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The Supermarket Ch. 01

By: LitRiter



Jerry Pemberton adjusted his green apron after setting out the onions. He was feeling pretty good. At nineteen, Jerry was pretty much running the produce department of the market while Ollie Anderson, the Produce Manager, sat in the back watching football on his portable T.V. Jerry was earning money, saving up to go to school in the Fall, and he had the hottest little honey of a girlfriend, Janey Eaton. She'd turned eighteen four months earlier, and he'd tapped her ass almost daily since, and what a sweet ass it was.

He felt a hand grab his butt and turned with a start to find Janey standing right behind him. Her long honey blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders, her big bright blue eyes sparkling mischievously. She was five foot six barefoot, five-ten in the heels she wore at the moment, much closer to his six foot one. She wore a white silk long-sleeved blouse and a hot black pencil skirt with black stockings and pumps with a stiletto heel. He couldn't help but kiss her.

"Hey Baby," Janey said, hanging off of his neck, "I'm sorry I'm going out of town this weekend, but I'll do something really nice to you when I get back on Tuesday." Jerry felt his cock roll over and start to get up in his pants at the promise.

"No worries, Baby," Jerry said, looking around nervously. He didn't want to be caught with Janey like that by Mr. Willis or another manager. "I'll see you when you get back. Um, what kind of really nice thing?"

Janey giggled girlishly, "Something I read in Cosmo," she said mysteriously.

Spotting Mr. Willis coming toward them, Jerry said, "I gotta go. Are you going to hang around?"

"I have to pick up a few things for home," Janey said, moving away from him, and Jerry pushed his cart into the back to gather more produce to restock. He rolled back out minutes later with a load of bagged potatoes. Over at the lettuce, her back directly to him, Janey was bent over, the pencil skirt hugging her ass and making his cock stir again.

Jerry sneaked up from behind and he leaned over her, grabbing both of her tits in his hands and pressing his hard cock against her ass hard enough to make her really feel it even through all of their layers of clothes, including his heavy apron. He noticed her perfume as he whispered into her ear, "I can't wait to slam my cock into your little pussy until you scream."

But at that moment, several things occurred to Jerry all at once. Janey didn't like perfume. Janey had been wearing pumps, not calf-length black leather boots. And most distressing of all, the generous D-cups he found filling his hands to overflowing, vastly out weighed Janey's creamy perfect little B-cups.

Jerry released her breasts and stood up, stepping back as his face flushed deep crimson. The woman he had groped rose too, and she was the same height as Janey, but her hair was styled differently, and the blouse was silk, but again, a different style from Janey's. She turned, and he saw that it was Mrs. Helen Erickson, his friend Kevin Erickson's mom, and she was almost as red as he was.

She looked absolutely pissed! Her green eyes flashed, and her full, red lips parted and her nostrils flared. "Jerry Pemberton!" she growled ominously, and she swung her hand forward and up, grabbing him by his unit and twisting. His knees went weak and tears filled his eyes, but he saw her expression change slightly, her eyes darting down momentarily before returning to his.

"Is this how you treat people in your store?" Mrs. Erickson said with quiet menace. She didn't release her death grip on his cock. He shook his head, freeing a tear to run down his cheek. "You like to grind your privates against strangers and tell them you want to fuck them while you maul their tits?"

"I-I thought y-you were Janey!" Jerry said, then winced as he remembered that Janey was Kevin's cousin, Mrs. Erickson's niece.

"You slam your cock into Janey's pussy until she screams?" Mrs. Erickson asked quietly. "How long have you been doing that? She's only just eighteen, and you're what? Twenty?"

"I'm nineteen," he groaned, the agony not subsiding. The bitch would not release his throbbing cock! "And only since she turned eighteen! A few times!"

"A few times three? Or a few times fifty?" Mrs. Erickson hissed.

"A few times a week since her birthday!" Jerry whined softly. "Please, Mrs. Erickson, you're hurting my, I mean, you're hurting me!"

She moved closer, eye to eye with him as he hunched over, and she whispered, "How would you like to slam your fat cock into my pussy until I scream?"

Oh shit, Jerry thought, feeling his cock surge with life. Mrs. Erickson had been every guy's fantasy since he was twelve. Her picture was in the dictionary next to the word "MILF". Hell, Jerry thought, he wasn't even sure that Kevin hadn't whacked off thinking about his mom.

"Well?" she hissed, twisting his cock and noticing it was even harder, she smiled wickedly. "I see there's a part of you that finds the idea interesting."

Mrs. Erickson released him suddenly and turned to pick out two heads of lettuce. When she turned back she said, "Kevin's going out with his buddies, and I assume that means he'll be getting drunk or laid, or both. Be at my house at eight."

"I don't get off of work until seven-thirty," Jerry whined, trying to straighten out his cock in his pants through the apron.

"I don't care," Mrs. Erickson said as she put the lettuce into her cart. "Be there at eight." She walked away, pushing her cart before her, her hips swinging sensuously, and the heels of her boots clicking loudly.

* * * * *

Jerry stood in the darkness of the street outside the Erickson home. He knew that Mrs. Erickson was about forty, and that the divorce from Kevin's dad had been a long, drawn out and nasty affair, about five years earlier. He also knew that she was fucking-A hot, and that Kevin was big and could be mean, so he managed to scare away several of her suitors. In fact, Jerry was about ready to piss himself with fear of Kevin.

It was a Friday night though, and Mrs. Erickson had been right. Kevin would be out getting laid and drunk, and maybe even stoned. He probably wouldn't even be home before the next day.

Why am I hesitating? Jerry thought. He'd been dreaming about nailing Mrs. Erickson for years, and now he was going to do it! He was going to be a fucking neighborhood hero! The guy who tagged Mrs. Erickson would be legend for decades. Jerry knocked on the door. He heard someone inside invite him in, and he opened the door and entered, closing and locking the door behind him.

There was nobody in the entry, so he went into the living room to wait, and stopped in his tracks. Mrs. Erickson was reclining on a lounge, wearing a white satin and lace corset with matching bikini panties, straps from the corset holding up her white thigh high stockings, and calf length white leather boots with a heel. She was, in a word, enchanting. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she languidly stretched out on the lounge, showing off the fact that her body looked closer to thirty than forty, hell, closer to twenty!

With her honey blonde hair, green eyes, perfect features and full lips, her slender body and large breasts, her amazing legs, full hips with tight ass, she made his cock slowly rise to full attention. Slowly out of respect and awe, not any lack of desire. 

"Good evening, Jerry," she said, and her heavy lidded eyes sparkled.

"H-Hi Mrs. Erickson," Jerry replied.

"Call me Helen, Jerry. Never call me Mrs. Erickson again." She rose from the lounge and strode over to the bar, her heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. "Can I get you a drink, Jerry?"

"Sure," he said, looking around the room, feeling very strange there, remembering playing with cars on the floor and Mrs. Erickson, Helen, bringing Kevin and himself brownies and milk. She hadn't been any hotter then, even though he hadn't appreciated girls, women, yet.

She brought him a glass of amber liquid with ice, and he sipped at the whiskey. She took a sip from her own glass of white wine, and said, "So, you've been fucking Janey, then?" And Jerry coughed, choking on the burning alcohol.

Helen laughed and put her hand on Jerry's shoulder, then let it drift down to rest on his chest, feeling his lean muscles through his shirt. "Don't worry," she said with a smile, "I won't tell anyone, as long as we can both keep our little, relationship, a secret too."

Jerry nodded and took another sip of the burning whiskey. "You see, Jerry," Helen said, "I've been a very lonely woman for the last few years, since my divorce, but I'm still a living, breathing woman. A woman with needs. To make it worse, my son is a strapping young man with many handsome, virile friends. Friends like you, Jerry."

"Do you remember when you'd come over to work in my yard? I'd run around in those little shorts or skirts and tight tops. Didn't you ever wonder why I ran around in my yard wearing high heels? I waited for one of you boys to take the bait, but you never did. I started to develop quite a complex about it." Helen shook her head slowly, and her hand slid down to Jerry's six pack.

"Then you came along and teased me with that impressive package you've got, whispering dirty words into my ear and groping my tits. You took the bait and now you get to pay the piper. You win the prize, Jerry. I'm going to fuck you silly. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even think of touching yourself until after little Janey gets back from Mother's." Helen's hand continued downward until it rested on Jerry's throbbing bulge.

"You seem to have quite a package there, Jerry. Why don't you unwrap it for me?" Helen returned to the lounge and sat, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her widespread thighs, giving him a clear, uninterrupted view down her ample cleavage to her satin covered pussy.

"I don't understand what you mean," Jerry said uncomfortably, and Helen laughed again.

"I mean, take of your damned clothes and let me see what I've gotten myself into." She paused and then corrected, "Or rather, what's going to get into me."

Jerry watched Helen as he undressed, amazed by her resemblance to Janey. He thought about being married to and fucking Janey for twenty years, and still waking up next to a woman as beautifully sexy as Helen. He peeled off his shirt and heard her sigh when his muscular chest and six pack were exposed, then he kicked off his shoes and dropped his black denim pants, showing off his muscular, hair covered legs. He used his feet to peel off his socks, unceremonious but it was his usual method, and then he dropped his briefs, his cock springing free and bouncing in front of him, fully erect.

Helen giggled and clapped, her eyes sparkling. "Good show, Jerry! It's a good thing I didn't know what you were packing before you reached eighteen! Oh, Jerry, it's marvelous!"

Jerry had had about enough of this foolishness. He strode quickly over to Helen and pushed her back onto the lounge, taking her face in his large, powerful hand. "Listen, I'm sick of your laughing and teasing. You want to be fucked? I'll show you how I like to fuck." He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her hard, his hand finding the waistband of her little satin and lace panties and tearing them away easily as she moaned into his mouth.

He put his hand on her cunt and found it wet and hot, and he pushed her legs wide with his thighs and, using his arm on the edge of the lounge for balance, rammed his cock into her tight confines. "Oh god, yes!" Helen cried, her nails digging into Jerry's back. He pumped his cock into her slowly, feeling her cunt contracting, grabbing him, and becoming slicker and more wet as he moved inside her.

One of her leather boots hooked up behind him, pressing against his lower back, as Helen cried out, "Fuck me, Jerry! That's it, fuck me!" Her cunt was really milking him, like Janey's when she came, but Helen wasn't coming. It just felt so damned good! "Tell me you like my pussy, Jerry, oh god fuck me harder!"

Jerry sped up his pace, fucking Helen faster and harder. "You've got a great pussy. God, it feels great!"

"Fuck me harder, Jerry!" Helen cried, her nails digging into his back and scraping down to his sides, again and again. And Jerry fucked her harder still, his big, hairy ballsack slapping against her ass with each slamming impact. But she felt so tight, so good, and he was having trouble concentrating...

"Yes, Jerry, like that! Oh my god, I'm going to come, Jerry! Helen thrashed under him, her nails scratching his back to ribbons, her hips rising to meet every thrust so that each impact made a wet slapping sound. Helen released his back and put her hands on his shoulders, and her other leg joined the one behind his back.

"Oh christ, Jerry, don't stop!" Helen screamed, and Jerry felt the bite of her nails into his shoulders at the same time her cunt bore down hard on his cock, and he felt a rush of wetness run up the length of him and then something dripping from his balls. Her cunt was crushing against his hardness in waves, the waves in time with the bite and scratching of her nails on his shoulders, and he saw her face had twisted like she was hurting badly, like Janey's did when she came hard.

The constant hard milking, the tightness of her, the sight of her orgasm on him, it all melded together in Jerry and he felt his own come roiling up from deep within, his cum rushing along the length of him and then spurting hard from his cock, deep inside Helen. He shook with the release, pumping hard into her several more times by instinct.

His cock had finished spilling his seed, but Helen's cunt continued to crush against him rhythmically, drawing out every last drop of him and pulling it deep inside of her. Oh god, he thought suddenly, and he pulled his cock out slowly, fighting her internal suction, and finally freed his still hard cock from inside of her. The gush of fluid, including the thick white spunk he thought to be his own, didn't quiet his nerves.

"Shit!" Jerry hissed, angry at himself.

"What?" Helen moaned, dazed and smiling, a finger twirling her hair absently.

"I came in you," Jerry said.

"Wasn't it delicious?" Helen asked.

"What if I knoc-made you pregnant?"

Helen laughed a little, then hugged her belly, feeling some discomfort. "Darling, dear, fabulous man! I'm a grown up girl, you don't need to worry. I'm not planning on trapping you into marriage."

She moaned softly, and then Helen said softly, "Jerry, carry me up to my bed, please?" He slipped his arms under her and lifted her easily, and she put her arm around his neck, stinging him for some reason. Helen laid her head against his shoulder as he carried her up the stairs and down the hallway to her bedroom, and then laid her gently on her bed.

As he set her down he saw blood on her arm, and exclaimed. Helen looked distractedly at the blood and wiped it, then looked at Jerry with a smile and said, "Not mine." Jerry panicked, looking at his shoulders and down his back as far as he could see, and saw the livid streaks her nails had ripped into his flesh.

"Goddammit!" Jerry hissed. "What are you, a wildcat?"

Helen purred, looking at him through orgasm heavy eyelids, "Queen of the cougars, Baby." She stretched, looking damned sexy, and she said, "Jerry, stop your foolishness and get into bed. I'm not finished with you yet."

Jerry climbed into the bed and laid next to Helen, resting on an elbow. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, hating that he was being forced into this, but eager to see what would come next.

Helen looked at him and smiled. "Jerry, I want you to kiss me."

Jerry leaned in and pressed his lips against Helen's, and she hungrily kissed him back. "Kiss me, Jerry," she moaned softly, "kiss each of my lips." He thought about that, and he sucked her lower lip between his. Helen moaned and then laughed lightly. "That's right, Jerry." Encouraged, Jerry softly tasted each of Helen's lips and then pushed his tongue past them into her mouth.

"Jerry!" Helen scolded when they broke, "Unless you are being rough with me, please make your kisses match the mood. Right now I'm enjoying our kissing, aren't you? I like the softness, the sweetness of your lips and tongue, your mouth and mine together. Imagine it being like sex."

"When you're hot and horny, you fuck Janey nice and hard, don't you? That's when you would shove your tongue down her throat." She paused to let that sink in, and then continued, "But sometimes you linger, you go slowly and enjoy her body. At least I hope you do. Kiss me like that."

Jerry kissed Helen softly then, their tongues dancing, tasting, exploring. Helen's tongue darted to his lips and teased them, then pressed to his tongue softly, and he returned the favor, teasing her lips and tongue, tasting her gently. He felt her fingers in his hair as she held his face to hers, kissing him deeply, and his heart began to pound.

Helen was out of breath when they broke again, and whispered, "Kiss my face. Kiss my face and then my neck, Jerry." He kissed her cheekbones, just below her eyes, and he kissed her jaw, and her chin, and then her throat, feeling her tremble when he did. "Yes, Jerry. Oh god yes," Helen moaned, her fingers still tangling in his hair.

His lips moved up her neck and he nuzzled beneath her ear, Helen making happy noises in her throat. He grasped her breasts through the corset, and Helen moaned softly. He kissed her breasts then, the sweet, creamy tops of them, pushed up as they were by her lingerie. "Yes, that's good," Helen softly said, "Take your time."

Jerry raised himself up on an elbow and he looked down her glorious body. "You look great. I mean that. You look totally sexy, but can you take this stuff off?"

Helen smiled, and he thought he saw a glimmer of a tear in her eye when she said, "Undress me." Jerry moved around and found the zipper on her boot and he slowly pulled it off, the scent of Helen's body and leather filling his head. For some reason he found the look, the feel, of her foot clad on the white nylon of her stocking to be extremely erotic. He slowly removed the other boot, experiencing the same thrill again.

He ran his palms slowly up Helen's leg from her ankle, over the swell of her calf, over and around her knee, and up her thigh to the two straps that clipped to the stocking top. Helen was shivering, quaking, and she leaned forward and showed him how to unclasp the fastenings to release the nylon. He began to slide the white nylon down her thigh, but she stopped him with a whispered, "Roll it down slowly," and he did. She raised her leg and pointed her toes.

After seeing her enjoyment of his hands on her leg, Jerry caressed her other leg and unfastened the stocking slowly, then rolled it softly down her leg, and off. Helen was breathing deeply then, and he saw affection in her eyes.

Helen rolled up to sit with her back to him, her legs tucked beneath her, and Jerry untied the lacing on the back of her corset, loosening it, and Helen raised her arms over her head so he could take it off of her. She was still sitting with her back to him when he leaned in and began placing soft kisses on her shoulder, moving to her neck and then nuzzling under her ear, as her arm came up and she ran her fingers through his hair again.

He reached around and found her breasts, so large and heavy, and he lifted them, feeling them. His fingertips found her nipples, the areolae quickly drawing up tight and hard, the nipples standing out, hard as well. Helen's head fell forward, and she breathed excitedly, enjoying his hands and his lips on her. He twisted her nipples and she moaned, "Slowly, Jerry. Not softly, just more slowly."

"You've got an amazing body," Jerry whispered, still nuzzling her neck, and Helen sighed softly and leaned back against him. He loved the feel of her soft, warm breasts in his hands, not more than Janey's, but different. He realized that he had never really taken the time to appreciate Janey's tits, or really any part of her before. He liked the way she looked, and he had certainly touched about everything there was to touch, but he hadn't really taken a moment to enjoy her body the way he was enjoying Helen.


The Supermarket Ch. 01



Helen turned and sat facing Jerry, his hands returning to her breasts as their lips met. He jumped, startled when he felt her taking his semi-stiff cock in her hands and begin to stroke him softly. She sighed into his mouth and her felt her fingers slip beneath his balls and cup them gently, roll them in her hand while the other stroked the length of him slowly.

Jerry's hands moved to Helen's shoulders and he began to push her down on the bed, but she broke their kiss. "No, Jerry," she said, eyes closed and with a slight smile. "No more fucking tonight. Tonight I want you to make love to me slowly."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, breathless and eager to fulfill any wish that she had that would allow him to put his dick into her warm, wet confines again.

Helen released him and she lay across her bed, luxuriating in the softness of the covers. "I want for you to pick out a spot on my body that you find beautiful and kiss it," she said, her hands running over her belly, "Kiss it and touch it. Then, find another spot and do the same. Show me what you like about my body and make me feel desirable."

"But that'll take all night!" Jerry whined, and Helen met his eyes with a smile and an expression of affection and gratitude.

"Thank you, Jerry. That must be close to the sweetest thing I've ever had said to me." Her voice was soft, and Jerry felt good about it, but he wasn't any happier about the delay.

He looked Helen's body over quickly. He could spend hours on her tits alone, and he'd always wanted to try eating a pussy, but the thought of sticking his tongue into a puddle of his own jizz...yuck! She was watching him, and Jerry was nervous as hell.

And then he saw it. He leaned over Helen and put his lips to the soft hollow between two ribs, where the light caught her just right and had seemed so soft and feminine. He brushed his fingers across her flat belly, reveling in her softness, and soon him mouth was there too. He saw where her heart was beating just beneath her breast, and he kissed there while his hands each moved over a breast, and he marveled at the amazingly thin skin that covered the heavy softness of them.

Helen had always been hot, but he'd never seen her like this. She was beautiful! Not a nice tits and ass with great legs, but as he explored her he found thousands of little things, almost every inch of her, that were independently beautiful and desirable. And when all of those things came together, like individual pictures that from a distance make a different, whole picture, like tiles make a mosaic, he saw that they made a uniquely wonderful woman.

His mouth moved across her breasts, around the sides and below, never coming too close to her areolae, just enjoying the softness of her skin, while his hands moved up to caress and stroke her neck. He noticed her shiver when his fingers were pressed by her ears and his thumbs ran down her throat, and he murmured, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I like that," Helen said softly, her breathing faster now. "I feel a thrill, because you could choke me if you wanted to."

Jerry's lips were on her shoulder, and then her neck, and Helen rolled slowly up onto her side as he guided her. He ran his hands over her back, kissing her shoulders and spine, until his fingers found the cool firmness of her ass. Her bottom was round and almost perfectly smooth, and he pressed his cheek to her before he kissed.

His kisses followed the curvature of her bottom, from hip to the cleft where ass became thigh, around again and to her other hip. He traced over to the very base of her spine and then kissed lower until it became more of a deep kiss, his tongue running between her full cheeks.

As he moved lower Helen's legs parted and a wave of aroma washed over him. He could smell her sex strongly, and it made his heart pound. Fighting the urge to lift her hips and enter her, Jerry instead licked and tasted her sex where it had soaked her inner thigh. By the time he'd reached nearly to her knee, Helen was breathing hard and her legs could not be still.

Jerry switched legs at her knees, and kissed and explored the inner thigh of her other leg, so soft and lovely, moving closer again to the heavy scent of her sex, tasting it more strongly the closer he got to her pussy. On impulse, Jerry used his fingers to spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing not only her anus, but the open wetness of her pussy as well. The perfume of her was so strong, and he had only a moment to reflect that everything he was seeing was more beautiful than he'd ever imagined they could be.

Helen drew back her leg and rolled over onto her back, keeping one knee bent and her legs spread. Jerry was shocked but aroused when she stroked her pussy with the fingertips of one hand. "That was glorious, Jerry," Helen breathed heavily, "I want you very much now." His cock was painfully rigid, but the sight of her glistening pussy made Jerry's mouth water.

Her labia were plump and open, revealing her pink inner flesh, and his old Health class training gave him a general map of what was where, though she didn't look like the diagrams he'd studied. Health class would have been much more popular if they had resembled Helen.

His mouth was open wide when he descended on her and he closed it gently, savoring her succulence, and finished with a kiss. Helen didn't offer suggestions, only moaned softly when he ran his tongue along her flesh. He found her clit, larger and far more evident than Janey's had ever been when under his fingers, and he licked and sucked on it, earning a hiss from Helen, followed by, "Not so hard."

Gentleness was his watchword, and he kissed, licked, and sucked every little bit of her. He gaged his success on her reactions, from impatience (which he took to mean, "Nice, but get to the good part") to a moan or cry of happiness. He took her clitoris between his teeth very gently and ran the tip of his tongue over the nub, resulting in Helen grabbing his hair and pulling it painfully. He thought at first that it was a punishment, but realized she had only been passionate about holding him right where he was.

He'd passed close to her vaginal entrance a few times, each one eliciting a whine of impatience, pleading with him to attend to her, but each time Jerry thought about his cum inside of her and he moved on to another part of her. Now, as their heat had grown to a white hot erotic flame, Jerry discovered he just didn't care anymore.

Jerry held her labia wide with his fingers and dipped his tongue inside Helen, feeling her fingers wrap painfully in his hair again as he pressed his mouth hard against her, and listening to her loud ecstatic cry. Cum be damned, Jerry was an instant devotee of cunnilingus. The intimacy he felt with her the instant his tongue entered her deeply was unlike anything he'd felt before.

Jerry loved lesbians. He'd never had a problem with them, except that in his experience (movies and TV) they always got the best looking girls. He couldn't understand a gay man wanting to suck a cock or to have a guy suck his, but lesbians were easy to understand. Of course they wanted to suck on tits and kiss girls. Who didn't? It wasn't like it worked the other way around. According to his research (again, movies and TV) even women weren't too fond of sucking cocks and anal sex. At that moment Jerry reached a level of understanding that effected him deeply. If asked, Jerry would have proclaimed himself a lesbian right then and there.

Jerry found himself addicted to pushing his tongue into Helen, running it deeply inside her and tasting her inner walls, then out again to stroke across her pussy and maybe to suck on her clit before returning to the well. Her cries and moans rewarded his efforts, and he frankly loved the way she'd tense up, her thigh muscles cording beneath her hot, smooth skin, her ass clenching hard. He'd at first assumed she was having an orgasm, but in the course of his play in her pussy she'd done it nearly ten times, so he changed his mind.

Jerry had been loving Helen's pussy for a while, he guessed, and he wanted to move on before he bored her. He looked up and was shocked to see she was bright pink, her hair matted with perspiration, and livid red streaks crossed the skin of her breasts and belly, evidence of clawing at herself with her long nails. She was panting hard and grasping her breast, and was sucking on two fingers of her other hand.

"Helen?" Jerry asked, wiping away some of the thick fluids that had accumulated on his lips, cheeks, and chin. "Are you okay?"

Helen snorted exhausted laughter and nodded slowly. "Jerry dear," she gasped out between breaths, "I'm loathe to do it," she paused, "but the next time we get together," she paused for breath again and then continued, "you're getting the blow job of your life."

Jerry smiled broadly. He didn't have any idea what was going on, but with a threat like that, he was obviously doing something right. It didn't occur to him that he wasn't planning on there ever being a "next time".

Jerry couldn't wait any longer. He kissed Helen's mouth, moving himself into position, and then he slowly and gently slid his cock into her. He watched her face as she gasped and writhed beneath him. Her wet canal fitted him tightly, the little waves of motion milking him gently, but his cock felt like an iron bar and didn't think he'd tire anytime soon. Only when he had filled her completely did he begin to roll his hips softly, trying to use his dick inside her as skillfully as he had his tongue.

He listened for her cues, her clues to her pleasure, but they weren't so obvious. She wasn't steering him now, as she had before, but rather trying to move herself against him, pumping and thrusting with her hips in search of Nirvana. He ran himself into her slowly, again and then again, feeling her twisting beneath him, pressing against him at different angles, sometimes forcefully, other times riding back from him to lessen his thrust.

And all the time, as he tried to concentrate on giving the most pleasure he could, Jerry felt sensations he'd never even imagined before. The way she was moving on him, rubbing this spot and then that one, grabbing onto him with force and contracting tightly or at times seeming to hardly resist him at all, it was driving him crazy with lustful joy.

His balls ached badly and his cock was growing more and more sensitive, and Jerry knew that he was getting close to losing control again. He looked at Helen's red, gleaming face, contorted but smiling broadly, and he placed his hands on her shoulders and put his weight on her. He began to thrust roughly into her, unable to slow or stop once he'd started, driving into her with passionate force he'd rarely felt before.

"Oh god yes!" Helen screamed, "Fuck me Jerry! Give it to me!" and as her pussy contracted hard on his cock, Jerry thrust as deeply as he could and felt his whole body tighten and tremble, condensing his being into a stream that jetted out of him and into Helen's womb. He cried out once as Helen screamed with joy, then could only moan, low and loudly as he felt the strength leave him and he collapsed onto Helen's body.

They lay tangled in one another's arms for some time, as their hearts and breathing slowed. Their bodies were wet with perspiration and they stuck together, until Helen mumbled that Jerry was too hot and pushed him off of her. Helen ran her fingertips gently across her belly, smiling softly with her eyes closed, and Jerry rose up on an elbow and watched her body as her rosy skin slowly returned to her normal complexion.

Finally, Helen opened her eyes and looked at Jerry. "Congratulations, Jerry," Helen whispered, and she stretched out across the sheets, adding "and thank you. You just made love to a woman, and very well at that." They kissed softly, and spent several long minutes basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

They showered together, spending twice as much time kissing and holding one another as washing, and then breaking out in playful giggles as they soaped and rinsed each other. They meticulously dried the others body, and Helen paused to again apologize for the deep scratches she'd put on his back and shoulders.

They returned to the bed and sat, bodies wrapped in towels. Jerry couldn't get enough of Helen's body, the way she moved, and Helen gazed admiringly at his hard, young body.

"Thanks, Helen. You've taught me a lot, but I think the most important thing was about kissing," he said. "I thought I was doing it right."

"Jerry, a kiss is the prelude, the statement of purpose. If you kiss a woman and she kisses you hard, that should indicate that she's wanting you, wanting you to be rough, passionate. If she's slow and sensuous, then that's what she'd like. When you shove your tongue down a woman's throat it tells her that you want to fuck her, but unless there's more passion to it, something special, it indicates to her that you aren't really caring about her or her feelings, just a place to empty your dick."

"So," Jerry asked softly, "If I met Janey on Tuesday night and gave her a long, slow kiss with just a little tongue..."

Helen laughed. "She'd probably shove her tongue down your throat. Don't think for a minute that girls don't like to fuck, Jerry. But she'll learn quickly, and she'll appreciate that you care."

"I'm still nervous about doing it without a condom," Jerry said. "I'll be glad to not need one when Janey gets back. It feels great without one."

"Ah," Helen said, smiling but looking slightly embarrassed, "Has our Janey told you to stop using a condom, because she's on the Pill?"

"Yeah," Jerry said, nodding. "She also said she'll buy the condoms for us because she doesn't want me to be embarrassed."

"Don't do it," Helen said softly. "Always wear a condom with Janey, and make sure it's one you brought and she hasn't touched." She saw the confusion on his face and sighed. "Look Jerry, I know Janey, and I know her mother, my sister. Janey isn't on the Pill, and she will do everything short of cutting off the tip of your rubber to make sure she's pregnant when you leave for school."

"Why?" Jerry gasped, shocked. "Why would she do that? We don't want kids yet!"

"Oh Jerry, you're so sweet. Janey isn't trying to hurt you, she's afraid she's going to lose you to some girl at your college. She doesn't want a baby, but she doesn't want to lose you more. So she'll try as hard as she can to get pregnant because you're sweet and wouldn't leave her."

"I won't leave her. I love Janey!" Jerry said, realizing it was the first time he'd ever said it.

"Tell her. Tell Janey that you love her and won't leave her. But still," she said with a wink, "it's better safe than sorry, right?"

When he'd dressed, Helen put on her robe and walked Jerry to the door. They shared a long, lingering kiss. "Helen," Jerry said, emotion catching his voice, "you're a fantastic lady."

Helen smiled, and she reached up to caress Jerry's cheek. "You're such a sweet boy. Such a good man."

He was out the door and halfway across the porch when Helen called softly, "I know you love Janey, but anytime you want to drop by for a visit..."

Jerry stopped and turned, smiling. "If we can both keep a secret," he said softly, "I'd like to visit with you as much as possible."

Jerry started his car and pulled out onto the street for the short trip home. Light was dawning in the East, and Jerry was looking forward to the new day.



The Supermarket Ch. 02



Willie pulled the hand truck out from beneath the stack of cardboard boxes while Steve made sure they didn't tip. Every night they worked, and they always worked together, Willie and Steve hauled the enormous cardboard containers into the shopping area of the market, stacking them in front of the product destination. When that job was complete, and after a break, the two would begin the task of slicing open the containers and putting the product onto the shelves so the early morning shoppers could find the things they needed.

Willie had been working at the market for eight years, since high school, and had worked the graveyard shift since his graduation. He was a big guy, six-four and two hundred twenty pounds, and was handsome with a baby face, glasses, and dimples. Strangely, despite his overall boyish appearance, Willie did look older than he was, mostly because his short, wispy blond hair was receding fast.

Steve was a four year veteran at the market, and had worked with Willie the entire time. He was thinner, and smaller, five-eleven and one hundred ninety-five pounds, but he was lightning at the stocking phase of the operation. His hair was black, long and stringy, which he kept up in a ponytail when working, and his face was thin and pale.

The two men worked hard, but they did everything with a laxity that always made it seem like they weren't working at all. They were also well known for finding the fun in whatever they were doing, and had been known to throw a football around while they worked, and even to stage a shopping cart racing competition on occasion.

Willie had just taken the cart into the back to reload when Steve saw the woman. She was dressed in a short white skirt that showed off her nice legs, and high heels that made them even nicer. She wore a red top that was tight enough to accentuate her small waist and her large chest. She had long blonde hair that was wavy and full.

She seemed to be looking for something, and because of the aisle, Steve had to assume it was either a feminine product, pads or tampons, or a sex aid, like condoms or lube. "Can I help you find anything?" Steve asked as he approached her, and she turned toward him, looking embarrassed.

She was damn pretty, Steve thought, with big brown eyes, light make up, her lips were thin but kind of pouty. She looked like she was on her way to a party, or on her way home from one.

"I'm looking for the, um," she paused and looked away, "the, um, condoms?" She was quiet, and kind of shy. Steve loved it when girls were nervous about buying condoms. He felt like it was payback for all the years guys had been buying their tampons for them.

Steve smiled and said, "Sure! They're right-" he pointed and looked over and saw that a tall stack of boxes completely blocked the entire condom display, "behind those."

"Can you help me?" the girl asked, and Steve was sure she was from the college, maybe on her way home to her boyfriend, or booty call, or whatever. "It's kind of important," she said, and Steve hid his grin. I'll bet, he thought, looking her over again. 

Steve was starting to move the boxes, shifting them slightly, when Willie arrived. "What's up?" Willie asked, getting a look at the pretty blonde.

Steve grunted as he shifted the stack slightly, and then said, "This young lady absolutely needs a box of condoms, and the display is blocked."

"You're doing it wrong," Willie said, and he turned to the girl. "What kind of condoms are you looking for?" he asked her pleasantly.

She stared at Willie, her mouth open slightly, looking bewildered. "Uh, the kind that, you know, the kind that go on a guy's, um..."

"Of course. Of course," Willie said condescendingly. He held up his hand and began to tick off options, "But what kind? Do you want something plain? Do you prefer ribbed? Textured? Flavored? What about colors? Novelty? And what size do you like?" Willie smiled, watching her eyes widen.

The girl began to blush furiously. "I don't know. I guess just plain, normal."

Steve stepped up closer to her, and he could smell her light perfume. "Don't sell yourself short there," he said. "If you're going to do it, you want it to be great, right? I mean, isn't it worth the extra effort if it feels that much better?"

"I just don't know." She was shaking her head, her mind boggled.

"Okay," Willie said, moving closer to her as well. Now they were only a few feet apart from each other, the two men cornering her, her back to the display. "Well, we can probably help. Between us we've bought tons of condoms, and it's always important to choose the right one for the girl, since it is all about pleasing her, right Steve?"

"Sure!" Steve answered quickly. "I mean, that's the most important thing about sex, giving your girl the most pleasure, the hardest, strongest orgasm-"

"Or orgasms." Willie interrupted.

"Yes, orgasms," Steve continued, "possible. It just isn't really good sex unless she's had a few really strong, really powerful, orgasms, right?"

"I like it when their toes curl up really tight," Willie said, nodding.

Steve nodded back, "And the thanks. It makes me feel really good when she tells you how amazing it was. Real accomplishment, right?"

"Yes, sir." Willie was still nodding, smiling, when he turned back to the girl. "We can certainly help a beautiful young woman like yourself find her ultimate pleasure."

"U-ultimate pleasure?" the girl stammered softly. Willie could tell she was getting hot, and more importantly, curious.

"Sure!" Willie said brightly. "I had a young lady, much like yourself, tell me once that after she'd had several really great orgasms (her first good ones, she said), she went home and curled up on her couch and listened to music, drinking a cup of international coffee. She said it was the most fulfilling thing that had ever happened to her, and then she thanked me for really showing her what it is supposed to be about."

"See?" Steve said, "The thanks. The gratitude. It's so fulfilling."

"And even if you've come before," Willie paused to examine the longing that appeared in her eyes, "a properly administered orgasm is a truly life-changing event. I'm always surprised by how many young ladies haven't experienced a real, deep, ultimate orgasm."

"But that's a personal thing," Steve said. "We can help you to select the proper condom, and that will certainly be key to your sexual fulfillment."

"Yes," Willie said, nodding again, "But the man is of course important as well. I'm sure he's probably quite adept, a strong and powerful lover who makes your body tremble with a touch." Willie and Steve shared a glance when she averted her gaze, her shoulders slumping.

"Look," Willie said softly, "if you want, we can help you. We can help you to select a condom that will really make you feel good, but if your guy isn't, well, up to the task..."

"William," Steve said, "we do have a lunch break coming up."

"Even if I-" the girl began, looking from Steve to Willie, and back, "I mean, well, both of you?"

"Tut-tut," Willie said. "We only have the hour, so I'm afraid for you to be guaranteed ultimate satisfaction, then yes. If we had the luxury of a more civilized four or five hours..."

"Yes," Steve said. "Also, because of the surroundings. I'm afraid that unless you live very nearby, we'll have to use our break room here. It's not unknown, but it's hardly a proper romantic environment."

"My apartment is about fifteen minutes away," she said, and Steve noticed that her thin, pouty lips were thicker now, somehow more luscious. Willie was looking into her big brown eyes, smiling, and noting that her pupils were extremely large now.

"We should follow you there," Willie said sagely. "If you drove us we'd be stuck if you were too," he paused and smiled softly, "indisposed to drive us back."

She nodded and turned, walking slowly down the aisle. "Get after her!" Willie hissed at Steve. "Don't give her a minute to think! I'll get the rubbers and KY and I'll be right out."

Steve took off after the cute little thing while Willie put his weight into the stack of boxes, sliding the pallet several inches. He grabbed four boxes and a little plastic bottle and ran to a register. Tonya laughed as she ran the items, shaking her head.

Willie burst out of the market and saw Steve, kissing the girl deeply, leaning her back against a Toyota. Slowing to a walk, Willie joined them and cleared his throat. They parted, and Willie saw that the girl was out of breath, her eyelids heavy with passion. He'd never imagined anyone so hot, so ready for sex, and that thought depressed him just a little.

They decided that Steven would ride with the girl, Annie, and Willie would follow in his truck, and fifteen minutes later they were standing in front of an apartment door while Annie fumbled with her keys. They went inside the little studio apartment and Annie and Steve sat on the edge of her unmade bed and began to kiss. Within moments he had laid her back on the bed, her arms roaming over his back as they kissed deeply.

Willie sat down on the bed and ran his hands over Annie's legs, feeling their soft skin beneath his rough hands. He'd never been with a girl who looked this good, so soft and pretty, and he hated to hurry. He slid his hands under her skirt and put his palm against her pussy, feeling the heat and dampness as he pressed firmly, massaging her.

Steve had unbuttoned her top and pulled it open, exposing her white cotton bra, a c-cup sized under-wire, and he pressed his face between her breasts. Annie was breathing hard, and she spread her legs to give Willie better access to her pussy. His erection raging, Willie's patience was short, and he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long, smooth legs.

Willie choked, shocked. Peeking out from beneath Annie's skirt was the most beautiful little pussy that he had ever seen in person, equal to the finest he'd seen in film and magazines. Full and pink, glistening with her juices, she was open and ready, and Willie's mouth began to water.

Steve had gotten Annie's shirt off, and her bra unfastened. He'd pulled it forward, freeing her smooth, creamy breasts, and he sucked softly on one of her large, plump nipples, the areolae tight and oval-shaped, listening to her moan softly.

"Yes!" Annie cried when Willie put his mouth to her pussy, licking her quickly, lapping across her perfectly symmetrical, soft and beautiful flesh. He found her clit and worried it with his lips, like a puppy with a blanket, and she cried out loudly, raising her hips to press against his face. Willie sucked on her clit, pausing only to lap against her swollen flesh before returning to her clit.

Steve got to his knees and pulled his cock out of his pants, and as soon as it was near her face, Annie grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, surrounding him with her mouth and sucking as she ran her tongue over him. Placing a hand gently on the back of her head, Steve slowly fucked Annie's mouth with shallow thrusts.

Willie slid two fingers into Annie's cunt, feeling her tightness, the warm, slow muscular contractions grabbing at his fingers, and he fucked her slowly with them, searching, rubbing higher. In short order he found the rough spot on the roof of her canal, and he rubbed it softly at first, then harder, and Annie began to kick her legs, moaning loudly on Steve's cock, and making him moan as well.

Pulling her face from Steve but continuing to stroke his shaft, Annie looked down at Willie. "Yeah, what you're doing there! Yeah, there!" she cried, and with her free hand she grabbed Willie's hair and pulled it. She hooked a leg over his back and pulled him to her, and then returned her mouth to Steve's cock.

Willie went for it, pressing hard into her sweet spot, and was rewarded immediately by crushing pressure as her pussy closed hard on his fingers and squeezed them hard, rhythmically. Slurping loudly off of Steven, Annie shouted passionately, her soft features twisted, her light skin quickly coloring to crimson. Her fist flew over Steve's cock, and his face twisted as well, fighting the intensity of the sensation.

Willie pulled his fingers out of Annie's throbbing cunt and he sucked her sweetness from his fingers. Rising up onto his knees, he tore apart one of the boxes and ripped open a wrapper, quickly rolling a condom over his rigid, throbbing cock. Ribbed, with little bumps, nodes, near the head, he noted, and he moved close between her legs and pushed himself into her. Annie screamed like a wildcat, and Willie felt her pulsing cunt grab hard onto him, pulling him deeper. Her grip was tight enough, the motion so strong, that he was momentarily concerned she would take the condom right off of him.

Annie was coming hard, wrapping her legs around Willie and kicking hard as he began to fuck her with deep, quick strokes. The way she was thrashing, Steve was afraid to put his dick anywhere near her mouth, so he dropped and played with her tits, squeezing, softly mauling them with his hands while he sucked and licked them.

The sweat stood out on Willie's forehead, and his shirt was becoming soaked as he strained to give Annie her money's worth, fucking her good and hard, but her pussy was fighting him, grabbing him hard and pulling him, and he knew he couldn't take much more of her before he blew his nut. "Dude," he rasped to Steve, "tag me out, quick!"

Steve moved quickly, tearing open another of the boxes and sliding on a condom. It was smooth and white, a standard love-glove. He moved next to Willie, and when he pulled out and rolled aside, Steve was on Annie, in Annie, in an instant.

"Holy fuck!" Steve shouted as his dick was grabbed and almost bent by Annie's amazing pussy. Almost as a defense against the pressure, Steve began to slam his meat into her with as much force as he could, and as Willie pulled off his condom and began to roughly worship Annie's tits, Annie screamed and bucked against Steve, her hands tearing at Willie's sparse hair.

Annie was wild, an animal, and if Willie didn't know any better, and in truth he really didn't, he'd say she had been in a constant state of orgasm from the time he'd hit her sweet spot. He was concerned, listening to Steve's breathing, that he might be on his way to a heart attack.

"Oh man! Dude! Tag back in! Hurry!" Steve was frantic, his body tense and shaking, his long black hair very damp and sweat ran from his hairline in fat drops. Willie had rolled on a thickly ribbed condom and was getting into position when Steve shouted, "Oh fuck!" and his ass flexed hard several times, his cum exploding into the condom.

Steve carefully pulled out, tugging the rubber so he wouldn't lose it inside Annie, and he was only free for an instant before Willie was there, shoving himself into her again. Annie's contractions were if anything harder now, and definitely faster. Her body was red and she shined, almost glowed with perspiration. She whined and moaned when she wasn't screaming, and she looked as though she would pass out at any second. Willie was determined to blow his load inside her before she did.

He fucked her with determination, slowly and deeply, and then quickly and shallow, alternating every few strokes, and he changed his angle too, anything to give a clue to what Annie enjoyed most. But Annie confounded him, reacting with equal explosive enthusiasm to everything he did. As he felt his balls tightening, her cunt milking him hard, Willie had to admit that he couldn't figure her out. As near as he could tell, Annie just loved having a cock in her.

Steve overcame his fears, and after pulling off the rather full condom, he'd put his cock to Annie's face, and she'd begun to suckle his softening prick. Despite himself, uncaring of the appearance of manliness, Steve shook and whined softly while Annie worked his cock around inside her mouth.

Willie was still holding back. He needed to come so badly, hell, he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer, but when was he ever going to be with a girl this hot again? When would he be in a girl this hot, this active, so sexually explosive? When Annie sucked off of Steve again with a loud slurp and let out another wildcat scream, Willie felt her cunt explode, or implode rather, and as his cock was grabbed and stroked inside her, he knew his cause was lost.

"Oh lord!" Willie squealed as his cock exploded painfully, spewing loads of creamy sperm into the tight confines of his condom. "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" he continued to gasp, as his orgasm yanked hard on his balls, and pain flashed up his spine. When he was spent, Willie fell back, pulling out of the sweetest, most wonderful pussy he'd ever know. He felt like shouting with his joy, like high-fiving Steve, and he felt like crying.

Annie appeared to be unconscious, and the guys cleaned up and got their things together. Willie put the condoms on Annie's dresser, and put the KY next to them. Steve pulled his shirt on over his head, and Willie opened the door to leave.

"Can you guys come back sometime to give me another lesson?" Annie said softly, sounding so damned cute. "I really want to learn everything you can teach me."

"Yeah," Steve said, buttoning his work shirt.

Standing at the open door, Willie looked back at the glorious, glowing young woman and smiled. "You know where to find us," he said.

"But you guys can come over sometimes, right? When you're not in such a hurry?" Annie was running her hands over her smooth, slick body and stretching contentedly.

"Oh yeah," both men said in unison.

They raced to Willie's truck and sped back to work. They were going to catch all kinds of hell for being so late back from lunch, but neither one of them, frankly, gave a shit.



The Supermarket Ch. 03



Joe was bored. Bored and miserable. He had scheduled himself for the evening shift that night because he knew it would be a quiet night, but it had been too quiet. His staff was spending all of their time at the registers, chit-chatting away, and there wasn't a blessed thing he could do about it, because everything that needed to be done was done. At least until one o'clock, when the restocking would begin. It was only a little after nine o'clock, and Joe had more than two hours before he could call it quits for the night and get home.

As he wandered the aisles, Joe thought about his life. He didn't like being at work, managing the supermarket, but he hated being at home more. His wife, Gwen, had been a beautiful slip of a girl when he'd knocked her up and they had married. Fifteen years, three children, and a mortgage later, Gwen had gained nearly two hundred pounds and had become bitter. He didn't think she'd had a nice thing to say to him in over five years.

He'd considered an affair. He was, after all, constantly surrounded by the nubile staff of his store, but he had little to offer them. He was an unassuming five foot seven inches, and weighed one hundred and ninety pounds. He had short, black hair that never did what he wanted it to, and it was usually just plastered against his head. His small brown eyes looked bigger because of his thick glasses, and he had a large nose and a weak chin. Hardly George Clooney, he thought again, more like the Anti-Clooney. He laughed inwardly, more like the skinny DJ Qualls

His despair rose as he considered his life, 35 with a dead end job, a dead end marriage, three unexceptional and unattractive children, and two hours to kill before he would be able to get home and sleep.

He turned the corner onto aisle 4, the candy aisle, and he saw the girl. Blending into the display, as he had learned to do long ago in able to watch the pretty girls in the store, he looked her over and felt a voyeuristic thrill.

She was tall, he thought, about five-eight, and she wore the tight low rise capri jeans that were so popular, the red straps of her thong panties rising from the back and up over her hips before disappearing again in front. She wore white knee socks and white running shoes that reminded Joe of a little sports car, and she wore a tight hoodie that left her midriff bare and displayed the intricate pattern of her "tramp stamp" in back and her belly-button piercing in the front.

She had a squarish, cute face with pale skin. Her nose was cute, and her lips large and full, her hair short and black. She was looking around nervously, pulling her little knapsack to her belly, and Joe felt the alarms going off in his head.

The girl opened her knapsack and began to fill it with candy bars! Thank god, Joe thought, this would at least kill the last couple of hours. As she began to zip the knapsack closed, Joe walked toward her authoritatively, calling, "Miss?"

The girl turned to face him and froze, her already pale skin blanching, and her already large, pretty green eyes growing even larger. Her mouth hung open, and Joe could see the was beginning to shake. "Could you please come with me for a moment?"

The girl's head dropped and she walked silently with Joe as he took her elbow and led her to the end of the store, to the door to the stairs that led up to his office. Once inside, Joe closed the door and told the girl to sit. She did, in one of the two utilitarian black cushioned silver frame chairs. She looked delicious, filled with fear and resignation, and Joe quietly locked the door before sitting in his larger office-style chair.

She handed Joe her knapsack when he asked, and he opened it and began to empty candy bars onto his desk. And then two bottles of chewable vitamins, and finally three boxes of condoms and a little bottle of sexual lubricant. As he set the last items on his desk he glanced at the girl and saw she was rather rosy cheeked now, her eyes downcast.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" Joe asked, using his managerial disciplinary voice. He hadn't been made manager for nothing.

The girl began to stammer, and then leaned forward and met his eyes. "Please, don't call the police!" she pleaded, her eyes wild with fear. Even given the situation, Joe felt himself drawn into the pretty, emerald green of them, as though he was floating across the desk and... "I don't want to go to jail. I'm sorry, you can have it all back!"

"What's-" Joe began and cleared his throat so it wouldn't squeak again, and then repeated, "What's your name?"

"Erin," she said, unable to keep the terror from making her soft, pretty voice tremble, "Erin Hanrahan."

"And how old are you, Erin?" Joe asked, wishing to the heavens that he couldn't feel the erection that was growing in his lap.

"Eighteen," she answered softly.

"That means that if I call the police it will be jail for you, not a slap on the wrist and a trip home in a squad car." Joe sat forward, placing his elbows on the desk. "Why would you steal these things?"

"I don't know," Erin answered, her voice cracking as she began to cry. "I'm hungry, and I don't have any money. I got thrown out of my house a couple of days ago and I don't know what to do!"

"So I can't even call your parents to pick you up," Joe said, shaking his head slowly. "That means it has to be the police."

Erin put her face into her hands and she sobbed, and Joe's heart broke. Unfortunately the message wasn't getting through to his erection, which was throbbing painfully now, and sending evil thoughts into Joe's brain. He could easily picture the little angel and devil standing on his shoulders, just like a movie or cartoon.

"She's a young girl, frightened and alone. You should help her, Joe." The angel was right, of course.

"She's young and beautiful and desperate, and you've got her right where she can't say no," the devil said, "She looks a hell of a lot tastier than Gwen ever did...a little like Margie Hampton."

Joe realized she did look a little bit like his high school dream girl, though she was taller, and maybe even cuter, but lacked Margie's double D cup bosom. Erin was long and thin, with slender hips and a nice, tight little ass he could imagine running his cheek over, and-

"Mister? Please don't call the police. I'll do anything you want."

The devil pumped his arm in victorious glee, while the angel burst into flames and disappeared, screaming.

"Tell me what you were going to do with the things you stole," Joe said, squirming slightly in his chair to relieve the pressure. He knew that if he looked down he'd see a little, or maybe not so little, circle of wetness.

"I was going to eat the candy," Erin said, still sniffling, "and the vitamins too. I don't want to get sick."

"And the-?" Joe prodded.

"I don't have any money or a place to live. I thought I could, you know..." her sentence drifted off, her face burning with shame.

"You were going to prostitute yourself?" Joe prompted her. Oh, how his balls ached. The devil strutted triumphantly around on his shoulder.

Erin nodded, averting her eyes as tears dripped down her face.

"Have you done that before?" Joe asked, his heart beating so fast it frightened him. His mouth was so dry!

Erin shook her head and said, "No, never. I mean, I've done it before, but not for money." She stopped then and looked at Joe, shocked. Joe guessed she was shocked to have said so much to him, a stranger.

"So you're not a virgin," Joe said, a statement, not a question. Erin shook her head, and the look in her eyes became wary.

"I don't have to call the police," Joe said, "or your parents." Erin looked relieved, but still wary, suspicious. "But we need to straighten out a few things, right?" he said, and she nodded slowly.

"I'm going to offer you a deal, Erin," Joe said, finding his managerial tone again. "First, you're going to have to promise that everything we say here will be in the strictest confidence. If you go telling anyone about this, all deals are off, understand?"

When Erin nodded Joe smiled and continued. "You are going to start working here at the market, and you're going to work hard. You'll get an employee discount that you can use to get your meals in the deli department. I have some leeway here, so I'm going to schedule you about sixty hours a week." Joe was glad they had become a non-union store a few years earlier. "How does that sound so far?" Joe asked, but he didn't need to because he could clearly see the happy wonder that her expression held.

The devil had stopped and was regarding him coolly.

"I am also going to put you up in a motel, for a short time, and you will pay me back later. We'll work out the details then," he said, and Erin's mouth dropped open, yet still held her soft smile.

The devil was still, rubbing his pointed beard.

"Now, Erin, before we go any further with this, I need to speak to you about punishment." The smile disappeared, fear returning to her eyes. "It's wrong to steal, and you were caught. I can offer you these things to make your life better, to keep you from sleeping with strangers, dozens of strangers, every night for the rest of your life, and the abuse and dangers of the street," Joe said, pausing to let the words and their meaning sink in, "but you do need to be punished, don't you agree?"

Erin nodded, her eyes betraying her confusion and fear. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice the smallest of whispers.

Joe moistened his lips and smiled. "I'm going to give you a spanking," Joe said, and he gloried at her change of expression, from confusion and fear to outright disbelief.

"You can't do that!" Erin said sharply when she found her voice. "It's like, illegal!"

"So is theft and prostitution," Joe countered. "You will take a spanking and get everything I've told you, or I call the police and you go to jail. Then you can spend the remaining months of your life being beaten and raped on the streets." Joe laced his fingers and set his hands on his desk. "I don't think I'm being unfair."

He watched her sit back in the chair, her left foot tapping silently, and then her knee shaking. She began to chew on her thumb nail, her eyes darting as she considered her options. And after a few minutes of total silence, Erin leaned forward.

"So you spank me, and then I get the motel room and the job and everything?" she asked, wary, frightened, and resigned.

Joe chuckled and said, "No. You get a spanking and I don't call the police. That's the deal. Before I say anything more, I'd like to see your ID." She directed him to the correct pouch in the knapsack, and Joe looked at the driver's license, a smile creeping unbidden to his lips. She was eighteen, he observed. Eighteen and what? A month? He also noted that her address was in a town almost a hundred miles away.

"He put her wallet back into the knapsack and said, "You were going to fuck," he placed emphasis on the word, seeing her start at the sound, "strangers to get enough money to live. They would hurt you, debase you, you know that, right?" After she nodded he continued, "With my offer, you'll only have to sleep with one person. One man, and you get everything I've told you, as long as it all stays very secret."

"You want me to sleep with you?" Erin asked, "And then I get the job and the room and everything?"

"If you can keep a secret."

She nodded, and he saw she was ashamed. The devil leaped into the air and high-fived nothingness before disappearing.

"Okay then," Joe said, settling back in his chair, "take off your shoes."

Erin sat for a moment, looking bewildered, but when Joe's eyebrows rose the quickly bent and untied her running shoes and pulled them off.

"Stand up and take off your pants."

Erin stood and he watched her slowly unbutton her jeans and run the zipper down. She grasped the waist of her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, and then further down her thighs before she could step out of them.

Her legs were long and shapely, a little muscle where it suited her, but they looked so soft and inviting. The white knee socks gave her the air of a school girl, while the red thong she wore made her appear a little slutty, in his opinion. The crotch of the thong held his gaze momentarily, and it clearly limned her full, pouty-looking mound. Joe liked what he was seeing, and his cock strained within his slacks, wanting to look up over the desk and see for itself.

Joe rose carefully and walked around to the other side of the desk, and she turned to face him. He judged her to wear a B cup sized bra, nice, average, and wonderful. "Bend over the desk," Joe said, and she did.

Her creamy smooth ass was beautifully framed by her thong, which was in turn complimented by the tattoo that Joe would usually have disdained. He placed his hand on her cool, nearly flawless skin and Erin tensed. In for a penny, Joe thought, and he took the waistband of her thong in his fingers and slipped them down until they dropped to her ankles.

Erin was shivering, tense, and Joe ran his palms over her ass, delighting in a sensation he hadn't felt in almost half of his lifetime. He squeezed her ass in his hands, pulling her cheeks apart so he could see beneath, and he lost his breath at the sight of her little, still-pink anus, and the slightly downy lips of her pussy beyond that.

Joe ran his index finger down from her tattoo, into the cleft of her ass to her little asshole, and he rubbed there for a moment as her ass began to jump from side to side and she drew in a sharp breath. And then he sought lower, and ran his fingers over her groove as she shivered and her breathing grew tense, ragged.

With his other hand, Joe touched her head, ran his fingers into her short, black hair, feeling the at once soft and greasy hair slipping between his fingers. She pressed her head against his hand, and as his fingers stroked her warm, moist groove, lightly dusted with little black hairs, she pushed back against him there, too, and he felt her heat.

Pulling his hand from her pussy, Joe raised it and brought it down hard against her ass with a sharp crack, and Erin cried out, her head dropping to hang loosely. He ran his hand over her ass again, his heart beating faster when it passed over the hot area that was beginning to redden. He felt lower, to where her bottom curved and became her thigh.

He drew back and slapped her ass again, in the same spot, paying attention to the way her ass jumped and then jiggled at the strike. She had cried out again before letting out a low moan.

"Have you ever been spanked?" Joe asked, his voice sounding odd to him, deep and breathy. Erin shook her head but didn't speak. He slapped her other cheek then, and it quickly became rosy as well, though the first spot was angrier looking.

Joe felt years of frustration and anger rise up within him as he smacked Erin's ass again, and then again, his blows much faster now, sharper, and she began to cry out more loudly. After several smacks, Joe's hand burned and tingled. He stepped to the other side of her and put his hot hand into her hair before slapping her ass again with his fresh hand.

After several more slaps, her ass was deep red and hot, not just to the touch, but radiating heat. Erin began to beg, "Please, no more! It hurts so much! Please!" Again his hand came down hard on her fleshy ass, and again, and when he looked up Joe saw that tears were staining the papers on his desk. "I won't ever steal again, I promise!"

She hissed as he ran his burning hand over her soft, stinging ass again, and he reached beneath her, finding her pussy full, swollen and damp. Joe couldn't control himself, and he didn't try.

Keeping is hand in her hair, he used the other to quickly fumble with his slacks, unbuckling his belt, unhooking, then unzipping, and his pants fell to his ankles. Not even stopping to yank down his briefs, Joe simply pulled down the front to free his raging cock and his balls, and he pushed himself into Erin.

"Wait!" Erin whined, her body shaking hard, 'You didn't say you were going to-oh!" and she fell from her hands onto her elbows on the desk. Joe hadn't felt a pussy that held him so firmly, milked his shaft so hungrily, since...ever. He thrust into her with all of the passion of his pent up frustrations, anger, and the erotic thrill of the past thirty minutes, driving himself into her quickly and with as much force as he could.

Erin whined, and she turned her head against his hand and sucked on his fingers, sometimes biting softly on them. She was moaning, pushing back against him and then moving away quickly when her painfully sensitive ass pressed to his body.

Joe's eyes rolled up, back into his head as his passions grew, tearing away reason, and he pulled his fingers from Erin's lips and grasped her waist tightly, holding her still while he continued to slam into her.

She fell and he slipped from her. Her legs had given way, and her body was pressed to the desk. It took Joe a moment to find her soft, hot cunt again and resume his frantic fucking. He leaned over her, his stinging palms on the desk on either side of her and pumped madly, unthinking and not caring as his lust simply turned off his conscious mind.

Her moans and cries were fuel for him, her pussy slick and grasping him, massaging him and trying to hold him within her, but his own insane lust kept him in motion. "Oh fuck!" Erin screamed, and then cried out, "Oh shit I think I'm gonna come!" A moment, and several deep, pounding thrusts later, Erin screamed again.

"I'm coming! Oh my god, I think I'm coming!" and Joe knew she was. Her slick cunt contracted hard on him, stilling him, and he felt the repeated tickle of something pressing again and again to his cock's head.

It was pressing hard to his glans, like a lover's mouth, when Joe let loose a cry and felt his own orgasm wrack his body. His body screamed and rocked with release, and Joe couldn't stop himself from shouting, wordless, passionate sounds, deep and growling.

Joe's hips were in motion again, his almost too sensitive prick rubbing inside the tight, very slick confines of Erin's heavenly pussy. His white shirt was drenched and showed his skin beneath. Erin mewled softly, her face as red as her ass, and Joe stood up taller, his cock continuing to slide into her easily, and he was amazed to find he wasn't getting soft, like he usually did.

Joe felt powerful. He felt something click inside him, and he was filled with something that he hadn't felt before. He felt pride, but powerful as well. He felt masculine and strong. Joe felt, for the first time he could remember, like a Man. He would have felt comfortable in a bar, a real bar, not a lounge. He felt like he could talk to guys at a gym about cars, sports, and women.

Erin's breathing had softened, but she still whined and moaned softly as he moved inside her, and he felt her contract around him softly now, slowly. He stroked her hair again, now damp in addition to oily.

"Was that good, Baby?" Joe asked softly, his voice still deep and breathy. She nodded, her cheek sliding on the desktop, her eyes closed. "Do you still want the job? The room?" he asked, and she nodded again, her eyes opening slowly and sparkling green.

"Do you want me to stop?" Joe asked, his cock still sliding in and out of her slowly, and he watched her carefully. She blinked, and then she squeezed her eyes tightly closed.

"No," she whispered, a sob catching her, "It feels so good." Joe was torn, wanting to think that he was rocking this hot young girl's world, but suspicious that she was telling him what she thought he wanted to hear.

"I'm going to stop," Joe said, sliding his cock out of her, and noticing the surprising amount of fluid and cum on the edge of the desk, where it ran down the front, and on her, where it had run down her thighs.




The Supermarket Ch. 03



"Mister?" Erin said, raising her head to look back over her shoulder at him, "Do you have to? I mean stop? You feel really good inside me."

Now he really couldn't stop himself. Joe grabbed Erin's arm and he pulled her quickly up from the desk, turning her and kissing her lips. They were hungry kisses, grateful kisses, and he was completely overwhelmed by a desire to possess this girl forever.

Since she leaned back against the desk, Joe lifted her leg slightly and pushed up and into her again, and Erin held him tight and sighed contentedly. She felt so good around him, and he apparently felt pretty good inside her too.

They stood like that, kissing, as his dick ran up into her slowly, until his brain became white hot, and he felt his balls tighten and burn, releasing a new flood inside Erin. She moaned and held him tightly, kissing his neck, and this time he did soften, fairly quickly, and his cock slipped from her.

Joe shoved his gleaming, shrunken equipment into his shorts and quickly pulled up his slacks, then stumbled around the desk to his chair and collapsed into it. He saw that Erin had remained where she was, leaning against the desk, and he told her to sit. When she did, she was clumsy, falling into the seat, and she sat with her legs spread, her pink flesh showing, wet and glistening. He saw for the first time her thick black curls, shaped into a diminutive triangle, and he watched her hands as she wiped at the slickness on her thighs.

"Erin," Joe said softly, having mostly caught his breath, "I want for you to get dressed and go out to the parking lot. I'll be along shortly to take you to the motel." He directed her to wait next to the deep blue Subaru, and told her he would be along shortly.

He watched her with fascination as she slid her thong back up her thighs and snugged them into place, and then put on her jeans. When her shoes were on and tied, Joe handed her the knapsack and unlocked the door for her. She was just stepping out when Joe was seized by feeling and pulled her back and kissed her hard.

The knapsack hit the floor and her arms were around him, holding him tightly. Gasping for breath, Joe looked up into her pretty green eyes and said, "Most of the time, here at the store, I'm Mr. Willis, but please, please call me Joe when we're alone."

"Hi Joe," Erin said with a smile, and she dipped her head and bit his lower lip softly. "Don't be too long, okay?" And then she was gone.

Joe hurried around his office, wiping up the evidence of his indiscretion, putting away papers, and generally enjoying the pervasive smell of sex that permeated the whole office. And then, just as he was about to leave, Joe sat down and picked up his phone. He dialed and waited as it rang.

"'Lo?" Gwen's sleepy, deep voice answered.

"Hi Gwen," Joe said, feeling very happy.

"Joe? Why aren't you home? Don't forget to bring home the bread. I need you to check that light bulb in the living room, and I think the dishwasher's broken. I don't know why you don't ask for a raise, or get a real job. You've been at that store for years and they-"

"Gwen?" Joe said loudly, "shut up!"

"What?" she shouted, starting to wheeze, a sign that the fight was joined and would go on for hours. Again.

"I'm not going to go home tonight, Gwen," Joe said, seeing the dried tear stains on a sheet of paper. "I'm not going back there ever. I'm not happy with you Gwen, and I'm going to be happy."

"Are you crazy? Have you been drinking? You're fucking one of those skinny little sluts at the store, aren't you? It's that Aimee! I know-"

"Goodbye, Gwen." Joe hung up the phone and was locking his door when he heard it begin to ring inside his office. Joe went downstairs and said goodnight to the remaining crew, and apologized to Denny, his night assistant manager, for the calls he'd be receiving from Gwen.

The automatic doors slid open, and a crisp night breeze blew across Joe. He went out to the parking lot, finding his crappy little car exactly where he'd left it. And beside it stood a gorgeous eighteen year old girl who was watching him, smiling at him. His cock rolled over sleepily in his shorts and gave him a happy thumbs up, and Joe smiled.

When he pulled Erin into his arms he began to laugh.

Joe was happy. Happy and excited to see where his bright future would take him.



The Supermarket Ch. 04



"Vance," the P.A. system crackled, "Delivery service to the front."

Vance was relaxing in the break room, his Vans up on the table, his fingers laced behind his neck. He took his feet down and stood up, checking his pockets for wallet and keys. He'd been about to return to the front anyway, to bag groceries. A smile crept across his handsome features. A delivery order was always a very good thing.

Most people didn't know it, but the market, and many supermarkets, would put together an order taken by phone and deliver it to a home, for a nominal charge. It was the way many shut-ins and elderly people did their shopping. Vance was the king of home delivery, but for some reason his customers were all women. Women between the ages of thirty and fifty-five, mostly.

Vance ambled to the front and Mr. Willis, the store manager, handed him the list. Vance took a moment to check Mr. Willis out, seeing something different about him. His hair seemed better, but then it had just been kind of greasy and flat before. He also had better skin, and he was friendlier. Vance took off to start gathering the items on the list, and thought that Mr. Willis had probably found a honey. Nothing makes a man clean up like a new piece of ass.

Thinking of which, Vance noticed that new girl, Erin. She was downright hot. She was Vance's height and had a fine body, solid but thin and curvy. He liked the way she looked, and wondered how long it'd be before she joined the Vance's Angels club.

"Vance!" Mr. Willis shouted, sounding pissed. "Get to work!" Jeez, Vance thought, what was his problem? He knew Vance liked to look at the ladies. Oh well.

He moved efficiently through the store, assembling the small order. He thought about stopping at the deli counter to tease that little cutie, Aimee. She was a certified rug-muncher sure, but he could usually get a rise out of her. He changed his mind when he saw her crouching behind the counter. It looked like she was busy checking out a hot little blonde reading magazines, and lesbo or not, Vance respected the privacy of a good checking-out.

After he'd gathered everything on the list, Vance pushed the cart to Monique's lane for check out. Vance liked Monique. The young woman was friendly, cute as a button, and had a skinny little body with big tits and an ass he imagined falling back into with his arms outstretched. Her husband was a Navy Seal and he kept her pretty happy, but he didn't like to go down on her, and Vance had sampled that trim and it was good.

He chatted Monique up for a bit while he bagged the groceries, and then brought them out to his truck to drive over to the Tomkins home. Vance was glad to be going to the Tomkins house. Judy Tomkins was forty-two, brunette, and had a smoking hot body. Her husband had died a few years before, and Judy was the type of woman who had a hard time meeting men. She dated, she had said, mostly men from her church, but she hadn't met one that she had become serious enough about to take into her bed.

Vance was nineteen, five-ten, and weighed one-ninety. He had long, dark blond hair that was wild and wavy, and big, expressive soft blue eyes. His face was thin and handsome, reminding many of a very young Matthew McConaughey, and his lean, hard surfer's body elicited sighs of desire from many customers.

Six months earlier, Vance had delivered groceries to her home and had caught her fresh from the shower. It had been easy going seducing the hot, naked woman, and he'd done her on her kitchen floor. Since then, he'd been over about a half dozen times, and had her routine down.

Vance pulled into the driveway of the large house and drove right up to the garage doors, in the back yard. Grabbing the heaviest of the bags, he went to the kitchen door and found it open a bit. He went inside and set the bag on the kitchen table, then ran back and forth, bringing bags in from his truck. He paused to put away the milk and a couple of other things that needed refrigeration, and then walked through the house and up the stairs, pulling off his shirt as he went.

He walked into Judy's bedroom, kicking off his Vans. Judy was in her bed, her dark brown hair held with a hair band across her crown. She was pink, freshly scrubbed, and she had the covers tucked under her arms, modestly hiding her body. She smiled and Vance dropped his board shorts and bent to pull his boxers down and off.

He approached the bed and took hold of the covers, pulling them back and uncovering Judy's body. She had soft, slender shoulders, a gorgeous rack (C-cups) with large, prominent nipples and red areolae, and a tight, firm belly. Judy had a neatly kept tangle of black curls over her red lipped pussy, and he knew she would blush deeply and try to cover herself if she thought he was looking there. Her legs were fantastic, reminding Vance of a Barbie doll's legs. She had gasped when he exposed her body, but she melted in his arms when he put them around her, and willingly returned his kiss.

Vance grabbed her big, firm ass in his hand and squeezed. Of all of his deliveries, he loved Judy's ass the best. He massaged her cheek in his hand, and before long her hips were pressing to him wantonly. He kissed her neck as she breathed hard, and his hand moved from her ass to roughly grab her tit, making her gasp.

He took her nipple between his teeth and flickered his tongue against it even while he set his lips to her breast and sucked her tightly to his mouth. Judy grabbed his head and hugged him, whining with lustful pleasure. He could smell her, he knew without touching her that she was wet and ready, ripe for fucking.

Vance released Judy and rolled from the bed and stood a few steps away. Judy moaned her disappointment, and Vance grinned. "You know what you've got to do first," he said.

"Do I have to?" Judy said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'll do it next time, I promise!"

"Now," Vance said, and Judy sighed and went to him, getting to her knees in front of him and putting her lips around the end of his impressive rod. Vance held the back of her head and fucked her mouth with slow, shallow strokes, watching her face grow redder and hearing her breath exploding from her nose.

When he pulled free and slapped his hardness across her cheek, Judy whined, "Please, Vance, it's so demeaning and it's wrong. I don't like it." But she took it into her mouth when he pressed against her lips again and continued to fuck her mouth softly. She felt good, but she didn't really do much. Vance just liked the fact that she disliked it and felt dirty by doing it, so he dragged it out as long as he could.

Actually, he wasn't all that sure that she really disliked it that much, giving head. He knew she felt it demeaning, and he had an idea that she was ashamed of doing it. Maybe her Mom had told her not to, or somebody at her church or something. Vance didn't really care about that, since the fun of being with Judy was tearing through her inhibitions and giving her a rocking good time.

Finally he pulled free and went to the bed and after he lay down, Judy rose from her knees and walked self-consciously to him. He could tell she wanted very much to crawl under the covers, but being naked, exposed to him in the presence of his nakedness was dirty to Judy, nasty and therefore sexy. He knew she'd say a lot of penance for today, however that worked.

She laid on her back next to him, and he pressed his palm to her pussy. "Open your legs wide," he said, and she did. "Wider," he coaxed, and she stretched them further, blushing more deeply. He rubbed her wet pussy, listening to her stifled moans and cries, feeling her grow wetter and wetter as he rubbed. He teased the entrance of her pussy with a finger and she pressed against him, trying to capture it. "You are a little slut, aren't you?"

"No!" Judy cried, her eyes tightly shut. Vance knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong or even strange about Judy, but she thought she was acting like a wanton whore, so he played to her perception.

"Yeah you are," Vance said, letting his finger dip slightly into her and rimming, her sharp yelp of pleasure making him smile. "You're a little slut! You're a fucking," he paused after emphasizing that word, "little slut!"

"No I'm not!" Judy cried, and Vance slid two fingers into her, feeling her cunt explode around his fingers as her body shook and Judy cried out loudly. She thrashed hard as she came, and Vance thought that the only thing that felt better than a coming pussy on his fingers was a coming pussy on his cock. Judy thrashed and moaned and Vance felt her cunt grab his fingers in a last, powerful contraction before she collapsed and was still, breathing hard.

"I'm not a slut," Judy whispered, and Vance saw she was looking at his cock. He grabbed it and stroked it slowly, watching her eyes fill with wonder and lust.

"Do you want this?" Vance asked, and he watched Judy carefully. "Do you want me to give you this?" She nodded almost imperceptibly, and he asked, "Do you want me to stick my cock," he emphasized the word, "into your little cunt?" emphasizing the last word. She had winced at the use of both words, but still came the slight, tired nod. "Then tell me what you want."

"I want you to make love to me," Judy said, and when she saw his unimpressed expression she said, "I want for you to take me, like a woman." Again, Vance didn't react, and Judy began to tremble. "Please, will you...fuck...me?" she asked timidly. Vance smiled, but didn't move, other than to continue stroking himself slowly.

Judy let loose a loud groan of frustration and begged, "I'm a...s-slut...a little slut, and I want-no, I need your...cock in my (god help me)...wet cunt."

"That's a good girl," Vance said, rolling over and taking Judy into his arms. He kissed her, and again she melted in his arms. She'd be a hell of a wife or girlfriend, Vance thought, for somebody. And then effortlessly, softly, Vance slid his cock into Judy, and she moaned into his mouth, her cunt starting almost immediately to contract on him as he slowly filled her completely.

Vance was a connoisseur of pussy, and he loved the feel of Judy's. Her whole body was soft and warm, inviting hugs and tender caresses, but her pussy could be harsh, strong and passionate, even when she was herself soft and pliable. As she milked him, probably coming softly the whole time, the sensations she created quickly became hard to bear.

He kissed her lips softly and whispered, "Do you want me to make love to you, Judy? Or do you want to be fucked?" Judy kissed him deeply, passionately, and whispered her response.

"Fuck me."

"I couldn't hear you," Vance moaned, her cunt clasping hard on him, "Say it louder."

"Fuck me!" Judy screamed, and her cunt exploded again, crushing against his cock with power, with force, contracting hard for several seconds before releasing briefly and then contracting hard again.

Vance threw her body down and rolled on top of her, slamming his cock into the vise of her pussy as forcefully as possible, feeling like he was fucking a young virgin. Judy's screams were loud and crazed as Vance pounded roughly into her, losing his breath. He was close himself, and he thought, christ she's a great fuck!

Judy raised her hips high and grabbed Vance's ass hard with both hands, digging her nails in painfully, and she shouted, "Fuck my cunt you son of a bitch! Shoot your jizz deep in my slutty twat you fuckingsonofabitchmotherfucker!" Vance shouted his release, creaming her insides, his balls feeling like a trap had closed on them. They shook together in shared orgasm for several long moments, and then collapsed together, their hot, sweaty bodies sticking to one another.

They lay panting for a while, and then Judy kissed Vance hard, finishing with an animal bite to his lip, before collapsing completely, closing her eyes. Vance got up and slowly dressed, watching one of Judy's hands run her nails softly up and down her belly while the fingers of her other hand curled in her hair and pulled loose, over and over.

Vance left her without a word, his work finished, and he tromped down the stairs. He grabbed a soda out of her refrigerator and finished it before he had his seatbelt buckled. Sometimes he had two or even three deliveries on any given day, and he found himself hoping there wouldn't be any more today.



The Supermarket Ch. 05



*** Thank you, Drenkara, for making my words (and story) better. ***

"There you are," Aimee said as she handed the plastic-wrapped cold cuts across the counter to her customer, "three quarters of a pound of honey ham, thinly sliced." The customer took the packet and thanked Aimee, who thanked her in return. She put the ham back into the case and cleaned the cutter before turning back to await her next customer.

Aimee felt a thrill when she looked ahead and down aisle seven. She was there again. Every day or two the woman would be there in the aisle, reading a magazine. Aimee squatted down and pretended to check the stock in the display counter secretly watching the girl flip idly through the pages. Aimee had noticed that sometimes she would concentrate on the words, but mostly she seemed to like looking at the pictures.

It had been three or four months since Aimee had first noticed the woman. She had been wearing a pair of short shorts with a t-shirt and sandals on that day. She was tall and slender, with long legs, tiny ankles and firm calves and thighs. Aimee's first visceral impulse upon seeing her was to press her face into the girl's full, toned ass and play motorboat.

The sidelong view gave Aimee a great view of the girl's tits, at least a C-cup Aimee guessed, with nipples that pointed slightly upward. Her arms were thin, and had muscle that hinted at tennis or another sport, but not any hard labor. Her neck was very slim with a slight curve, and her jaw was smooth and round. She had full lips that sometimes parted as she read the magazines, but didn't move as though she were reading aloud. She had a cute, little nose, high, delicate cheekbones and the cutest little ears. Best of all was her gorgeous mane of golden blonde hair that changed style constantly everytime Aimee saw her, but she liked best when it hung loosely down her back.

Today though, the girl was dressed in tight jeans, running shoes, and a loose green top that was belted at the waist. Aimee watched her read and felt her heart soar within her breast, and thought again how wonderful it would be if the girl walked over and swept her up into her arms. She put the magazine down and turned suddenly, walking down the aisle toward Aimee. Her small blue eyes met Aimee's from several yards away, through the glass of the display, and Aimee fell back onto the floor on her ass, blushing furiously.

When Aimee stood and brushed herself off she looked around, but the girl was gone. Aimee remembered the girl's beautiful blue eyes, her thick lashes, the perpetual smolder in her gaze, and she shivered inside and out. It occurred to her that the girl had seen her, caught her watching, and had...smiled?

* * * * *

Stars exploded behind Aimee's eyes as her orgasm hit her, rolling through her body and then returning to concentrate in her clit, now only softly rubbed by her wet fingers. She gasped and moaned, kicking the covers from her bed again. For more than a month, Aimee had masturbated nightly to her fantasy woman, the blonde with the amazing body and the smoky eyes; the most beautiful woman Aimee could ever imagine. The encounter a few days earlier, when their eyes had met, had signaled a strengthening of her response, and now Aimee would come so explosively that she could hardly stand for a few minutes after.

As soon as she could, Aimee got up from her bed and closed her robe, heading into the hall of the apartment she shared with Collette and Sarah. She went into the bathroom and started the shower, dropping her robe and turning to face the mirror. She looked at her pale, plain round face, her large dark brown eyes, her too thick eyebrows that seemed to defy plucking, and her shag cut, dark brown hair that hung barely to her shoulders.

She looked at her skinny neck and her too wide shoulders, her prominent collar bone, and her small, unimpressive breasts with small, plain nipples. The muscle of her belly was hidden behind a layer of baby fat, and while slim, she didn't have much of a waist to speak of. Her hips were too full, her ass flabby, and her legs plain and unattractive.

Even her pussy confounded her. She had tried shaving the dark curls a month before, but that had looked silly, so she was growing it back. So far, she had only a rough triangle of long, curled stubble. Overall, Aimee thought sadly, even she wouldn't fuck her. The water wasn't even hot when Aimee moved beneath the spray, but it was either that or watch herself start to cry.

* * * * *

Aimee had just finished cleaning the cutter when she turned and saw someone standing by her register. "How can I help you?" she said, stepping up to the counter, and she looked up into the smoky blue eyes of her fantasy.

The girl's voice was soft, sultry, and her soft, pink lips parted as she spoke, revealing perfect little teeth and a hint of pink tongue. Aimee's lips parted and her mouth went completely dry. She felt her throat tighten, and she fought to keep from trembling. It was then that she realized she hadn't heard a single word the girl had said.

"I-I'm sorry?" Aimee stammered, averting her eyes but finding herself now staring at the lovely breasts before her, sensuously caressed by the soft yellow fabric of a tank top, the soft curves creating shadows where the fabric hugged her beautiful... Aimee tore her eyes away and looked back into the girl's eyes, and she said, "I didn't hear you. I'm sorry."

The girl was smiling, her eyes locked with Aimee's, and Aimee felt herself drawn into them. "I said, I'd like a diet," the girl said, "please." Aimee reflected on how she had to look up into the girl's eyes, and how she must be about five-eight, to Aimee's five-four. The girl was so gorgeous, her skin was flawless, the little pout of her lips exciting, the promise of other things being soft and pink and pouty, and... "Medium," the girl said, and Aimee closed her eyes and shook her head.

Aimee turned and grabbed a paper cup and filled the bottom quarter with crushed ice. She filled the cup with diet soda and snapped the plastic lid over the top before turning back to the girl, catching her eyes jumping up to meet her own. Was she looking at my butt? Ohmygod! She was looking at my ass! Aimee felt herself becoming very excited, her nipples growing tender and sensitive, her pussy becoming creamy and wet. The girl was smiling softly at Aimee, and she raised her eyebrows and softly asked, "Is that for me?"

"Oh yeah," Aimee whispered hoarsely, and then realized she was talking about the cold cup of soda in her hands. Shit! "Yes," Aimee said quickly, holding the cup out to the girl, "Here you go."

She watched the girl push a straw into the cover of the cup, then lifted it up and put her lips around the straw and sucked softly, the straw darkening as the soda was drawn into her mouth. The girl was smiling at her again, her eyes sparkling, and Aimee was rapt, unable to tear her attention away from her delightful dream girl.

She heard a tap and looked down, and saw the girl was holding a debit card in her fingers. Shit! Shit! Shit! Aimee took the card and rang up the purchase. As she was about to hand the card back she looked at the face, at the picture there. The girl's picture looked like a professional modeling photo. Aimee sighed, thinking about how her own picture looked like a tweaker pirate. She also saw something else on the card, and her heart burst with excitement as she handed the card back, smiling broadly.

"Here's your card and your receipt," she said, beaming happily, "Angel."

"Thank you, Aimee," Angel Holliman said softly, not even glancing at Aimee's name tag. Aimee watched Angel walk away slowly, her hips swaying and causing her short, loose skirt to dance gently around her hips. As soon as she was out of sight, Aimee grabbed the phone and hit the button to connect with Joe, the manager.

When Joe picked up the phone Aimee told him she had a bathroom emergency, and he told her to go ahead. Slamming the receiver into the cradle, Aimee took off at a brisk walk through the store to the back and into the employee passage, past the break room and down the hall to the bathroom.

Aimee slammed the bathroom door and threw the lock, then leaned back against the door. Her hand slid under her waistband and her fingers found her excited clit, she was so wet. She rubbed softly and came hard, immediately, her knees buckling and her back sliding down the door until she sat on the floor, gasping and whining softly. She had it bad for that girl, and that wasn't good.

* * * * *

Aimee's cheek was pressed to her pillow, one arm reaching beneath her, rubbing her pussy softly, her sweet juices making her fingers and hand wet and sticky. Her other gripped her breast roughly, pinching her nipple, and Aimee gasped and whined as she brought herself closer to climax. "Oh, Angel!" Aimee moaned, and her orgasm took her, her ass wiggling and shaking in the air, her juices running down her arm.

A half hour later, Aimee stepped into the hallway, wearing her robe, and saw Collette standing there, her arms crossed, leaning her shoulder against the wall. "Who's Angel?" Collette asked, smiling broadly.

Aimee flushed with embarrassment, wondering how loudly and how many times she'd cried out Angel's name. "None of your business!" Aimee said, bustling past the tall brunette and slamming the bathroom door.

"Hey, Sweetheart," Collette said through the door, "It sounds like she's pretty special, that's all. I hope you bring her around sometime."

"Me too," Aimee whispered as she turned on the water for her shower.

* * * * *

Aimee had just finished the last of a seven customer rush and was cleaning up when she saw Angel reading a magazine on aisle 11. She had her hair combed over to one side so that it cascaded over her shoulder, and she wore a tight little camisole with pink spaghetti straps, a flouncy yellow miniskirt with a floral print, and little white strappy sandals with a kitten heel.

Aimee smiled and waved a little when Angel looked over and saw her, and Angel smiled, her mouth moving. Aimee couldn't hear her from so far away, but she was sure that Angel had said, "Hi Aimee." A few minutes later, Angel was at her counter, and Aimee went to her.

"Can I get you a diet," Aimee asked softly, "on me?"

Angel was gazing into Aimee's eyes, and she said, "In a cup would be fine." Aimee giggled when she got it, feeling her face flush. She turned and made the soda for Angel, then handed it to her, watching her take a sip, her lips surrounding the straw, so soft and pink and pouty.

Seeing the magazine on the counter, Aimee asked, "Do you want to pay for that here?"

"Sure," Angel said, getting out her wallet and handing Aimee her debit card. She picked up the magazine to run it over the scanner and stopped. Maxim? What kind of girl reads Maxim? She looked up at Angel, who was smiling shyly. "I like the pictures," she said quietly, and Aimee shivered, her panties getting moist.

She ran the card and handed it back to Angel, along with the receipt and the Maxim. Angel stood there, sipping from the lucky straw, looking at Aimee expectantly. "Can I get you something else?" Aimee asked, feeling breathless.

"I think it's really cute that you're all shy and everything," Angel said, "but if you're not going to ask, then I guess I'll have to." She paused to sip again from her soda, and couldn't have missed Aimee's trembling. "Can I have your phone number?"

"Why?" Aimee asked, feeling like someone was playing a joke on her.

"So I can call you later and ask you out." Angel looked uncertain for the first time. "I mean, I'm sorry I thought you were interested," Angel looked away, her face flushing.

"Oh I am!" Aimee said, too loudly. "But why would someone like you want to, I mean, I'm not even, I mean, It's just that, I mean, you're so beautiful!"

Angel was blushing deeply, and she bit her lower lip softly until her smile grew too big and her lip popped free of her teeth. "Thank you," she whispered, "I think you're totally cute."

"Me?" Aimee said, feeling her eyes tearing up. "I'm cute?"

"Totally cute," Angel said, and then giggled. "Look, can I get your number?"

Aimee snatched the Maxim out of Angel's hand and she scrawled her telephone number across the cover. "I'm home tonight at seven. Call me anytime! We can go out, maybe see a movie or something."

Angel smiled and she picked up the magazine, rolling it up, and then she impulsively darted her head forward and kissed Aimee's cheek before turning and striding away, a bounce in her step. Dear diary, Aimee thought, watching Angel's long legs and her swaying skirt as she walked away, today was the very very best day of my life.

* * * * *

It was nearly nine, and Aimee was perched on the couch in her apartment she shared with Collette and Sarah, staring at the telephone. The doubt had begun at seven-oh-one, and had become stronger and stronger, even the cheap red wine she'd been drinking hadn't helped. She was becoming convinced that everything that had happened had been a big joke. The gorgeous blonde was making fun of her. There was no way a girl like that thought that someone like Aimee was "totally cute". It should have been so obvious!

And then the phone rang. Aimee stared at it, her heart pounding. It rang again. It was ringing a third time when she snapped up the receiver and breathlessly said, "Hello?"

"Hi Aimee," she heard Angel's voice on the line.

"Hi Angel."

"I would have called earlier, but I thought you might be busy, just getting home from work and all."

"No problem," Aimee said, looking at the black screen of the television, "I was just watching some T.V."

"What are you watching?"

"Nothing. I lied. I've been sitting here going crazy waiting for you to call." Aimee winced, knowing how pathetic she sounded, how pathetic she was.

"That's sweet," Angel said. "I'm sorry I made you wait."

"It's worth it to hear your voice." The wine was buzzing in Aimee's head, making her blink slowly. Her whole body was alive, thrumming with energy.

"Do you want to maybe meet and get some coffee or something?" Angel sounded kind of nervous too.

"You could come over," Aimee said, and her eyes squeezed shut as she said, "We can have coffee and I'll make you breakfast."

"I like having breakfast at dinner time too," Angel said.

"That's not what I meant," Aimee said, her heart pounding. "I meant if you come over now, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Wow," Angel said, "Shy, but not into waiting, huh?"

"I've been waiting for you for all of my life, and I've been watching you, falling for you, for months. I don't want to wait anymore," Aimee said, a tear running down her cheek.

"I'll come over," Angel said softly, "but no promises about breakfast, okay?"

"Ya," Aimee said, and she told Angel her address and gave her directions. Amazingly, Angel lived only a few miles away.

As soon as she hung up the phone, Aimee jumped up and ran, squealing, to her bedroom and undressed as quickly as she could. She ran naked down the hall and jumped into a cold shower, scrubbing herself quickly, and then toweled herself as she ran back to her room.

Aimee stared at her open underwear drawer, and finally pulled out a pair of low-rise bikini panties with turquoise, sea foam, and white stripes. As she slipped them on she tried to imagine what she could wear that wouldn't be too slutty, but would get her point across. Not having decided yet on what skirt to wear, she pulled on a cap sleeved white blouse and had just buttoned it when the doorbell rang.

She ran to the front door and pulled it open, realizing at the very last moment that she hadn't put on a skirt yet. Angel saw Aimee and smiled, and she said, "If I had legs like yours I'd want to show them off too."

Aimee showed her in, noticing that her blouse hung down past her panties, and did show off her legs nicely, or as well as her chunky legs could be shown off. Angel still wore her cami top and little skirt. She walked into the apartment and sat on the couch, pulling her long legs up beneath her.

Aimee stared at her, sitting there like a jewel in the plain, drab surroundings of the apartment. After a moment, she regained her senses and went into the kitchen and started the coffee brewing. She came out and sat on the couch, on the other end from Angel.

"You look pretty," Angel said, "and kind of hot too." Aimee flushed and looked down at herself. She shrugged. After a moment of silence, Angel said, "So, you're only shy when I'm with you? You were pretty brave on the phone." Aimee shivered, wishing she could find the courage to even meet Angel's eyes after the things she'd said on the telephone. "Fine," Angel said, "then I'll do it."

Angel leaned toward Aimee and crawled closer, and her face was only inches from Aimee's, her lips parting, and Aimee leaned into her, pressing her lips to Angel's. Her arms were around the slender girl, pulling her close, and Angel settled into Aimee, her hand reaching up to tangle her fingers in Aimee's wet hair.

Both were breathing hard, breath exploding from their nostrils as they kissed, sucking one another's lips, tasting one another's tongues, and when they paused, their foreheads pressed together, their breath heating each other's face, both were shaking with passion. They continued to kiss, alternating between passion and softness, their bodies pressed together and held tightly in each other's arms, as the aroma of brewing coffee filled the apartment.

Aimee's body hummed with erotic energy, her nipples painfully hard and sensitive, her pussy wet and softly contracting onto itself, begging her to be filled, her every nerve ending singing. Angel's hand pulled from Aimee's hair and ran down to her neck, gripping her briefly, and then sliding down to cup and softly squeeze her breast.

Aimee's pussy tightened and she felt pleasure running out through her thighs, and then it happened again when Angel squeezed her breast softly but firmly, and Aimee couldn't help but moan her name. Angel was unbuttoning Aimee's blouse then, slowly, her fingers fumbling with the little white buttons. Her tongue teased Aimee's, and then she lightly bit Aimee's lip. Then Angel was kissing Aimee's neck, tingling pleasure running up and down her spine, through her breasts, and down through her belly to join the ripples of joy that were humming through her pussy and thighs, causing her feet to twist and her toes to curl.

Aimee was certain, without any question, that she had never felt such pleasure and excitement in her entire life.

Angel pushed Aimee's blouse open and she looked down at her breasts and smiled happily. "Oh, Aimee," she breathed, "they're so beautiful! Even nicer than I'd imagined."

Liar, Aimee thought, and then, Imagined? Angel had imagined Aimee's breasts? But all thoughts left her when Angel's lips closed around a nipple and she sucked softly, running her tongue over the tightly drawn and sensitive skin. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through her body from that nipple, setting off shockwaves that made her pussy contract hard on itself, almost painfully, and as she cried out she felt her ass convulse and wondered...

Angel pulled away from Aimee's breast slowly, rising to meet her eyes. It took Aimee a moment to focus, but then the smoky little blue eyes twinkled and Angel asked her, "Aimee, did you just come?" All Aimee could do was nod slightly, and then her head rolled back. "Oh," Angel whispered breathlessly, "that's so fucking hot." She put her lips to Aimee's breasts again, kissing softly until she found the other nipple and sucked on it softly while Aimee moaned and shook.

The door opened and Collette and Sarah walked into the living room, talking to one another about school. They attended night classes at the community school together. Angel leaped back to the other end of the couch, straightening her skirt, and Aimee clumsily tried to pull her blouse closed.




The Supermarket Ch. 05



"Er, Hi!" Collette said, a slow smile spreading across her face. The tall, pretty brunette looked from Aimee to Angel and back. "Don't let us interrupt you."

The slightly stocky blonde, Sarah, chuckled softly. "Coffee smells good," she said, and then added, "but the sex smells better." Collette punched Sarah's arm, and not lightly.

"We'll be in our room," Collette said. "By the way, I'm Collette and this rude tramp is my girlfriend Sarah."

"Hi," Angel said softly, still embarrassed, "I'm Angel."

"Oh!" Collette said, her eyes lighting up. "So you're Angel," she said, stressing the "you're". "I've been wanting to meet you."

"Does Aimee talk about me?" Angel asked, curious.

"You could say that," Collette said, and before anyone could stop her, Sarah added, "More like screaming your name all freakin' night long!" A punch in the shoulder later, Collette grabbed Sarah and began to drag her down the hall, calling back over her shoulder, "It's great to meet you, Angel. I hope we'll be seeing a lot of you."

"I'll understand if you want to leave," Aimee said, blushing furiously. "But I don't want you to."

"I like your roommates," Angel said, moving back into Aimee's arms, "Even Sarah." They kissed again, and Aimee felt herself melting back into the totally relaxed state of pure joy at the touch of Angel's lips on hers, Angel's body pressed to hers. And then, shockingly, Angel stood up from the couch. She took Aimee's hands and pulled her up as well, though she teetered unsteadily, her legs not quite recovered from the two orgasms she'd just had. "Let's get some of that coffee, okay?"

They were in the kitchen, leaning against opposite counters and sipping the hot brew. "You make wonderful coffee," Angel said, and they heard a violent sound from outside the kitchen, followed by a moan. Another sound, like a slap, and then a soft cry of pain. "What is that?" Angel asked, suddenly very uncomfortable, and slightly frightened.

"Collette and Sarah," Aimee said softly. "You saw Collette hit Sarah? That's Sarah getting her back."

"Should we do anything?" Angel asked, very concerned.

"Angel," Aimee said softly, "that's how they get off. In the bedroom, Sarah smacks the shit out of Collette and then they fuck. It's just her ass, I mean; Sarah doesn't really beat her up or anything."

"Kinky," Angel whispered. "Are you into anything like that?"

Aimee smiled. "I'm into anything you want me to be into. I'm totally into you."

Angel set her cup on the counter and went to Aimee. She took her cup and set it on the counter as well, then took Aimee's face into her hands and kissed her softly, deeply. Pulling away slowly, Angel smacked her lips and whispered, "That is good coffee."

"You use too much milk," Aimee commented, then pulled Angel's hips to hers and she leaned up and kissed Angel as she wrapped her arms around her. They kissed, their passion rising as the sounds of frantic lovemaking came from elsewhere in the apartment. "Come on," Aimee said finally, taking Angel's delicate hand in hers and leading her out of the kitchen and down the hallway to her bedroom.

"Get your tongue up in there! Suck my cunt, you whore!" Sarah growled from behind the closed bedroom door as they passed, and Angel hurried to follow Aimee more closely.

Once inside the room, Aimee closed the door and took off her blouse, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Angel looked at her for a moment before pulling her little cami top off over her head, her breasts bouncing softly when they were freed of the cloth. Aimee felt a rush of excitement as she watched Angel's breasts settle, her nipples tiny, hard, and pink.

"Are those natural?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yeah!" Angel said, looking down at herself. "Why?"

"I didn't think nature did such good work," Aimee said, and she moved close to Angel and put her hand uncertainly to Angel's breast, fondling it softly. "They're perfect, like the rest of you."

"You haven't seen the rest of me," Angel sighed, enjoying Aimee's touch. Aimee grasped Angel's skirt and yanked it down, over her hips, and let it drop to pool at her feet, and Angel gasped surprise. Angel was wearing a tiny white satin thong with lace trim, and Aimee's mouth began to water.

Giggling, Angel jumped onto Aimee's bed and stretched out languidly, her arms over her head, her legs kicking out slowly, feeling the sheets against her skin. Aimee sighed, looking at Angel and seeing a picture more beautiful than anything she'd ever seen in any magazine. There wasn't a single thing that she could see about Angel that she couldn't describe simply, as perfect.

"Aimee," Angel purred as her hands ran over her breasts and down over her smooth, taut belly, "you are so beautiful. I've wanted you since I first saw you." When Aimee snorted, Angel said, "Take off your pretty little panties and let me tell you what I see."

Smiling, but very afraid, Aimee slipped her panties down and off, seeing in them the evidence of not only her excitement, but her orgasms as well. She stood up straight and held her arms out from her sides, her lips pressed tightly together.

Angel sighed, and said, "The first thing I noticed were your great big, beautiful dark eyes. They're so expressive and at the same time mysterious. Your face is soft, but strong, and your lips look so inviting, so small and pretty. I love your hair. It always looks so nice, but like you've been out in the wind, or maybe just had wild sex."

"Your neck is so delicate, made for kissing, and your body, oh man, your body. You have a body like a gymnast or a swimmer in the Olympics or something, but not all hard and muscular. You have girl curves and are soft and you make me want to cuddle the hell out of you." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her fingers slipping into her waistband of her panties and then lower. She sighed again, and then said, "You have the most beautiful ass, even in your work clothes. The first time I saw it I wanted to bite it, to chew it up and rub my face on it."

"I never got to see your legs before tonight, but they're so gorgeous! I mean they're long and curvy, and your thighs have real tone, your calves are so soft looking, and you have those cute little ankles and..." she sighed softly, her eyes closing, and Aimee saw that her fingers were moving slowly inside her panties. Angel's lips parted and she sighed again, her back arching slightly.

Aimee watched Angel masturbate slowly, softly, and she ran her hand over her own wet pussy, feeling her heat. She rubbed her clit softly and felt her knees weaken as she watched Angel's hand move deeper and imagined her fingers sliding into herself. "Take off your panties," Aimee croaked, her fingers moving lower on herself, teasing at her own hot, wet hole.

Angel slipped her white satin panties down her thighs and kicked them off, then opened her legs to display her plump, pink pussy, glistening with moisture and topped by a tiny strip of golden blonde curls. Then her fingers obscured the view, and Aimee watched as she lightly stroked her clit with one hand while slipping two fingers from the other hand into her pussy. Aimee's mouth was dry, her pussy wet and throbbing with desire. She felt hot and a little dizzy, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her perfect lover touching herself, listening to her moan softly as she brought herself closer to orgasm.

Aimee slowly moved closer to Angel, and she first sat on the edge of the bed, and then slowly leaned over until her face was close to Angel and she inhaled her scent, grew heady with it, and as her lips reached Angel's fingers they withdrew, and she pressed her lips to the hot, wet skin there and kissed Angel's pussy deeply.

She slowly, lovingly slipped two fingers into the grasping canal, feeling Angel's pussy take hold of her fingers rhythmically, and hearing her moan, "Oh Aimee!" again and again. Her lips found Angels clit, standing proudly, and she kissed it first, hearing the gasp interrupt her moans, and then she sucked softly on it, loved it with her tongue. Her fingers slipped into and out of Angel's pussy softly, and Angel whined even louder as the moments passed, her orgasm growing within her.

Unable to contain herself, Aimee slipped her fingers from Angel and used them to rub softly on her clit while she put her lips around the pulsating entrance to her passage and slid her tongue deeply inside her, as far as she could go, her face pressing hard to hot, wet flesh, and she drank deeply and was rewarded by loud cries of abandon while her mouth was flooded with hot, sweet cum. Aimee flicked her tongue deeply into Angel, drawing out more and more of her sweet thick nectar even as it flowed freely, coating her cheeks and chin and lips and tongue. Angel grabbed hands full of Aimee's hair and pulled, and it was painful, terribly so, but she didn't mind.

As Angel calmed, Aimee rose slowly up her body, first rubbing her face into her golden curls, drinking in their scent, then up over her shivering, quivering belly, to pause at her breasts and gently love each one and the nipple that topped it. She kissed Angel's shoulders and then her neck, nuzzled into her ear, and then kissed her mouth, sucking her lips as hers were sucked and tasted in return.

"Oh baby," Angel purred, "I taste good."

"Yeah you do," Aimee said, and then kissed her more. She ran her fingers through Angel's golden hair, mindless of the wetness she was putting there, and savored the feel of Angel's soft body beneath her, their breasts pressing together, her pussy on the swell of Angel's lower belly. They kissed and kissed, certain they would never tire of it, and when Angel's fingers dug into the cheeks of Aimee's ass she moaned with desire.

"I want to taste you now," Angel whispered into Aimee's ear, and Aimee couldn't help but moan again. Angel paused though, to lick and suck on Aimee's breasts again, each touch, each loving caress, each lash of tongue or suck with lips, brought such pleasure, fanned the fires within her so that she feared she'd explode and die. Aimee felt the pleasure as a physical thing, a fluid, running through her body, in her thighs, her tummy, her breasts, her shoulders, her ass, and strongest inside her, in and around her womb.

Aimee felt Angel's lips brushing softly over her tummy, down across her belly to playfully flicker her tongue in Aimee's belly button, and then lower, an uncomfortable tight pleasure building inside her vagina, as it contracted hard against itself, demanding relief. She was so horny that it both hurt and felt delicious. Then she felt Angel's tiny fingers rubbing around her entrance, teasing her, and she pressed her hips to them, tried to capture them, but Angel was being a tease, refusing to plunge her fingers in.

Angel's breath was hot and tickled Aimee's clit, and her tongue darted out, stabbed at Aimee's clit, sending waves of joy throbbing through her and she shook with desire fueled by the waves. The fingers teased, and her tongue darted, and Aimee felt completely helpless, tortured by pure ecstasy.

"Oh Angel," Aimee whined between loud moans of rapturous joy, "Please fuck me. Make love to me with your fingers, please," she begged. And the fingers filled her. Aimee screamed with joy, arching and pressing her pussy down hard on Angel's hand, as explosions of ecstasy surrounded the welcome invading fingers, her pussy grabbing hard on them, her contractions strong and wonderful. Even arched and tense as she was, Aimee writhed and whined loudly.

"That's right, Aimee," she heard Angel cooing softly as if she were so far away, "come all over my hand. I can feel you coming, Baby, and I love it. Come for me."

Aimee couldn't breathe, she couldn't will herself to move, only let the contractions move her body without her volition. She continued to writhe slowly, painfully, as the orgasm, or orgasms, rolled through her unchecked. And as they finally began to ebb, finally releasing little bits of her body to her control once more, Aimee slowly lowered to the bed, aware that she was covered with perspiration, and very, very satisfied.

And then Angel was there, kissing her lips, holding her. From nowhere the thought struck Aimee, Dear diary, now this is the very bestest day of my whole life. As they kissed, her heart returning to a safe speed, her breath calming, Aimee was touched again by desire, no desire for herself but rather to make Angel, her Angel, feel as good as she felt at that moment.

Aimee rolled Angel onto her belly, kissing her neck, and then nuzzling at her nape, and as Angel's hips rose, her ass rising against Aimee's hips, Aimee pressed forward, pressing her hips and thighs tightly to Angel's ass, and Angel gasped softly. Aimee kissed between Angel's shoulders, then slowly moved farther down her spine, to kiss the spot just where lower back and ass become one, and then lower still, kissing and biting playfully at the cheeks of her sweet ass.

Without warning or permission, Aimee spread Angel's ass wide and flickered her tongue insistently against her tiny anus, and Angel squealed loudly. "Oh fuck, Baby," Angel gasped breathlessly, "That's nice!" Aimee took that as permission and put her lips to Angel's ass and pressed her tongue past the tiny ring and wiggled it joyfully while Angel giggled and shouted passionately.

Aimee pushed two fingers into Angel's pussy, feeling immediately the hard grasping of her, the rhythmic contractions, and she fucked her pussy slowly with her fingers while she rimmed her tongue in Angel's tight little asshole. Angel came hard, her passage closing down powerfully on Aimee's fingers even as wetness seemed to jet around them to drip down her arm and Angel's thighs, her cries a stream of, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

And then she collapsed and was quiet, whining softly between deep sobbing breaths. Aimee slipped her fingers free of Angel's slick, pulsating canal and she sucked happily on them as she moved up to lie next to her semi conscious lover. She pulled her up into her arms and kissed her lips, feeling their weak response, and Aimee held Angel, her Angel, tightly and kissed her until she slipped away to sleep.

* * * * *

They woke with a start together as the alarm clock buzzed. "Shit!" Angel cried, "I'm late for school!"

Still groggy, Aimee woke quickly at the statement. "School?" she asked, feeling terrified.

"Yeah," Angel said, out of the bed and searching the floor for her panties. "I go to State. You know, over by your store? I have a break between afternoon classes and that's when I (there they are!) go in and read the magazines sometimes." She snatched up her panties and her other clothes.

"Slow down, Baby," Aimee purred, feeling every bit the sated sex kitten. She was watching Angel's tight little body rush around the room and feeling like the queen of all she surveyed. "You're already late. Let's grab a shower and maybe get that breakfast I promised."

Angel smiled, and Aimee's heart burst with joy. "Sorry Sweetie, but I've got to go. Maybe we can have dinner?"

"And breakfast?" Aimee added, rolling onto her stomach and stretching.

"And then lunch and then dinner again, okay?" Angel laughed, slapping Aimee's ass playfully. Aimee's head flew up, her eyes wide, surprised at the burst of creamy excitement in her pussy at the slap.

Angel pulled her cami top on and rushed over to kiss Aimee, and even though hurried, their kiss lingered for a long time. "I've got to go, Aimee. I'll call you tonight?"

"Just come over!" Aimee yelled at her as Angel rushed down the hall. She heard the front door slam and whispered, "I love you Angel."

"I heard that," Collette said, standing in the hallway, wearing a robe. Aimee blushed. "So, that's your Angel, huh?"

"That's my Angel."

"She's nice," Collette said, smiling.