Barb's Burger Joint

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter 3 - The Firing Pool

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in it is imaginary and none of it represents any real-life people, events or medical conditions. Regardless of age depicted, all characters in sexual situations are 18+. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your bag, don't read it. If reading this type of material is illegal where you reside due to your age or whatever, don't read it. Do not repost without permission. This story is copyright the author©2015

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Author's note: set in the Comet Seahag Universe.

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That brings us to the cashiers.

They were all very good looking, but none of them were nice girls. Which is to say they were all rotten bitches.

I'm not exaggerating or being a dick here. My introduction to them came back in 1974, during my first week on the job. I showed up for an afternoon shift to find a couple of them out back on a smoke break. There was a black derelict there, and they were trying to talk him into eating a French fry off the ground for fifty cents. He wouldn't do it. They cursed him and flipped him off until he shuffled away.

Jesus,I remembered thinking.Harsh.

Every one of them came from different social and economic backgrounds, but they all had that in common: they were all shallow, stupid spoiled brats.

Many of them even had juvenile arrest records. I overheard a few conversations and discovered they'd either been busted for drugs (marijuana mostly) or something calledsolicitation. It was a while before I learnt that meant hooking. I don't want to give the impression they were all streetwalkers or something, (none of them were homeless or even economically disadvantaged) but theyweresexually precocious girls with remarkably poor judgment. The kind of girls who weren't averse to trading blow-jobs for beer money, transportation (kids still hitchhiked back in the seventies) or backstage passes to rock shows. Many of them had run afoul of the police that way.

Barb really knew how to pick 'em. Without exception these teenage temptresses had the faces of angels and the foul vocabularies of sailors.

As one might expect, there was a lot of turnover with the girls. Sooner or later, they all started dipping into the till and without fail, Barb would catch them. It was uncanny how she always knew. She'd call a girl into the back, and the next thing we knew they'd been let go. She never got the cops involved--the girls would just be gone next shift. Within a few days a new fresh young face would appear. It happened a couple times every month. Me and the guys in the back had an ongoing pool on how long each new cashier would last.

The weird thing about the girls who got fired was there never seemed to be any hard feelings on their part. It wasn't unusual for one of them to show up a week or so later to ask Barb for letters of recommendation or job-hunting tips. Barb would always make time for them. I guess she mentored these girls out of a sense of responsibility. I know I would feel terrible if I had to fire anybody.

I got my nerve up once and asked Barb why she always hired such unreliable girls. She looked away with an odd little smile and told me the city offered tax breaks and other goodies to local businesses that hired girls on probation, some kind of second-chance program. I didn't come right out and say she was bullshitting me, but I was sure it wasn't the whole truth. As it turned out, I was right.

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Shortly after my senior year started, Barb hired this absolutely gorgeous girl, Jennifer. She was a tallish redhead with a dynamite body. She had big tits that were only a few inches smaller than Barb's (which was incredible), an ass that stuckwayout, and big cute green eyes that were utterly vacuous. Her eyes pretty much told the whole story--she was dumb as plastic. I put money down she wouldn't last a week.

She'd only been working three days when we heard Barb say, "Jennifer, please see me in my office after shift." I was doing fist pumps while the other guys groaned. We all knew what that meant. They all thought she'd last at least a month. Suckers.

I scored in more ways than one. I had to stay late that night to ask Barb about OT for the weekend. Everyone else had gone home when I went to her office and heard voices. She was talking with Jennifer. She was giving her theyou stole from me so now you're firedtalk.

At first Jennifer denied stealing anything. Then I heard an odd clicking and whirring sound, followed by a brief silence.

"Okay, so what?" Jennifer said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Turn out your pockets and put the money on my desk."

"Okay, whatever." I could hear the eye-roll in her voice. "There." I heard the thump of a cash roll upon Barb's desk blotter. "Now what?"

"Well...now I call the police, Jenny." Barb sounded genuinely regretful. "I can't have people stealing from me."

This was news to me, but Jennifer didn't know any better.

"What?No. No, that can't happen." She sounded panicked. "I'm onprobation, Barb."

"My hands are tied here."

"Well...okay. Wait, just wait." Her voice got quieter and a little coy. "What if I was...you know,niceto you? I could bereallynice to you."

"What does that mean?" Barb asked in a mild tone that even I recognized as disingenuous.

I knew exactly what Jennifer meant bybeing nice, and I was pretty sure Barb did, too. One of the myths floating around our workplace was that a cashier could steal all she wanted, as long as she offered Barb a blow-job whenever she got caught. I knew for a fact this was untrue--if you stole, you were gone, blow-job or no. Murray, a particularly odious co-worker of mine, liked to propagate this rumor, especially to girls he was betting against.

There was another silence, and then a rustling sound. Then quiet again.

"Oh," said Barb after a while. "Oh." There was a different tone in her voice, appreciative and oddly satisfied. "Well."

"So...what do you think?" There was a difference in Jennifer's voice, too. No longer scared, but full of saucy challenge.

"Well," said Barb again. She cleared her throat. "I suppose...I could just let you quit..."

"No cops?"

"No cops."

"Okay." Jennifer sounded relieved. "Can you, um..."

Once again, I heard the distinctive rustle of clothing being removed.

Jennifer let out a sudden, shocked gasp. "Jesus! What the hell isthat?"

"What?" asked Barb.

"That."

"Oh, don't be silly, Jenny," Barb said. "You've seen one before."

"Silly?" Her voice grew shrill. "Barb, that thing ismassive."

"Oh, don't be a baby," Barb said. "You'll manage."

Jennifer muttered something I couldn't discern. I strained my ears but caught nothing but silence for a few moments. Then, some quiet-but-distinctive slurping sounds started.

Am I hearing what IthinkI'm hearing?

Barb sighed. It was an erotic, pleasure-filled sigh.

Holy...shit, I thought. The little hairs on my arms stood up and my dick went rigid. I knew exactly what was going on in there, and I couldn't believe it.

The sucking noises grew louder. Barb's breathing got heavier. As always, the office door was open just a crack. I slunk up and peeked through.

Jennifer was naked. Stark staring baby-naked. So was Barb. Clothes lay scattered everywhere on her pink shag carpet.

All that bare flesh made me dizzy. Jennifer's skin contrasted wonderfully with Barb's. She was lightly tanned and smooth, with pale bikini lines. Unlike a lot of other redheads, she had no freckles. Her breasts actually looked bigger naked, all white and billowy, and her ass was plumped up on her calves.

She was on her knees between Barb's wide-spread legs as the older woman sat in her swivel chair. Jennifer's head was down in Barb's lap and her pretty mouth was open wide around that Johnny Wadd-caliber penis. Her head moved up and down as she sucked on it. Both of their eyes were closed, and Barb's delicate hand was petting Jennifer's brassy hair. Her other hand was extended to cup and squeeze each of the girl's large hanging breasts.

Jennifer may have been a lousy cashier, but her blow-job skills were top-notch. It just about fried my brain to see Barb's big cock go in and out of those full kissable lips, like a girl nursing on a vastly oversized candy cane. I don't know where the hell she put it all. She made two-thirds of it vanish on each dive. She didn't just suck it, either; she licked it and down and even tongued those big testicles without being asked. I had to fight not to gasp at the sight of those pouty, sulky lips sucking each of those kiwi-fruit sized nuts.

Barb let her suck on them for a few moments and then lifted her sac up and pulled them out of her mouth.

"Lick lower," she said. Jennifer looked up at her. For the first time she looked a little hesitant.

"Go ahead," said Barb. "It ain't gonna bite you."

Jennifer paused, then closed her eyes and extended her tongue. She licked light circles around Barb's swollen clitoris and then, gaining confidence, lapped it up and down more firmly. She even made a few passes into Barb's vagina.

"Okay, that's enough," Barb sighed. I blinked and thought to myself,What?

She lifted Jennifer's head out of her lap. The girl actually made a disappointed little mewling sound. Barb then stood up and patted her desk blotter. Her big hard prod swung about and dripped with saliva and pre-ejaculate.

Jennifer sighed and bent forward over the desk. She planted her sneaker-clad feet well apart with a petulant little stomp. I got the impression this was a posture she'd been made to assume many times in her life. It opened her surprisingly juicy vagina to Barb's view and mine. It was bright pink and ringed with neatly-trimmed orange-red hairs. Girls didn't wax their privates in the seventies (they would just trim it back when they wore bikinis) and I could clearly see her clitoris. It was larger than Barb's and almost fully extruded.

She thrust her ass out and gave it an impatientget on with itshake. Fuck, it was beautiful. Barb squeezed one of her cheeks, and I could almost feel its softness myself, watching her fingers sink in.

She stepped between the girl's legs and pressed the broad head of her cock to that puffy, inviting split. Jennifer jerked and grunted. Her soft, glistening folds yielded after a few moments of pressure, and Barb's fat pink helmet sank out of sight with a barely-audible slurp.

Jennifer flinched and I saw her teeth bared in a hard clench. Her hands curled into fists atop Barb's desk. Barb paused halfway home and stroked Jennifer's back and buttocks. She rotated her hips but didn't try to push in any deeper. It was such a sexy motion that it sent anguished pulses through my aching-stiff prick. It was like she was teasing me with her gorgeous, full-cheeked ass. She made me think of strippers and belly dancers.

Jennifer's hands uncurled and her body seemed to relax. That seemed to be what Barb was waiting for; that busty lady heaved a deep, contented sigh and entered her former cashier all the way to the balls. Jennifer's back arched, but she took it without protest.

I didn't realize I was squeezing my own cock through my pants until I felt an orgasm approaching. With a huge effort of will, I yanked my hand away. I wanted to see this all the way through.

Barb moved in and out very slowly. I imagine she didn't want to just start in pounding with that enormous cock of hers. She kept rotating her hips as she sluiced back and forth. Jennifer was well-lubricated and receptive; she began moaning.

Barb was soon pumping her very fast. Her pelvis smacked Jennifer's cheeks with a cheerful clapping sound. Jennifer's moans sounded both plaintive and eager. She began pushing back and grinding her hips. She reached out to the sides and gripped the edges of Barb's desk for leverage.

Barb reached under Jennifer's hip. The girl gasped and threw her a startled glance over her shoulder. I later figured out she was rubbing her clitoris. Jennifer's moans grew louder.

Shudders swept over the girl and her knuckles whitened. She let out a loud squeal as Barb kept on corkscrewing it into her. Jennifer's legs jerked, and for a second, I thought she was going to fall forward onto the desk.

She's coming, I marveled. I couldn't believe how quickly Barb swept her up into it.

Barb smiled down at her as the girl came. She stopped thrusting and just held herself buried as Jennifer shook and groaned her way through her orgasm. Barb rotated her hips again in that seductive way, and I could tell it heightened Jennifer's pleasure.

Once Jennifer was still, my boss had her turn over. Barb lifted the girl's calves up onto her shoulders. Barb's big tits smushed and spread against the backs of the redhead's thighs. She resumed thrusting at a steady, patient clip. In this position I could see Jennifer's own large breasts bounce with Barb's thrusts. Like she was reading my mind, Barb reached down and squeezed those big soft globes with both hands.

Oh...yeah, I groaned inside.

Jennifer's face was all flushed and sweaty. Her fiery pubic hair was soaking wet with her secretions. Barb's hips swung back and forth and that broad post of hers glided with deceptive ease.

Jennifer bit her lip and her breathing picked up again. She began panting. Her back arched and her head tilted back. Her heavy breathing cycled up to a peak, caught, paused, and then released with another series of shudders and trailing whimpers of surrender. I saw her hands clench into fists and then open wide, over and over again.

"Good girl," sighed Barb.

She pulled out again. She took Jennifer by the hands and put her down on her knees. Without any prompting, the flame-haired girl leaned forward and drew that big, slimy cock back into her mouth. Her head bopped backward and forward, and Barb looked down at her with a faint smile that conveyed enormous satisfaction. She curled her fingers in Jennifer's coppery hair and closed her eyes. A soft, keening little sigh was the only warning of her orgasm.

Suddenly Jennifer was gurgling and gasping as thick white cum spilled down her chin. She didn't recoil, not that she could have; Barb held her head firmly in place. All the girl could do was gulp and splutter and choke it all down.

Barb pulled her oozing cock out. Jennifer just knelt there with her mouth open, panting. Barb swiveled her hips and smeared thick wads of sperm over those big, parted bee-stung lips.

I came too, right there in my pants, without even touching myself. The sight was too much.

Urk! Unnhhh...

Jennifer swayed slightly on her knees and put a hand on Barb's thigh to steady herself. She licked her lips and gulped.

"So...sweet," she breathed. I could see her pupils were dilated. She looked high. In fact, she had the glassy, boneless aspect of someone well and truly stoned.

Goddamn, I thought.Uncle Joey wasn't kidding.

I could smell Barb's cum again, and it was even more sweet and enticing than before.

Barb bent down and kissed the girl's cummy mouth. She stuck her tongue in and everything. She gave one of Jennifer's breasts a squeeze.

"You like that, don't you honey," she huskily as she kissed the girl. She licked up her cum from the girl's face and her own face took on a distant look, like someone savoring a shot of particularly fine single malt scotch. Jennifer looked up with dazed eyes and gave a bleary nod. Barb nodded back with a thick, tipsy-sounding chuckle. "Sure you do."

Barb sat on her desk and leaned back on her elbows. She lifted up her legs and grasped them by the undersides of her knees. She pulled her legs back and spread them. She lifted up her balls to present her juice-beaded vagina to both me and her former cashier. Her black curls were sparser than Jennifer's red ones. They looked soft and sticky.

"Eat me out again, bitch," Barb commanded throatily. She extended a finger and teased her clitoris. She slipped two fingers into her soaked vagina and pumped them in and out a few times. Then she used her wet fingers to spread her hole wide open.

Jennifer swallowed, licked her lips and then nuzzled her face into Barb's labia without a word. Barb closed her eyes and sighed. "That's it. Just like that."

Jennifer slurped and lapped. She put her palms on Barb's thighs. She let out keening little moans as she worked away. It was like she couldn't believe what was happening but couldn't stop herself, either.

"Lick down below," said Barb. I could hear the strain of pleasure in her voice. "Lick my butt hole."

Jennifer obeyed without hesitation. Chills swept over my arms and gooseflesh followed. "Aw yeah," Barb sighed. "That's nice. You're such a good little bitch."

Jesus Christ. I kept expecting Jennifer to take exception to being called a bitch but it never happened. It was like she was too high and horny to care.

I wished my eyes could zoom on the action like telescopes. All I could do was stare riveted at Jennifer's shining pink tongue swirling around Barb's anus.Wow. I'd just learned about rim jobs at Uncle Joey's and now I was seeing one in real life.

"Stick a finger in my pussy," Barb ordered her. "That's it. Finger-fuck it."

She pursed her lips as Jennifer did so. "That's good. Stroke my dick with your other hand. Keep licking my ass."

As high as Jennifer looked, Barb's sperm certainly hadn't impaired her co-ordination. She carried out Barb's commands deftly and quickly. It was remarkable to watch.

Strangely, I found the gloating look on Barb's face just as arousing as anything else going on in front of me. And there was a lot going on before my eyes. There was Jennifer's out-thrust ass resting on her heels. There was the rim job she was performing. There was the jostle of Barb's breasts with each involuntary twitch and quiver. There was the upright angry pulsing of her cock being stroked by Jennifer's tiny hand.

Barb came again. This time she shot up a great volcano of sperm that splattered her breasts and belly, as well as Jennifer's face. I noted that Jennifer didn't stop licking Barb's ass hole once, nor did she stop stroking. She kept on milking Barb's cock even as its thick sauce slopped over her nose and cheeks. A fat clump of it landed on her tongue and she kept on wiggling it into Barb's pucker. I had a weird thought: she'd never once shown this much diligence behind the counter.

Barb slid forward and joined Jennifer on her knees. She embraced the girl and kissed her. To my surprise, Jennifer's arms went around Barb as well. They made out. Their tongues, saliva and Barb's copious sperm slipped back and forth between their mouths. It was so hot and sensual it almost made me groan out loud.

"Lick me clean," Barb said, and Jennifer obeyed. I watched her lap Barb's milky, glistening sperm off her tits and tummy. She clearly enjoyed the taste, and got noticeably higher and gigglier the more of it she swallowed.

Oh my God.

I was already hard again. Hell, I was almost ready to come again.

Barb said in a lustful rasp, "Get down on your hands and knees, bitch." She looked a little high herself, now.

The girl whimpered, but did as she was told. There was no longer any doubt in my mind; Barb's use of that word was definitely turning Jennifer on. She shivered; she knew she was going to get fucked again.

And fuck her Barb did. She fucked her doggie-style right there in front of me on the shaggy pink carpet of her office. She laid into her with triumphant, gleeful thrusts.

Barb's Burger Joint Ch. 03

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