"Quit shoving your tits into my chest," Harry chided her. "We've got to make a little money running this shoe store, or I'll have to go out of business."
She knew he was teasing, and she couldn't wait until tonight when they could re-stoke the fires that had flamed so brightly the night before.
"All right, Harry," she conceded. "I'll let your prick off the hook for now. Why do you want me to take that broad of yours, anyway?" she nodded toward the severely dressed woman customer that Harry had been waiting on.
"I just thought you might be able to thaw her out." Harry said suggestively.
"Harry!" Lisa cried, wide-eyed. "You're not telling me that this lady is in need of a good fuck?"
"I'm telling you exactly that. She's hotter than a blast furnace, though you'd have to thaw through that iceberg exterior to get her to admit it. If anybody can do it, you can."
She beamed at his confidence in her. "Okay, Harry," she said. "I'll see what I can do for the poor thing."
"Ma'am," Lisa said, approaching the woman. "I think we've got just the right shoe you need, but I'd like you to step in the back room here to make sure. That way, if you don't like it, I can select another pair right away."
"Why isn't the man waiting on me any more?" she demanded.
"He's… he's getting a cold," Lisa stammered. "And he doesn't want to give it to you."
"Men never want to give me anything," she sighed, following Lisa to the storeroom.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Lisa offered, taking in the full ripeness of the woman's curves. The woman was young – in her mid-twenties, Lisa guessed – but her clothes made her look matronly.
"I just don't know how to behave with men," the woman nearly sobbed.
Lisa surmised it was the first time anyone had genuinely offered to listen to the poor girl's problems. She seemed like a dam ready to burst. In a torrent, the words spilled from her. She had never had an orgasm and despaired of ever having one. It was her fear that kept her from relationships with men.
"If I could teach you what it's like to have an orgasm, do you think that would help?" Lisa questioned.
"Oh, God, could you?" the woman sounded like a frightened child. "I don't really think anyone can help me."
"Don't you count me out yet," Lisa said. "Now the first thing you've got to do is start wearing sexier clothes. I'll go shopping with you later and help you pick out a wardrobe. For now, I want you to slip out of those things you're wearing."
"Get naked? Here?"
"Exactly. How else can I teach you to climax unless I can get at your cunt and your clit?"
"Clit?" she said blankly. "What's a clit?"
Lisa raised her eyes heavenward. No wonder the poor girl had never had an orgasm! "Get those clothes off now," Lisa repeated.
"Oh, fuck me," the woman sighed. "I need to be fucked. I know that much." Her knees were trembling uncontrollably as she slipped out of her clothing.
"What's your name?" Lisa asked.
"Nancy."
Lisa helped the other girl to the floor. She was wildly excited by the sight of the woman's squeezable titties. Her dark curling muff was another inviting target demanding exploration. Quickly, Lisa shed her own clothes.
Lisa's fingers squeezed Nancy's legs together. She watched as the girl almost convulsively began to rub her thighs together. She may not know what her clit is, Lisa thought, but her cunt is already creaming heavily. She's in desperate need of an orgasm, and I intend to see that she gets one – more than one, in fact.
Nancy stretched back, supporting herself slightly on her arms, so that her tits arched out hungrily at the pretty young salesgirl. She tossed her head back, her long, luxurious black hair cascading about her shoulders.
"Are you really going to teach me how to come?" Nancy asked Lisa.
"You can believe it. You're very pretty, you know. Your tits are magnificent!"
Nancy glowed under the girl's compliments. She could feel the tell-tale tingle in her cunt. If only this time, she could reach that ultimate peak!
Lisa's fingers were trembling. They wandered down Nancy's back, caressing the silky smoothness of her skin. She forced her mouth against Nancy's. The woman moaned with delight. Lisa's tongue slithered in and out of the woman's mouth, and she smiled inwardly when Nancy picked up on her actions and began doing the same thing back to her.
They explored the inner contours of each other's mouth, not stopping until they had reached the back of the other's throat. Hands were moving, groping, caressing everywhere. Skin was crushed, pinched, tickled. Their kiss was finally broken only so that the girls could take turns sucking on each other's tits.
First, Lisa went down on Nancy, lapping at her nipples. Then she took her big mounds of tit-flesh one at a time, stuffing her face with them like a ground squirrel hoarding nuts. Her cunt was wet and eager.
She arched responsively when Nancy pushed her back and began to give the same treatment to her tits. Her nipples grew taut and hard as they were stimulated.
"Eat it, sweet thing!" Lisa begged. "Eat my fucking tit right off my chest!"
Nancy's tongue stretched to the utmost. She felt a sense of power she'd never experienced before. She pulled and tugged and bit at the super-sensitive tips of Lisa's nipples. She could feel her own cunt creaming. This girl is going to show me what it's like to come, she thought. Her tits scraped against Lisa's firm belly.
Her tongue continued to lick and lave her delightful tits. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter. She was getting very turned on by sucking on Lisa's tits.
"Oh, oh," she moaned. "Your tits are delicious. I want to suck them off! Oh, God, they're so shittin' good!"
"You suck a great tit, Nancy!" Lisa moaned. "Suck me! Eat me!"
She relaxed on the storeroom floor. Nancy was a fantastic tit sucker. She hadn't had a man who could suck any better. Lisa was determined now, more than ever, to help this woman experience her first orgasm.
Nancy shifted her attention to Lisa's long, slender legs. She started with her toes, then trailed a path up her calf to her kneecap, then on to her thigh, finally pausing when she came to the curling muff of hairs that surrounded Lisa's cunt. She caught her first whiff of pussy. Her tongue shot out. In it went, moving inside Lisa's squirming wet cunt with easy strokes. Her face was buried in a moment.
"Tell me which part is your clit," Nancy demanded. "I know it's in your cunt somewhere. Tell me where it is, and I'll suck it for you!"
Lisa needed to further urging. Her legs spread wide to accommodate the mouth of the other woman. Her fingers held Nancy's head firmly against the mouth of her gaping cunt.
"This is my clit," Lisa moaned, fingering her joy button so that Nancy could see what she was talking about.
"That's a clit!" Nancy exclaimed. "It doesn't look like anything that should have so much power to produce pleasure in a woman's body."
"Maybe not," Lisa moaned, "but it sure as hell does the job."
Nancy watched in fascination as Lisa squirmed and wiggled her cunt. All the girl had done was touch the tiny clit, and Lisa was going wild. What would happen when Nancy put her tongue on the pink bulb? She decided it was time to find out.
Slowly, carefully, Nancy probed Lisa's super-sensitive clit with her tongue. She stabbed at it, poked it, even nibbled at it with her teeth.
"Oh, suck it! Suck it hard!" Lisa shrieked. Lisa's fists clenched at her sides. The muscles in her body tensed with the urge to come, but she held back. She didn't want to frighten Nancy off. The girl had only now discovered the location of a clit; she had to allow her time to find out more of its power. Her legs parted extra-wide. She didn't want Nancy to miss any part of her shuddering cunt with her masterful tongue. She rocked back and forth slowly.