she was through the windshield at Shirley as she stood waving at them from the back door, beaming smile on her face. Her brown hair was in pigtails and she had on a brown corduroy jumpsuit, cut like bib overalls, that made her look very young, and whose crotch seam split her fat little pussy in a very sexy way. "A quickie, if she feels like it."

"She will. Say, let's have one big banger of an orgy with her and then work straight through the rest of the day.

She greeted them like a puppy left in the yard alone all day. Mary slipped an arm about her waist while Ron fumbled with the door key, and she said, "How do you feel this morning?"

"I feel great! But I feel bad because I didn't do any work yesterday. You shouldn't even pay me for yesterday."

"You need the money for your car. You'll get paid," said Ron, and shoved open the door and helped usher Shirley inside.

Mary said, "We were meaning to talk to you about your work habits here, Shirley."

Ron faced the girl fiercely and pinched the ends of her titties hard and said, "And I've been meaning to talk to you about wearing these rubber pads. That's cheating, Shirley, and it's got to stop. If you're going to work around here, you're going to work, and if you're going to cover your titties with rubber so you can't even feel anything there, you might as well wear galoshes when you take a bath."

"Oh, but I can feel it!" she squealed. "And you're embarrassing me," she said, looking all around the deserted drive-in lot.

"Then you better get upstairs where you won't be embarrassed," said Eon, and pushed her toward the ladder, and goosed her and pinched her bottom till she couldn't climb up any more, until Mary got him to stop.

They all stripped forthwith in the loft, with Shirley's padded bra the last garment to be discarded. She tossed it aside and crossed her hands over the sweet pink pears they'd only glimpsed, and said, "I'm still embarrassed. Don't look."

"We certainly will look," said Mary, and she and Ron came forward as one, to pull the hands away from Shirley's titties and each take charge of one of them.

They had to slap her hands away to keep her from trying to stop them from playing with them. They were gorgeous little titties. They were fresh and firm as green fruit, and filled with the promise of succulent ripeness soon. Her nipples were tiny in comparison to Mary's, and apparently far more sensitive for she was practically jumping up and down as Ron and Mary plucked at and played with them.

Ron's dick was standing up at full attention looking at the naked girl. It was sore, it felt like it was over coals on a barbecue, but it was itching to squeak into Shirley's tight cunt. He bent down and sucked on her nipple, to help get her going, just to taste it, while his hot horny hands ran up and down her silken body, frequently colliding with Mary's hands as they went.

"Oooo! Oh, that feels so weird!" Shirley exclaimed, quite unable to hold herself still as her hitherto inviolate titties were being lavishly sucked by Ron and excitedly played with by Mary.

Any soreness was gone from Ron's cock now, and all in the world it wanted was to get deep inside this little girl's cunt. His brain, however, was telling him to go slow, as this would be the only time all day he'd get to fuck her, and it should be a good one.

"Sweet little titties," Mary purred as she pulled at the rosebud beauty, and when the starry-eyed girl looked up at her she kissed her softly on the lips, and her hand stole down to be the first that day to feel of her cunning little cunt.

"Oh, my goodness. You're both... making me feel so good I just can't stand it!" said Shirley, swaying naked between them, clutching at their nude bodies and having no idea at all how deeply her touch was affecting each of them.

Ron rose from her well sucked titty, hair tousled and cock standing steeply up against her side, and said, "Can't be good to you all day today. Work to do. And Mary... she still owes you a spanking. And you're going to get it. Right now."

With both of them fully naked it was something he simply had to see. There was time enough for that. Time enough too to grasp her childishly smooth hips and bend and give each of her budding titties a good licking before they grew another millimeter. And to drop to his knees and French her deeply in her belly button. And to crouch down and slip his wriggling tongue deep inside her tight little slit while he kneaded her buns with both hands. There was time for all this before he turned this perfect morsel over to Mary, and time to savor each of her squeals of delight, all of her excited squirmings, and the incredibly fine taste of fresh young innocent lust in bloom.

Mary didn't want to hurt her but could hardly wait to get her hands on her. She didn't want to hurt her, though, and she tried to assure her of this as Ron licked and probed in her cunt with his tongue. She massaged her rubbery young titties with one hand and felt of her utterly smooth back with the other, nuzzling her lips around Shirley's panting mouth, and murmuring, "It'll be nice, honey. I won't spank you hard. You're just too pretty to be spanked hard,"

"Do it. I want you to. I deserve it," Shirley moaned, little hands groping at Mary for support and sending electric charges through the slender blonde, little cunt being greedily licked by Ron.

Mary subsided heavily on the foot of the bed and pulled Shirley away from Ron. He watched panting, on his knees, as the big-busted blonde drew the aroused teenager down across her lap with no resistance at all. It was a fantasy of his he'd been dying to see, and now that it was happening he couldn't even take hold of his throbbing cock, for that had to be saved for the sweet tight cunt he'd just been wetting.

Mary was wetting it further. Shirley's hair and toes were touching the carpet and her perfect round bottom was perched high across Mary's lap. Mary was squeezing it and stroking it, looking as if she wanted to bend down and bite it, and now she eased a finger deep up inside Shirley's cunt, moved it in and out and screwed it all around. Right away Shirley was moving her ass in every direction, as Mary said, "God damn. You do need a spanking. Just for being so ridiculously young and sexy and pretty."

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Mary started spanking Shirley's bottom with the flat of her hand, harder than she'd planned on. She couldn't help it. Shirley's upturned ass was just too fine a target for a spanking, and Shirley was reacting too well to it. The perfect white twins of her ass were quickly turning scarlet, and Mary could see each of the imprints made by her rapidly beating hand. And Shirley was transmitting a dizzying spiral of excitement to her with her squeals of distress and the frantic squirmings of her naked body. The glazed look of excitement on Ron's face made Mary wish she were watching the scene with him as well as taking part in it. A mirror. We'll put up a big mirror, she thought, as her hand kept slapping flawless bottom and her tits swung with the blows and Shirley went delightfully wild across her lap.

"That's enough," said Ron. "Christ, don't beat her half to death," he said, and reached under the panting girl to toy with her titties and feel the heat of excitement in her.

"I'd never hurt our baby," said Mary. She got the cold cream from under the bed, quickly opened it and spread it on Shirley's inflamed buttocks, pushing slippery fingers into her asshole and cunthole to obliterate any pain she'd caused by arousing ecstasy in the girl.

"Uh-h-h. Oh-h-h-h, feels so good!" Shirley panted, and both Mary and Ron grinned in lustful glee at her, and redoubled their efforts to completely thrill this delicate but robustly healthy child.

"Want me to eat you some more?" said Ron. "Eh? Want some more of that good cuntsucking that turns you on so well?"

"Do it! I love to feel like this! Oh, Mary, your hands feel so good on me! Both of you! OH!"

"Do what?" said Ron. "Tell me and I'll do it," he said, compelled to hear the words directly from the mouth of yesterday's virgin. "SUCK MY CUNT!" she blurted. "Put your tongue where Mary's fingers are and in my asshole, too, and make me CUM-M-M-M-M-M!!!" she howled, going crazy across Mary's lap as the older woman finger-fucked her with rapid precision, bringing her off to a climax right there before Ron's lust-filled eyes.

But he wanted her, too, and he took her. His big rough hands grabbed her and drew her up, pushed her back till she was lying on top of Mary, and then they spread her willing legs wide for him to feast on the tenderest, sweetest cunt in all the world.

It was nice and wet too, for the playing and the spanking and Mary's fingers had done their job well. Ron crouched low on the floor and ran his stiff tongue everywhere through the widely spread crotch of the orgasming teenager. He was holding her legs apart and stroking them with both hands while Mary held her flat on her back on top of Mary.

Shirley wasn't exactly flat. She was writhing and twisting in every direction as Ron tongued her from her clit to her asshole and back and forth, and each of her writhings were made against the naked flesh of the fully aroused Mary. Her back was squirming against Mary's hard nippled tits and the firm buttocks Mary had just heated with her hand were wriggling hotly against her loins. Mary held Shirley's titties in both hands and felt her body reverberate thrillingly with her moans and cries of joyful ecstasy, and then suddenly Mary was cumming with her as Ron's tongue slashed down through Shirley's cunt to rip hotly through Mary's.

Up and down Ron bobbed his head, licking two wet cunts at the same time, bringing off two naked women to orgasm simultaneously. Their four legs were kicking at each side of him and their bodies were churning against each other on the bed. It was a thrilling experience for him, something few men ever enjoy, but as exciting and unique as it was, Ron needed something more. He needed to get his cock inside of Shirley's cunt before he went out of his mind.

He massaged and pulled at her titties, and his voice sounded far calmer than he felt as he said, "Just raise up and sit down on it, baby. Climb right on top of that big old cock and fuck yourself as long and as deep as you want to. I guarantee you'll like it."

"Yes! OH-H-H, YES!" she cried, and tried to rise on weakened legs and stuff the big hard thing in her hand up her tight wet naked hole.

Mary was right there to help her. She spread her dewy cuntlips with her fingers and fit the knob of Ron's oozing cock against her hole, milking the cockshaft with her hand as she did so.

"EASY! Oh, God! Take it easy, but GET IT IN!" said Ron, wildly excited by the two females at his command, and by the tactile sensations of the flawless young flesh against his cock.

"YES! PUT IT IN ME! I WANT TO FUCK!" Shirley exultantly cried, and then nearly shrieked with delight as the union was joined and she could slip right down on the big thing inside her, all the way.

His hairy hard pube ground wonderfully against her clit as she rode his big dong like a rider on a bucking bronco. She hadn't the experience nor the coordination to bounce up and down on it, but the grindings and twistings of her hips were more than enough for both of them in their steeply building excitement. Ron was arching up under her, driving his already fully buried cock still deeper in her, and little Shirley was taking all he could give her and taking it well.

Mary felt like she was still orgasming as she watched the energetically displayed ecstasies of the girl. The cold cream was still right there, and now Mary scooped up two fingers of it and pushed deep inside Mary's asshole to add to the girl's heady pleasures as well as to her own.

"Oh! URRRGH! Yeah!" Ron snarled, jism erupting in great gouts from his cockhead, all to be gobbled up by the wonderfully tight and receptive cunt of the girl he had trained to be a fuck machine.

"Oh! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!" she squealed, claws digging into his chest, titties thrusting hard against his hands, cunt spasming and cumming and overflowing now with rich pearly white cream, while her asshole did a dance and had an orgasm of its own on the slippery impalement of Mary's two fingers.

She came and came and came, and would have cum some more had not Ron's cock slipped out of her. It was still as wet and slippery as could be, but now it bent in the middle as she frantically tried to stuff it back inside her and now Ron could do nothing to help her but grin. Shivers went through her as Mary's fingers were eased out of her asshole, and Shirley hung her head, resting her hands on Ron's heaving chest for a time, then tossing back her hair and smiling and saying, "That was just super! But now I've got to get to work. Right?"

"Yeah," Ron croaked, and let her firm flesh slip from his hands. "You girls clean up, get started. I'll be right down."

Shirley and Mary showered together. It was necessarily a tiny shower stall and thus they were in naked contact almost all the time they were in it, Shirley talking excitedly about the thrills involved in having sex with Ron, Mary using the soap on both herself and the teenager and trying to remain calm about it.

"And we're going to have a super hamburger day, too!" said Shirley, as she wriggled like an eel under Mary's soapy hands. "I'm going to work real hard and make up for yesterday when you had to work so hard, and I'm going to sell a ton of hamburgers!"

Mary turned off the water and helped her out of the shower, helped her dry off and faced her and said, "Honey, I didn't mean to spank you that hard for your goofing off all day yesterday. I didn't want to spank you at all, but Ron insisted. You know how he is. You should spank me for helping him fuck you. Mad at me?"

"Me? Mad at you? Heck, it doesn't hurt at all now, and I'm sure not mad," she said, and embraced the willowy blonde, melted her in a moment, made her take her in her arms and give her a full-blown passionate kiss on the lips. "And I could never spank you," she said, subsiding with fluttering eyelashes.

"Better get to work," Mary muttered, and turned away before things got wildly and weirdly out of control. She really wanted the girl now, but Shirley was just too young, too impressionable. A lesbian experience would be damaging to her now, in her formative years, and not at all the mere sexual fling it would be to a mature woman like Mary. Leave the girl alone, she told herself, and began to dress with disturbingly shaky hands.

Ron was snoring softly as Mary passed through the loft bedroom and made her way down the ladder to start the day. She did her work automatically in the kitchen, anxiously waiting to see if Shirley would make it past Ron and his cock and on to work as she'd said she would. She was a beautiful child in every way, including her willingness to work, and perhaps beautiful enough to rouse Ron by her mere presence and start him off on another fucking frenzy that did not include his business partner. Not that Mary blamed him, but he was just to smitten by Shirley's fresh young beauty and eagerness. She felt he hadn't gotten nearly enough of his first exposure to Shirley's titties, and that if she was in his place she'd be sucking on those little beauties right now, and getting ready to screw her again. She was heading toward the ladder to see if Shirley was all right when down she started from the loft.

Mary stood at the foot of the ladder, looking up at her and not quite believing her eyes. Shirley stopped, her descent blocked by Mary, and whispered down, "He's fast asleep. Were you coming up here?"

"No, I..." Mary stared up the ladder, between Shirley's legs, confirming that there was a very discernible bulge of pink flesh showing at the crotch seam of Shirley's uniform pants. "Did you... split your pants?" she said, still staring up, finding even that narrow bulge of naked cunt to be wholly fascinating.

Shirley giggled and said, "No, I opened the crotch with a razor blade. In case Ron wants to do it again it'll save time so I can get back to work quicker. Aren't I a smarty-pants?"

"You're a sexy-pants, that's what you are," said Mary. She looked around her at the empty early morning drive-in scene, turned back to the ladder and reached a hand up between Shirley's legs. Her finger touched warm, soft, pinkest flesh, and she said, "That looks really cute from this angle. Does it feel all right?"

"Super! Boy, you really know how to touch me to tickle me right. It just made me go crazy when you put your finger up my fanny when Ron was fucking me."

"I used two of them," said Mary, and now her middle finger joined her index finger in probing and tickling against the long pink bulge protruding from under the well filled seat of Shirley's white pants. "Oooo!" Shirley softly squealed, wiggling and waggling her nice round bottom, just a foot or two above Mary's smiling, upturned face. "That really feels nice."

Mary looked around again and said, "Feels nice here, too. And it sure looks nice. Turn around on the ladder, honey. Show me more."

Shirley nimbly turned about. There was a shelf beside the ladder and she put one foot on this, the other on the ladder's rung, to spread her legs and show the length of the split in her pants. The lovely little lips of her lightly furred cunt showed in a long ellipse, and Mary's fingers were smoothing over it again as Shirley said, "I might have made the slit a little too long, but it will save time if he wants to do it to me again. I'll sew it up after."

"You didn't get enough screwing this morning?" said Mary, captivated by the flesh that was hers alone to touch now, enthralled by the perfection of the girl's diminutive clitoris.

"What's enough?" Shirley giggled. "Ooo, that feels nice," she said. "You really do know how to tickle me in just the right way. I bet I could play with my pussy all day long and it wouldn't feel this nice."

"And I bet I could do something else that would feel even nicer."

"Oh-o-o-o-o! I don't see how," said Shirley, slowly rotating her pelvis in time with the movements of Mary's wetting fingers, and beaming down a positively radiant young smile at her.

"Come down another rung and I'll show you.

Here. Put your pretty foot on this shelf now. And open wide."

Mary very quickly decided that licking this girl's cunt was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever experienced. She could understand with perfect clarity why Ron wouldn't leave it alone. She was most familiar with her own cunt, loved every bit of it, but it was a flabby old sow's ear in comparison to the silken tautness of the cunt she was now licking. And kissing. And sucking.

Shirley stood on the ladder and the shelf, purring and cooing with delight as Mary felt every contour of her firm round ass and licked every bit of her absolutely thrilling little cunt. It was wet with a freshness that was wholly stimulating, and each time she circled its clit with her lips and sucked on it, the response from Shirley added to it. She was in the perfect position for sucking cunt, flat-footed on the floor with her arms round the girl's hips and her face uptilted against her slowly humping cunt. Still it wasn't enough, and now Mary lifted Shirley's foot from the shelf, curled her leg around her shoulder, and buried her face in the luscious young twat that her cleverly slitted pants gave perfect access to. She knew it would be better if she had the girl and herself naked, but on the other hand this was a far purer way to eat cunt, with only that special part of little Shirley exposed through her clothing. She gorged like a child at a pie-eating contest, and Shirley responded like a veteran lesbian.

"Mary, you suck me so good!" she whispered, caressing the back of her head with her leg and one of her hands. "You do it even better than Ron does, and you've got me just cumming and cumming and CUMMING! OOOO Feels so good! UH! Fuck me with your tongue and rub my clit with your nose and... OH! OH! OH, MARY!" she cried, surely loud enough to rouse Ron from his slumber, and Mary went right on eating her with a ravenously growing appetite for pussy, till Shirley's orgasms made her slip from the ladder and almost tumble them both to the floor.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Mary could hardly keep her hands off Shirley as they worked down below and Ron slept up above. That slit in her pants was just too tempting, and now that she'd had a taste of her pussy she wanted more. Several times that morning she yielded to her new temptation and crouched to tickle the girl's twat with her tongue, and each time it seemed to get better. She remained anxious that Ron would come down and discover them, and wary of the arrival of their first drive-in customer of the day, and she felt quite resentful when a couple pulled in and Shirley eagerly waited on them.

They came through in a slowly growing stream then, leaving no time at all for furthering Mary's growing fondness for the girl, and Shirley's for her.

All Mary could do now was look at her with obvious longing, promise in her eyes and smile on the lips that had been so lovingly intimate with her cunt. Shirley grinned back, and made Mary's yearnings all the worse by reaching down between her legs at spare moments to touch her cunt and then blow a kiss to Mary.

Ron came down just before noon. He still looked sodden from sleep and his movements were slow and lethargic, but he had a warm smile for little Shirley as she greeted him brightly, busy as she was with frying patties and toasting buns. He worked with them for perhaps ten minutes before-sure enough-he spotted the conveniently made slit in Shirley's pants. He could hardly help it for, much to Mary's consternation, Shirley seemed to be taking every opportunity to bend over with her back toward him and the slit in her pants on clear display.

But when he saw it he stooped right down, took a better look, and said, "What's that you've got there?"

"Just me," said Shirley happily, and facing him now, she spread the nylon pants so there'd be no mistake about it.

He sighed and shook his head and went back to work. But he kept looking at her and she kept smiling back, and not ten minutes had passed before he said, "Mary. Take over for fifteen minutes. Shirley and I are going upstairs."

"Damn it, we're busy," Mary snapped. "And you haven't done a thing all day and you're not going to spend the rest of it screwing her!"

"I'm not going to screw her! Jesus Christ, I couldn't get it up if I had to. I'm just going to have a taste of her. She wants it and I want it and you can take care of this goddamned place by yourself for fifteen goddamned minutes! Come on, Shirley. Upstairs. You need one more little buzz to get you through the day."

"We won't be long, Mary," said Shirley, as she giddily went past the grimly glowering woman, brushing her cheek with her lips.

Mary glared at Ron and kept on working. Five minutes passed and then ten, and she slung hamburgers out the pass-through and wondered if Ron's bigger, more experienced tongue had Shirley in a mindless state entirely forgetful of how Shirley had so lovingly eaten her. Fourteen minutes passed and then fifteen, and at the sixteenth minute here came Shirley clambering down the ladder, filled with apologies.

"I'm sorry I took so long, but we went ahead and screwed. It was all my fault. I don't know what happened but one second he was licking me and the next he had it in me. It was all my fault. Don't be mad at him. And, Mary, the slit in my pants worked just right! Did you get far behind while we were gone? Ron'll be right down."

Like hell he will, Mary thought, and she was right. He slept in the loft while Mary and Shirley worked, and after her initial anger had abated, that arrangement was fine with Mary. Soon she was acting as much the teenager as Shirley actually was, giggling and clowning about with the girl, making fun out of work. The E-Z Burger seemed more like a corner lemonade stand being operated by a pair of Girl Scouts than a serious fast food business, and Mary couldn't remember having had a better time there. They were acting like kids, for the most part, but the hot, caresses Mary found time to bestow on Little Shirley were anything but child-like.

The taste she'd had of Mary's cunt whetted her appetite for more. It was impossible to throw her down on the floor and lick her off, impractical to take her up on the ladder with customers outside, and Ron was offering no help at running the place. Mary had to be content with a fast fingering of Shirley's squirmy little cunt between making French fries and frying patties and passing out food to their hungry customers. The afternoon passed far too quickly, in Mary's opinion. Still she looked anxiously ahead to when there'd be just a short slack time, so she could get one more taste of Shirley's delightful little pussy before Ron woke up and came down.

Ron woke up and came down. If looks would kill, he'd have died on the spot, but he was sleepily unaware of Mary's glares and went directly to Shirley at the cash register, patted her ass as if he owned it and reaped the reward of a smile whose radiance surely stemmed from the affection Mary had bestowed on Shirley all afternoon long.

Mary tossed him a tomato and he almost juggled it to the floor. "Slice that and mop up that mustard I spilled and clean the grill and make yourself useful," she snapped.

"I'll do it!" Shirley quickly volunteered. "I still haven't made up for yesterday."

"And I'll see how much we took in today," said Ron, covering a yawn with one hand and patting Shirley's ass with the other.

"I don't give a damn who does it as long as it gets done," Mary huffed. "I'm going upstairs to the john. I haven't even had a chance to pee all day." Shirley's bright smile did nothing toward softening Mary's mood. Her cunt actually hurt inside her nylon pants, not from the need to pee but from the accumulated frustration of a whole afternoon of petting and playing on a one-way street. It wasn't that she begrudged Shirley the pleasures of being petted and gratified; it was just that Mary was used to being satisfied sexually once she was aroused sexually, and she'd been aroused all day long now.

She'd correct that, however, with no help from either of them. She quickly closed the bathroom door and thrust her pants down, sat down on the toilet seat and immediately got two fingers right on the quick of her clitoris. She was panting and spiraling toward orgasm at once, squirming her soft buttocks against the hard seat and pinching hard at her nipples as she rapidly diddled herself. "Oh! Gaw-w-w-wd!" she moaned, as she rose right up and met her orgasm with astonishing speed and force. It was tremendous, but it wasn't enough, and Mary kept her fingers frantically busy in a pussy that was overflowing with pent-up cunt juice, already aching for another fast climax like the first.

"Oh! OH! YES-S-S-S!" she hissed, as her fingers did their work, and she stared triumphantly down at her lividly red cunt, all throbbing and pulsing with life and joy and better things to come.

"Just one more time!" she demanded of herself, and kept right at it with both hot hands.

But now the keenest edge was off her lust, and her rise toward the heights of orgasm was slow, far too slow for her. She gave up, closed her eyes and thought of Shirley, and right away it started hitting her-BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG-until she was slumped back against the commode, hands dangling down from her sides and vapid grin on her face, urine flowing out of her in a tingling steady stream. She felt lazy and lethargic as she wiped and washed and fixed her clothes, but in a hurry to get back down the ladder.

"... and we won't even tell Mary about this," she heard Ron say as she started down the rungs. "Oh, we shouldn't have any secrets from her," said Shirley, and Mary continued on her way down, anger smoldering.

"What's the big secret?" she said as she faced them at the cash register.

Ron, guilt all over his face, said, "I was just offering Shirley a bonus. We had a terrific day. Ten bucks. She needs it for her car payment."

"But you guys need it, too," said Shirley, and tried to hand the bill back to him.

"Keep it," said Mary. "A promise is a promise, and you earned it. And you can go home now. Ron will clean up. See you tomorrow."

"Early!" said Shirley, and kissed both their cheeks and skipped out with the ten in her hand.

Mary had little to say to Ron till he was driving her to her apartment. Then she said, "You filthy goddamned sonofabitch. Fuck hell out of that kid and then sleep all day for two days while we do all the work, and then slip her a ten dollar bill like she was some kind of a whore." The easing of tension she'd found from her masturbation was all gone, and her anger was still warming up. She laid into him for every mistake he'd made since they'd started the business and tongue lashed him about his relations with Shirley and was still going strong when he parked in front of her place.

There he held up a hand and said, "May I say one thing?"

"You already did, but go on."

"You know what your problem is? You're frustrated. You're just plain horny. I can't take care of you. My dick's sorer now than it was this morning. Go out tonight. Meet some guy in a bar and get laid. That's what you need."

"I do not go for one-night stands. I never did."

"Well, I can't help you. Even my tongue's worn out. Go inside, take a hot bath and finger-fuck yourself."

She snorted a laugh. "Masturbation is not my bag, thank you. I can take care of myself, but not that way."

"Then wait till tomorrow and have Shirley take care of you."

She gave him a slow look of contempt. "Just what do you mean by that? Get her to turn gay, just because I'm horny and she's screwed my big strong lover half to death? No, thanks. I wouldn't do that to her even if I could."

"Suit yourself," said he, as she angrily got out of his car. "But we wouldn't be turning her into a screaming bull dyke. And she should know something about oral sex. Both ways. And it wouldn't be too hard a thing to do..."


CHAPTER NINE

Ron and Mary were waiting for Shirley when she arrived at the E-Z Burger next morning early. They sat in the loft, sipping coffee, with Mary feeling almost sick to her stomach with queasy misgivings, and glad Ron was doing the talking.

"You've had a good time working here so far," he said.

"And I earned some extra money!"

"Yeah. Yeah, and we've had a good time with you, too. At least I have. Sex, you know, it's a lot of fun. No harm done to anyone if you're clean and a little careful about it. And it's been fun for you. Right?"

"It sure has been!" she said, clasping a hand of each of them and smiling with childish exuberance.

"Gosh, I had no idea what all I was missing! You've both been so nice to me."

He patted her knee, round and plump and smoothly attractive under the short skirted dress she'd worn that day to work. "It was something you had to learn about, and high time, too. We-me in particular-bent over backward to show you the fun a girl can have with sex when she's not afraid to have fun. Fucking is fun, and you've had fun with my fucking you. Going down on you, too. Right? It makes you cum and it's... something I really like to do, too."

"You can't like it as much as I do," she said, and giggled and cast demure eyes at Mary, who nervously set her coffee cup aside and dug for a cigarette. Ron went on.

"The wise man says it is better to give than to receive. I feel I've given you a lot. So much that, well, frankly my cock is pretty damned sore."

"Oh, Ron," she said, and laid a gentle hand on the bulge in his pants. "And it's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. You just happen to be blessed with a very tight pussy, and I'm cursed with a particularly large cock."

Mary rolled her eyes at the ceiling and said, "Get on with it."

Ron said, "You know, fucking isn't the only way to make it. You know that. You saw Mary and me a few days ago making it another way. Orally. I was kissing her pussy and she was, well, sucking my cock."

"Yes, and it looked just weird at the time. It scared me then. I don't think it would now," she murmured, and her fingers moved restlessly in his lap, and her gaze drifted down there.

He squirmed on the bed and said, "Mary and I, we think it's something you ought to try. You'll really like sucking my cock. I know you will. That and... well, you try kissing my cock a little first and then we'll talk some more about oral sex."

"Oh, shit!" said Mary, and got up and slammed the door of the bathroom behind her.

"What's wrong?" said Shirley. "Is she mad?"

"She'll get over it," said Ron. He was on his feet, shucking off his sport shirt and undoing his belt buckle and kicking off his shoes. He said, "Get undressed, Shirley. All the way. It's better that way. No clothes to interfere, and that way I get to feast my tired old eyes on your fresh young beauty while you're-whew!-sucking on my big fat lollipop."

She got up while Ron was stripping off his slacks and shorts, and she stared with some concern at his stiff standing cock as she got out of her dress and padded bra and panties. Watching this girl undress was like seeing a butterfly come out of a cocoon, Ron thought, and he couldn't keep from stroking his cock as he watched her, as supremely tender and overworked as it was.

He held her naked body against him, felt her heartbeats mingling with the throbbing in his cockhead as it pressed close to her hard little titties. He had difficulty speaking now as he said, "Shirley, you're going to love sucking cock. To a sensuous woman like you, it's nearly as good as fucking. Maybe we should start out going sixty-nine. Get you really turned on while you learn the fine art of cocksucking. I could suck your fine little cunt while you blow me and... whew!"

"But you couldn't tell me when I make a mistake. No, I'd just better try it on my own."

"Just make like it's a popsicle," he said. "Your very favorite flavor." He laid down on the bed, spread-eagled with his arms and legs flung out, and with his wonderfully hard dick standing straight up and throbbing hard for the touch of her prim lips. "Lick it and lass it and suck it and go on down to my balls," he said, "and when it starts to shoot, don't get scared and quit on me. Gobble up every bit of it. Best thing in the world for a growing girl.

Be-GIN!"

The bathroom door opened and slammed closed and there was Mary in the room again, naked as they were and flushed with what looked like anger, but that could have been something else. Shirley smiled at her and said hi, then quickly returned her attention to the task assigned her.

She was on her hands and knees beside Ron, that precociously mature bottom rising like a satiny moon beside his naked form. He clutched at the bedclothes with both hands and Mary came to sit on the side of the bed as Shirley took the thick shaft of Ron's cock in her little hand. Her pink lips seemed to tremble as they poised above the livid knob of his cock, and that knob seemed to be trying to stretch itself up off its shaft to reach to her mouth. Mary clasped her arms hard over her breasts and Ron gritted his teeth as Shirley's pink tongue slipped out and tremulously touched the raw flesh on the underside of Ron's cock knob. Ron sighed through his gritted teeth, and Mary rubbed her shoulders as if she were chilled in the warm snug room.

There was an oozing drop of very clear seminal fluid risen above the tiny miniature mouth in the end of Ron's cockhead, and Shirley's extended tongue circled all around it as she held his stiff cock in her hand. "Easy does it. That's right," said Mary, and laid a reassuring hand on Shirley's back, and found she was unable to remove it then. She felt the girl stiffen when her tonguetip strayed to the viscid liquid oozing from Ron's cock, and then with a muffled cry she had the whole knob in her mouth and was sucking enthusiastically on it.

"Mmm! MM-M-M-M-M-M!!!" Shirley crooned, head bobbing up and down on the thick fresh meat in her mouth, downy cheeks sunken in and tongue laving everywhere over the thickly swollen knob in her mouth. Her gullet was working too, more for her heavy salivation than from the scant exudations from Ron's cock, because as little as there was there now, it was absolutely delicious!

Mary could see the gusto with which Shirley had approached cock-sucking and Ron could feel it. He was panting and thrashing and moaning on the bed, too caught up with sensation to issue any instruction-as if that was needed. And Mary was watching with growing frustration, her pussy doing some slow oozing of its own, and her hand on Shirley growing rough, pinching her instead of caressing her, using hard fingernails instead of soft finger pads.

Shirley, the cock-crazy little bitch, didn't even notice it. She was sucking that cock in her mouth for all she was worth, crooning contentment and looking as if she might swoon with ecstasy at any moment. She still held tight grip on Ron's cockshaft, as if it might get away, and she retained this even as she gave off in her heavy sucking and licked and laved his cock from top to bottom and back again.

She buried her nose in his hair and seemed to gnaw at the base of it. She got her head down between his legs and kissed and licked his big warm balls. She kissed with her lips and tongue in the hollows of his groins. And she returned to sucking on his cock with an even more robust appetite for it.

Ron was very obviously in ecstasy. He was muttering and panting and writhing on the bed, hips in constant motion and face all contorted with deepest pleasure. "OH! GOD! SO GOOOOOD!" Those were his only comments in the way of instruction as Shirley did it all herself, sucking and licking and jerking off the big cock she'd been given until Ron's staccato words became grunts and his big thick dick was gushing heavily up from his nuts.

"MMFFFF!" said Shirley, and a drool of white jism escaped from the corner of her mouth. That was all that escaped. The rest she sucked up and gobbled down with enormous gusto, on hands and knees beside Ron as he gasped and grunted and beat the bedclothes and creamed a quart in her mouth.

"No more. No more," he said at last, and weakly tried to roll away.

Shirley kept on sucking. His cock was growing soft, and now she took it out and shook it, like an errant wrist watch, and this failing to restore its stiffness she sucked on it again with renewed vigor and excitement.

"No more, I just can't take any more," Ron said, too weak to stop her now, though his ecstasy had reached the point of pain.

Mary would have loved to see him suffer, would have loved to see little Shirley suck his dick right off. But more than that, she would have loved to feel Shirley's hot mouth on her cunt: She pulled her off the cock and rolled naked on the bed with her, mouth pressed hotly to her cum-tasting mouth, and Ron sighed and lay flat as a pancake beside them.

"So you like sucking cock, do you?" said Mary, feeling strong enough to crush the silky young body squirming in her arms.

"Wonderful! I loved it!" Shirley panted, fully turned on, probably orgasming.

"And you'd like to suck on a cunt too, wouldn't you," Mary said, nuzzling and nipping at her ear.

"Yes! Yes, your cunt!" said Shirley, and something very much like an orgasm ripped through Mary.

"It's all hot and wet and juicy," said Mary, wild with wanting her, every bit of her. "I just frigged myself in the bathroom, thinking about your sweet little mouth fucking my big fat cunt, and it won't taste sweet, Shirley. It won't taste as sweet as your cunt tastes to me."

"I want it! I want to do it!" Shirley stated, struggling now to get out of the grip of the woman she'd been so wildly clinging to.

Mary held her tight. "And I'll suck you, too!" she said. "That's the best way! Pleasing each other, sucking each others' cunts. For hours and hours and hours! Sixty-nine, Shirley! Sixty-nine!!!"

"No!" Shirley declared. "No, no, NO!" she said, and wrenched right out of Mary's desperate arms and went right down and attacked her cunt with her mouth.

Panic seized Shirley. Everything she'd said about her cunt was true, and more. It was fat and sloppy and it stunk from her masturbation, and there was no way in the world anyone but a weirdo sex freak like Ron would ever so much as kiss it. It was disgusting and she was disgusting for even thinking about Shirley's pure young tongue touching it and will all her heart Mary regretted ever having laid a hand on the young and impressionable girl. She would have turned back the clock if she could, or cut out that part of her that was so befouled with what seemed like weeks of stinking, backed-up lust. Instead she moaned from the depths of her soul and pressed Shirley's head more closely against her hotly thrusting loins, for little Shirley was licking and lapping her cunt like a starving cat before a bowl of sweet cream.

"Oh-h-h-h! All-H-H-H! SHIRLEY!" Mary moaned, arching and twisting in every direction, flailing out till her hands and feet knocked Ron out of his slumber, but never dislodging Shirley's greedy young mouth from her greedy old cunt.

She was sucking her clitoris like she'd sucked Ron's cock, ripping Mary to orgasm after orgasm and only pausing in this to dip her tongue down to the wellspring of all the slippery goodness, Mary's heavily flowing fuckhole. Time and again Mary grasped at Shirley's body and implored her to turn her cunt to Mary's mouth, but Shirley just shook her busy head and went on sucking cunt.

Mary didn't know how it happened but she found herself sitting on Shirley's chest, having her cunt sucked and her tits mauled and hearing herself shrieking with the joys and ecstasies that were tearing her apart in such a wonderful way. Next thing she knew she was on her back, legs hauled hard up by her hands and crotch all open and bared, while little Shirley stabbed her tongue in both holes one after the other and dug thrillingly hard fingers into her buttocks.

"AAOW-W-W-W! WA-A-O-O-W-W-W-! YES!" Mary shouted, and greater things burst loose in her orgasming body and she collapsed, dead to the world save for the surges of orgasmic pleasure racing around like shock waves through her body.

"Eating cunt's not so bad, eh?" said Ron, fond hand caressing warmly perspiring skin.

"It's just super!" said Shirley.

"As good as sucking cock?"

"No. Yes! I don't know. What do they say? Separate but equal? Anyway I know I liked it. I want to do it again."

"Oh? And how 'bout a little fuck, eh? Want to try that again?"

"I thought you were sore," she said, and touched a finger to his swollen but flaccid dick, and his wince confirmed her opinion. "And you're not even hard."

"I'm never too sore to fuck you, angel. We could do it while Mary takes a nap. And your pretty mouth could sure get me up hard again in a hurry."

"What time is it?"

"Fuck the time. You and me, we've always got time for a little screw. Let's," he said, and rolled toward her.

She rolled away. "I've got to get things started downstairs," she said, and reached for her uniform.

"Don't go yet." He'd turned around so he was facing the foot of the bed. He rubbed his hand over his white buttocks as he looked up at her and said, "I bet I could get it up in a hurry if you'd give me a hand. Not a mouth, but a hand. My belt there," he said, nodding in the direction of his fallen trousers. "Take it out of the loops. Use it. On me. I'll get hard. I can almost bet on it. Then I'll fuck you, baby like you've never been fucked before, and I'll eat out that gorgeous little pussy of yours till the cunt juice is running out my ears and you're cumming like a goddammed atom bomb!"

She giggled at that and a horn sounded down below and she said, "I better go." And Ron beat the bed with his fist in his frustration and woke Mary up.

"What happened?"

"You had a wet dream. Go back to sleep."

"Where's Shirley?"

"Crawled up inside your goddamned cunt. How could you do that to her? What're you trying to do, turn her into a goddamned queer? Christ, she wouldn't even talk to me after she'd got her head jammed down between your legs."

Mary sat angrily up on the bed and said, "I didn't talk her into doing it! She did it on her own and she liked it!"

"Oh, sure. Sure, sure, sure! You'd like to suck on a cunt, too, wouldn't you?" he said in a shrilly mocking voice. "Shit fire. You got her to go down on you and that was the fucking game plan, but Jesus, did you have to try to smother her with it?" Mary shrugged and said, "We were just doing our thing."

He looked at her wholly disgusted, and his mocking voice returned as he said, "Put your sweet little mouth on my big fat cunt, Shirley dear." He shook his head and said, "Shit. Talk about taking advantage of a kid... You're really something. You really are."

She got up on her hands and knees and made a long face, spoke in a basso voice as she said, "Take off your clothes, honeypot, so I can feast my tired old eyes on your fresh creamery beauty while you suck on Daddy's lollipop. It's big and fat and it squirts out raspberry syrup if you suck it long enough. Asshole," she said, returning to her normal voice. "People like you should be put in jail. Starting now. Be-GIN!"

"Fuck you," he said, and got out of bed. him.

They dressed, silence punctuated by disgusted glares. They went down the ladder and there was Shirley, putting together a Super-E-Z Burger and stopping in the middle of it to come and embrace them both, and say, "Thank you. Thank you both. You both were so good to me... again, and you both... tasted so scrumptious I could just eat you up bones and hair and fingernails and all!"

Ron and Mary exchanged weak smiles as Shirley went on about the business of running their business.


CHAPTER TEN

The rest of the day was a wholly fulfilling one for all involved with the E-Z Burger. Young Shirley had a real, in-the-mouth taste for sex, and she made no bones about admitting it. Both Ron and Mary had been brought to cataclysmic climaxes by the young eager mouth of their employee and they each clearly hadn't had enough. While the trio worked together Shirley kept looking at her two sexual mentors, staring frankly down at their loins and licking her chops like a hungry coyote. And at every opportunity, both Ron and Mary would cup a hand over their genitals and return a lewd look while they squeezed what it was Shirley wanted.

Once again the business day scampered by, filled with flirtatious fun, but with Ron a part of it now. His swollen cook and Mary's wet pussy kept circling coy little cocksucking, cuntlapping Shirley all through the rush hours, with appetites building more urgent than those of their drive-through customers. It was a slow but not a slack time when Ron inadvertently got too many onion tops in the sink and plugged up the garbage disposal.

"Fuck shit hell damn!" he said, and turned to get the hammer and the plunger.

"I'll do it!" said Shirley, and produced the tools while he stood fuming over the sink. "You push and pull and I'll bang and clank," she said, and ducked down under the sink, and immediately went for the bulge in his pants.

"Oh, Jesus," he muttered, and turned to look at Mary, busy at the pass-through window then as Shirley fished out his swelling dick and captured it in the warm and soothing sheath of her mouth.

"Oh, my Jesus," he said, and leaned upon the plunger handle while he felt all he'd felt in bed that morning being encapsulated in a sweetly brief period of measured time.

"Ah! OOH! OH!" he murmured, and he began to move the plunger again, in rhythm with the moving mouth on his cock and the slow thrustings of his hips.

Mary turned and saw them then. Her first impulse was to go over and run her hands up Shirley's legs and feel her titties and turn her on all she could so she could better enjoy the cocksucking she'd recently come to learn and love. But instead she stayed where she was by the cash register, wishing it were she dizzily working the plunger and feeling everything and more that Ron was feeling just then.

Half the weight of his body was on the wooden handle of thy plunger, and its only valid action came from the twistings and turnings of his shoulders as Shirley sucked his cock. His eyes were half closed and most of the time his head was lolling about on his neck, though there were peaks in his growing ecstasy that made him throw back his head and grit his teeth and just simply sigh.

And under the sink, Shirley was making no pretense of being a plumber. She was a cocksucker, plain and simple and enjoying the daylights out of her work as she held his thick shaft in her little hand and sucked on his cock as if it was the only remaining nourishment in a starving world.

"Nnng! OH! Yeah!" Ron moaned, leaning heavily on the plunger handle now, eyes closed and pants fallen down around his ankles, totally oblivious in his sexual rapture while Shirley lovingly and avidly sucked his prick. Demon pangs of sheer jealousy racked Mary but still she watched on, wishing she'd been at the goddamned sink when it had plugged up and almost hoping that Ron's climax would be just great enough so he'd have a heart attack and keel over dead.

That was not to be.

"Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!" he said, and his hips thrust forward, again and again, and his head and shoulders rocked back and the sperm burst hotly out of him, and the plunger was pulled from the sink and it all went rushing out, warm dishwater and hot jism and strength from his legs as he sagged against the sink, bare ass sticking out for Mary and all their customers to see.

She was disgusted and Ron was exhausted. He barely had the strength to haul up his pants and zipper them as Shirley got up from the floor, licking her lips and wiping her chin and licking her finger, and saying, "That really-is good stuff! Did I hurt you any, Ronnie? Did I make your sore cock any more sore?"

"Feels fine," he said with a vapid grin, and went back to slicing onions, at a much slower pace.

"We've got a business to run," said Mary over her shoulder, "and sucking cocks isn't part of it. If you two want to ball, do it upstairs. I can handle the burgers and the cash register and the fucked up sink, too!"

"Mar-e-e-e-e," said little Shirley, cozying up to her, putting pouting cum-flecked lips up to her in a way she somehow thought was appealing. "Mary, don't be mad. We were just having fun. You know how much I like sucking Ron's cock. It's almost as good as eating pussy."

"Almost?" said Mary with disdain, and rang up another carload of burgers and fries and soft drinks. "You'd rather suck a cock than get laid. You'd rather swallow that asshole's jism than drink Cuba Libres on the beach at Waikiki. Go suck his cock some more. See how much you get out of it now."

"Mar-e-e-e," she wheedled, rubbing her back, rubbing her ass as Mary tried to make change again. "I don't want to get anything out of him now. I want to put something in you. My tongue," she said, and caused shivers all through the older woman by pushing her tongue against her shoulder.

Mary could feel its penetration right down to her twat, all hot and horny as it already was from another fine day of teasing sex-ruined only by Ron getting his fulfillment while she worked at collecting money. Still irritated, she said, "Go 'way. I'm not about to risk the damned business by necking with you here where everybody could see us.? "Nobody can see me down below," said Shirley, and she kissed Mary's cheek and ducked down under the shelf that held the cash register.

"Stop," said Mary, as she felt Shirley's hands began to stroke and caress her legs.

Shirley did not obey her. Her hands continued to move up and down and all around Mary's legs as the older woman stood by the pass-through window, taking orders and dispensing food. The broad bulge of her cunt was clearly outlined through the clinging nylon of her uniform pants, and Mary's hand went to that spot. She tickled and tweaked that plump mound, then slipped her hand between Mary's legs. She stroked Mary's bottom while Ron watched the little hand that reached up from between Mary's legs. The hand then took a fistful of nylon and drew Mary forward so that Shirley could nuzzle and blow her hot breath against her pussy. Mary's protests were feeble when Shirley began to unzip her pants.

Down came the zipper and then down came her pants, inch by inch. Ron was quite forcefully reminded that Mary still had a beautiful ass. It was older and softer than Shirley's but it had a beautiful shape and texture to it. Now it came into full view as Shirley giggled and Mary whispered, "Stop! Shirley! Let's go upstairs. Oh-h-h-h. Oh, Shirley!"

Shirley was getting right down to business now. Ron could see the rapid movements of her fingers between Mary's slightly parted legs. It made her big, curvaceous buttocks quiver and it made Mary lean harder against the counter and part her legs slightly wider. It made Ron come forward and lean over Mary's shoulder and as her how she was doing.

"Take over," she said. "We've gotta go upstairs. I can't... OHHHHHH," she murmured, and closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Ron pretended to be examining the contents of the cash register as he roved his hand over Mary's lovely bare ass.

"We can't do it here," she panted. "Ron, get her to stop. What if somebody... MMMMMM-M-M-M... sees us?"

"Who cares if somebody sees you? They wouldn't know what was going on anyway. Here comes a car. You'll see."

They were just pulling into the driveway. There was a family of six in the car. Shirley's flicking, swirling tongue was doing wonderful things to Mary's cunt, and she knew that in a few more moments she'd be reaching up to real ecstasy, with no interruptions wanted. The car was still pulling up when she said to Ron, "Four cheeseburgers, two hamburgers, three chocolate shakes, three cokes, two French fries."

He started cooking and she started enjoying herself. She had most of her weight on her elbows on the counter and she had her legs open and out of customers' sight below the counter. Shirley had a thumb and a forefinger on each side of her clitoris, rhythmically pulling it forward against her tongue. The woman behind the wheel of the car began to order and Mary lowered her face and made as if she were writing on an order pad.

"Uh-huh. Yes. Uh-HUH," said Mary, as the woman gave her detailed orders for food, then changed them with the changing mood of her children. "Yes. Fine. UH-huh," Mary said, and Shirley continued in a beautiful way, lips circling and sucking hard on her clitoris, fingers reaming all around the deliciously sensitive flesh of Mary's fuckhole.

The ring of the cash register opened Mary's eyes. She saw that Ron had done it, and that he'd left the two bagsful of food he'd prepared beside the machine. Once again the woman in the car changed her order. "YES!" Mary gasped, for by then Shirley had her rocking out in a full orgasm, lips and tongue working furiously on her clit, three fingers squelching rapidly in and out of her hole. She peaked and Shirley held her there for a short but beautiful time, and then she handed the food through and took the money and heard the woman compliment her on what fast service they had there. The moment they were gone Mary ducked below the counter and took the giggling girl in her arms and kissed her hotly on the mouth.

"Shirley, Shirley," she said. "That was one of the most exciting, one of the most beautiful things anybody ever did for me."

"It was fun! But I better get up now and get back to work."

"You'd better get upstairs, young lady, where I can make love to you properly."

"You both better get up and get to work," said Ron, '"cause here comes a couple of cars."

For the rest of the day Shirley reigned as the queen of the E-Z Burger. Either Ron or Mary was at her side, sometimes both of them at once, to touch her and caress her and suggest she part her legs for them. But Shirley just shook her head and said, "No, this is your day. Ronnie said it. was better to give than to receive sometimes, and I'm going to do all the giving today."

She gave and they took. Ron's dick felt like a boiled sausage, but Shirley somehow got it hard again, and then it felt so good in her mouth that he had another ejaculation. Shirley went down on Mary again, too, though this time she didn't have to go down at all, having talked Mary into presenting herself on the ladder that led to the loft. Ron and Mary were very pleasantly exhausted when the working day was over, and Shirley looked bright and ready enough to play half a dozen sets of tennis.

"We're going to have to take it easy on that girl," said Ron as he drove them toward Mary's apartment.

"Why?" said Mary. "Are you worried about stunting her growth?"

"Frankly I'm a little concerned that she'll place too much emphasis on sex later in her life if we're at her all the time about it now."

"So leave her alone. That'll cut out half her sex life."

"Yeah, and turn her into a full-time dyke."

"You're certainly concerned about her today. All she is is an employee."

"Shirley's a helluva lot more than that and you know it. We-me in particular-we're responsible for her welfare now and we've got to remember that what we're doing to her now will probably affect her for the rest of her life."

"Look who's getting fatherly on us. You worry about yourself. Shirley can take care of herself."

"If somebody doesn't worry about her she's going to wind up a damned lesbian."

"I thought you liked lesbians. You're the one who bought the movies of them."

"That's different and you know it. Look let's both leave her alone for a couple of days. Too much sex is bad for a kid that age."

"Tell her that."

They drove on in silence, and then as Ron parked the car Mary said, "You're right. No more balling for a while. We all need some time to cool off and rest up. The weekend's coming. Neither of us lays a hand on her till Monday. Okay?"

"Okay," he said, and they solemnly shook hands on it and kissed, with each one thinking of the softness of little Shirley's lips.

Nest morning Shirley looked prettier than she ever had before. She'd given up her padded bra as a thing of childish vanity, and her diminutive but darling titties were thrusting with impish allure against the little printed tank top she wore. Her smooth shoulders and arms invited kisses and nibbles that both Mary and Ron had vowed not to give. She had on bottle green pants with flaring cuffs, and whose stretch material conformed to the curves of her splendid ass to absolute perfection. Platform shoes on her feet elevated her face to a level where her radiant young smile could be even more fully appreciated by her two employers as they met her in the drive-in at seven.

"We've got a lot of work ahead of us today," said Ron.

"Then let's all go upstairs and change and get started," said Shirley.

"I think it's best if we all change clothes separately," said Mary. "At least for today. It will save time."

"That wouldn't save any time," Shirley said. "Come on. Let's get our uniforms on and get to work. I'd like to get this floor scrubbed before the customers start coming."

Ron and Mary shrugged and followed the perky, green-clad ass up the ladder to the loft. Shirley wasn't a bit shy about taking her clothes off in front of them now, but she was quite particular about what she removed. She stood before the clothes rack and carefully arranged her green pants for a hanger as she said, "I just bought these last night and I want to take good care of them. You know, I never realized the value of money till I started working here. I think getting this job is the best thing that ever happened to me."

She chattered on about her job and her plans while Ron and Mary stood mutely watching her. All she had on was a tiny pair of springtime flowered panties. Both of them were naked. The curve of Shirley's sweet girlish buttocks and the long indentation of her spine were pure delights to behold. The uppermost swells of her ass showed above the little panties and below them could be seen the full taut crescents of her asscheeks. Her legs were short, plump, perfect. And her skin, it was almost blue white, so firm and young and vibrantly alive, without the smallest wrinkle to be seen.

Ron and Mary looked at each other and shrugged, and moved in closer to her. They laid their hands on her and Ron's voice purred, "I think we have a little time before we go to work."

"We've got some really interesting movies you ought to see," said Mary, stroking her back and drawing circles on her hip with her finger.

"And Mary's got some really interesting lingerie that I'd sort of like to see you in," said Ron, touching her hair and her titties with his hands, and touching her hip with his big hard dong.

"If you're sure we've got the time," said Shirley.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Gee, those were really something," said Shirley, still seated on the bed with Mary, as Ron got up to turn off the projector and turn on the lights. "That girl really got herself spanked."

The bizarre lingerie Ron had bought for Mary some months ago fit Shirley very nicely. The high black heels looked good on her small feet and the opera length black mesh hose fit the contours of her legs to perfection. The hose were held up by six shirred black garters which were clipped to a black leather waist cincher that laced in the back and nipped her already small waist into an even narrower shape. The black panties which covered her pussy were as thin as gauze, and their transparent front panel was emblazoned with a red satin spider. The waist cincher pushed up her titties and a heavily padded black bra did this more so, and it looked as if Shirley was far more bounteously endowed than she really was. Mary had helped apply make-up that transformed her teenaged face into a sinister, almost whorish countenance.

"Some people dig spankings," said Ron, sitting as close beside the dressed up girl as Mary was, and running his hand over her mesh clad thigh.

"And you already know that some girls dig other girls, so that certainly didn't surprise you," Mary said, also toying with Shirley's leg. "But did the movies get you a little hot?"

"I think I'm always a little hot," Shirley said. "And I guess you guys are, too," she said, touching Ron's hard cockhead with one finger, and plucking at Mary's erect nipple with two.

"It got that one girl hot to spank the other in the movie," Ron pointed out. "Do you think it would get you hotter than you are now if you, say, spanked Mary? Or me?"

"Oh, I couldn't do that!"

"I'll bet you could," Mary said in a low, throaty voice, close to the girl's delightful little ear. "I'll bet you could spank both of us, and I bet it'd make you really hot, honey."

"I bet if we just put ourselves in your hands," said Ron, "you could come up with some wild things that'd be kinky good fun for all of us. What do you think?"

"I just don't know," said Shirley. "I mean, I like to have fun and sex is such fun, but I wouldn't want to hurt you or anything."

"But we both spanked you," Mary pointed out. "And you wouldn't have to spank us hard. It would just be tit for tat."

"You sure do have nice tits," said Shirley, and squeezed them and fondled them, and had Mary's head spinning with steeply rising desire. "I hope mine get that big someday. They're so soft and nice. And I just love your big nipples."

Mary took a deep breath and said, "My fanny's soft and nice, too. Wouldn't you like to see it laid across your lap? And wouldn't you be tempted to spank it then? Just a little?"

"Mine, too," said Ron. "You could spank me the same way. It might turn you on. It might turn me on."

"You look pretty .turned on already," said Shirley, pulling at the ruddy knob of his prick, and slipping her hand down to cup his big balls. "I don't know. If I was going to spank you, I'd do it to both of you at the same time."

"Oh?" said Ron. "How would you do that?"

"Well, for one thing I don't think I'd trust either of you to just lay there and get spanked," said Shirley, and got up from the bed. "I'd tie you up with something. With this," she said, and held up a long extension cord.

Mary and Ron got up, both visibly excited. Shirley glanced about the room and told them to hold out their hands. This they did, exchanging looks of mock trepidation while the girl in the sexy black lingerie wrapped the electrical cord around and around their four wrists till they were completely bound together. Ron had left some two by fours exposed at the ceiling when he'd built the loft, and now-Shirley tossed an end of the cord over one of them and pulled down on it. "She's going to hang us," Ron said, and they both laughed and raised their hands over their heads as Shirley pulled on the cord. When she tied the end to the doorknob, Ron and Mary had their arms straight up over their heads and were standing nose to nose and belly to belly. Shirley reached between them and took hold of Ron's stiff dick, bent it down until it was pressing up against Mary's cunt. Then she looked about the room and came up with a pair of pantyhose, which she tied around their waists.

They'd been laughing nervously and joking with her while she went about her work, but Shirley remained unsmiling as she stood back and looked at them. "Can you get down?" she said.

They tried, and confessed that they couldn't. "Good," she said, and disappeared down the ladder.

They called after her with no response. They told each other she'd soon be back, and they waited. Each of them was perspiring lightly and Ron's hard cockhead continued to press up close to Mary's clitoris. They both felt awkward now, foolish, but neither would admit it.

In just a few minutes Shirley returned with two carrots and a jar of mustard, and Ron felt his hair stand on end. There was a note of real trepidation in Mary's voice as she said, "What are you going to do with those? Shirley? What are you going to do with those carrots?"

Shirley didn't say a word. She just dipped the cropped large end of one carrot in the mustard, went around behind Mary, and spread her soft asscheeks and pushed it up inside her.

"Shirley, don't!" said Mary. "We were just talking about a little playful spanking. Shirley, that mustard BURNS!"

"I'll break your neck if you try to put one of those up my ass!" said Ron, struggling in earnest against the electrical cord now, as Mary writhed in obvious distress against him. "Shirley!" he shouted, but she went right around behind him, and though he gritted his teeth and tensed his buttocks as hard as he could, the slippery blunt end of the carrot was inserted deep in his asshole, then eased in and out as he gnashed his teeth and arched his naked body against Mary's.

Shirley knelt at their sides and said, "how does that feel? Is it okay?" She worked them in and out, rotating them, as Mary pleaded with her and Ron threatened her, all to no avail. When she stood back to look at them, hands on her hips, Ron and Mary were both sweating more profusely and Ron was glaring at her fiercely.

He grunted and expelled the carrot. It fell on the floor and Shirley turned and got his big leather belt and started laying into him with it.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! His buttocks were fully reddened while he cursed and howled and furiously arched against Mary, making the two by four above them creak. His actions also made the carrot slip out of Mary's ass, and Shirley moved around them to give her a taste of the leather.

THWACK! THWACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Mary's screams were shrill and piercing and her struggles more frantic than Ron's, if possible. But Shirley didn't stint on the blows of the leather till she'd delivered the same number she'd given Ron. When she stopped it Ron was still panting and Mary was softly sobbing. Shirley picked up the carrots and put them back in their places.

Ron groaned from deep inside as the slippery hot thing was pushed up inside him. Mary threw back her head and thrust her loins harder against Ron's as she took the big fat carrot up her ass. Shirley worked them in and out simultaneously as she said, "Now let's see who can hold it in the longest."

They looked at each other helplessly, each straining to close his sphincter around the thick slippery shaft within. Shirley reached under and between them, feeling of Ron's balls and the base of his cock, and moving her fingers over Mary's cuntlips. "You're still nice and hard, Ron," she said, "and Mary, your pussy's nice and wet. I guess it's turning you on. I guess you both like getting spanked and things."

"Take that fucking carrot out of me," said Ron. "You don't know how it feels. That mustard is... oh-h-h, God!" he said, grinding his buttocks together, grinding his loins against Mary's, quite unconcerned that she was experiencing the same hot torment.

"Stop it, Ron!" said Mary. "Mine's slipping! RON! Ron, I don't want to get whipped again! RO-N-N-N-N-N-N!" she wailed, as the carrot hit the floor and Shirley picked up the belt.

WHACK! THWACK! THWACK! The loud impacts of the blows re-sounded above her screams. Shirley kept it up longer this time, until her already sore butt was one big ball of heat, outside from the belt, inside from the mustard. Pain was all but absent. All she felt was the heat, the shocks of the impacting leather, and Ron's cockhead pushing back against her jerking loins. She was close to fainting when Shirley stopped whipping her, body limp against Ron's as Shirley moved around them again.

"Don't do it, Shirley!" he said. "Shirley, I'll PAY you not to do it!" he said, but the blows began anyway, and Mary felt each of them reverberating through her body too as Ron howled as loudly and shrilly as she had, with his cock jerking hard at her now.

"Let's try some cold cream now," said Shirley, and picked up the two fallen carrots, dipped them in the same jar they'd used with her, and pushed them back inside.

It felt absolutely luxurious as she moved them about there. Ron and Mary looked at each other in wonder as the soothing cream slowly banished the fiery heat within them. And as it did the feeling of warm luxury increased until each was sighing and shifting to give better access for the slick thick things up their butts.

Each shifting made them more and more aware of Ron's hard dick between them, and of Mary's soft tits. His dick had softened some during the painful beating he'd received, but now it was up as hard as ever, and shifting constantly against Mary's clitoris.

Shirley kept working the cold creamed carrots up their butts and they kept squirming together. His dick was going forward and back in steady motion, and her tits were squirming from side to side against his chest. He shuddered hard against her as Shirley's nails raked his tender ass, and then he shoved against her in little pushes as Shirley patted the place she'd scratched and smoothed her hand all over his buttocks. She did the same with Mary, pinching her far softer buttocks instead of scratching them, and smiling close beside them as they pushed and ground together with increasing urgency.

"It's falling out!" said Ron, and Shirley caught the carrot before it did, eased it deep inside again, and he softly moaned with the return of luxury.

"God, I'd like to feel that prick in me," said Mary, and hooked her leg around Ron's and tried to climb him. "Help me," she said to Shirley, and Shirley just grinned and worked the carrot faster.

Mary couldn't get his cock in her even with Ron doing his best to help, but she could get her clit right against the ridge of his cockhead. "Oh! Uh! There it is!" she said, riding that ridge as hard as she could, with Ron thrusting his hips forward to get all the friction he could there, while Shirley provided the friction he needed in his rear.

Mary's head lolled back and she started to cum. "Oh-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h! WON-derful!" she exclaimed, crimsoned buttocks jouncing heavily as she rode Ron's dick as fast and hard as she could.

"I'm with you! I'm gonna cum, too!" Ron excitedly said, and then he groaned in abject misery as the carrot slipped from Shirley's hand and out of his asshole.

"PUT IT BACK IN! Put it in and fuck me with it!" he cried, looking wildly over his shoulder for it, still rasping his prick against Mary's exploding clit, though the pressure to shoot had vanished with the carrot.

"Oh! WO-O-O-O!" Mary cried, as the carrot took a sharply different angle up her butt when Shirley reached for the fallen one.

"Jam it in me! Stick it in me! Hurry!" said Ron, and his hips arched back depriving Mary of his cock for a moment while Shirley fitted the thing to the right place and shoved hard.

"Now fuck me with it!"

"Fuck us both!" Mary gasped, just one foot on the floor now, the other curled around Ron's back, and making the roof shake with him as she orgasmed repeatedly and he tried frantically to cum with her.

Twice more the carrot was taken from his asshole, these times deliberately. He rebounded each time from its reinsertion fucking as hard as he could, sweat pouring off him, while Mary kept right on cumming.

"Don't take it out this time!" he said as he approached his climax for the fourth time. "Don't take that sonofabitch O-O-O-O-O-OUT" he wailed, and now Shirley churned it all around inside him and he started shooting and squirting as never before in his life.

He was groaning loudly, arching and shuddering his body forward against Mary, and squirting heavy gouts of thick jism all down her cunt and between her legs. His orgasm brought her to a higher peak too, and now Shirley added to that by jerking the carrot out of her asshole and shoving it up her cunt.

"OH! OH, I CAN'T STAND IT!" Mary shouted, and both legs went around him as she desperately tried to get his cock and the carrot and anything else available into her explosively orgasming hole, and as Shirley smeared Ron's hot jism all up between her legs and on her well spanked bottom.

"Too much. To fucking much!" said Ron, knees collapsing, cock still drooling pearly white jism, Mary panting and gasping for breath but still rasping her clit against his cockhead while she could. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," he sighed, when the carrot was taken from him for the last time, and with it all the strength went from his body. The cord broke and they tumbled to the floor in a heap.

Mary bent over them to unwind the electrical cord. "My God," said Ron. "I didn't know I could cum that hard."

Her hand was free before Ron's, and straightaway it went up between Shirley's legs to caress the plump moist bulge in the transparently thin crotchband of her panties.

"You're wet," she said. "Our kinky little session turned you on, too."

I'm always a little wet lately," said Shirley, wriggling her cunt over Mary's tickling fingers.

"Get a little wetter," said Mary. "Sit on my face."

"My tongue's longer. Better," said Ron, and he too, had his hand up between her legs.

"Mary asked first," Shirley said, and stood up and peeled down her tight black panties and turned to face Mary.

They were still bound together by the pantyhose, but Ron made room for Shirley to lower her hips into Mary's reaching hands and ease her little twat down on Mary's tongue. Ron hiked her ass up and bit, lowered his head, and stuck his tongue in her asshole.

"Oo-o-o. Both of you doing it," said Shirley, and she moved and squirmed to encourage them more, and to increase the lovely feelings flowing everywhere through her crotch.

Mary sucked and tongued steadily on her clit and Ron delved and reamed vigorously in her anus. Between them Mary rotated her hips and felt the creamy wetness flowing in her cunt. Each was more than eager to please her and Mary was anxious to reach the peaks of pleasure she'd just helped them achieve. She got on her side and scissored one leg high in the air, opening her crotch just as wide as she could, and right away she started to cum.

"EAT ME! YES, EAT ME BACK AND FRONT!" she cried, and this they did with frenzied ardor, each trying to outdo the other in their efforts to fully please this remarkable young girl who had done so much to change their lives. Their chins knocked together as they tongued her crotch, and Shirley came and came until she had to roll away from the hands that clawed at her.


CHAPTER TWELVE

Mary grabbed her uniform and ducked into the bathroom, locked the door as they shouted at her to come back. She stripped off the lingerie and washed off the make-up in the shower and dressed in her uniform for work.

When she emerged, she found Ron and Mary still naked, and both of them entreated her to stay in the loft with them and delay the day's opening of their drive-in. "I don't feel like it," she said. "I feel like going to work. But if you want to stay, I think I can take care of things down below by myself."

She slipped away from them and went down the ladder, in time to straighten things up and serve the first customer before they came down the ladder, too. They both seemed subdued, outwardly quiet, and each time she looked at them she got a melted butter look in return. They hovered around her, trying to help her with whatever it was she was doing at the time. As Ron brushed her with his dick and Mary with her tits at every opportunity.

Each of them propositioned her, individually and then jointly. And in every case Shirley said, "I just don't feel like it today. I didn't even much feel like it when you were licking me. Maybe tomorrow."

Mary got her alone and said, "Is it because we had you spank us? Did that turn you off?"

"I'm not turned off. I'm just not in the mood."

"I could get you in the mood. Come to my place tonight. Just the two of us. Plan to spend the night if you can. I promise you I'll get you in the mood."

"Maybe some other time. But not tonight. I'm just not in the mood, and that's that."

Mary went off in a pout, and when she went upstairs a few minutes later, Ron called Shirley over to the cash register.

"How would you like to earn a little extra money?" he said. He held out a bill and said, "You could make this twenty if you came back here tonight. We could look at those movies again and have ourselves a good time. Just the two of us. All night long."

"Twenty dollars?" said Shirley.

"Twenty dollars!?" said Mary from the ladder, and jumped on down with fire shooting from her eyes. "You miserable sonofabitch!" she said, "Trying to buy little Shirley with MY goddamned money! I ought to... "It's just as much mine as it is yours," said Ron, and tried to get Shirley between himself and his irate partner.

"Yes, and it's just as much mine, too!" Mary snapped, and grabbed a handful of fives and thrust them into Shirley's hands "You come to my place. Take a cab. Buy yourself some new clothes."

"You goddamned dike, she's coming to my place!" Ron shouted, and emptied the register of its tens and remaining twenties, and these too were shoved into Shirley's hands.

"Child molester!" she shrieked, and casting about her, came up with a ripe red tomato and threw it hard at him.

Shirley ducked and Ron ducked and it splattered loudly against the wall. He dipped his hand into the relish tub and flung a big wet gob of chopped pickles into Mary's face, and she spluttered and choked and reeled around the drive-in while Ron roared with laughter and Shirley edged toward the refuge of the converted closet.

A carload of late afternoon lunchers pulled up, just in time to see Mary place her hand on the hot grill, scream with pain, and throw the cleaning block and then a double handful of hamburger patties at Ron. They drove off in a burst of speed as Ron shouted a vile name at Mary and threw a carton of milk at her. He yelped and ducked in time to avoid the heavy butcher knife Mary threw, then slipped on the relish and rolled around on the floor with his hands clasped over his head while she showered him with sliced cheese and crushed ice and curses and a strawberry milkshake.

He started throwing things back at her from the floor then, blindly, and Shirley made a dash for the door while Mary took the brunt of Ron's barrage and threw much of it back at him. Shirley kept going toward her car. She could hear their screams and shouts and clatterings and breakages even as she roared the motor to life and backed out to swing around and leave the place. She was out in the street when she heard four erratically spaced gunshots ring out, and that was when she decided her departure would be permanent.

Badly shaken, she drove around town in an effort to calm down. She narrowly escaped having a minor accident in her beautiful little VW bug, and this made her park as soon as she could and try to catch her breath.

Tens and twenties and fives were strewn about the front seat of her car, and the sight of these made her smile. She'd either earned the money or it had been a gift, but in any case it was hers to keep. She perked up and looked around her then, and it was only than that she noticed the perfectly darling white convertible Porsche in a show window across the street from her. Her bosom swelled at the sight of it and her pussy gave a warm twitch that had been quite absent during all her contacts with her erstwhile employers that day. She slumped down in the bucket seat, sighed and looked at that car, and at the two handsome young salesmen idling away their time close by it. And as she watched a movement at the establishment next door caught her eye. An attractive woman of about thirty-five years came to the front window of the small coffee shop and placed a sign there that read 'WAITRESS WANTED'.

Shirley gathered up her money and decided she'd apply right away. The two salesmen in the window smiled at her as she walked past the beautiful white Porsche, and she smiled back and gave an added wiggle to her walk. Now that she had some experience under her belt, she felt confident she could earn enough money to buy that Porsche by the end of summer.


The End
