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Velma

By: Merob



Velma manages a major grocery chain’s store where I shop. She’s in her 50s, has a decent figure, and is fairly attractive. Her hair is dark blonde.

My name is Dick. I’m in my late 50s, and retired. My wife has her own business, and is there from 9 to 5 Monday through Saturday, and until one on Saturday. That’s why I do the grocery shopping.

I had been going to Velma’s store long enough that she, the department heads, and many of the clerks knew my name.

One day, when no one was in the manager’s booth, I dinged the bell on the counter. Velma had been working where I couldn’t see her. She surprised me when she popped up and said, “You rang my bell, sir?”

“I couldn’t reach your knockers,” I said as I reached for them.

“If we were in a more private place, I’d let you feel them,” she told me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re not deaf,” she replied. “They’re not very big, but I don’t know your size either. Are you big Dick or little Dick?”

“My wife says I’m just the right size to get all of it in her mouth.”

“I’d like to try,” she said.

“When?”

‘The shift changes at three o’clock. I park in the employee’s lot in back of the store, where there’s no traffic. We’ll wait until everyone else is gone, then go out to my car.”

It was a balmy day. We got in the back seat and opened the windows. “Take down your pants while I get rid of my shirt and bra,” she said.

I admired and lusted for her magnificent tits and nipples. She grabbed my uncircumcised prick, and moved the foreskin back and forth. “That feels wonderful,” I told her.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” she asked.

“Do you want to?”

“I’d prefer have all of it in my mouth.”

“Me, too.”

She knelt on the floor, put one hand around my balls and the base of my prick, and began sucking. She’s a natural-born cocksucker. She had me shooting cum into her mouth mere moments later. She swallowed my cum and sucked me dry. “Your cum’s so good,” she said, and I loved being able to get all of your prick in my mouth. Your cum tastes slightly different than my husband’s, but I can’t begin to get his whole cock in my mouth. She straddled my lap, and said, “Suck my tits.” I did. For a long time.

“I wish I could suck your cunt,” I told her.

“Me. too,” she said. “I have to wear these damn pants to work. My husband’s home or we could go to my place. He’s with a construction company, and often he’s gone weeks at a time He’s leaving tomorrow. So you can come over then to eat me and fuck me. “Reach inside my pants and feel how wet you’ve made my cunt.” Her cunt was dripping wet. And her pre-cum tasted great when I licked my finger.

She gave me her address, and I was at her apartment about ten the following morning. When she opened the door, I gawked like a deer caught in headlights. She was naked. Finally, I breathlessly said, “I often thought about what your tits would look like, and they’re even prettier than I imagined. But I never visualized you completely nude. You die the hair on your head, don’t you? Or do you die your cunt hair that dark brown I’m looking at?”

“Don’t be a smart-ass,” she said. “Get in here and get your clothes off.”

When I was naked, she smiled wantonly, and said, “You’re not hairy like my husband, and your balls aren’t too big to get in my mouth. I want to suck them before we sixty-nine.” She knelt, took one, then the other into her warm mouth, and lovingly sucked them. My wife had never made them feel any better.

She stood, put her arms around me, and kissed me with her mouth wide open and her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I sucked her probing tongue, and she sucked mine. She rubbed her fabulous tits and big nipples against my chest. My hard-on throbbed against her stomach. We had our hands on each other’s ass, pulling us close.

“I’m dying to eat you,” I told her. “Sit on my face, so I can suck you until your cum flows into my mouth. While I’m eating you, I hope you’ll jack me off or give another one of your fabulous blowjobs. I spread her cunt lips, and licked inside as far as my tongue would reach. I nibbled her hairy cunt lips. I sucked her engorged clit. She rewarded me with a torrent of warm cum. I swallowed, then continued sucking until her tasty cum again filled my mouth.

She had been licking my prick, and sucking it -- pausing only when she relaxed on top of me as she came. Now, she sucked the head of my prick until I shot a huge load of sticky cum into her warm mouth. She licked me clean before moving up beside me. We rested as I fondled her tits and she fondled my prick and balls.

“Let’s go in the bedroom and fuck,” she said. 

Watching her ass wobble as I followed, I said, “I want to kiss your ass before we fuck.” 

When we were on the bed, she slid a pillow under her ass, spread her legs, and held them in the air. Her slit was sopping wet. “Your cunt is beautiful,” I told her. She moaned with pleasure as I kissed her asshole and licked it.

She guided my prick into her cunt. We watched as it moved in and out, glistening with her pre-cum. When I felt her warm cum surround my prick, I spurted cum to mingle with hers. Her cunt muscles sucked at my prick. We continued fucking until we each came again.

We now get together to suck and fuck at least once a week. 

Velma



(Chapter 6 of The Whites, Copyright 2006 by IR Inc.)

*

While Marge quite often gave high teas at which everyone dressed up, mornings she would usually spend in the company of her cousin Millie or her friend Velma. The two seldom came together. Jo could tell why:

Marge's cousin and Velma were from two different worlds. One could see Millie doing church work, singing in the choir, or helping pass the collection plate. Velma belonged in a strip show.

And it didn't take much to get Velma to strip, or at least to take off her blouse and exhibit those store-bought breasts of hers.

"Size isn't all that matters," Marge said to Velma one morning after she had done just that. "Jo has extremely beautiful breasts and they're quite small."

Jo blushed. She was flattered but she hoped Millie would let the whole subject drop.

"She has. Let's see them then."

"We're not all exhibitionists."

"Maybe her titties are false, too."

They definitely are not, Jo wanted to scream, but held her tongue. Surely, the three of them could find something else to talk about.

"My son Nobel has lots of pictures of Jo on his wall. I don't see any there of you."

Grateful for Marge's support, Jo still hoped they would let the whole subject drop and above all that they wouldn't go into Nobel's room to look at the pictures. She was sure he had taken home one of her brassieres the day before. Hopefully, he would not have left it out where the others could see it. She would have to get it back from him. Maybe she'd have a chance later that morning.

She started to get up, but Marge held her back. Velma was talking once more, braying would be a better description. "If he likes hers," she said, "It's cause he ain't had a chance to be wit a big woman's."

Amazingly, for it was not like Marge at all, Marge had begun to unbutton her own blouse. In a moment, both her blouse and her brassiere were on the carpet. "I show you big," she said.

Marge's breasts weren't merely big, Jo thought, they were astronomical, double D's with huge dark aureoles and enormous brown nipples. If she were to ever have sex with a woman, Marge would be the one.

"What about her," Velma asked, "Miss Fancy Pants. Is she going to keep her clothes on or is she go'in to show us these wonderful titties you been raving about."

"She can keep her clothes on if she wants," Marge said loyally, but it was too late. Jo had known a girl just like Velma in the eighth grade. The other girl had made fun of Jo; Jo had unbuttoned her blouse; the other girl had not. She and two other girls then sat on the little bitch, pulling up her sweater, revealing the four pairs of socks that lay beneath.

"They something all right." Velma said once Jo's bra and blouse lay on the carpet next to Marge's. She came and stood next to Jo. Don't you touch me, Jo thought, don't you dare. But Velma had already taken Jo's hand and led her to stand in front of the now sitting Marge. "Which pair you want to suck," she said to Marge, and stuck out her chest placing her body side by side with Jo's. Too easy, Jo thought, your nipples are a good six inches closer to Marge's mouth than mine.

But Marge had reached out both her large brown hands, and had taken a breast from each of them. This is crazy, Jo thought, as an electric thrill went through her. Marge released Jo's breast barely brushing the nipple as she did so; then she took Jo's hand and placed it on her own large bosom.

Bent over awkwardly above where Marge sat on the couch, Jo had no choice but to kneel in front of her. Marge grasped Jo's breast a second time, her other hand on Jo's neck guiding her forward. 

In a moment, Marge's large brown nipple was in Jo's mouth and she was sucking for all she was worth. At the same time, Velma's arms snaked around her body,

Velma's hands caressed her breasts. Velma's stiff nipples pressed against her back.

While Marge's right hand held Jo's head firmly against her breast, her other had snaked between Jo's legs, pulled aside her panties and begun to stroke within. 

Jo heard a buzz, then experienced a throbbing vibration in her anus, as Velma thrust the vibrator inside her. She struggled but was unable to move, her mouth filled with Marge's nipple and breast, Marge's fingers moving gently inside her. Jo came once, twice trying but unable to free herself from the vibrator.

The next moment, both women were nursing at her bosoms and she had yet another orgasm.

Afterward, she ate Marge's pussy while Velma ate hers. And then, without being asked, she made love to Velma starting with her firm hard breasts, trailing a string of kisses down Velma's belly, ending with her tongue in Velma's crotch, her ass cheeks up in the air while Marge gently probed her with the vibrator. 



Velma



She hit the play button on her stereo and Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons' came pouring out.

Velma sat, rooted to the spot. She listened as someone painted an auditory portrait of the sunrise. She could hear the black begin to give away, could hear the colors begin to insinuate themselves into the tapestry of the sky, then heard the crashing, triumphant splendor of the sun making its presence felt and seen across the entire dome of the sky.

"Two Egg mcmuffins, and two large coffees, Paris shouted into the speaker at the McDonalds. "Um, three sugars and two creams into those, okay? Oh, and two large orange juices, please."

Velma broke out of her trance when Paris thrust one of the breakfast sandwiches into her hand.

"Um, thanks," Velma mumbled.

"Yeah, I didn't give you any time to get breakfast," Paris said.

Velma ate the sandwich ravenously, and then drank down the juice rapidly. The coffee would have disappeared just as quickly if it had not been so hot.

Her gastronomic pleasure was interrupted by a piece of Chopin. She listened, spellbound, as the piano described a leaf, clinging, clinging, then breaking fee of its mooring to the tree, and fluttering along in the Autumn breeze, captive to the whim of the wind, but also free.

"I can change it if you'd like," Paris said, mistaking Velma's silence for disapproval.

"No!" Velma cried out.

The six discs C.D. changer was set to 'Random' play and Velma listened, in rapture to each piece for the forty miles from Mumphrey to Hammond.

Paris pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and let the Nigel Kennedy piece play out before turning off the car. Velma didn't feel anything as Paris pulled her along the corridor of the hospital toward the ICU wing, her head; her senses were wrapped up in the beauty of music.

****

Mr. Boudreaux was almost unrecognizable. Nearly his entire head was swathed in bandages. Velma stared, horrified at the image of the man she could honestly say she loved and trusted, lying, helpless, unresponsive.

"Talk to him," the nurse on duty encouraged. "They say that they can hear you."

"Um, Mist... Mister Boudreaux?" Velma asked, her voice quavering. "Um, hi, it's Velma."

She broke into sobs and Paris pulled her into a hug, patting her back and crooning in a comforting tone. Finally, Velma pulled away from her and turned to face Mr. Boudreaux again.

"I'm sorry Mr. Boudreaux," she sobbed, holding onto the rail of his bed. I know you didn't want a bunch of crying and stuff." 

"Hi Mr. Boudreaux, it's Paris," Paris said when Velma stepped back from the bed. "But don't worry, I didn't bring Stacie or Kimberly with me."

She turned and smiled at Velma.

"I brought Velma with me instead," she went on.  

Velma listened as Paris prattled on, not really saying anything, but just telling Mr. Boudreaux about school, how everybody was so upset to hear about his accident.

"Let me," Velma begged and Paris smiled and nodded her head yes.

"Mr. Boudreaux, I hope you can hear me," Velma said. "I want you to know I love you, I love you a lot, and I hope you get better real soon, 'cause you're the only friend I got there."

Finally, Mrs. Davis entered the ward. Her surprise at seeing Velma was evident, as was her displeasure at seeing Velma.

Velma and Paris saw that visiting hours in the ICU ward were nearly over anyway, so they left the room and Mrs. Davis curtly thanked them for allowing her to visit with Mr. Boudreaux.

"You do have other friends there, you know," Paris said quietly as they left the hospital.

"Who?" Velma challenged. "Who I got? Huh?"

"I ever do anything mean to you?" Paris asked and looked at the sullen girl over the roof of her car.

"Well, no, but..." Velma conceded.

"And I have tried to talk to you, but you're always so fucking angry, you shove people away whenever anyone says 'hi' to you," Paris went on, anger creeping into her voice.

"Yeah, but what'm I supposed to do, huh?" Velma yelled. "You're always hanging around those two bitches!"

"You ever think maybe I need friends too?" Paris said and hit the button to unlock the car. "They're the only ones ever talk to me! Everyone else is all like 'Oh, you're Daddy's so rich, can you get me this? Or that?' At least Stacie and Kimberly don't just try to use me!"

The two eighteen year olds got into the car and Paris started it and slammed it into gear. She floored the accelerator.

"Buckle up," she snapped at Velma and then angrily turned the stereo off as another Vivaldi piece began.

"God damn it!" she screamed in frustration as she approached the exit of the parking lot.

"What?" Velma barely dared to ask.

"I got to pee!" Paris exclaimed.

She whipped the car around and drove back toward the hospital's entrance.

"You going to wait in the car, or do you have to pee too?" Paris snapped as she abruptly stopped the car and put it into 'Park.'

"Um, yeah, yeah, I got to pee too," Velma muttered.

"Well, come on," Paris barked and got out of the car. 

Unwittingly, instinctively, she hit the 'lock' button and Velma struggled with the door.

"Oh, come on!" Paris yelled, not at Velma, but at herself, and hit the 'unlock' button on the key.

"Sorry!" Velma yelled back. "The fucking door was locked! What the fuck you want me to do?"

"Never fucking mind, come on," Paris demanded and marched back into the hospital.

They found the ladies room and both slammed their stall's doors. Velma tried to hurry, not wanting Paris to leave her stranded in Hammond. True, Mrs. Davis was probably still around, but she REALLY didn't want to have to ride with that woman for forty miles.

"I'm so sorry," Paris said softly and hugged Velma after Velma finished washing her hands. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at me."

"It's okay," Velma said and stiffly, woodenly returned Paris' hug.

"Friends?" Paris asked.

"Uh huh," Velma said, trying to extricate herself from the hug without simply shoving Paris away.

"Good," Paris said and kissed a stunned Velma on her lips.

She then giggled and used her thumb to wipe her pink lipstick off of a till stunned Velma's lips.

"Pink isn't your color," she giggled again and wiped her thumb on her black tee shirt.

Chapter 5

"So what color lipstick do you normally use?" Paris asked, the music turned down to be heard in the background.

"I don't," Velma replied.

Lipstick, cosmetics of any sort was an expense that Velma didn't have the luxury of. Esther used quite a bit of makeup, more and more of it to cover the effects of aging and excessive drinking. Velma didn't use her mother's make up; they weren't the same skin tone. Besides that, Velma had seen the type of men Esther's make up attracted and certainly wasn't interested in attracting that kind of man.

"Really?" Paris asked. "But your lips are always so pretty! I just kind of thought, well, whatever."

Velma looked at Paris to see if Paris was making fun of her. If she was, she was doing a great job of covering it up.

"You have to go straight home or what?" Paris asked.

Home. Momma and Randall were probably still asleep. If they weren't asleep, they'd both be hung over, or working on their next drunk.

"No, no, I don't got to go home," Velma said. "Why?"

"You want to come over and go swimming?" Paris asked excitedly.

"I um, I don't got a suit.

"Oh, that's okay, we're probably the same size," Paris bubbled. "You can borrow one of mine. I mean, your boobs are a little smaller, but not THAT much. We'll find..."

"Paris, I don't know how to swim," Velma admitted, a little frightened.

"Oh," Paris said, stunned. "Really?" 

"Uh huh," Velma said.

Where would she have learned how to swim? If they had any extra money, it went to alcohol, not luxuries like swim suits or swimming lessons.

"Well, then we'll just stay in the shallow end, how about that?" Paris suggested.

"What do you mean?" Velma asked.

"Okay, our pool has two sides, a deep side and a shallow side," Paris explained. "You just stay on the shallow side, think that'll work?"

"I don't know," Velma said.

"And we got a life jacket, we'll put that on you, okay?" Paris went on, her enthusiasm bubbling up.

****

Velma looked around the room in awe. Paris' bedroom was easily four times the size of her own. In the middle, against the far wall, was a large canopy bed. On the fluffy comforter were several stuffed animals and dolls. One doll, Velma recognized, Patty Playtime.

She had sat on Santa's lap and told the fat man that reeked of cigarettes and cheap beer what she wanted, what she really wanted most of all in the whole world, a Patty Playtime. Yes, she had been a good girl, she'd been a very good girl, and even her teachers said she was a good girl.

There was no doll under the tree. There had been a few coloring books, and a brand new box of crayons, the big sixty-four set, but no doll. Her mother sent her to her room for not being grateful for what Santa Claus brought for her.

She quit believing in Santa Claus right then and there.

"I know, I know," Paris giggled, embarrassed. "I know I should just throw all that stuff out, I keep telling myself 'Paris, your almost a grown woman, time to get rid of all this stuff,' but every time I try, I just can't bring myself to do it."

"That's cool," Velma said and looked around the rest of the room.

There was a desk and hutch, which matched the bed and chest of drawers perfectly. A flat screen monitor sat on it, along with keyboard and mouse. Velma assumed the computer must be hidden away in one of the many drawers or cubbyholes.

There was a plasma television mounted to the wall across from the television and Velma looked at it in wonder.

"Yeah, Daddy put that in here when I was out sick last year," Paris said and opened a drawer of her bureau. "God a dvd player built in and all."

"A what?" Velma asked.

"A dvd player, you know, movies and stuff," Paris said and took out a black bikini. "Here, I bet this'll fit." Velma took the thin scraps of material and tried to make sense out of the skimpy bits.

"Go ahead, try it on," Paris said and pulled her own tee shirt off. 

She unhooked her black satin bra, exposing her Thirty-four D breasts without any qualms, and began to shimmy out of her shorts and panties. Velma looked at the hairless slit for a second, then watched as Paris easily slipped into a pink swimsuit.

"Daddy hates this one, says it's obscene," Paris giggled. "But he's at works...

Velma undressed then put on the black bikini. The top was very loose, across her thirty-two C Breasts, allowing a glimpse of her large dark aureole. The bottom was a little snugger, but several tendrils of her curly brown pubic hair were visible on all sides.

"We're going to have to get you your own," Paris mused. "Thank God it's just us, huh?" 

"I'd have to trim down there too," Velma said and pointed to the pubic hair sprouting out on all sides.

"Yeah, but there's nothing to that," Paris said and went into her bathroom and grabbed two large fluffy towels. "Come on."

----

Consuela smiled as Miss Paris and an unknown girl left Miss Paris' bedroom, dressed in very skimpy bathing suits. Miss Paris knew her father would not approve of his little girl in such daring attire, the top squashed her breasts, forcing them out on the sides, and barely covered her nipples. The bottom had a thin strap that separated Miss Paris' buttocks, and a thin strap in front that barely covered the pubic mound. What Mr. Mouton didn't know, Mr. Mouton wouldn't hear about from Consuela.

"Consuela, this is my friend Velma," Paris cheerfully introduced the maid. "Velma, this is Consuela. She's the best cook ever, except when it comes to eggs."

"Oh, Miss Paris, you stop that!" Consuela laughed. "I burn eggs one time! One time I burn them and she act like I do it every day!"

"It's nice to meet you," Velma muttered, trying to hide her body from the maid's gaze.

"It nice to see you too," Consuela said. "You stay for lunch?"

Velma looked at Paris.

"One, one thirty, okay, Consuela?" Paris ordered.

"Okay, I bring outside on deck, okay?" Consuela said.

****

Velma felt a little funny as Paris slipped the large life vest over her head, then cinched it on her, and made sure it was fitted properly.

"It's kind of tight," she offered.

"Supposed to be," Paris said and readjusted the bottom strap. "You don't want it slipping off."

Was it her imagination, or were Paris' hands purposefully rubbing against the sides of her boobs?

"Which side is the shallow one?" Velma asked as Paris led them to the large in ground pool.

"This side," Paris assured her.

Velma luxuriated in the sensation; her entire body was enveloped in the cool water. Every now and then, she would try to fill her bathtub with enough water to get this sensation, but either her head was sticking out, or her feet, or her knees. The buoyant life vest prevented her from dunking her head for very long, but she did it as much as possible and laughed out loud when she broke the water's surface.

"Oh, God, this is great!" she whooped. "I'd love to take a bath in this!"

"You'd love my tub," Paris assured her.

Consuela brought out two plates, nothing fancy, just two turkey and Swiss cheese sandwiches and carrot and celery sticks. A tall glass of iced tea sat next to each plate.

Again, Velma felt a little funny as Paris helped her take the bulky life vest off.

"Didn't I tell you?" Paris happily said.  "She's the best cook ever!"

"Yeah," Velma agreed and munched on the sandwich.

Afterward, they stretched the towels out and lay in the afternoon sun. Paris liberally coated her pale skin with a light tanning oil, then turned to Velma.

"Here, you don't want to burn," Paris said and Velma likewise liberally coated herself.

At three o'clock, Consuela roused the drowsing girls for more iced tea and fresh fruit.

"That enough sun," she told Paris. "You going to burn."

"Yes ma'am," Paris agreed.

Chapter 6

"You don't have to go home, huh?" Paris asked hopefully.

They were in her bedroom, dressing back into their clothes.

"Um, no, not really," Velma said.

"Thank you can stay the night?" Paris begged and clutched Velma's hand.

"Um, yeah, yeah, I guess so," Velma agreed.

"Oh good!" Paris said and again kissed Velma on her lips.

Again, she used her thumb to wipe her pink lipstick off of Velma's lips.

"Um, I got to pee," Velma said.

"Bathroom's right there," Paris said and pointed.

The bathroom was twice the size of her own bathroom. Actually, it was larger than her bedroom and bathroom combined. There was a large walk in shower, with two showerheads, one on the north wall, and the other on the south wall. Next to that was a large manufactured marble tub, large enough for four people to sit in without touching one another. There were two sinks at the vanity and a recessed area in the middle, with a vanity chair facing the large lighted mirror.

But there was no commode. Velma looked around for another minute, and then went back out into the bedroom.

"Um, hey, Paris, where's the toilet?" Velma asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Paris giggled. Come on, I'll show you!"

"I forgot, you've never been here before," Paris explained as she walked around to the rear of the shower and pointed to the concealed commode.

Velma plopped down and down and sighed contentedly as she relieved herself.

Paris smiled at her when she exited the bathroom.

"Did you wash your hands?" she teased.

"No!" Velma said and grabbed Paris and wiped her hands on Paris' tee shirt.

"Ew, gross!" Paris laughed.

Her cell phone rang and she dug it out of her purse.

"What?" she snapped into the phone, all humor gone. "No, Grant, I don't have a nicer way of saying 'hello.' You know how much Mr. Boudreaux means to me, the least you could have done was be a little more supportive."

She listened for a minute then screwed her normally quite pretty face into an ugly mask of contempt.

"Oh, bull fucking shit, Grant." She snapped. "You were just worried about getting your nuts taken care of, that's all."

She laughed out loud, a mirthless laugh.

"Really? She will, huh? Well, go right ahead, Mr. Coutre, go ahead and fuck little Miss Kimberly Webber." She lowered her voice somewhat.

"See if she'll let you do her up the butt," she hissed. "I bet she don't."

She slapped the cell phone closed, then screamed in frustration and threw the phone against the wall with considerable force. It struck the wall, bounced to the floor, then lay on the plush carpet, undamaged. There was a faint crack on the plasterboard of the wall.

Velma stood, rooted to the spot and Paris wrapped her arms around the uncertain girl and sobbed. Velma clumsily patted her on the back, not really sure what to do.

****

Consuela smiled as she served Jim Mouton his dinner, and nodded to Paris and Velma. 

Velma felt a little uncomfortable around Mr. Mouton; he reeked of power and money. He was a curt, abrupt man and did not let emotions come out very easily.

"Heard from Mom yesterday," Paris said.

"Really?" Jim Mouton said. "And what did Miss Peace Corps have to say?"

The people are still living in mud huts, running water is non-existent, no medical supplies, no doctor for hundreds of miles," Paris rattled off.

"In other words, she's happy," he said and continued to read through his stack of mail while eating.

"Thank you, Consuela," Velma mumbled.

"You welcome, Miss Vee," Consuela smiled and lightly rested her hand on Velma's shoulder.

"Um, where is your mother?" Velma dared to ask.

"Right now?" Paris asked. "In Columbia, helping out the victims of some mud slide, or avalanche or something." 

Paris shrugged and took a forkful of her rice. "No, no, wait, it was a hurricane."

"Tropical storm," Jim Mouton corrected. 

"That's it!" Paris said.

"My wife," Jim Mouton said and tapped the envelopes into a neat stack again. "Feels guilty because I make a great deal of money. Never mind the fact that I work for it, she just feels guilty about it. To offset her feelings of guilt, she runs off to these little third-world nations to do what she can to help out those less fortunate than us."

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Mouton?" Consuela asked as she picked up his plate.

"No, that will be all, thank you," he said without looking at her.

"Um, could I um, could I have some more tea?" Velma dared to ask.

"Of course, Miss Vee, I get it right away!" Consuela answered happily.

"I have told her, if she would just open her eyes, she could find people less fortunate, right here in the good old United States of America," he said and stood up. "Hell, she could probably find some right here in Mumphrey! But that's not good enough; I have to spend thousands of dollars on plane tickets to these shit holes for her to feel fulfilled."

"It doesn't take much to make Dad go off the deep end," Paris said to Velma, not bothering to lower her voice.

"Uh huh," he said. "Like an eight hundred dollar shopping spree at Dillards." 

Jim Mouton smiled and patted his daughter's cheek.

"Three months!" Paris exclaimed. "That was three months ago!" 

"And you still haven't paid a penny on that," he smiled.

"Here you go, Miss Vee," Consuela smiled and set the glass down.

"I'll be in the study," he said.

"He's going to drink," Paris translated.

"Paris, my dear," he sighed playfully. "Not all of my secrets have to be exposed to everyone, do they?"

"No, I still haven't told her about all the dead bodies buried in the back yard," Paris said, then covered her mouth. "Oops!"

"Smart ass," he smiled and kissed her on the top of her head.

"It's very nice to meet you, um, Vicky, right?" he said.

"Velma," she corrected.

"That's right, I'm sorry," he smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "It's real nice to meet you."




Velma



"Nice meeting you too," Velma mumbled.

"Hey, Da da da," Paris said.

"Oh no," he smiled as he stood in the doorway. "Baby talk. She's about to ask for money."

"But it's not for me," Paris lisped and pouted.

"Who's it for?" he smiled.

"It's for Velma, she needs a new bathing suit and I figured, as long as we're there..." Paris said.

"Go ahead," he said and disappeared.

"But I don't want another eight hundred dollar spree, you hear?" his voice floated back.

"I knew he'd say 'yes,'" she giggled and clutched Velma's hand. "We'll go to the mall tomorrow, okay?"

"But Paris, I don't need a bathing suit," Velma protested.

"But you are coming back, right?" Paris asked and a tear began to form in her eye.

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Velma agreed.

"I mean, I just kind of figured you'd like to have your own suit," Paris mumbled and stuffed a forkful of the food in her mouth.

"But what's wrong with the one I had on today?" Velma asked her.

"It didn't fit," Paris said and dabbed at the freely falling tears.

"No, no, it didn't, did it?" Velma agreed.

"So, can we go and get you one?" Paris asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess so," Velma agreed.

"Good," Paris said and finished eating her dinner.

"You all finished?" Consuela asked and cleared the plates away.

Chapter 7

Darkness fell outside and Velma yawned. Paris' room faced the east, so the setting sun wasn't visible in the large bay window. She could see the violet advancing rapidly, chasing and overtaking the deepening blue of day.

"Come on," Paris said.

"Where?" Velma asked.

"Bath time," Paris said and opened the door to the large bathroom.

She began to fill the large tub and rummaged around in the cabinet of the vanity. She poured a handful of a liquid into her hand, and then held the hand under the gushing faucet. The tub began to rapidly fill with bubbles.

"Oh, cool!" Velma laughed.

"I LOVE bubble Baths," Paris happily told her and stripped off her clothes in front of Velma.

With absolutely no sense of shame or decency, Paris ran a finger along her pubic mound and decided that it needed to be shaved. She squatted down again at the cabinet and pulled out her razor and shaving gel.

She also pulled out a gaily-wrapped package and handed it to Velma.

"What's this?" Velma asked as she kicked her own discarded clothing over to lie next to Paris' discarded clothing.

"Scrubbing bag," Paris explained. "Mine's oatmeal in lemon grass, but I figured you'd be a 'Peppermint' kind of girl!"

She sat on the wide lip of the tub and squirted some shaving gel into her hand and applied it to her mound. Velma stood and watched as Paris took a long, leisurely stroke with the razor.

"Go ahead, get in," Paris ordered and Velma climbed over the high edge of the tub.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed as she sat down in the silky sensation of the water. It was already at breast height when she sat down, but the bubbles were almost to the tip of her nose.

Paris laughed when Velma blew a chunk of the bubbles at her, and rapidly finished shaving her pussy. She turned off the water and slipped into the tub. 

She disappeared under the Bubbles and Velma screamed as she felt something pinch her big toe.

"Didn't I tell you?" Paris breathed in Velma's ear. "I told you you'd love my tub. You should see the one in my Mom and Dad's room; it's twice as big as this!"

Uh huh," Velma sighed, luxuriating in the steamy comfort.

"Where's your scrubbing bag?" Paris asked.

"Right here, Velma said, reaching behind her and retrieving it from the lip of the tub, still wrapped in its plastic bag and ribbon.

"Go ahead, open it," Paris urged.

Velma pulled the ribbon off and pulled the small bag out.

"See, it's got oatmeal and peppermint and minerals, it's much better for your skin than soap, you know how soap just kind of dries out your skin?" Paris bubbled and showed Velma her own bag.

"You just dunk it, get it wet, and use it like soap," she went on and began to scrub her arms and neck. "It's even real good to use on your face, especially if you use a lot of make up."

Velma did and smiled as she felt her skin tingle as the peppermint oil got into her skin.

"I like this," she said.

"Take it," Paris offered. "I got a whole bunch of them."

"Thanks," Velma said and tensed up as the peppermint tingled on her nipples.

"Get my back?" Paris asked and turned around.

Okay," Velma said and took Paris' scrubbing bag from the girl's hand.

Paris got to her knees so that more of her back was exposed. Velma continued to scrub downward, then playfully scrubbed one of Paris' buttocks. She froze; she'd expected Paris to squeal, or push her hand away. Instead, Paris just held the position. She stopped and tried to hand the bag back to Paris.

"You going to get the other one?" Paris asked.

"Um, yeah, okay," Velma, mumbled, blushing brightly, and scrubbed the other buttock.

"Want me to get yours?" Paris asked and held out her hand for Velma's bag.

Velma sighed; despite her awkwardness and initial discomfort, Paris' ministrations to her back felt wonderful. She began to sit back down when Paris ' hand reached her buttock, but Paris pushed her back up into a kneeling position with her other hand and vigorously scrubbed at Velma's buttocks.

"Oh! Hey!" Velma protested as Paris brought the bag to rest firmly against Velma's puckered anus.

Paris giggled and gave the bag back to Velma.

"A clean butt is a happy butt," Paris giggled and slipped back under the bubbles.

Velma kicked out as she felt Paris pinch her big toe and Paris broke the surface at the far end of the tub and laughed.

"Ready for something that'll really feel good?" Paris asked in a excited voice.

"Um," Velma hesitated.

Paris pushed a button that was recessed in the corner of the lip and Velma felt dozens of little jets begin to bubble underneath the water.

Paris laughed at Velma's stunned expression and again slipped under the water.

"Ow!" Velma exclaimed as she felt Paris playfully pinch her big tow again, then Paris broke the surface; but the bubbles were really building up in intensity, so Paris had to blow the bubbles aside.

"Isn't that great?" Paris asked.

"Uh huh," Velma agreed, feeling her body being buffeted by all the little jets.

"And watch," Paris said and gripped Velma's hips and twisted her to face the side of the tub. laying on her left side.

"Oh, my God!" Velma grunted as one jet hit her directly on her clitoris and another sprayed water forcefully along her breast.

"I like to put my butt up against it," Paris confided.

Velma tensed up in orgasm, shutting out anything else Paris might be saying. She clenched her jaw tightly and waited for another orgasm to overtake her senses.

"I'm real anal like that," Paris whispered in Velma's ear. "A clean butt is a happy butt!"

Velma weakly rolled back and slid under the water for a moment. She pulled herself up and looked over at Paris. Paris had her back flattened against the opposite wall of the tub and had her eyes shut in bliss.

"See, there's one hitting me right around my, my ass hole," she moaned, holding herself up by gripping the stainless steel rail that was bolted to the wall.

Her other arm was obscured by the mountains of bubbles, but it was obvious that she was masturbating.

"You really like it, the butt, I mean?" Velma asked.

"Told you, I'm anal," Paris gasped, and then shuddered.

Velma rolled back and groaned in orgasm as the jet battered her clitoris relentlessly.

"No, try this," Paris insisted and rolled Velma over onto her right hip and pushed her buttocks against the wall of the tub.

"Uh!" Velma grunted.

"It getting you?" Paris giggled.

"I think so," Velma said.

"Let me see," Paris said and Velma felt the other girl's hands at her crotch, then wiggling around behind her, tickling around her tightly clenched anus.

Scoot up," Paris ordered and easily pushed Velma up slightly.

"Oh, uh, oh damn!" Velma grunted as the jet hit her clenched anus, sending little ripples from her spine to the top of her head.

Paris smiled at her.

"Isn't that great!" she asked and let go of Velma's leg and waist and sloshed back to the opposite wall and again flattened herself against it.

"What else do you, um, what else do you do, with your butt?" Velma asked.

"Promise not to tell anyone?" Paris asked. And sloshed back over to Velma.

"Uh huh," Velma responded.

"I like to um, I like to stick my fingers in there, when I you know, pleasure myself," Paris whispered. "And I like it when..."

Her face clouded over.

"I USED to like it when Grant would do me up the butt," she said bitterly. "I liked it when he'd ream me, you know, stick his tongue up there, get it all wet, then he'd stick a couple of fingers in and get it all nice and ready."

Paris slipped back under the water and reappeared at the far wall. She hit the button and the jets ceased.

"Aw!" Velma complained.

"We're getting bubbles all over the floor," Paris apologetically explained. "Consuela doesn't like cleaning up all that water."

"We don't have to get out yet, do we?" Velma begged.

"No, no, just had to turn the jets off," Paris smiled and again disappeared under the bubbles.

"Ow!" Velma giggled as Paris playfully pinched her on her right breasts, then resurfaced amount the mountain of bubbles.

"You really, you really stick your fingers, you know, up there?" Velma whispered.

"Uh huh," Paris blushed.

"Why? What's that like?" Velma asked, still whispering.

"I, um, I'll show you, if you'd like," Paris offered.

Uh uh!" Velma said quickly and Paris looked slightly sick at Velma's quick refusal.

"I don't know, that just seems kind of, you know, weird," Velma said.

"Well, yeah, I guess," Paris said and looked away, embarrassed.

"You really do that?" Velma asked. "A lot?"

"No, not a lot," Paris denied. "Maybe once or twice a week."

"I, really?" Velma said.

"You like it when the jet was hitting you there?" Paris asked.

"Well, yeah, but..." Velma admitted.

****

"Velma, you don't have to do that," Paris said as Velma knelt on the bathroom floor and sopped up the puddles of cold water.

"We can't just leave it here," Velma argued.

"But, but, that's what Consuela's here for," Paris said.

"Uh uh," Velma said. "She didn't make this mess; we did."

"Okay, fine, whatever," Paris said and picked up another towel and knelt next to Velma and mopped up the water.

Finally, Velma stood and dropped the sodden towel into the hamper.

Velma shrieked as Paris playfully popped her buttock with the end of her wet towel.

"No, no!" Paris screamed out and laughed as Velma advanced on her.

Velma grabbed Paris and easily pinned Paris' arms down at her sides. The two girls were the same height, five feet, four inches. Paris giggled, then Velma screamed, then laughed as Paris playfully pinched her Buttock.

"Not ticklish, are you?" Velma asked menacingly.

"If you tickle me, I swear I'll pee on you!" Paris threatened, already giggling in anticipation.

Velma quickly let go of Paris and backed away sixthly, no longer smiling. She hadn't realized it at first; the adrenaline of competition blocking out all other sensations, but her breasts had been rubbing against Paris large breasts, her crotch had been firmly mashed against Paris' hairless mound. She blushed hotly and looked away.

"So there!" Paris said and stuck her tongue out at Velma.

"Whatever," Velma said.

Chapter 8

Velma again wiggled in the bed. It was so very soft; Paris said it was a 'pillow-top' mattress. The sheets were Egyptian cotton, pink of course. The simple nightshirt, again pink, was a sensuous silk. Paris laughed as Velma gasped and pulled on a matching nightshirt.

"Good night," Paris said and kissed Velma on the lips.

"Good night," Velma said and snuggled down onto a stack of pillows.

A moment later, she felt Paris' hand on her back.

"See if you can guess what I'm writing," Paris whispered, and then began to 'write' onto Velma's back with the tip of her index finger. She scribbled then paused.

"I," Velma said.

"Uh huh," Paris said then wrote some more and paused.

"Love," Velma said.

"Okay," Paris said and wrote again and paused.

"You," Velma said and laughed.

"Yay!" Paris laughed, and then Velma heard her rustling.

"Okay, your turn," Paris demanded.

Velma rolled over and thought and thought, then smiled and said, "Okay, but it's a long word, okay?"

"Then go slow," Paris said.

"T," Velma wrote, Paused then added an 'H.'

"Thunderstorms," Paris finally said "'I Like thunderstorms.'"

"Yep," Velma laughed, and then flopped over onto her stomach.

"I," she said and Paris bent close and whispered in her ear.

"Don't say it until I put a 'period' on it, like this, Okay?" she said and to demonstrate a 'period,' jabbed Velma in the back with the tip of her finger.

'I,' Paris began again and Velma began to get a funny, almost queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a bad feeling, just was a very unfamiliar feeling.

"Well?" Paris demanded almost immediately when she put the 'period' at the end of her sentence.

"'I think you are beautiful,'" Velma said.

"Oh, thank you!" Paris said and burst into merry laughter.

"You are, you know that?" Velma said and was glad for the darkness; Paris could not see her blush.

"Sometimes I don't feel all that beautiful," Paris admitted. "A lot of times, I wish I was you."

"Me?" Velma exclaimed. "Why me"

"'Cause you're so pretty, but you don't give a shit what anyone thinks about you; you just do what you want and don't even care," Paris said.

"You're wrong," Velma whispered. "I do care, I care a lot and it hurts a lot."

"I mean, you're not all worried about if you got the right clothes, you're hair is always just right, I used to think you had the best make-up in the world, then I find out you don't even have to wear any!" Paris went on.

"Paris, I can't afford the 'right' clothes, unless it's at Goodwill," Velma admitted.

"And you have the perfect body, God, you're just great!" Paris said.

"Shut up, Paris," Velma laughed, embarrassed.

"I love you," Paris whispered and gave Velma a soft, lingering kiss.

"Love you too," Velma whispered back when Paris finally pulled her soft lips away.

Her heart was in her throat and that slightly sick feeling was still in her stomach.

"I want to be your lover," Paris whispered and again put her soft lips to Velma's lips.

"What?" Velma exclaimed when Paris pulled away again.

"I want to be your lover," Paris repeated, her tone slightly frantic. "You don't have to do anything, just let me, please? Let me make love to you, please? And if you don't like it we can, I'll stop, okay?"

Velma felt Paris' hands at the buttons of her sleep shirt and then felt Paris' lips at her neck. Then cool air blew across her bared breasts.

"Mmm," Paris moaned in her throat as her lips encircled one of Velma's stiff nipples.

"Oh God, you're so beautiful," Paris moaned and undid a couple more buttons.

Velma combed her fingers through Paris' long blonde hair as Paris rained kisses all over Velma's belly.

The last button was undone and Paris sighed happily as she spread the sleep shirt wide open.

"Mmph!" Velma groaned and hugged a pillow to her face as Paris' tongue slowly, Maddeningly dragged up and down her pussy lips, then tried to force its way inside of her.

"Oh!" Paris moaned and Velma could hear the wet, sloshing sounds of Paris fingering her own pussy while she licked at Velma's pussy.

"Aah!" Velma screamed into the pillow as Paris located her clitoris and gave the hypersensitive organ an almost painful suck.

"Yes, yes, yes," Paris chanted as Velma orgasmed.

Velma weakly responded as she felt Paris roll her over onto her belly. The hem of her sleep shirt fluttered up, exposing her round buttocks to the cool air.

"Oh, God!" Paris moaned loudly as she orgasmed.

Velma felt Paris' hands pull her buttocks apart. She felt Paris' warm breath on her hot flesh, then felt Paris' tongue slowly trace the outside of her anus. Around and around, Paris traced her tongue against Velma's anus. Then Paris stiffened her tongue and tried to force it into Velma's rectum.

"Oh!" Velma groaned, as Paris pulled at her buttocks harder in an effort to gain entry.

"Oh, God, your ass is so beautiful!" Paris moaned and abandoned the languid measures and began ravenously lapping and sucking at Velma's anus.

"Uh!" Velma grunted as Paris began to work her middle and index fingers into her rectum.

"Oh, Baby, Baby, Baby," Paris chanted as she drove the two fingers in and out of Velma's clutching rectum.

"Aah!" Velma screamed into her pillow as Paris' thumb mashed against her throbbing clitoris.

She caught her breath as Paris flopped on the bed next to her, then slithered over and put an arm across Velma's back.

"I love you," Paris whispered and thrust her tongue into Velma's still gaping mouth. 

Velma returned the kiss and put her arm across Paris' nude body. She realized that Paris must have taken off her sleep shirt at some time while she made love to her.

Chapter 9

Paris woke up to see Velma seated in the bay window, knees pressing to her chin, watching the dawn break. Her heart caught in her throat; Velma was truly breathtaking, beautiful in the early morning light.

But suppose, in the light of day, Velma was ashamed of what they had done?

Paris slowly, cautiously got out of bed and Velma turned and looked at her. Paris' heart leapt for joy as Velma smiled and held out her arms to her.

"Come watch the sunrise," she whispered and pulled Paris onto the bay window seat to sit in front of her. 

She put her head on Paris' shoulder, combed Paris' blonde hair away from her ear, and lightly kissed the ear. She hugged Paris to her tightly and stared as the sun finally, triumphantly claimed the sky for itself.

"You're beautiful," Velma whispered into Paris' ear and kissed it again.

"You're the beautiful one," Paris argued.

Velma squeezed Paris tightly.

"I got to pee," Paris lightly complained.

"Okay," Velma said and let her lover go.

****

Paris let a little squeal escape when Velma grabbed her as she exited the bathroom. Velma pushed the lightly struggling blonde backward until Paris was against her bed.

"Oh!" Paris moaned as Velma pushed her to lie on her mattress, feet dangling off the side.

Velma got down on her knees and slobbered her tongue up and down the wet slit and found Paris' clitoris easily.

"Oh God!" Paris screamed, muffling her scream wit a pillow.

Velma thought to herself that Paris did not taste at all like fish, as she'd always heard people joke. The taste was a musky one, not at all unpleasant. She used her fingers to spread the heavy pussy lips apart wider and dug her tongue in as far as she could.

She lowered her head and tentatively touched Paris' anus with her tongue. It didn't taste at all like she'd imagined it would. It had a musky, earthy taste to it and she spread Paris' buttocks apart with her hands and Paris' anus opened slightly.

"Oh God, oh God, so good," Paris moaned and reached around to spread her own buttocks apart even wider for Velma's tongue.

Velma wet a finger in her mouth and brought it up to Paris' anus and slowly inserted it.

"Yes!" Paris hissed and grabbed Velma's wrist and fucked it in and out.

"Another," Paris begged and Velma, after a moment's hesitation, added another finger.

Uh, uh, uh!" Paris grunted and Velma added a third finger.

Paris screamed again as Velma dragged her tongue up and down Paris' slit, then sucked Paris's clitoris into her mouth.

Velma sat back on her heels and looked in amazement; her entire hand was inside of Paris' rectum and Paris was trying to drive her fist in deeper. Paris' pussy drooled her excitement down her thighs and down Velma's forearm. The pillow she clutched to her face hid Paris' face.




Velma



With a final spasm, Paris weakly pulled at Velma's forearm, indicating she couldn't take it any more. 

"Oh my goodness!" Paris giggled as a low rumbling fart escaped.

Velma wobbled on unsteady legs to the bathroom and washed her hands clean in the sink.

When she came back, Paris had not moved from her spot on the bed. Paris dragged a couple of fingers up and down her wet slit and hummed happily.

****

Velma pulled her shorts on and was preparing to pull the same blouse she'd worn the day before.

"Hey, try this on," Paris said and handed Velma a blouse from her closet.

Velma looked at the pretty blouse, a short sleeved silk button up. The tags were still on it.

"Oh, that is so pretty on you!" Paris exclaimed and fiddled with the collar.

Yeah, it is nice," Velma, agreed.

"It's yours," Paris decided and went back to trying to pick out an outfit for herself.

"Paris, I can't take this!" Velma protested.

"Sure you can," Paris laughed. "Stacie gave it to me for my birthday, but I guess she forgot she gave me the exact same thing the year before!"

"See?" she said and pulled a similar blouse out of the closet and showed it to Velma.

"Oh, okay, um, thanks," Velma, conceded.

"Sure," Paris said and pulled a short sleeve blouse out and shrugged it on. She then walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled on a pair of khaki shorts.

She and Velma prepared to leave the bedroom and Paris looked at Velma.

"Do you still love me?" she whispered to Velma.

"Yeah, sure," Velma agreed.

"Even though we, um, I made love to you?" Paris asked, her blue eyes searching Velma's brown eyes for any sign of rejection or revulsion. "And then I made you do, do me up the butt?"

"I love you," Velma assured Pairs and kissed her on her lips.

"Mmm," Paris moaned and thrust her tongue into Velma's mouth.

****

Consuela smiled and put the two plates down in front of the girls. She picked up Mr. Mouton's plate and returned to the kitchen. Velma took her fork and cut a corner off the French toast and gasped as the cream cheese and fruit filling came oozing out.

"How'd you do that?" she demanded and Consuela looked over at the girl.

"How I do what?" she asked, smiling.

"Get that stuff inside the bread like that," Velma demanded to know.

"You eat another?" Consuela asked and Velma nodded her head yes.

"Okay, you come watch," Consuela said.

She took two slices of sourdough bread. She quickly spooned the softened cream cheese onto one slice of the bread, and then spooned cherries on top of that. A light brushing of egg wash around the edge of the bread, then she put the other slice on top and lightly pinched around the edges. She picked up the thick 'sandwich' and dunked it into the egg wash and transferred the now soggy bread to the hot cast-iron skillet.

"And that's it," Consuela smiled, flipped the bread in the pan and let it finish cooking.

Chapter 10

"Fucking great," Velma groused and Paris looked over.

Stacie and Kimberly were wandering their way, a couple of bags already in their hands. Stacie was the first to see Paris and she smiled widely. Then she saw Velma and her smile froze. Kimberly looked over at Stacie to see what made the girl falter in her step. She followed Stacie's line of vision and smiled as she too saw Paris.

"Um, hey, um, Paris, what's up?" Stacie said, slightly angling her body so that Kimberly was between Velma and herself.

"Nothing, you?" Paris easily said, smiling.

"Oh, you know," Kimberly, said, obviously as uncomfortable as Stacie.

"We're trying to get a swimsuit for Velma, but you know all the good ones been gone like months ago," Paris said.

"Yeah, spring's the best time," Stacie agreed.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Paris agreed. "I'm thinking we might even have to go to Bailey's, and you know what cheap stuff they got!"

"Bailey's Sporting Goods?" Kimberly said and made a gagging sound. "Stay away from the manager! He's like this really old, gross guy that wants to follow you around all the time!"

"Ew!" Stacie, Velma and Paris all screeched in disgust.

"But we did find these really cool jeans," Paris enthused and took the bag out of Velma's hands. "They were on sale, half off!"

"Paris, you know your old man ain't never going to let you wear those!" Stacie laughed when Paris showed them the low-rider jeans.

"Ain't for me, they're for Velma," Paris said and pulled another pair out, and showed them the distressed jeans.

"And these tops; I think they look so awesome with the jeans," Paris went on and dug out the two black tops.

"Yeah," both Stacie and Kimberly agreed.

"We're going to Chelsea's, you eat yet?" Paris asked.

"Um, no, not yet," Stacie and Kimberly said.

"Their salads are the best," Paris assured Velma.

Velma's eyebrows shot up as she looked at the menu. At fifteen ninety-five, their salad had better be good.

"I like the avocado," Paris said and Velma looked over at that salad.

"The Chinese is the best," Stacie argued.

"Yeah, it would be, if they'd leave that mustard stuff off," Paris argued.

"That's what makes it so good," Stacie replied.

Velma felt Paris tap her leg and looked over. Paris pointed under the table in Kimberly's direction and Velma bent down, as if to retrieve her napkin. 

She saw Stacie and Kimberly's fingers entwined, lying in Kimberly's lap. She sat up and looked over at Paris and smiled.

"'I Love you,'" Paris wrote on Velma's bare leg and smiled at Velma.

****

They did have to go to Bailey's and the manager; a short, fat bald-headed man did follow them around. Velma tried on three different suits, one a one-piece and the others were bikinis and Paris decided the red bikini was the perfect one for Velma.

****

"Thank you," Velma said as Paris pulled up in front of the trailer.

"Thank you, Paris said quietly as she held Velma's hand.

"Thank me? For what?" Velma asked.

"I was so lonely without you," Paris said and squeezed Velma's hand.

"Me too," Velma agreed. "Come in?"

She knew Momma was most likely at the bar; the sun hadn't even begun to set yet.

"I can't," Paris said sadly. "I didn't do any of my homework this weekend."

"Oh shit!" Velma said. "Me either!"

Chapter 11

She watched the sun set and marveled at the beauty, the splendor of it all. Consuela came outside to let her know that dinner was ready and Paris looked at the woman and nodded.

"You're friend?" Consuela said as she stood aside for Paris to pass. "I like her, she's nice."

"I like her too," Paris smiled and gave Consuela an affectionate pat.

****

Velma woke up and turned off the alarm clock. The trailer was dark and quiet. She went to the bathroom and relieved herself, then climbed into the shower. She pulled the moist scrubbing bag from the plastic bag and smelled it and smiled.

The peppermint tingled her skin and she left the shower feeling awake and invigorated.

It was still dark outside as she trekked the familiar route to the bus stop. She slowed her steps as she could see the headlights of a car at the entrance of the dirt road, then smiled widely as she recognized Paris' car. She could hear the glorious, beautiful music spilling out.

"Get in," Paris called out and Velma opened the passenger door.

"Hey!" she said happily. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking you to school," Paris smiled and leaned over to kiss Velma passionately.

"But first," she whispered and playfully unsnapped Velma's jeans.

"Paris!" Velma laughed and tried to snap the jeans again.

"But first," Paris said and tried to wrest Velma's hands away from the snap. "I want to make love to you, I want to eat that beautiful ass."

Velma knelt on the back seat of the car, her new low-rider jeans bunched up around her knees.

"Mmm," Paris moaned as she lapped and sucked at Velma's anus. Her left hand clawed inside of her own jeans, rubbing frantically at her pussy, her right hand fingered in and out of Velma's drooling pussy.

"Oh!" Velma shudder in orgasm and Paris redoubled her frenzied sucking and lapping.

****

"Hi Mrs. Davis," Paris smiled as she entered the woman's office.

"Hi," Mrs. Davis smiled in return. "What can I do for you?"

"You're the Senior Advisor, right?" Paris asked.

"Yes, I also do the advising for the juniors," Mrs. Davis agreed.

"Okay, what college is Velma Aucoin going to?" Paris asked.

"Velma?" Mrs. Davis asked, upper lip involuntarily curling up in a sneer. "I'm not sure that she's going to any..."

"She's a straight 'A' student, has been for three years now, and you've not gotten her into any college?" Paris asked, her disdain evident.

"Well I um, well she hasn't come to me for..." Mrs. Davis stammered, not used to being cornered by any of her students.

"Mrs. Davis, that's your job," Paris coolly reminded the woman.

"Well, I suppose I could get her into maybe McNeese, or..." Mrs. Davis said, reaching for the familiar folders.

"She's going to Tulane, with me," Paris told the woman. "And get her a scholarship."

"Paris!" Mrs. Davis exclaimed. "You cannot be serious! A scholarship to Tulane would take at least two years to arrange!"

"Is it her fault you're incompetent?" Paris sneered. "She is a Straight 'A' student and living in impoverished conditions and the product of a single parent domicile; surely those would qualify her for a scholarship. So, um, like, why don't you do your job and see what you can do, huh?"

Mrs. Davis felt her anger begin to boil to the surface.

"You better get off your ass and do what you can to get her in Tulane," Paris said and leaned close to the woman. "Or I will have you sued for gross negligence and misconduct. You'll never teach another class in the entire state of Louisiana."

****

Velma looked at the packet and frowned. She'd not ordered any information from Tulane, nor had she requested any scholarship information. Her new cell phone played Beethoven's Fifth Symphony and she flipped it open.

"Did you get it?" Paris' voice came bubbling through.

"Paris, this is the thousandth time you've asked me..." Velma said, exasperated. "Hang on a minute. What college are you going to?"

"Tulane University," Paris laughed; that question let her know that Velma had indeed gotten it.

"Yes, Baby, I got it," Velma said and begin to cry softly.

"Consuela wants to know what you want for dinner," Paris bubbled.

"I love you so much," Velma sobbed into the phone.

"Be right there," Paris said and terminated the call.

****

Epilogue.

Jim Boudreaux was able to walk, with the use of a cane, onto the small stage at graduation to give Velma and the rest of the Class of 2006 their diplomas. He beamed with almost fatherly pride as he called upon the valedictorian of the Class of 2006 to give her speech.

Jim Mouton and his wife, Georgette dabbed at their eyes as the valedictorian gave her speech. They were as proud of Velma as if she had been their own daughter. Consuela did not try to cry silently; her pride in Velma audible to nearly the entire auditorium.

Esther Aucoin also beamed with pride as her daughter spoke eloquently of the sunrises that lay ahead for her and for the Class of 2006.

Velma spoke of the sunrises, the occasional thunderstorms, even of the sunsets, of the beautiful music that could be heard and felt.

She did not speak of, not out loud, the love she felt for Paris Angela Mouton. She did not speak of the sunrises she saw in Paris' eyes, or the music that spilled from Paris' lips.

She did not speak of the brilliant, glorious thunderstorms that Paris awakened in her when she hugged her, or when she heard the soft, sweet 'I love you.'

Stacie Coutre enrolled in the University of Arkansas, simply to get away from Mumphrey, Louisiana. She does not plan to ever return; she doesn't even come home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. She has cut all ties with her family and former friends.

Kimberly Webber was arrested on the campus of the University of Arkansas for stalking Stacie. Kimberly has been ordered to stay at least five hundred yards away from Stacie. Kimberly's father pulled a couple of strings to keep his daughter out of jail. 

Currently she is enrolled at the University of Georgia. Her third roommate has applied with the Dormitory Matron to please, please switch her to another room. She says it is frightening; the way Kimberly sits and stares at her for hours on end without ever saying a word.

Mrs. Davis is in the process of getting a divorce from Sheriff Don Davis. To her utter dismay, though, her former lover, Jim Boudreaux, has informed her that he had an epiphany as he lay in the hospital; he would not continue to be her lover. He certainly would not be marrying any woman that would so willingly and easily cheat on her husband.

Stevie Miller enrolled in the Army upon his graduation in 2008. A roadside bomb killed him and three of his platoon in Iraq. Velma sent the Millers a heartfelt sympathy card.

Miss Hebert still drives the bus for H. P. Long and O.K. Allen schools.



****

Paris let herself into the condominium her father bought for her and Velma and sniffed the air. Velma was cooking smothered steak, another one of the dishes Consuela had taught her. She smiled; Chopin's piano was a perfect compliment to the smells in the home. She put her schoolbooks down on the leather couch next to Velma's books and turned the corner 

Velma stood in the small kitchen, nude except for an apron. She turned and smiled at Paris.

"Mmm," Paris moaned and she and Velma kissed softly.

Her hand trailed up Velma's leg, closer and closer to that beautiful ass.

""Uh uh, leave my ass alone; I'm not burning five dollars worth of meat just 'cause you're horny," Velma said and nudged Paris away.

"Fine, fine," Paris complained playfully. 

She left the small kitchen and Velma heard her stomping up the circular stairway. Moments later she heard Paris' 'Whee!' as Paris slid down the banister.

Paris reappeared in the doorway of the kitchen, nude except for the large strap-on cock and leather harness. Paris was liberally coating the tip of the dildo with lubricant.

"I told you, I'm not burning five dollars worth of meat," Velma complained as Paris advanced on her.

The End.



Velma And The Spirit Of Women Miners



The Scooby-Doo gang were on their way back to their base near Denver, where they lived in Fred's grandfather's old house which had been willed to him. They stopped to refuel The Mystery Machine at a gas station and ate in the attached cafe. On the wall was an advert inviting people to visit a local silver mine. The advert said that it was unique in that it had been worked by women during WW2. So after eating, they drove up there. Near the entrance to the workings,was a group of old buildings. They stopped at the biggest one as it had the sign 'Silver Mine Hotel' and went in. They were greeted by an old man with beard who told them that the mine wasn't open for visitors yet.

"But we're the Scooby-Doo Gang and we wanted to check it out for ghosts!"

"Ah, well then, we might have one or two about the mine. This mine was used during WW2 and was staffed solely by women as the men had joined up. My wife has sensed some ghost activity. Let's go and talk to her."

His wife confirmed that there seemed to be a weird influence present in the mine and in the hotel building where the visitors now stay, but it used then as a dormitory for the women miners.

"I have felt hands on my body in both places and a feeling of hot breath on my neck. Come on in and experience it yourselves."

The man's name was Joe and he and his wife were employed to run the mine in the winter months and in the Summer take tourists round the mine and show them how silver was mined and smelted.

As they walked up to the mine entrance, he told them about the mine. 

"This has been operated since 1905. Silver and lead was mined until the price of silver crashed in 1929 and the mine was closed. It was reopened in WW2 mainly for the lead which occurs with silver, for bullets and closed in 1946. It reopened in 1962 for the Vietnam War and closed in 1976. It was sold off then but a few years ago it was opened up again for tourists but also for its silver as the price has shot up recently. We mine enough now to mine just to cast small silver bars and medallions for sale in the shop here and on Internet." 

They went into the engine shed and he issued them with a helmet with a light attached and a battery. Joe then cranked up the diesel engine which was use to tow the ore cars and a train with seats for tourists. The gang all climbed on and Joe drove them off into the mine. After a few hundred yards, he stopped and pointed to a large opening.

"This was where there was a big rock fall and the forewoman was crushed to death. They said it was an accident but there was a suspicion of foul play. She had been seen feeling up a young girl and her mother had resented her attention. The space now is a rest area. Would one of you get off and make the coffee for us?"

"I'll do it" said Velma and she got off the train and went in the open space. It was about twenty feet high and thirty feet deep with a electric stove, tables and chairs and three old leather couches.

The train went on into the mine. Velma was feeling a bit tired so she sat down onto an old couch and shut her eyes. It had been a long journey that morning after a particularly harrowing adventure. After a moment,she felt hot as if someone was breathing on her and took off her sweater, something she normally never did as she was embarrassed at the size of her breasts. Normally they were fully covered by a bra and bulky sweaters, particularly a red one, which had become her trade mark.Then she had this sexy feeling and felt hands fondling her large 38D breasts. Her own hands moved up and gently stroked the soft white skin of each breast. Her nipples became stiff and she enjoyed the sensations her palm moved over each one in turn.

"Oh this is good." She said out loud. Her movements became faster, her hips moved sideways like a hula dancer; then her right hand moved down and she slid her finger through her nest of pubic hair into her vagina. She found her cunt wet with desire, and her clitoris became quickly unhooded as she moved her finger in and out.

"Oh. Oh . Yes Yes I love this......"

Her hands moved faster and faster until she came in a big way. 

"Wow ...... how did that start?" she wondered

What she didn't know, was that the spirit of a female silver miner had entered her body. This orgasm left her exhausted and smelling sexily. She sat up suddenly when she heard Scooby-Doo coming. The big Dane came running in and pushed its head right up her skirt into her crotch. She pushed it away as best she could and yelled at it.

"Get away you dirty beast!"

The dog remained there and so she hit it on its nose and it only then did Scooby move off.

"Shaggy, come and take Scooby away from me."

Shaggy came in and apologised.

"I'm sorry he ran away from me. We were on our way back when Scooby jumped off and ran ahead for some reason."

Velma guessed at the reason but said nothing. She quickly turned around and tugged her sweater back on before Shaggy noticed her breasts were showing. The train stopped outside and the others came in to the Rest place. Velma quietly made them coffee.

They all went back to the Silver Mine Hotel and were shown their rooms. Fred and Daphne had a double and Velma and Shaggy had twin beds. They all shared the one bathroom. Dinner was served by the old couple – nice steaks and fries with a green salad and an apple pie with vanilla ice cream for dessert. The old man also gave them a bottle of red Napa Valley wine to drink with the meal so when they went up to their rooms they were feeling very happy. Scooby-Do stayed in the kitchen with a bone.

They had changed into their nightware and were taking it in turns to use the bathroom. Velma had used it and was discussing tomorrow's plans with Fred in her nightie, and he was in his pyjamas sitting on the double bed. Daphne was on the toilet having a piss, and Shaggy was by the door of the bathroom waiting to going in and was listening to the tinkle of urine.

Suddenly the room felt hotter and they all sensed the presence and influence of the women miners from sixty years ago. Fred's penis became stiff and he lay back onto the bed, allowing it to stick out of his pants. Velma fell to her knees between his legs and grabbed his prick and started to wank it. Then she put her head down and took it in her mouth, it felt hot and strong in her mouth – she moved her tongue round the purple head. She pushed her head down on to it so it hit the back of her throat, and she raised it again. It felt good. Her left hand moved down between her legs onto her crotch. She moved her finger into her slit and rubbed it gently until it was wet. She pushed her finger up her vagina one two three times. It was good, but it could be better. She pulled her finger out and scrambled up onto the bed and straddled Fred's hips.

She took off her black rimmed glasses and tore off her nightie. She reached down to grab his prick to position it properly, then she slid down onto it until their pubic bones hit. Fred looked up and saw her naked breasts for the first time.

"Wow what a perfect pair! They are beautiful. Look at your areolas they're so big and pink. I want suck them."

He moved his head up to her nipples and sucked them until they were standing out proud. His hands fondled the whole boob and enjoyed the feel of the soft skin and their weight. Velma began to speed up her fucking and Fred moved his hands onto her ass to control her a bit. Then he felt round her lovely round ass. He thought 'I'd liked to fuck her in her ass hole' and immediately pushed his right hand finger into her ass. 

"Ahhhh..... you bastard I'm coming now!"

Fred grabbed her hips turned her over and fucked her hard until he shot his load deep inside her cunt. He cried out with pain and pleasure as his testicles squeezed themselves dry. He collapsed onto Velma who hugged him tightly.

"That was fantastic – the best sex I have had ever." Fred said.

"I have always fancied you Fred and now I have fucked you as I wanted. Let's do it again!"

"OK but you will have to get me stiff first."

"And you will have to get me wet. We'll go into a sixty nine position."

Velma moved up the bed and swung her left leg over Fred's face and looked down on it. Then she opened up her hairy pussy with her fingers and moved it down to Fred's waiting tongue.

"Oh that's nice, really nice"

She leant forwards then and grasped Fred's limp dick. She wanked it with her left hand and then when it had got a bit stiffer moved her mouth down on to it.

She turned her head back and said, "I really like feeling it stiffen in my mouth."

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Shaggy felt compelled to go in and dropped down onto his knees between Daphne legs. He pushed them apart to see the action. A powerful stream of piss was coming out of her fully waxed, hairless cunt. Daphne pushed her hips forward until the stream hit Shaggy's face.

"Take a drink of my pee – you dirty beast."

Shaggy opened his mouth and drank it down, some splashed in his eyes but he carried on drinking.  When the stream stopped he pushed his head forward and lifted her thighs up onto his shoulders. Daphne pulled his head down until his tongue could reach her wet cunt.

"Now lick my clit until I come."

His tongue moved up and down, up and down – it tasted delicious. He found her hard little nub and he sucked on it and lightly bit it.

"Oh that's good that really good; keep doing that."

Shaggy's right hand moved down and he wanked his prick hard and fast. Daphne cried out as she came. Shaggy moved quickly and raised himself up and pushed his prick into her juicy wet hole. It took only a few strokes for him to come hard.

"Wow that was fantastic! I have done sexy things before but never been so nasty!" Daphne said.

"I've never drunk a girls' pee before. It must be the influence of the frustrated women miners! I feel like I want to be your sex slave."

"Really? Will you do as I tell you? Let me sit on your face and all that stuff??"

"Oh yes. I've been playing with myself in the past just dreaming of that."

"Well let's start now!"

Daphne dragged Shaggy into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed.

"Right Slave, lick me till I come agin and don't you dare touch yourself till I tell you!"

Daphne pulled off her nightie and moved up the bed until she could rest her hands on the bed head.

"Now get your face under me and LICK!"

Shaggy grabbed her ass and pushed his tongue into her neatly shaved cunt. It smelt sexy and tasted nice. He licked up and down the slit and then sucked on the small nub of a clitoris. Daphne began to ride his face, pushing down until she covered his whole face with her cunt. Suddenly she stiffed up and stopped moving.

"I'm coming .....I'm coming!" she screamed.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum juice shot out of her vagina in spasms, filling his mouth to the brim as the climax exploded within her. Daphne rolled off Shaggy and laid on her back, panting, out of breath. Alongside her, Shaggy masturbated furiously until his spunk shot high into the air.

"That was fabulous, man.... just beautiful."

Back in the other bedroom, Velma had got off Fred and was now in the doggy position, shaking her ass at him. He quickly walked on his knees and positioned himself between her thighs, with his stiff prick poking into Velma's hairy snatch. She reached between her legs, grasped hold of it and pulled it in.

"Now fuck me, you wonderful man."

Fred fucked her hard and fast, sliding his tool in and out, his hands on her tits which hung down. He felt the nipples, he felt the smooth sides. Then Velma took one hand off them and pushed it onto her twat.

"Rub my clit for me."

Fred did that with his right hand and brought his left one back to hold her ass. Velma was so wet that he wasn't getting any joy for the fucking. He looked down and saw that her wrinkled little ass hole looked tempting, so he pulled his prick out of her pussy and pushed it into her and passed her sphincter. He then moved his knees forward a bit and pushed forward. His prick was wet with her juices and went in quite easily. It didn't go far, but enough to give him a feeling of tightness around its head. Velma didn't seem to notice, so he carried on diddling her clit vigorously and buggering her ass. He was loving it. It wasn't the first ass he had buggered, he had done Shaggy one drunken night, when he was frustrated at Daphne's insistence that she remained a virgin till she was married.

"Oh I'm coming now" Velma cried.

"So am I!" cried Fred and he shot his load right up her ass as far as he could push.

Suddenly the lights went out. They all stopped their actions and were totally confused and a bit frightened because they thought it was the Ghosts were taking action but then they realised that the Manager had turned the generator off. They woke up in the morning with headaches but smiles on their faces. After breakfast they prepared to leave and the Manager gave them each a solid silver medallion imprinted with the Silver Mine's logo, on a leather thong.

"These are made to be sold to tourists from the mine here. I hope that you will mention us in your next episode of your film."

Fred answered for the gang.

"Yes of course. We are very grateful to you for your kindness and we enjoyed our visit. It was much more enjoyable than our normal adventures. I think you should call this the Love Mine Hotel instead of Silver Mine Hotel."

The Gang all laughed, including Scooby-Doo.



Velma Dinkley: Sexual Dynamo



I walked into the malt shop not surprised to find it pretty empty. It was early evening and things wouldn't really pick up until later, after the drive-in let out. Despite driving what I thought was a pretty cool van, I didn't have a date that night so I figured I'd check out the malt shop to see if there were any other losers like me. I was surprised to see a familiar, if dejected-looking, face in a booth near the back. As my heart went pitter-pat, I debated whether to approach her, maybe offer an ear or, better yet, a shoulder, if she needed one. I hesitated only because I didn't want to bother her if she wanted to be alone. Then I realized that if she had wanted to be alone, she wouldn't be at the malt shop. 

She didn't look up as I approached, but I was relieved that she smiled up at me when I said "Hello." I'd known Velma all through high school; we were almost always in the same classes. I'd had a crush on her for a pretty long time, too; she was so smart and funny and sweet and her body...oh my God! Facially, maybe she was nothing special, sort of plain, and she was actually kind of nerdy, not unlike me. I don't know how many stories I'd heard about her losing her glasses. But I honestly don't know how she didn't have every guy in school lusting after that body of hers. She always seemed to wear tight sweaters that showed of her incredible rack, and the shortest skirts possible. Oh, how I dreamed of seeing what was under that sweater and under that skirt!

She invited me to sit, which I did, and after ordering a root beer float I asked her if she was all right. She let out an exasperated sigh then started to tell me how she was finally fed up. She'd been going out of her way for years trying to get Fred's attention, hoping that if her intelligence didn't spark his interest, maybe her tight sweaters would. She was finally facing the fact that he was never going to think of her "in that way." She could not have imagined the exhilaration I was experiencing at that moment. I let her vent for a little while, getting her frustrations off of her impressive chest, then, when she appeared to have it all out, I put my two cents in.

I told her that her revelation came as a relief to me and that I was sure I wouldn't be the only one. When she looked at me inquisitively, I let her know that there were a lot of us out there who were interested in her and who definitely thought of her "in that way." She seemed a bit incredulous, so I assured her that if she was truly sincere about taking her blinders off, she would surely notice how infatuated so many of us were. She smiled her beautiful smile and I honestly believe at that moment she saw me in an entirely different light.

"You say 'we' and 'us,' but I get the feeling you would prefer I just notice you," she said, reaching out to take my hand, "I don't know how I never saw it before. You've always been there for me and I've totally taken you for granted."

The bitterness she'd been feeling when I'd arrived had suddenly evaporated. We just sat there staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I felt much bolder than I had when I'd first approached the table, so I asked my next question with confidence.

"Its still early, would you like to go to the drive-in?" Her eyes lit up.

"You know," she said, "I have been to the drive-in with groups of friends a bunch of times but I have never actually been there on a date. I'd be honored to go with you for my first."

We grinned at each other for another few minutes before getting up. I took care of the tab and we headed out to my van. Except for the fancy paint job, my van wasn't much different from the one Fred drove. I helped Velma into the passenger seat, then went around to the driver's side. As she was buckling her seatbelt, I got an eyeful of her smooth, white thigh when her skirt rode up a bit. Though I looked long enough to appreciate it, I hoped I had turned away before she noticed. I also hoped she wouldn't notice that I now had a bit of a bulge in my jeans. I tried to focus on getting the van started and driving.

Only the previews had started by the time we got to the drive-in, so I found a spot and parked, then hung the speaker on the window. Since we had just come from the malt shop, we didn't bother with the snack bar, but both moved toward the center of the bench front seat. I had butterflies in my stomach having her so close to me, her thigh pressed against mine. Shortly after the movie started, we were holding hands, her small hand feeling so perfect in mine. As the movie progressed, we kissed a few times, which was really huge to me because I'd wanted to do it for so long. Her lips felt so soft and warm against mine that I couldn't focus on the movie. Luckily, she was feeling the same way. As I slipped my arm around her, we abandoned the movie altogether and started making out. My cock was a steel rod as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, our arms around each other.

At one point, while we paused to catch our breath, Velma took my hand and, spreading her legs, placed it between her thighs. The front of her panties was soaked.

"See how wet you are making me?" she asked breathlessly. I almost came in my pants.

"I can help that," I replied, "Let me go down on you." She slid over against the door and flipped up her short skirt, revealing a pair of low-rise panties. I reached out for her hips and started sliding her panties down, her dark brown bush slowly coming into view. I don't even remember what I did with her panties before I lowered my head and began to devour her pussy. She was so wet that I started out just lapping up the juices, running my tongue up and down her slit. She started moaning immediately and only got louder and more insistent when I slipped a finger up her while tonguing her clit. She pushed her hips up at my face while I pumped my finger in and out of her slick pussy and licked and sucked her clit. Both of her hands were on the back of my head, holding me in place. I was sliding my free hand up and down her thighs, over her stomach and through her dark pubic hair.

I think I was as enthusiastic about eating her sweet pussy as she was about having it eaten. She was pretty worked up when I started, so it wasn't long before she was rocking her hips at my face faster and faster, gasping for breath. Finally, she jammed her pussy at me and froze before shuddering as her orgasm passed through her. She let out a ragged breath as she came and slowly lowered herself back onto the seat. Grabbing me by the sides of my head, she pulled me up and jammed her tongue into my mouth while pushing me backwards. As I reclined, my arms going around her, I felt her hand groping at the steel rod trying to break free from my jeans. She worked on opening my jeans as we made out, only pulling away from me once she had them open and was pulling them down.

With my jeans and boxers at my knees, Velma grabbed my rigid cock and pumped it a few times before lowering her head and engulfing me in her warm, wet mouth. I don't know how I didn't blow my load right away, but I managed to lie back and enjoy the feeling of her lips sliding up and down my cock while she pumped the base in her left hand. She paused in sucking my cock only to lick and suck my balls, but continued to pump it in her fist all the while. She proved to be a formidable cocksucker, bringing me to the brink of cumming slowly and with maximum pleasure. I was greatly anticipating finally blowing my load when my cock began to swell. Velma continued to deep-throat me until I couldn't take it any longer and started spewing into her mouth. She never even flinched, just kept sucking while she swallowed my cum. She let me drop from her mouth once I was spent and beginning the shrink.

I pulled my jeans and boxers back up and we sat for the last few minutes of the movie. Once it was over, we followed the crowd out of the drive-in, but rather than head over to the malt shop, we found a secluded place to park. There was a bunch of camping gear in the back of my van -- sleeping bags, tent, blankets, lantern, etc. -- which worked out for the best. I jumped over the seat and spread out the blankets and sleeping bags and turned on a battery-powered lantern. Velma turned on the radio then joined me in the back. Kneeling in the middle of the blankets, we held each other and made out again. Feeling her in my arms, my hands sliding down to hold her ass through her skirt, I could feel my tool beginning to rise again.

I could feel her massive tits against my chest so, realizing I still hadn't touched or seen them, I began working her sweater up. She helped me pull it off and, in the dim light cast by the lantern, I got my first look at the impressive combination of lace and elastic that held them up so firmly. While I ran my hands over the front of this engineering feat, Velma reached back to unfasten it. I slowly slid it down her arms, revealing her cleavage, the smooth flesh of her tits and, eventually, her dark areolas and hard nipples. Absently tossing her bra aside, I ran my hands over her impressive tits while she let her head fall back with her eyes closed. Her tits were even more amazing than I could have imagined. They were so big that gravity tried to pull them down, but so young and firm that they tried to stick straight out. The result was a sloping down to torpedo-like tips, topped with large areolas and her nipples sticking straight out. I ran my palms over every inch of her soft flesh, brushing over her nipples, before holding them up and lowering my head to lick and suck her nipples.

Velma was moaning softly as I alternately slobbered on each of her outstanding breasts. I sucked her hard nipples and traced circles around her large areolas with the tip of my tongue, switching back and forth from one tit to the other. As my mouth and tongue worked on her tits, my hands slid down to her bare waist and around to her ass again. Working them up under her skirt, I realized that she'd never put her panties back on so I was sliding my hands up and down over the smooth skin of her bare ass. I let one hand move around to the front and brush through her bush before sliding it down over her slippery slit. She moaned louder as I passed my hand up and down over her clit.

I felt her hands tugging on my shirt, pulling it up over my head, so I raised my head up from her breasts. I had to stop everything I was doing and raise my arms to allow her to remove my shirt. I was still entranced by her breasts so, as she tossed my shirt aside and went to work on my jeans, I was happy to just stare at those beauties. She had me lay down to remove my jeans and boxers, my cock springing straight up, while I continued to be hypnotized by her now swinging breasts. She reached behind herself and unfastened something, allowing her skirt to drop from her waist. Still on her knees, she maneuvered out of it completely and we were both naked. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it before swinging her leg over me and guiding it up into her wet pussy.

We both groaned as my cock filled her snug, slippery pussy and she settled on top of me with my full length embedded in her. She leaned forward, her hands on either side of my head and her boobs hanging right in my face, then started rocking back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. While I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy, I couldn't resist her tits swinging right above me. Grasping both of them, I held them still as I once again attacked her nipples with my lips and tongue. The slick yet firm grip of Velma's pussy felt fantastic as it repeatedly slid up and down my shaft. Her fleshy tits were a dream-come-true in my hands as I licked and sucked her hard nipples. Glancing up, I could see that her eyes were closed behind her thick glasses and her mouth was hanging slack as if she might start drooling at any second. She was moaning softly as she rode up and down on my cock, her pace increasing gradually.

The longer we fucked, the harder she fucked me and the louder her cries were getting. I slid my hands down from her tits to hold her hips as I started pushing my own hips up, forcing my cock deeper into her. I let my head fall back and watched her tits bouncing above me as I pushed my cock into her succulent pussy. As I was feeling my orgasm approaching and hoping that she was close, because I definitely didn't want to leave her unsatisfied, she rode me faster and harder, her breath coming in gasps. Finally, she slammed herself down on me and began to shudder as she cried out in ecstasy. I just lay there, enjoying the feeling of the tremors going through her pussy, waiting for her to start riding me again.

I was surprised when she swung her leg back over me, my cock popping free of her juicy pussy. I was briefly worried until, in the dim light, I saw her smiling at me sheepishly.

"Would you..." she stammered, "do you mind if we...will you do me doggie-style?" I could see the color in her cheeks, but I was pleased that she felt comfortable enough to ask me to indulge what she must have considered a naughty desire. I nodded and started to get up as she assumed the position beside me. Kneeling behind her, I realized she was still wearing her orange knee socks, so she wasn't actually completely naked. I admired her round ass, running my hands over it before guiding my cock below it and pushing back into her slick, snug pussy.

Grasping her hips, I started slowly fucking her again, drawing my cock almost all of the way out then plunging back in as deep as I could. Velma's head was down on the blanket with one arm above it, but the other arm had reached back between her legs and found her clit, which she stimulated while I fucked her. My hips were slapping against the smooth flesh of her ass as I pushed into her over and over, loving the feel of her pussy gripping my rigid tool. Knowing that I had been on the verge of cumming when she was riding me, I knew it wouldn't be long before her pussy drew my orgasm out of me. I didn't even bother to lean over her for another grope of her tits. I ran my hands over her ass and her back, but mostly just enjoyed the slow, pleasurable build of my impending climax.

As I got closer and closer to orgasming, I fucked her harder and faster, my hands on her hips pulling her back against me. She was moaning loudly again as my breathing got heavier, both of us enjoying the good fucking I was giving her. My sweaty skin smacked loudly against hers in the enclosed space of the back of my van, adding to the noises we were making. My cock began to swell within the already snug confines of her pussy, the pleasure building to a level I'd never previously experienced. Finally, with a few more strokes, I exploded into her with a grunt of relief. Velma let out a cry as my cock spasmed inside her and began to cum herself. I stroked in and out of her a few more times as I continued to cum, only pulling free when I'd finished and started to go limp. I collapsed onto the floor of the van and Velma lay next to me. I held her against me and kissed her forehead. She let out a long, contented sigh and said, "Jinkies that was good." 



Velma Goes to Work



If you don't like cream pie stories give this one a pass.

*

We were up against it. Credit card debt was eating us up and we always seemed to be on the verge of not being able to make the house payment. It was our own fault of course, I'd had a good paying job, the money coming in was more that enough to cover our bills and like a lot of people we lived at the level of our income. But my good job had disappeared when the company I worked for was bought out and 183 of us were let go. The only jobs I could find paid a good one third less than the one I'd had so we were automatically on the slippery slope toward bankruptcy. Finally Velma told me that she was going to get a job to get some extra money coming in. This was pretty much a kick in the teeth to me as I had been brought up to believe that the man supported the household and the woman took care of it, but that would be a moot point if we lost the house.

Velma had become a housewife without ever having had a job. Her parents had given her a good allowance and she went from high school to college to marriage so she had no saleable skills, but she was determined to try. After two months she had nothing to show for her efforts except several call backs from Burger King, McDonalds and the like, all wanting her to work 24 hour weeks with split shifts which of course she wasn't interested in. Then one of her girl friends told her about a lounge that was looking for a few good cocktail waitresses and the only job qualifications were the ability to be able to handle yourself around a bunch of rowdy men and woman and to look good in the uniform that was supplied. I wasn't too keen on the idea, but we did need the money so I told Velma that she could look into it.

Velma went to the lounge and applied for the job and when she came home that afternoon she said that the job was hers, but only on the condition that I would never come in to the lounge while she was working - any other time was okay, but never while she was on duty. The owner, a man named Cliff, told her that he did not like to hire married women because of all the trouble he'd had with jealous husbands. The uniform she would wear showed a lot of cleavage and the skirt was short and showed a lot of leg (I had a quick image of Velma in a uniform like that - slim, narrow waisted and with 38 C cup breasts she would be an attention getter). The whole marketing strategy was to hire good-looking waitresses to attract male customers who would then sit and drink while enjoying the scenery. The problems happened when a husband would come into the lounge and then get pissed at a customer who he thought was paying too much attention to his wife. It had happened so often that Cliff had just about made up his mind to not hire any more married women. I could see that getting this job meant a lot to Velma and I'd never been much for spending time in bars anyway so I told her she could tell Cliff I'd stay away unless invited by him.

Velma started the next day. Her shift was from noon until nine, Tuesday through Saturday and she got Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday off on every fourth weekend. Seven months went by with Velma making some very good money, mostly in tips and then her days started to get longer and longer. At first it was until ten, then eleven, then midnight, and finally she was working until closing on some nights. She said Cliff was having a hard time finding good help and she was making good money working the extra hours to cover the shifts. I wasn't happy about her long hours, but the money was good and we were digging ourselves out of the hole. By the end of the seventh month we had paid off two credit cards, were two months ahead on the house payments, and actually had two grand in savings. Also on the plus side our sex life had greatly improved. 

We went from twice a week to sometimes five and six times a week. And the way we had sex changed too. Velma had never liked having her pussy eaten, but now almost every session started with us doing a sixty-nine. Many were the nights that I'd be in bed asleep when she would get home and she would wake me up by sucking my dick and then move into a sixty-nine position and push her hot, wet pussy into my face. Hot and wet - that was the part I couldn't figure, her pussy was always very wet when she came home. Velma told me it was because of all the sexual tension at work; the guys always hitting on her and making propositions, and all the "accidental" touching had her hot by the end of her shift. Hey! Who was I to complain? I was getting great sex, we were climbing out of debt and things couldn't have been better. And then a developer started building houses on the vacant field behind our house. All of the construction and earth moving disturbed the field mice and so they all went looking for a new home. Several had invaded out house and for weeks I'd been setting traps and trying to control them. One day I saw one of the little rascal's dart into Velma's sewing room and I went in after him. I saw him go under the closet door and when I opened the door he ran behind some shoeboxes in one corner. I took the top off one of the shoeboxes and dumped the contents on the floor and then I turned it upside down and managed to trap the little bugger under it. After disposing of the mouse I went back to pick up the stuff I'd dumped on the floor. One of the items was a bankbook for a savings account. Out of curiosity I opened it and was surprised to see that it was for a current account and that it had a balance of $33,618.12 and that the date of the last deposit was one week ago. The rest of the papers were bank statements, addressed to Velma at the lounge, and they showed that in addition to the savings account, Velma had a checking account with a balance of $3,287.62. I knelt there stunned by the discovery and wondered just what the hell was going on. I put everything back where I found it and went into the kitchen, made myself a stiff drink and tried to figure out what to do.

That night I was parked outside the lounge at what was supposed to be Velma's regular quitting time. At 9:15 she came out the front door dressed in her street clothes and stood waiting by the curb. She waited about two minutes and then a car pulled up, Velma got in, and the car drove away. I followed it at what I hopped was a safe distance and I was not all that surprised when their destination turned out to be a motel. It was three hours before she came out of the motel room and was driven back to lounge to get her car. I beat her home and was in bed pretending to be asleep when she got home. She undressed and came straight to bed and I felt her lips fasten onto my cock. When she had sucked on me enough to insure that I would be awake she swung over me and pushed her hot, wet pussy into my mouth. Hot and wet, only now I knew why - the wet had come out of the head of another man's cock. Knowing that did not stop me from eating Velma out and why should it? I'd been doing it for over six months now and it hadn't hurt me yet. The sex we had that night was intense. I just could not get enough of Velma and it seemed to be all right with her.

For the next two weeks I waited outside the lounge and every night but two were the same. Velma would get off work and go to a motel with some guy and when she came home that night her cum filled pussy would always be shoved in my face. The other two nights were a different story. On one of them she got into a van and was driven to the motel, but when she got out, four guys got out of the van with her, not one. That night when she got home a veritable river ran out of her and into my mouth. The other time was the only time I got to see her in action. She came out of the lounge and walked out to the parking lot and got in one of the parked cars. I got out of my car and made my way to a place were I could see what was going on. Velma was in the front seat, naked from the waist up and she was sucking a guy's cock while he played with her 38C tits. After about five minutes she pulled her head back and I saw the guys cum squirt out of the head of his cock, then he and Velma got in the back seat and I watched as he fucked her. The image of her high-heeled feet waving around in the air as his ass kept moving up and down between her legs still makes me hard. It has been eight months since I found her savings book and once a month or so I check the balance and it continues to grow. I wondered what she was going to do with the money and how she was going to explain it to me some day. Then last Friday I noticed a withdrawal from her savings of $31,000. Yesterday I came home from work to find a brand new Ford F-350 Super Duty Crew Cab parked in the driveway. It had a big ribbon tied around it and a card under the windshield wiper. It read:

Happy Birthday Baby

Love,

 Velma

P.S. Don't worry, I'm making enough in tips to make the payments

I don't know, and I'm not ready to ask her why she is so hot to fuck me after being fucked by one of her customers, or what need of hers is fulfilled by having me eat their cum out of her. I only know that I am extremely turned on knowing that she is fucking other men and coming home to me. And, for right now at least, I don't want it to stop. 



Velma's Diary



Dear Diary, 

How am I supposed to know if he really likes me? Is it only my body he is after or does he want to get to know what is inside of my heart?

Why do I fall so fast? Why can't I take life slow? Am I afraid that if I don't I will let the right person slip away?

Why can't I let my past be exactly that? It seems as if every time I think I can put my past in the past, it comes comes back to bite me in the ass. 

Why does this have to be so confusing? My heart says go while my head says stop. Why is it every time I feel like I might be able to give my heart, my head seems to get in the way?

Velma

Dear Diary,

How is it that I can't stop thinking about this guy? It feels almost like an addiction. When I don't talk to him, it feels as if I am going through withdrawal symptoms. 

Every time I see or hear from him, I can not stop smiling. Crazy part about it is how happy he is every time he sees me. It feels wonderful to have someone in my life who is as happy to see me as I am to see him. Each time we see each other, my eyes light up like a Christmas tree. 

Everyone knew the moment that we first started seeing each other. I know I should care about the people I work with talking but the truth is that I don't really care who talks. All I have to say is let them talk. I really don't care what anyone else thinks of me any more. It is about time that I start making myself happy. Being around him is one of the things that makes me the happiest I've been in a long, long time. 

Velma

 Dear Diary,

What is about me that seems to scream here I am break my heart in two? Do I have a tattoo on me that is only visible to the male of the species? If I do, then I where the heck can I get it removed? It just feels as if all I do is invite heartache in. Do I doom my own relationships from the very beginning or is it just the guys I choose to get involved with?

Why is it that I just can not live in the moment instead of over analyzing every move I make? Am I crazy or what? So many people have told me to just enjoy the ride and stop thinking about the possibility of it ending. Damn it! Why can't I just do that?  

Am I the reason that my relationships go south so quickly? Is it because I listen so much to my head instead of listening to my heart? This is just getting so frustrating I could seriously scream.

Velma

Dear Diary, 

Just what is it about this world that makes me smile. What is it about this guy that puts a huge grin on my face? I have no idea. All I know is that every time I think about him, I feel this warm glow deep inside me. It is as if someone lit a fire deep within my soul. Oh god, I am talking like a fool . Yet every word I say is true. How is it that one person can turn your world upside down completely? How is that when are with a person it can feel like time just stops? How can one person make the world just seem to make the entire world disappear? I don't know but he does all of this and so much more. He makes me feel more aware than ever before . When he is around the sun seems a little bit brighter and the birds' song seems even cheerier. 

Velma 

 Dear Diary, 

Today I have decided it is time for me to live my life for me. Time to let the demons of my past go. While I know this change will not happen in a day I also realize that I need to do this in order to improve my life. 

Change takes time everyone I talk to says. I am not a patient person though. I want them when I want and that is that. This slow process of trying to change my life starts to aggravate and frustrate the living hell out of me. They tell me good things come to those who wait but all I want to do is ask them why I can't have my good things right now. 

I guess that I have to work on that too. I acknowledge that I have my faults. Now that I have acknowledged it, it is time to get to work. 

Velma 



Velma's Sweater Meats



The Scooby Gang decided to take a few days off from catching ghosts and solving mysteries. It's New Year's Eve and the gang decided to stay in and watch movies together. However, Freddy and Daphne were really into the hot, love scene that came up on the scene. The two started making out on the couch, next to Shaggy and Velma.

"Hey you guys get a room," complained Shaggy.

Shaggy has always been jealous of Freddy but never showed it. He hated Freddy because of his good looks, charms, and the fact that, he has been banging Daphne for over a year and Shaggy has yet to score with anyone because he is the complete opposite of good looking Freddy. He wasn't attractive, barely took baths, and was very shy around girls. Shaggy sometimes wishes that he was the man that Freddy was.

Velma on the other hand, was nowhere near Daphne's hot looks. Velma sometimes wished that she didn't have the framed glasses, freckles, the red hair duo, which reminded everybody of the Beetles, and the extra fat on her skin. Velma was ashamed of her body and always wore thick and bulky sweaters to cover up her thickness. She wasn't totally fat but not as skinny as spoiled and rich Daphne.

Freddy and Daphne headed upstairs to finish what they started. Shaggy stayed downstairs and continued watching movies with their trusty dog Scooby Doo. Velma went upstairs to change clothes and head to bed.

"Some New Year's! I'm always alone on New Year's except around the rest of the gang. Freddy has Daphne and Shaggy has Scooby in a weird way. I've got nobody. For once I wish I could get a kiss or even have sex on the dawning of a New Year. Guess I really don't have anything to look forward to next year either," Velma said with a doubting voice. 

Velma usually slept wearing sweaters because if anyone were to rob them, they wouldn't be able to see her chubby body.

As Velma was trying to sleep, bedsprings, loud moaning, and other noises could be heard from Freddy's room. She got out of bed and went out into the hallway. Velma saw that Freddy's room was open, just wide enough for someone to see all of the action. 

Velma was curious as to how real people have sex. Velma is a huge virgin in just about everything. She tiptoed up to the door and watched as Freddy was pounding the hell out of Daphne's pussy. He was on top of Daphne with her long, skinny legs, wrapped around his waist.

Velma's small perils became enormous as she was seeing her first, real time sex act in person. She started to feel weird on certain parts of her body. Velma has felt horny before but never like this. She watched closely as Freddy sat up, but continued stuffing Daphne's soaked cunt with his dick. 

All Velma could really see was Freddy's ass and the motions of him, pushing his cock between Daphne's pussy lips. Freddy's hands were wrapped tight around Daphne's big fake 34DD titties as they bounced up and down on her chest.

Sweat started to form on Velma's forehead and her face became red. It was almost like Velma was having sex with Freddy from the way her body started to heat up.

"Hey Velma? What are you doing?" asked Shaggy, who came up behind her.

"Shaggy!" You startled me," said Velma as she quickly turned around.

Shaggy took a peek inside Freddy's room and saw his crush being rammed hard in the doggy-style position by the man he was jealous of.

"Oh man! I didn't want to see this," said Shaggy.

"Let's go to my room and leave these two alone," Velma suggested.

Velma and Shaggy looked one last time inside Freddy's room and saw him unloading hot, thick layers of his cum across Daphne's large breasts and nipples. Both Shaggy and Velma were disappointed in their own right.

Velma and Shaggy headed to her room, but once she opened the door, her room was all nice and neat, and she didn't want a dirty person like Shaggy inside her room.

"Why don't we go to your room, Shaggy?" Velma suggested.

"Are you sure?" Shaggy asked.

"Yes, I just remembered that my room is being exterminated for cockroaches," Velma made up.

Shaggy just scratched his head and went along with her.

The two entered Shaggy's domain. That's what the sign on his door said.

Clothes, beer cans, dog food, shoes, and much, much more were cluttered all over Shaggy's floor.

"God Shaggy, don't you ever clean up?" Velma said with a disgusted voice.

"Sure, once a month. This is actually the cleanest my room has ever been," Shaggy said.

Velma immediately spotted pictures of Playboy centerfolds and other half or completely naked women on his wall.

"God Shaggy, you're a pervert," Velma blurred out.

"Why thank you," Shaggy replied.

"I've never been in your room, but now I'm glad I've never entered," Velma said. 

Velma took a bottle of wine that Shaggy had on his dresser and started drinking it straight from the bottle. Velma wasn't a drinker, but since her life was already in hell, she decided to make the best of it.

"I'm glad we took this vacation. Catching ghosts is a really scary job. Why can't we just work on Halloween?" Shaggy questioned.

"Are you still a virgin, Shaggy?" Velma blurred out.

"WHAT!" said a stunned Shaggy.

"Are you still the big V?" Velma rephrased.

"What do you think?" Shaggy responded.

"If you are, I won't tell," said Velma.

"Well...you see...well...yes," Shaggy hesitated to say.

"And let me guess. You wanted Daphne to be your first?"

"How did you know that? Has Scooby been talking to you? I'm going to beat the shit out of that dog," Shaggy said angrily.

"No dumb ass, dogs don't talk. I'm looking straight at a huge picture of a big-breasted naked lady with Daphne's head on it. That's how I know."

"Oh, well, I was only kidding about beating Scooby. I would never hurt my dog," Shaggy said with a small smirk.

"What is there about Daphne that attracts you to her - her face, her personality which isn't a good one, her money, what?"

"Well. She is hot. I don't mind the personality. She's loaded with money and she has big boobs."

"Yeah, Shaggy, brought and paid for tits. Those things aren't natural. None of those girls that you have on your wall have natural big breasts," Velma informed Shaggy.

"And? What's your point? Women with big fake boobs can be just as hot as women with big, natural boobs. Those kinds of girls barely exist around here."

"I hate that word boobs."

"Ok. What about tits, titties, melons, chi chi's, ta ta's, jugs, hooters? Only if ghost women had big tits, I wouldn't be much afraid."

"Shut up, Shaggy," said Velma interrupting him.

Velma took another guzzle of the bottle of wine and threw the empty bottle to the floor. She quickly launched herself on top of Shaggy and had him pinned down on his bed.

"God, Velma, you're like a wild animal tonight. I've never seen you like this? You must drink more often," Shaggy said.

Velma let out a small giggle.

"Shaggy, what do you think about me?" Velma asked curiously.

"Well...um...let's see...well, Velma, you're a nice girl. Very smart. Got nice glasses. Have the legendary Beetle's hair cut," Shaggy mumbled on.

"No, Shaggy, I mean do you think I'm just as pretty as Daphne?"

"Velma? Sorry to disappoint you but no," Shaggy said bluntly. "You're somewhat attractive in your own right. You're neither super ugly nor a hot playboy cover girl like Daphne. If I had to rate you from a scale between 1 and 10, I would give you a 4 1/2. You're on the edge of cuteness."

"Thank you, Shaggy. You're been a big help. And speaking of big, what is that you're poking me with?" Velma questioned.

Shaggy gave a small smirked.

Without even knowing, Shaggy has sprouted a boner from Velma being on top of him.

"I believe it's my dick, Velma. I almost forgot that you're never felt one before," Shaggy answered.

"Good Lord, Shaggy, you're disgusting, but it's somewhat flattering considering that no guy has ever sprung a boner for me. I was certain that my looks would have made your dick even smaller."

"Even smaller!" Shaggy said infuriated. 

"Oh! I'm sorry, Shaggy. I didn't mean to upset you," Velma apologized.

"It's ok, Velma, just watch what you say about my penis. It's not small. In fact, a few girls could tell you that it isn't," Shaggy explained.

"I thought you were a virgin?

"I've done other things, Velma. Catch up."

"Like what?" Velma asked curiously.

"Well...like...Getting head from a hooker, receiving a hand job from a nice neighbor."

"You're sick, Shaggy." 

Suddenly, Velma and Shaggy were thrown off their conversation by the sounds of Daphne, screaming and hollering for her life followed by moans and dirty talk. Hearing that caused Shaggy's sprouted boner to grow even more.

"I see Daphne's voice really turns you on? Doesn't it, Shaggy?"

"And? What if it does?" Shaggy said.

"I bet I would be much better at screaming and hollering and moaning out your name then Daphne ever could. I've got something or somethings that rich old Daphne doesn't."

"And what's that?" Shaggy asked curiously.

"Real breasts."

"Real breasts? Hmm. I don't think any of us has ever seen what your body looks like in a bikini, Velma?" Shaggy explained.

"That's because I don't like showing off my body like Daphne does. She has become a little slut and it makes me sick. I was blessed with natural breasts that would be too big for her."

"Too big?" Shaggy rephrased.

"Yes, I have a much bigger bra size then Daphne though you could never tell with my sweaters on. I was saving the pleasures of seeing my breasts to the love of my life. Seems like I'm going to be waiting for a long time, and my breasts don't have that much time before they sag in another 40 or 50 years from now."

"Who would have known, Velma. You of all people having big tits. Why don't you prove it and show me," Shaggy dared Velma.

"Ok, if I have to prove it, then I will."

Velma got up off of Shaggy and went over to the door and closed it, shutting out most of the moaning and hollering from Daphne and Freddy down the hall. She kicked off her shoes and lifted up her bulky sweater, revealing an astonishing sport bra, covering up another regular bra. It did very little to hide the fact that Velma did have big breasts.

"Holy Shit!" gasped a shocked Shaggy.

Shaggy started rubbing his eyes to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. Besides from her potbelly, Velma was stacked and nearly busting out of her tight bra and sports bra. Most of her fat on was definitely on her chest.

"Zoinks! Velma! My God! Where did you get those things? Where have they been?" Shaggy questioned as he was mind boggled.

"I told you. They're real. I've had big breasts since junior high. The kids would pick on me and call me names like "big tits" or "bouncer." Besides I bounced a lot under my shirts especially in gym class. It was hard to contain them from losing control completely under my shirts. At first I thought that the gym teacher must have hated me a lot because he would make me run the most laps around the track every day. Then I realized that he just wanted to watch my huge breasts bounce and jiggle for his delight. Kids teased him because he would always leave gym class with a big stiffer. So that's why I wear this huge sweater so that guys would want to talk to me and not my breasts." 

Shaggy really wasn't paying attention to most of what Velma was saying. His large eyes had drifted from her face to her massive chest, trying to burn a hole right through her bras.

"You like them don't you, Shaggy? Better then Daphne's plastic ones, right?"

"Oh yes!" Shaggy agreed as Velma's breasts memorized him.

Velma started unhooking her bra from under the sports bra. Once she undid the snaps, she removed the bra and held it out for Shaggy to touch.

"Go head, Shaggy, feel my bra. Read the tag to see just how big I am," Velma urged as her huge breasts wobbled slightly with her moments, inside her sports bra.

Shaggy's cock was extremely hard as he grabbed the bra and started feeling the soft, cotton cups. The cups were massively large and could fit Shaggy's head inside. Shaggy planted his face inside one of the cups to smell Velma's sweet sense. He immediately fell in love with Velma's sweater meats.

Shaggy let out a sigh and read the bra's tag.

"Zoinks! 48EEE!!" Shaggy said astonished.

Shaggy glanced at Velma's chest, and it looked like she packed two basketballs inside her sports bra.

"That's right. I'm way bigger then Daphne and mine are real. I'll show you."

Velma started swaying her massive breasts from side to side inside her extremely stretched sports bra. Shaggy watched and immediately became hypnotized by the luscious jugs. Slowly and with rhythm, Velma moved her upper body to and fro, making her giant tits swing from side to side on her chest. 

Shaggy had his tongue completely hanging over the side of his mouth, making a huge puddle of drool on his green shirt.

"Wow Shaggy! If you can barely take my breasts being contained, I don't know what you'll do if you saw them bare," Velma said followed by a small laugh. "But I guess we'll have to find out."

Velma took hold of the bottom of her sports bra and peeled it up to her neck, making her immense tits tremble out in all their juicy glory.

"Zoinks!" said Shaggy as he started gasping for air and couldn't believe his eyes. A gigantic breasted woman has been in the Scooby Gang for years and he had never known it. The _expression on Shaggy's face looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Velma's breasts naturally hung low on her chest. Then sloped outwards, toppled by pinkish areolas, which were about five inches wide with chewable thick nipples in the center of them. Her breasts slowly curved in and settled at her lowest ribs. While sitting down, Velma's gigantic breasts rested upon her potbelly and rubbed closely together, forming some fantastic, dick fucking cleavage. All Shaggy could do at this point was watch Velma's shivering breasts come to a jiggling end after being released from their container.

"God, Velma!" Shaggy gasped. "You're fucking enormous! I had no idea that large orange sweater could cover up such massive melons!"

"See, Shaggy, my breasts are a lot better then that slut Daphne's," Velma responded. "This is making me all wet Shaggy. I've got to see your cock, but first..."

Velma stopped herself from saying anything else as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her drenching wet panties. Shaggy could smell Velma's sweet pussy aroma as his big dick was aching to be free.

"Want to see what I'm hiding down here, Shaggy?" Velma asked in a sweet voice.

"Sure, Velma, but I don't think I'll ever be able to recover from seeing your huge tits for the first time," Shaggy responded.

"But first I must see that big dick of yours."

Velma pushed Shaggy onto the bed and immediately took off his huge shoes first. Her massive breasts were dragging up and down Shaggy's skinny clothed legs. Shaggy couldn't take his eyes off them.

"You know what they say about men with big feet, Shaggy?" Velma quoted.

Velma started unfastening Shaggy's jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. A large dent in his underwear was formed, indicating Shaggy was ready to burst. And what made Shaggy even harder were Velma's soft breasts were now touching his bare legs, poking her hard nipples into his skin.

"Mmmm, Shaggy, I had no idea," moaned Velma. "My very first cock and it's a big one."

Velma started bushing her hands over Shaggy's underwear-covered cock. She lightly dragged her fingers up and down the large dent. Shaggy wanted nothing more then to release his cock and fuck Velma until both their bodies were emptied of cum but decided to let Velma have her fun for a while.

Velma finally took hold of the tops of Shaggy's underwear and peeled them down, springing his massive cock free, aimed directly at her. Velma gasped and jumped back slightly after it was released. Her huge tits wobbled and shook with her movements. That brought joy to Shaggy's unshaved face.

"Genkies! How big is this sucker, Shaggy?" Velma asked.

"I would have to say 9 inches. It's been a while since I measured it."

Shaggy's cock was pulsing from Velma's touch. She wrapped her hands around the base of it and slowly began to stroke all the way up to his mushroom head. Her thumbs started rubbing the edges of his cockhead that sent tingles through Shaggy's pasty, skinny body. Velma then started pulling and jerking Shaggy's cock, pushing it back against Shaggy's stomach and watching it spring back up at her.

"I've always wanted to play with the real thing. My dildos were never this fixable."

"Is that right?" questioned Shaggy in between gasping for air as Velma jerked harder on his twitching cock. "Oh God, Velma, I'm going to cum!" 

Velma continued jerking and stroking his long cock. Sure enough, Shaggy felt his balls tighten and the cum ready to be released into his shaft and out his pee hole.

"Just...just a few more," Shaggy moaned as Velma massaged Shaggy's balls with one hand and continued to jerk him off in the other.

Velma stuck her face up close to Shaggy's cockhead, which was a mistake for her because Shaggy started cumming like a geyser. Thick layers of cum drenched Velma's framed glasses and smeared all over her forehead, nose, and parts of her cheeks. The rest of Shaggy's cum oozed down Velma's hand and his balls.

"That was your first ever facial, Velma," joked Shaggy as he was catching his breath.

"Genkies, Shaggy, that was incredible," gasped Velma. "What a geyser!"

Velma removed her sports bra completely and wiped the cum off her freckled face and glasses.

"That was exciting, Shaggy. We must do that again," Velma replied.

"That was the first time I've ever cum prematurely, Velma. You must have miracle hands or something?" Shaggy said surprised.

"What can I say, Shaggy, I've got many hidden talents, which I am willing to show you during our first sexual experience."

Velma folded her arms inwards, ballooning out her soft mammoth tits and said, "Perhaps later, you could cum on these babies and get them drenching in your semen, Shaggy."

Her fat nipples looked like eyes to Shaggy, staring and taunting him as they jolted from her massive areolas.

"Go head, Shaggy, touch them," Velma urged Shaggy.

Shaggy saw the white light of heaven, shinning down on Velma's giant breasts. He reached out and gripped as much of the front part of her breasts as he could. Her hard nipples pressed into his palms as Shaggy began to massage Velma's jugs. He moved his hands over every inch of Velma's breasts, cupping them from the bottoms and feeling them overflowing in mass over his hands and forearms.

"Zoinks! These things are incredible, Velma."

Velma could see Shaggy's cock starting to grow again as he played with her breasts as if he was making bread, kneading and squeezing her spongy tit flesh in every way possible, sinking his fingers deep into her smooth skin as her tit flesh flowed through his fingers.

"Mmmmmm, Shaggy, that's it. I never knew how wonderful someone else's hands would feel upon my breasts," Velma moaned as she closed her eyes and continued to feel a powerful orgasmic sensation flowing through her body by Shaggy's rough massaging of her tits.

Shaggy scissored Velma's fat nipples between his fingers and pulled and stretched them from her wide areolas, stretching her enormous breasts away from her chest. He started jiggling her massive melons by the nipples, making them quiver and wobble like giant jell-o cones. Shaggy's cock was back extremely hard just from the tit play alone.

Velma grabbed Shaggy's hard cock and started stroking rapidly on it as he twisted and twitched her nipples. Shaggy's room was full of their moans of enjoyment and pleasure.

"Fuck me, Shaggy. Fuck me now!" urged a hot and flushed Velma.




Velma's Sweater Meats



Shaggy lied back down and Velma climbed up onto the bed and straddled his crotch. She kept his lubricated cock in her hands and eased it between her lubricated pussy walls.

"Genkies, Shaggy, it feels... so good inside me," moaned Velma.

Shaggy let go of Velma's colossal breasts and hiked up her skirt to her waist, so he could see her hairy pussy grinding against his cock. His hands grabbed onto Velma's well-rounded ass and began to rock her crotch with his.

Velma placed both her hands on Shaggy's chest and started rocking with Shaggy's movements, back and forth against his crotch.

"OOHHHH SHAGGY! AHHHHH!"

Shaggy lifted up his legs and started thrusting his cock deeper and harder inside her cunt. Her breasts were moving up and down Shaggy's broad, pasty chest, completely engulfing his chest with her mammoth jugs. Shaggy looked down her sweaty cleavage and started pounding her virgin snatch harder and faster.

"Zoinks, Velma, your insides feel so...warm and wet. Mmmmm!" moaned Shaggy as he pushed his entire cock up her snatch and rested inside her for a few seconds. Then he resumed thrusting, balls deep within her pussy.

Velma lifted her sweaty chest up a little bit so her huge tits ballooned out between her folded arms, making a wonderful rippling effect in front of Shaggy's face caused by his deep penetrations.

"OHHH YESS! Oh Shaggy! You know how to work your big dick. My pussy is burning...feels like it is on fire...Oh God! Shaggy!" moaned Velma.

Shaggy used both his hands to cup her left massive breast and squeezed it into a cone shape before taking the nipple between his lips. While sucking on the nipple, his tongue flickered over it repeatedly, sending more powerful chills through Velma's voluptuous body.

"Suck my tit, Shaggy. Oh baby, Suck it! Mmmmm, suck it, Shaggy. What a wonderful feeling your mouth is..." Her voice trailed off as she started moaning heavily and breathing faster.

Velma began to orgasm as Shaggy chewed and sucked on her nipple while squeezing her huge tit against his face. Her other tit flopped wildly on Shaggy's chest.

Velma started bouncing her ass up and down Shaggy's thighs, pushing her cunt down on Shaggy's big dick until his balls were pressed against her pussy walls.

Shaggy switched tits and started sucking on her left one, cramming his mouth with as much of her tit flesh as possible. He managed to get her areola inside his mouth and used his tongue to circle around it and furiously licked at her nipple.

Both Shaggy and Velma's bodies were sweaty and flushed. Velma started reaching her climax, and Shaggy felt he was close to reaching his. He buried his face between Velma's sweaty jugs and licked at her salty cleavage while the spongy and soft flesh of Velma's breasts surrounded his head. His hands returned to Velma's jiggling ass and squeezed her ass cheeks hard as he released a series of moans in Velma's cleavage.

Velma sat up, releasing Shaggy from her cleavage and held her flopping breasts as she rode his cock harder and faster. Shaggy could hardly see Velma's face as her massive bulk of tits, flopped outwards at him. Velma's pussy clamped around Shaggy's big dick as she released her massive tits and clung onto his shoulders, releasing a powerful orgasm and cumming all over his thrusting cock and balls.

"GGGenkiesss!!" hollered Velma as she felt Shaggy releasing a massive load of his cum into her drenching snatch.

The two clung onto each other as Shaggy emptied his balls inside her. Cheek to cheek, body squished against body, Velma and Shaggy held onto each other as their climaxes were over. Slowly, both Velma and Shaggy caught their breaths and Velma rolled off of Shaggy and lied next to him. Her enormous, sweaty breasts expanded across her arms and chest. Both of their thighs and crotches were glistening in their juices.

"Genkies. So this is what it feels like having sex?" Velma questioned. 

"Yeah," replied Shaggy. "Let's get high and see how sex is then?"

"Okay," Velma agreed.

So Shaggy and Velma got high and resumed their private fucking sessions. 

Freddy and Daphne had finished fucking like wild animals and heard moaning and screaming sounds coming from Shaggy's room.

"I wonder what the hell Shaggy is doing in his room?" asked Freddy curiously.

"I wonder who is Shaggy doing in his room?" questioned Daphne as she rubbed her hands all over Freddy's soft cock.

"Why don't we go find out?" Fredd suggested, giving Daphne's big left tit a squeeze.

Freddy and Daphne throw on robes and headed down the hall to Shaggy's noisy room.

"Wow! Shaggy is really working some girl in his room," commented Freddy as the moaning noises got louder and the bedsprings were springing louder.

"OH FUCK SHAGGY! FUCK MY PUSSY HARD! SUCK MY HUGE NATURAL BREASTS!" cried Velma as she rode Shaggy like a bucking bronco. "OHHHHH SHAAAAGGY!"

"VELMA!!" shouted a shocked Daphne after Freddy opened the door.

"OH MY GOD! VELMA! SHE'S FUCKING HUGE!" gasped Freddy as his facial expression was like he had just seen a ghost.

"ZOINKS! said a shocked and out of breath Shaggy as Velma and him started ejaculating their juices in one another crotches.

To be continued...