"I'm glad you finally agreed to have lunch with me," said Martin, looking at Katherine across the small, round table in the cafeteria. Glancing around, he saw a fair enough crowd milling at the very edges of the room. For the most part, they were alone in a sea of people. That was exactly what he wanted.
"Don't be like that, Marty," Katherine said. "It's just that I've been so mixed up lately. I don't know what's happening to me."
"It's the job, isn't it? I can tell. Every time I mention it, you tense up and look like I'm going to hit you. What's wrong with clerking in a ladies' lingerie department, for Christ's sake?"
"The manager," she said in a voice almost too soft to hear.
"He's bugging you, huh? Just tell him I'll smash his face in if he even tries to touch you!"
Katherine looked at her boyfriend and decided he wasn't kidding. Martin meant what he said. She'd never thought of Marty as being the physical type before. At least not the type who got into fights. The tiny details she saw now made her change her opinion. Scars on his knuckles might have come from a lot of things; she guessed now that they came from fist fights. And the muscles rippling under his skin weren't small. He was strong for his size and weight.
The girl had begun to tell all, then stopped. She couldn't have Marty fighting her fights for her. Besides, he might go too far and actually harm Bennett. She would get fired and there might be a real scandal as a result. She wasn't sure she could bear the shame involved in something like that. Her parents would never understand her motives for wanting to go out on her own or her motives for putting up with the shit dished out by Bennett.
For that matter, Katherine wasn't sure she understood why she took whatever her manager did to her without complaining loud and long.
The girl knew that embarrassment was part of it. She didn't want to admit that she had actually done all those lewd, awful things. Seeing the one buyer jack off had been bad – modeling the skimpy costumes to make him do it was even worse. And the bout with Bennett and his friend, Joe, the prior day had sapped her will power.
"I've just been working too hard, Marty," she ended up saying. She hated herself for lying to him, but it was all she could do.
"I have just the recipe for hard work," he said, a smug look on his face. "It's called hard play. Let's take off this weekend and go up to the cabin in the woods. We haven't been up there in months and months."
"All weekend?" she asked, startled.
"Sure, why not? We're all grown up now," he laughed. "You're able to vote for President, heaven help us all, and you're much too pretty and much too old to remain a virgin."
She bit her lip again. She had been saving her cherry for her husband – and that could have been Marty. She shook her head slowly, indicating that she was thinking. He took it to mean that she didn't want to go into the woods.
"You're all uptight over my suggestions. Hell, Katherine, loosen up. Enjoy yourself. You only have one life and you should grab all the enjoyment from it you can." He wiggled forward a little on his chair. She frowned at the awkward gesture, then jumped when she felt a hot foot pressing in between her legs.
"Marty! What are you doing?"
"Just wait and see. And don't let on that anything's out of the ordinary."
She felt his toes wiggling upwards toward her snatch. She sighed in sheer pleasure as his toes caressed her pussy lips through the thin white cotton of her panties. She wished she'd worn a pair of those crotchless wonders or even nothing at all! "You're wet," she said.
"For you," she almost whispered. She writhed around on the chair as his toes worked up and down her drenched gash. The girl leaned back in her chair and let her legs drift even wider apart so that he could press into the soggy material of her panties and almost get his toe up into her cunthole. She moaned louder and finally said, "Can your toes grip down tight?"
"Huh? Sure, I guess so. Why?"
She smiled back at him as she lifted her ass off the chair. She reached down and got the back of her panties moving down over the curve of her buttocks.
"Carry on," she said.
And he did. He pulled and stroked and yanked and finally got her panties off her. She was stark naked under her skirt and only the two of them in the cafeteria knew it. The teenager shivered as the cold metal of the seat worked into her flesh. The curve of Marty's foot pressing into her thigh kept her plenty warm though.
She almost came when his toe managed to slip all the way between her turgid cunt lips and into her pussy. She felt his toe wiggle back and forth inside against her liquid twat walls. Being fucked by a guy's toe wasn't as good as having a cock up her snatch, but it was better than nothing. And the possible threat of discovery made this exciting.
"M-Marty," she stuttered, "Would you mind it terribly if you found out I wasn't a virgin?"
The surprised look on his face almost made her wish she hadn't said a word. He needn't know. Not really. And now she was going to ruin everything. She wanted to cry.
Then he really surprised her by answering, "Hell no, honey. I love you. That doesn't matter to me. Really."
She read in his eyes that it didn't. The girl didn't figure out what was in the man's head. She'd always thought a cherry was the most precious possession she could offer. If she'd had the nerve to ask, he would have told her that stupid little piece of membrane had been holding them both back from a hell of a lot of good fucking. Now that it was no longer between them, they could get on to more exciting things than just talking about fucking.
"Fuck me with your toe. Do it fast and do it good," she said.
He didn't answer. He started moving his toe in and out of her cunt and felt the ring of pussy lips crush down on his toe. He looked up, startled, then smiled broadly. This was more like it; she was responding. And to have his prick buried all the way up that juicy cunt would be nothing less than sheer heaven for him.
He slid free of her cunt and ran down the length of her pussy lips, lightly caressing just the edges. This made the girl suck in her breath hard. He knew she was almost at the point of orgasm. He worked harder to get her off. His entire foot was drenched with her pussy fluids now. He knew she was turned on and wanted her to beg for his prick by the time he was through with her.
He found the tiny little button of her cunt. Her clit poked out of the folds at the front of the vee of her pussy lips. He caught it up and stroked with smooth motions. The girl made a sound halfway between a cough and a scream as she came.
Guiltily, she looked around the room to see if anyone had seen her come. Not a single person had so much as turned to see what had made the strange noise. That pleased her. Her passions were still a secret shared only with Marty.
"I got to stop," he told her. "My leg's getting cramped."
"Is everything tired, or just your leg?"
For a moment, he didn't know what she meant. He had grown accustomed to a shy young girl who would never come right out and say what she wanted. Now that she had grown up and wanted cock, it took him totally by surprise.
"I think there might be something a bit more deserving of that fine hole than my toe."
"I don't want just anything stuffed up it," she said primly. "This has got to be round and hot and hard – and long. Very long – otherwise, it's not worthy of my time."
"Shit, the kid's got delusions of grandeur!" he said. "But why not try me? We can go to my office."
"Here. Now."
And she swarmed up out of her chair and plopped herself firmly into his lap. The man was too surprised to protest. She rearranged her skirt so that it hung down over his knees and left her bare ass sitting on his lap. The teenager reached under and managed to get his fly open. His prick leaped out, as eager as a racehorse in a starting gate.
"Look, Katherine, this is going too far. Not here."
Her lips pressed hungrily into his and her tongue shot into the dank cavern of his mouth. Their tongues tangled, erotically until the man was gasping for air.
"Like this?" she asked.
"God, what a change! This is not the shy girl I've come to love! Hell, this is one aggressive chick, and I love her even more!" He wiggled uncomfortably under her weight and said, "Are you going to just sit on my lap or are you going to do something we both might enjoy a lot more?"
"Like this?"
She lifted her butt and spread her legs slightly, the motion concealed from prying eyes by the length of her skirt. She lowered her ass and the man's jutting prick drove between her legs. The girl shuddered as the hot tip of his prick raced along her well-greased sex slash. She bounced up and down a couple times lubricating the shaft and then lifted up again.
"Ready?"
"Christ, yes," he moaned. "I've never been readier!"
He was wrong. He wasn't ready for the hot, clutching cunt that suddenly enveloped his cock. He was thinking of all the other chicks he had balled. Their pussies seemed loose and floppy compared to Katherine's. She might not be a virgin any more, but her cunt wasn't well reamed. Not yet. But he would change that!
"You're sweating," she said. "Do I do that to you?" She playfully tensed her pussy muscles and massaged the entire length of his buried cock.
"God, you're no virgin, that's for sure. No virgin ever knew tricks like you're using on me now!"
"Tricks?" she said innocently. "What tricks? Not something like this or this, maybe?" She began tensing and relaxing her pussy walls around his prick. She gripped down with feverish intensity, then released him. Coupled with this, she added a little twisting motion that tried to rip his prick out by the roots.
She know she'd gotten to him by the way his prick swelled up even more inside her tight fuck channel and the way his cock danced and bucked.
"Go on, honey, move. Up and down. Fuck yourself. I don't know how long I can stand this!"
"And I thought you were the great cocksman," she chided. "What happened?"
"Every time I balled a chick, I found myself thinking what it would be like with you. Every time I jerked off, I did it with your sweet face in my head. And now it's happening, I can't control myself!"
"Other chicks, huh?" she said. "I'll show you!"
"Do."
She began bouncing up and down on his prick faster and faster. The lewd squishing noise coming from her pussy couldn't be heard due to the muffling of her skirt. But they both heard it. And they both felt the effects of the fucking too.
She moaned softly and buried her face into his shoulder as she continued to screw herself on his impossibly long, hard prick. The way the knobby head drove all the way up into her cunt, she thought that she could open her mouth and have his prick leap out. The head of his pecker actually touched the softly padded neck of her cervix. She hadn't believed any man's prick could sink that far into the boiling hot flesh of her pussy.
His hands gripped her around the waist, supported her, guided her in the motion he wanted most. She felt his swollen prick deep inside lurching hard against the tender, juicy walls of her pussy. Tensing and relaxing her belly muscles no longer gave her the thrill it once did. She was totally filled with cock. Any more and she would go wild.
His hand crept under her skirt and found her clitoris. Using slow movements, coordinated with her self-fucking motion, he managed to drive her out of her mind with lust. She came, bellowing like she was mad rather than in heat.
Heads turned and stared at the couple. She kept fucking, faster now that the need was mounting so fast in her loins.
"You're going to have to stay quiet," he cautioned her. "You'll get us arrested!"
"Do they have beds in the jail cells?" she asked.
"I guess so. Why?"
"As long as we're in the same tell, I don't give a flying fuck if we get arrested or not!"
He had to laugh. Then she really took his breath away. She spiraled down the length of his prick and hung on for dear life with her cuntal muscles. She then tried to lift up and away from his cock. She was strong enough to pull him up off his seat.
When his weight became too much to support using just the gripping strength of her cunt muscles, he slid free and landed hard on the seat. He was totally drenched in sweat now. He'd never felt a cunt this tight before, nor one so strong around his entire prick. His balls tightened up in anticipation of spurting out the lead-heavy come in his balls. He fought the white tide of his passion back down.
He didn't want to come. Not yet. He wanted to enjoy this first excursion into the girl's cunt. And it was so delightful that he wished it could go on forever and ever.
"Harder," she, urged. "Drive it in as I come down. I want to feel every single inch of that wonderful fuck stick of yours. It's so big and swollen and wonderful. I can't get enough of it."
"You're going to be filled to overflowing before I finish with you," he said, but it was a boast he knew he couldn't really keep. Using all the tricks he could, he drove his prick up and into her softly yielding cunt as it plunged down and around his pecker. But the man knew he was fighting a losing battle. His body demanded release. And it came.
He jetted out his white-hot come into her eagerly awaiting pussy. The fist-clench around his prick told him that the girl was getting off too. Together, arms locked around one another, they came. And when they were finished with their mutual orgasm, they simply stared into one another's eyes for a long time.
Katherine kissed him on the lips again and said, "I'd better finish my lunch." They carefully put his prick back into his trousers and she stood and swiftly moved to her chair.
"This is the strangest lunch I've ever been to," he commented. "I got dessert before the main course!"
She laughed with him, then asked, "Can I have them back?"
"What?" he said innocently. "What are you talking about?"
"My panties." Her voice was almost a whisper.
"What?" he asked again. "Speak up. I can't hear you."
"Dammit, give me my panties back," her voice this time was louder than normal. A couple people turned and looked curiously at her. The teenager blushed, then laughed with Marty.
This was fun. Sex was fun. Fucking could be a hell of a lot of fun. She had simply had a lousy introduction to it. She sighed and finished eating her lunch, sharing the secret of her naked ass with Marty and Marty alone. Somehow, that little thing brought them even closer together.
And she didn't even jump when she felt his toe working its way toward her pussy again.