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For the ninth time in ten days, Heather parked her silver Honda Accord in front of the convenience store, opened the door and swung her nylon-clad legs onto the pavement. Her thighs parted briefly sending cool morning air rushing past the tops of her stockings to swirl teasingly against the gusset of her black panties. Immediately, her pussy began to drool like some Pavlovian science project.

It's convenient and the coffee's decent, she rationalized but knew she was lying to herself. The shop was out of her way, discovered when the road she normally traveled to work was closed for construction one morning. And the coffee was perhaps the worst in the city.

As usual, the odd couple behind the counter was bickering. If nametags were to be believed, the tall, young black man was Torn, and the attractive, older blonde was Kat.

I'm the manager, Torn told Kat. You have to do what I tell you.

You're a fucking trainee, Kat snapped back. The only decision you get to make is whether the toilet paper unrolls over the top or underneath in the rest rooms.

Watch your language, Torn cautioned, nodding in the direction of Heather.

You don't have a fucking clue about women like her, Kat told Torn. That mouse over there has been coming in here for more than a week with a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree wide-on for you and you can't see it.

A flush rushed up Heather's neck and quickly enveloped her face. She couldn't believe she was being talked about like that yet she submitted to her shame rather than battle for her dignity. She dipped her head even lower and felt her pussy-faucet drip faster.

Her? asked Torn. She's not even my type.

Heather felt the tears welling up in her eyes as the embarrassment mounted. The blonde's words were true, she was constantly thinking about Torn. Thoughts of his cock haunted her day and night. Now she discovered she had no chance with him.

Oh yeah? prodded Kat. What's your type?

Blondes, said Torn, reaching out and patting Kat's firm ass.

Hands to yourself! scolded Kat grabbing his wrists initiating a brief tussle in which he quickly demonstrated physical superiority by forcing her hand against his crotch.

You're such a cocky prick, Kat told him with feigned disgust while allowing her palm to linger in contact with his bulge even after Torn relaxed his grip.

I thought you liked that about me, Torn countered.

I was fucking drunk! How many times do I have to tell you?

Until you convince yourself, I guess, Torn replied in a moment of sudden clarity and insight that startled both Kat and the eavesdropping Heather.

How do you know she's interested in me? Torn asked Kat giving Heather a renewed hope.

Haven't you noticed how she drags her finger against your palm when she takes her change each day? She craves the most intimate contact with you yet settles for the tiniest touch. Watch her, she'll do it today even though she just heard me tell you what to look for.

You serious? Torn asked.

Just watch, Kat reiterated.

Heather was so humiliated she was struck motionless. Kat knew the pretty redhead with the silver Honda was listening. Kat knew Heather was hot for the tall, handsome, young hunk behind the counter. Heather wanted to run from the store and never return but, like Kat, she knew that wouldn't happen.

Fuck you, you cunt-bitched skank twat, Heather thought haughtily as she approached the counter. I'm important compared to you. What do you do all day besides take quarters for newspapers and talk like a merchant seaman with a three-months-at-sea sized erection cruising Carnival?

Fuck you, you prissy-pussied bitch-cunt who thinks her twat don't smell like an open can of Fancy Feast once a month like the rest of us, Kat thought irritatedly as the younger redhead approached.

It was like she was floating above herself in some sort of out-of-body experience as Heather watched her pinkie finger trace along the palm of Torn's hand as she rendered payment. Despite the fact that Kat had told Torn what to look for as she checked out, Heather couldn't constrain her desire to touch the gorgeous young black male with an unexplainable ability to ignite her engine. Beet red, she hurried to the door.

Heather could think of little else at work save her trip to the convenience store that morning. One thing in particular ravaged her imagination. Yes, she remembered all the embarrassing things that bitch Kat had said about her desiring Torn, all true by the way, but that wasn't it.

What had her sexual nerves on edge and her clitoris throbbing like a hammered thumb was Kat's statement. I was fucking drunk! she had exclaimed. What did that mean Heather wondered. Try as she might, she could only come up with one logical conclusion.

Kat was a slut, of that Heather was sure. She'd obviously gotten drunk and had sex with the young black god and that pissed Heather off. It was pretty simple really. Kat had had something Heather wanted even if she had trouble admitting it to herself.

Kat was easily in her forties. Yet she'd had sex with a black man less than half her age. Oh god how Heather wanted to stand behind that counter with Torn, have him touch her ass, have him force her hand against his crotch.

Heather rushed home from work leaving on time for once. She knew she'd have little peace until she took care of the constant demands emanating from her panties. So great was her need she'd almost gone to the ladies room several times during the day to seek relief. Each time she was interrupted and her desire built and built until she could stand it no longer.

She cursed at her computer that seemed to take forever to boot up. Then her favorite site took forever and a day to launch. Her fingers were already busy inside her panties when they finally loaded, all those incredible pictures of beautiful black cocks.

There was a time when Heather couldn't care less about photos of men's dicks. She liked men; that wasn't the issue. Sometimes it seemed as if she liked them too much. Like her new archenemy Kat, she wasn't always in control of herself sexually, especially when a man really took control, demanded things of her.

That was before she'd discovered black men and their big black cocks. There was just something different about their bodies, their skin that excited her. And their cocks! Those were magnificent!!!!!!! She couldn't look at enough of them.

She began searching for the picture she'd go over the edge with, the photo she'd stare at and imagine the cock in it was hers to enjoy as she brought herself to climax. She'd passed by several candidates when she came to the one.

Most of the photos on the site were of black men and white women. The contrasts were electrifying. For some reason, the vast majority of shots were of the women fellating the men. Probably to get the woman's face next to that beautiful dick, Heather mused.

It definitely had an affect on her. Heather imagined herself in the women's places. She wanted her face next to one of those cocks. She wanted to suck a black cock much more than ever wanted to suck a white one. In fact, whenever she thought about black cock, almost all she thought about was sucking one off.

The picture she'd selected had two elements that fired her lust even farther than the others. One was the collar the woman was wearing as she knelt before the black man. It was thin and black, tight against her neck, and a pair of bright red lips was stitched to it. It was the kind of collar a submissive wears to signal a surrender of control and those lips on the collar and her mouth on the cock seemed to indicate how she surrendered.

Heather kept her submissive fantasies under tight security. They were so strong they sometimes frightened her almost as much as they turned her on. Online, however, she could play with them without worry and this collared woman had every sexual zone in her body throbbing. Her nipples were so hard they ached. Even her anus was pulsing like a winking eye.

There was more. Attached to the collar was a short leash that he held in his hand. Obviously this black man, whose face was hidden, immaterial to the action, whose entire contribution to the composition was a tight lower abdomen, a huge, full, black sack, and an enormous black phallus, was in complete control of this stunning white woman.

Heather's finger raced against her clit. Oh god, to be the woman in that picture!! To have a black man control her like that!!! Torn, would you do that for me? Make me suck your cock?

Her orgasm was almost upon her when Heather moved her concentration to the final incredibly exciting part of the photo, where the woman's mouth covered the end of the cock. Her lips were so red and full, so beautiful and contented. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was doing what she enjoyed best.

Out of the corner of her mouth, cum was drooling. The black man with the cock that was too big for any woman had too much semen for her to swallow.

Oh god Torn, just like that!! Use me! Use my mouth to satisfy your beautiful black cock. Shoot your spunk into it...make me swallow it...make me...

The sun was streaming through her bedroom window when Heather awoke. The clock on her night table said 9 a.m. and she briefly panicked thinking herself late for work. Then she remembered it was Saturday and stretched languidly. She hadn't felt this good in years.

How many times had she made herself cum last night thinking of black cocks, black cum, and black Torn? She had no idea; she just went on and on until she passed out. That was twelve glorious hours of sleep ago.

She rolled over and sat up. Something hard and cold lay on the bed under her bottom. She smiled and pulled her favorite vibrator from between her legs. It had a thin, angled shaft, the better to stroke her g-spot with. The bulbous head was large and egg shaped. It was covered in dried woman goop.

Heather started for the kitchen to make morning coffee when she had an idea. Might Torn be working today? Probably not, but it was worth the effort to drive over there for fix of lousy coffee and scrumptious young black stud.

Skirt or jeans, skirt or jeans? Heather asked herself over and over as she dressed. She stood in the bathroom in a pair of panties trying on different tops. The one good thing to having small boobs, perhaps the only good thing, was the lack of necessity brassieres were.

She liked wearing filmy tops that clung to her tit tips and could make some men drool. Would Torn be one of those men? Doubtful, given the way he reacted whenever that trollop Kat flounced her huge knockers in his face. Still, she thought when she settled on a turquoise silk that made her feel naughty as hell whenever she wore it, she could make the best of what she had.

In the end, she chose jeans, the ones that really flattered her butt. Torn had admired Kat's enough and she wore jeans. If that was what he liked, Heather would gladly stack hers up against Kat's any day. Besides, she needed to shave her legs.

She chose a pair of casual, but expensive, high heeled sandals. At 5'6 Heather didn't always get to wear heels on a date but even at almost 5'10 she knew Torn would tower over her. She shivered remembering his size and felt her nipples harden and push at the silk.

Even though it was Saturday and offered no excuse as to why she would be driving to the store, even though the debate she was having with herself had long been settled, Heather still asked herself the question as she drove. Why am I doing this?

A better question would have been why she couldn't prevent herself from going there. That was what was dangerous. If she couldn't even prevent herself from taking that trip on a day he probably wouldn't be working anyway, what chance would she have resisting whatever he demanded if, on the off chance he might consider doing her.

What if his cock were as big as some she'd seen pictures of? Something that large mightn't fit in the places he'd want to put it. She could be harmed. But even the thought of injury couldn't force her to turn around.

There was something else. Torn was only nineteen; she'd heard Kat mention it. It was one of the first mornings she'd gone into the store. A disheveled man was buying a quart of beer first thing in the morning.

I'll take you over here, Kat said when he'd gone to stand in Torn's line. He's only nineteen; he can't sell alcohol.

Heather was eight years out of college. She left those wild days firmly behind. Now she was clearly infatuated with this college aged kid. Why was this boy playing such dirty games in her mind? There was something so erotic to imagining submitting to someone a decade younger than she. It made her head spin.

Heather couldn't believe her luck. Torn was at work! Of course so was Kat but that was just a burden to be borne. The pair was already at their antics when she walked in. Did their ribaldry never stop?

The moment she stepped through the door, Heather noticed the collar around Kat's neck. It was tight and black just like the one from the picture she'd cum to last night.

Nice ass, Torn stated.

Heather blushed as she walked to the coffee pot. Had he noticed already? When she turned however, she saw Kat, on a short stool, loading packages of cigarettes into an overhead dispenser. It was her ass getting the compliment.

Give it a bone, Torn, she laughed. All, even the eavesdropper, knew she'd chosen the phrase deliberately, to get a rise out of the black youth.

You said it was too big for that, he faux pouted.

You're fucking incorrigible! Kat said, pushing his hands away from her butt where he'd pretended to stabilize her as she replenished the store's merchandise, and getting down from the stool.

I am not. I even have a present for you, he said sweetly, almost genuinely, holding out a small paper bag.

What now? Kat asked in exasperation as Heather approached the counter with her coffee. You're a dick! she spat, flinging the bag at his chest after looking inside.

The bag bounced off Torn's chest onto the counter. The box inside slid out and onto the floor at Heather's feet. She picked it up. It contained those extra, extra large condoms. She quickly dropped the box on the counter as if she'd been burned. She felt light headed at the thought that Torn was probably constructed in a way that would require such an item.

I like your top, Kat told Heather.

Thanks... Heather started to reply before realizing she'd been set up.

I wish I could wear something like that, Kat continued, pushing out her chest ever so slightly. These can be such a burden at times, she said, making them sway.

I'm sure they can, Heather muttered. God that woman's a cunt! she thought.

This one's always asking if they're real, Kat said, nudging Torn in the side. They don't look store bought, do they? Kat asked making Heather feel more uncomfortable than she imagined she ever could.

They...they look fine, Heather finally answered after both workers stared at her until she said something.

They should! Kat said indignantly, thrusting them forward now. They are real! Go ahead, she said to Heather, feel them.

Heather began to shake almost imperceptibly. Kat's tits were gorgeous, the kind Heather sometimes wished she had. Not forever, not to keep. Heather was generally happy with her body. But just for a day, or a weekend, just to walk around with and make men stare at. Just to play with herself.

As Heather's hand reached, involuntarily, for that tempting fruit in Kat's shirt, her mind went back more than a dozen years, back to that other woman, back to those other tits and what she'd done with them. Heather sighed and felt her flow begin anew as she stood in that store feeling up the hot blonde behind the counter.

Heather's eyes were closed and her breathing ragged as she felt the soft firmness of Kat's big tit. How had she become so brazen as to stand in a public place feeling up a complete stranger? Not just a stranger but a female stranger. She felt Kat push her chest forward, into the caress.

Her continuously weeping cunt exploded like a bursting dam. Hadn't it been just a few hours ago that she'd sated herself like never before? Normally she wouldn't need sex again for several days, but now, it was like last night never happened.

Heather felt her nostrils flare as she sought increased airflow to her lungs. She tilted her head back and a low, feral groan rumbled in her throat. And it wasn't even her tits that were being fondled. Just the proximity of that sensational young black stud and the soft, spongy titty in her hand were enough to make her libido exceed human speed limits.

A hand pushed against the back of Heather's head and she felt soft lips press against hers. Her eyes flew open and she saw Kat's soft blonde hair through blurry eyes. Kat parted her lips encouraging Heather to do the same, and was not disappointed as the women's tongues quickly intertwined. Heather's groan grew louder and her hand clawed at the big tit urgently.

That's enough girls, Torn said. Customer coming.

Kat pulled her tongue out of Heather's mouth and stepped back. Both women breathed raggedly. I need another cup, Heather said, smilingly weakly.

So, Kat said as Heather re-approached the counter when the less-than-welcome customer had departed, what did you think?

Think? Heather asked in confusion.

Yeah, the tits. Remember? Real or fake? Kat asked.

Ah...oh. Ah...I guess I wasn't really paying attention to that. It felt really nice. If it's an implant, I couldn't tell.

Let me have a feel, Torn laughed and cupped Kat's tit. You need a man's perspective.

That leave's you out kid, Kat said, pushing his hand away.

That's not what you said before, Torn reminded Kat for the umpteenth time.

So you remind me every fucking day, Kat told the black youth, then turned to Heather. Don't ever get drunk around a kid, she warned. You'll never hear the end of it.

The conversation stopped for a moment before Kat continued in a throaty voice. Still... she said looking at Heather, have you ever had a cock that was just too big?

Heather felt light headed. Too big? That was all she could think about recently. Of course it wasn't really possible, was it? Too big? Heather giggled involuntarily.

I'll take that as a no, Kat said.

I don't believe that's actually possible, is it? Heather answered in the form of a question.

Torn snorted.

I think that's his way of saying he disagrees, Kat told Heather. Is that right, Torn? Do you think she's wrong?

You already know she is, Torn answered.

But you don't know her, Kat continued. Maybe she, uh, has a greater...capacity.

She's wrong, Torn said with certainty.

Cute, though, isn't she?

Very. Torn answered.

And a great kisser, Kat assured him.

I'm sure she is.

You should find out for yourself, Kat urged, stirring the pot.

I'm not like you, Kat.

Suit yourself, but at least you should prove your point that she's wrong about your cock, Kat said, brushing her hand across the front of Torn's jeans. Go ahead, Kat dared, take it out and let her see.

Heather's head was spinning. She could feel the swamp her panties had become just from thinking about Torn's black cock. She felt lucky that she hadn't worn a skirt else her juices would be pouring down her thighs. Would this gorgeous black stud actually show her his dick? Would he really be as big as he implied?

I'm not taking it out, Torn stated flatly.

He's shy, Kat said, winking at Heather. He wants someone else to do it. Would you like to do the honors? Kat asked Heather.

Heather felt the flush that rapidly covered her face.

Looks like that leaves me I guess, Kat proclaimed, sliding her hand onto Torn's bulge.

Everyone heard the sound of the zipper as Kat lowered the black kid's fly. Heather felt her heart beating in her throat. Would the slutty blonde actually extract that magical black dick that Heather was so eager to see? Heather held her breath as Kat pushed her hand into Torn's pants.

Ouch! Torn yelped, trying to escape Kat's pinching fingers.

Can't have you getting all hard on us, honey, Kat said. The three of us together couldn't put it back in your pants if you got a boner.

Torn knew there was no need to worry about that. He'd learned a year ago to control his erections. It started in high school when the hot redhead, not unlike Heather, that sat next to him decided to tease him a bit then squealed when she saw the result in his pants.

The teacher came to investigate and Torn was sent to the principal to deal with his impudence for stuffing whatever it was that was down his pants. Mrs. Dennison, the principal, sent Torn along to the school nurse when he insisted that what was in his pants was all him.

It fell to nurse Shirley Valenti to have Torn lower his trousers so she could investigate what was hidden there. She had been as shocked as everyone else when the black boy walked into her office with that enormous erection poking at the front of his pants.

There was no doubt the boy had told the truth. It was an incredible cock. After sitting for twenty-five minutes in her private office with his pants around his ankles, Torn's hard on showed no signs of softening. Nurse Shirley took matters into her own hands, literally. She jerked Torn off.

Torn met regularly with the school nurse over the next few months until he learned to control what happened with his cock. During those sessions, Nurse Shirley gave him numerous handjobs and even a few blowjobs. It was how Torn got his love of older women.

Damn it Kat! Torn shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling it out of his fly. I'm not taking my cock out in the middle of the store. Kat's nipples had hardened noticeably and Torn grabbed the nearest one and squeezed hard. There, how do you like being pinched?

Kat had to close her eyes and bite her lip to ward off the pain in her breast that quickly morphed into pleasure as the young black kid twisted her flattened nipple before letting go. Heather swore she could see Kat's nipple throbbing in rhythm to her heartbeat even through her tight blouse.

Mmmm, you sure know how to warm a girl up, Kat purred sincerely.

Heather was beside herself. All those pictures of big black cocks with beautiful white women flooded her brain. She wondered what it would feel like to have Torn pinch her nipple. If there was anything those pictures had taught her, it was that she had an irresistible desire to submit to a big black dick. She was so wet it felt as if she'd pissed her panties. She wondered if her jeans were beginning to soak through. What if the pair of store employees saw a wet spot in her crotch?

Probably just as well, Kat said, turning back to Heather.

Why's that? Heather wondered aloud.

He doesn't fuck white women anyway, only lets them suck his cock.

You don't like fucking white women? Heather asked Torn, talking directly to him for the first time.

It's not that... he answered.

Then what?

They don't like fucking me.

I-I'm sure some people are still a little racist... Heather stammered.

It has nothing to do with racism, Kat answered, retaking control of the conversation again.

I'm confused, Heather said.

He's too big, Kat told her. It's too big. Women are frightened of it.

I don't believe...that sounds preposterous.

So you've never had one too big... Kat said.

Never! said Heather adamantly. And I doubt he's too big either.

Sounds like she's challenging you, hon, Kat told Torn.

She's full of shit, Torn replied.

So you don't want to fuck her?

I already told her she doesn't want to fuck me.

Heather couldn't believe this couple was talking about her as if she wasn't even there. She also couldn't believe she'd just engaged in a conversation about whether or not this black stud had a cock of such stupendous proportions as were being implied. Additionally, she couldn't believe how horny all of this was making her.

There's no harm in trying is there? Heather told Torn, again startling herself as to how eagerly she was trying to get this young black man to fuck her. Normally, it was the man who tried to talk her into intercourse, not the other way around.

There's no harm to you, Torn countered. You get to try what you want anyway, and if it doesn't work out, well, tough shit. Meanwhile you've gotten to satisfy your curiosity and I've gotten frustrated.

But it might fit, Heather suggested optimistically. Then you...

It won't fucking fit, Torn said with authority.

I'll take care of you if it doesn't, Heather stated, trying to salvage the situation. Her libido was starting to rage out of control. She wanted this young black buck badly.

You'll what? Torn asked in irritation. Jerk me off? He pumped his fist like he was beating his meat. Don't bother, I can do that myself.

What then? Heather asked hopefully. As long as he didn't want to fuck her tiny asshole, she would be amenable to most anything.

Look, Torn said, this isn't a negotiation. You want to know what my cock is like you I'll let you suck it off. Yes or no?

Heather's heart was in her throat. All those pictures of pretty white women sucking big black cocks, was it about to come true for her? But what about her needs? Was she really prepared to just blow this guy without any expectation of reciprocity whatsoever?

Heather felt a little uncertain on her feet. She put her hands on the counter for support. Thoughts of a big black cock of monstrous proportions flickered through her mind like an old newsreel. She knew one thing for certain though. She wanted to suck it desperately, to see it, to hold it in her hand and feel its heft.

More than that. She wanted to satisfy it. With her mouth. She wanted to feel the creamy cum splash onto her tongue and drain down her throat. She wanted to know she was woman enough to make this young black kid with the enormous cock climax. Her cunt was on fire thinking about sinking to her knees before him.

Well, hon, Kat asked, What's it going to be? You gonna suck his dick?

But what about me? Heather asked, still unable to let go of the notion that if she was sucking cock something should happen to her as well.

Nobody gives a shit about your twat, Kat responded, then added with sincerity, but trust me, you'll be more than satisfied just from blowing him.

Listen, Torn said, I don't give a fuck if you enjoy blowing me or not. This isn't about you; it's about pleasuring my cock. The fact is I'll use you, use your mouth for my enjoyment without a thought about yours. If you can't deal with that, Kat here can. Today's her day off and she came in just so she can suck me off at the end of the shift.

That's none of her fucking business, Kat said.

You've blown him more than once? Heather asked.

What difference does that make? Kat asked.

It's just that, I thought that...the way you keep saying you were drunk. I thought something happened just once.

Heather was stammering as she tried to process the information she'd just learned. She stared again at Kat's black collar and saw the bright red lips on it. It must mean something when a white woman wore such a choker.

The first time I was drunk but once he pulled it out and forced it in my mouth, I was hooked. Now I'm just another one of his mouth sluts. But you'll learn; you're about to become one too.

Oh god, Heather murmured as she slumped against the counter, pressing her crotch against the hard wood. Oh god, oh god, oh... She was actually having a small orgasm as thoughts of sucking Torn's dick were seared into her brain.

See what I mean by enjoying yourself? Kat asked, irritating Heather. It was like she asked just at the moment to spoil that lovely feeling.

I guess I'd like to try it, Heather said when her breathing had slowed.

That's it?!? Kat asked incredulously. Just that you'll try it like it's some new brand of coffee? No begging? No 'please'?

I-I... Heather muttered.

Please, Torn, Kat said, please, please, please, may I please have the honor of sucking your beautiful dick? Please do me the favor of using my mouth for your pleasure. I beg you to let me get on my knees and take your sweet phallus in my mouth for you. I want your cum so badly. I need to taste your cum in my mouth. Please do me the extreme kindness of using my mouth.

Kat had laid it on thick for Heather's benefit. Now it was Heather's turn. She turned to the tall young black stud for what was suddenly the most important sex of her life.

Please Torn, Heather began. I know you could have Kat serve you but I really want to do all those things she just said and, I think, even more than she does. Maybe she gives better head than I do because she's had you before but she won't try any harder than I will to please you. I've never had a big black cock like yours in my mouth before and I promise I'll give you the best blowjob of my life. I'll make my mouth like a soft wet cunt that you can fuck until you send delicious jets of cum into my tummy. Please Torn, I beg you to let me serve you.

Heather felt herself blushing furiously as she begged a black boy for his cock. She also felt her cunt overflow with scalding juices running from her interior.

She'd admitted it, even said it out loud. She told these two strangers that she was willing to be a mouth slut for the hot black stud behind the counter of a gas station quickie mart.

Heather had too much education to be hanging with Torn and Kat. She should have too much pride as well. But, apparently when it came to big black dick, she had no self-control. She was every bit as big a slut for it as Kat was. And here was Torn, a nineteen-year-old kid, just standing there while two older beauties begged to blow him.

Well, the offer was made. Now, for the first time in her life, Heather worried she might be turned down. What if Torn said no? What if he told her Kat would be the one swallowing his cum? The thought was too humiliating to bear. Yet even those thoughts of humiliation were turning her on.

It was Kat, not Torn, who spoke first. One thing you need to know, she told Heather while cupping Torn's crotch, is that to get access to this you have to go through me.

What does that mean? Heather asked.

Simple, Kat answered, unbuttoning the fly on her jeans and lowering the zipper, you want to suck him off you have to eat me first.

W-what? Heather stuttered as she watched Kat hook her thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and wriggled her hips as she pushed her pants and a pair of white bikini panties over her hips and down her legs. When the bottom half of Kat's work outfit hit the floor, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Don't give me that 'what?' shit, Kat said, get around here and get under this counter.

Both Heather's and Torn's eyes were glued to Kat's clean-shaven pussy. Heather didn't budge an inch while Torn gave Kat a firm-but-playful slap on her bare bottom and reached down to pick up Kat discarded clothes.

I said, Kat ordered harshly, grabbing Heather by the hair, get around here and eat my snatch.

Kat gripped Heather's hair tightly and pulled her to the end of the counter and then behind it. Kat grabbed the trashcan beneath her cash register and flung it aside, spilling its contents on the floor.

You're picking that the fuck up, Torn told Kat as Kat shoved Heather into the small space where the trashcan had been.

Still holding Heather by her hair, Kat pulled up the stool and sat on its edge. She spread her legs showing her bare, glistening muff to the frightened, excited beauty kneeling beneath the checkout counter. Kat let Heather's hair go and hooked an ankle behind Heather's neck, pulling her face closer.

It was the aroma as much as it was the image that took Heather back twelve years. The woman had moved in next door and, to Heather, she was sophisticated and beautiful. There was a constant stream of handsome men callers. She was everything Heather yearned to be.

Heather had already had a few brief, fumbling experiences with boys but Brandi knew much, much more. Brandi was happy to share her inter-gender information and Heather became her eager pupil.

Nothing was withheld. Brandi instructed Heather in everything from make up to lingerie to how to give a blowjob. In fact it was the cock of one of Brandi's men friends that Heather sucked for the first time.

He was so suave, so debonair. Heather felt so grown up kneeling at his feet with Brandi kneeling beside her. His hand was on her head, guiding her movements. The soft skin of his hard cock felt so nice sliding in and out across her tongue.

She was concentrating intently on keeping her teeth covered as Brandi had instructed and failed to pick up the obvious signals of his impending climax. He began to thrust his hips, driving his hard cock deeper into her mouth, picking up his pace. Faster and faster he humped her pretty young face until he roared like a lion and exploded.

There was no time for Heather to remove her mouth before that first spurt hit the back of her throat causing her to gag. His hand held her head tightly to his cock as he emptied his sack into her.

The cum felt almost as if it were scalding hot as it was blasted into her mouth. Some of it spilled past the suction her lips had formed around his cockshaft. Her face around her mouth became gooey with white semen. It formed long strings as it began to drip from her chin.

Heather knew she should swallow the older man's sperm but she had become immobile. She and Brandi had had several blowjob etiquette discussions and the subject was in each one.

She should absolutely let him cum in her mouth she was told. To do otherwise would offend him. Besides it had a rather nice, salty flavor that she would come to enjoy...and she had. Swallowing the cum and making sure her teeth did scrape his cock were the two most important oral techniques that Brandi stressed.

But as Heather felt the man's softening cock slip from her lips, she still hadn't swallowed his load. That's when Brandi did something completely unexpected. She reached over, pulled Heather's face to hers and began licking the cum off her chin.

Brandi's tongue traveled around Heather's mouth, eventually meeting her lips. Heather's stunned surprise left her immobile with a mouthful of cum and another woman's lips pressing hers.

Brandi opened her mouth inviting Heather to follow. Brandi and Heather's arms were locked around each other much as their mouths and tongues were tightly engaged. The cum was pushed from one mouth to the other until it was completely swallowed by the women.

Afterward, as Heather lay back, gasping for breath, Brandi's hand ran up her thigh and under her skirt. Nothing in the world had ever felt better to Heather than Brandi's fingers and tongue as she was eaten into paradise. Brandi knew where and how to touch each inner and outer labia, how to lick the perineum, and especially the perfect intertwining of fingers, lips, and tongue on clitoris. It was the perfect climax.

Afterward, Heather tried to return her older friend's favor but was only marginally successful. She fumbled her way around Brandi's pussy but was only able to induce an orgasm when Brandi's finger joined Heather's tongue on the little pink button.

For years, Heather fought heated battles with herself over how wonderful Brandi's mouth felt on her cunt. She was desperately afraid she was a lesbian. Now she was in this cubbyhole under the store's counter looking for the second time in her life at a cunt she was expected to eat...a cunt she wanted badly to eat.

Many times Heather had thought about the day she'd eaten Brandi's pussy. She remembered what Brandi had done to her and how she might be able to better eat out a cunt. Now she would have a chance to do those things she'd secretly thought about.

Kat's slit was a glistening delight even in the limited light below the counter. Heather reached out and ran a finger up and back down. Kat was as hot and wet as she was herself.

Mmmm, Kat murmured as Heather pressed her lips on either side of her slick furrow and slid her fingers up and down.

Slowly, Heather gripped a labia in each hand and ran her gooey finger up and down. She used her thumbs to fold Kat's pussy lips over forming a beautiful winged vagina whose pink opening was vividly displayed. Heather moved in and kissed the slippery pink opening softly. Her tongue slithered out and lapped Kat's cunt.

Heather's passion began to spill over as she licked and sucked on Kat's twat. The older blonde's moans only made Heather's desire stronger and more demanding. Kat's legs slipped over Heather's shoulders and she felt the incredible soft firmness of toned thigh against her neck, her ears, and her cheeks.

Kat squeezed Heather's head tightly and whispered, Customer! Heather stopped licking and looked up at the beauty who imprisoned her face. Before the cash drawer sprung open to make change, Heather saw Kat's nipples pushing her shirt out half an inch.

When the cash register was closed again, both women raced to complete Kat's climax. Heather pushed Kat's clitoral hood back and sucked and licked on the square inch in which it was centered. Kat clamped her thighs tight to Heather's head and humped her face. This time there was no need for the other woman to assist in her own orgasm. Kat howled and Heather did more than fine in licking her over the edge.

Once she was sated, Kat relaxed her legs and they slipped off Heather's shoulders. Heather wriggled out from under the counter and, sitting back, propped up by her arms, looked up at Kat while both women replenished their oxygen. Kat stood first followed quickly by Heather.

Get me those, Kat said, point to her jeans and panties.

Heather obeyed with alacrity. Kat swayed here hips as she tugged on her tight jeans. Then she looked at Heather's face and laughed.

You'll need to clean up and put on some fresh lipstick before he lets you suck his black dick, Kat told Heather as she led her into the back room and the employee's bathroom.

The bathroom was reasonably roomy with a sink, a mirror, a toilet, and a bench with clothes hooks above it. Heather got a look at herself in the mirror. Her face really was a mess, but not as bad as she'd seen it a few times when guys wanted to give her a facial. She moved quickly to repair the damage.

There was a soft rustle outside the room and Heather looked to see what it was. It was then she saw the circular hole in the wall and the enormous, flaccid, black cock hanging through it. Her breath caught in her throat. Never in her life had she seen something so compelling, so gorgeous.

Suck it, came a bass voiced command....

 

 

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