Barb's Burger Joint

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter 4 - Enter the Labyrinth

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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After that night, I became an absolute fanatic for work. I couldn't be at the Burger Joint often enough. Barb was always short-handed for late shifts and was glad to give me the hours.

Of course, the real reason for my sudden passion for food services was that I didn't want to miss another live sex show. It made me chuckle, how jazzed I was about spying on Barb. I never thought of myself as a voyeur before, but that was before I had anything worthwhile to spy upon. In one month, I learned more about sex and women from peeping on Barb than in all my previous years combined.

With Nicole, I scored a twofer. She showed up at closing time three days after she'd been let go, shyly requesting help with her job hunt. My co-workers left for the day, and Barb took her into her office. I left with my co-workers, but then found an excuse not to accompany them to the late show. I doubled back and silently made my way to Barb's ever-ajar office door.

To my surprise, Barb actually was giving her some useful tips on getting a new job. She even fished out an old CV from her desk and let Nicole look at it as an example of how to type up a proper resume.

"Cliff Mankowitz at the Riverside Diner always needs another waitress," she said. "I can call him and give you a recommendation, if you want."

"Thank you," said Nicole. She carefully set the CV aside, stood up and embraced her. Barb returned the hug, and patted her back in a motherly way. Nicole kissed her. It was a passionate, tongue-slithering smooch. Watching two women kiss, especially in this older/younger combination, really set a fire raging in my pants. Then I noticed something odd. Barb kissed her back, but with noticeably less ardor than Nicole.

Nicole's hands came up and began squeezing Barb's breasts. Barb broke the kiss.

"Was there anything else I could help you with?" she asked.

Nicole gave her a surprised look. "I thought...I was hoping..."

"Oh honey, it's been alongday," Barb said with a tired sigh that almost hadmeconvinced. "I just wanna go home and curl up with my kitties."

"You can curl up withmykitty," Nicole said with hopeful smile.

Barb laughed and patted her on the head. "I can't stay late every night, honey, I have a schedule."

Nicole looked a little desperate. "Well, how about a nice quick blow-job?"

You gotta be fucking kidding me, my brain blazed. To that point in my adolescence I'd gotten nothing but indifference and rejection from girls. To hear Nicole just offer it up to Barb--with no hesitation at all--was otherworldly stuff. It had me indignant, astounded and salivating with anticipation.

Again, Barb pretended to think about it. "Well...okay. But we can't be all night about it."

Barb stripped. She undid her apron and pulled her shapeless dress off over her head. To my shock, she was naked underneath. No bra, no nothing. I could smell soap and vanilla body lotion. Nicole looked elated. I don't think she grasped that Barb had been expecting this and prepared herself for it. And despite her seeming reluctance, Barb's cock was certainly on board. It arched up thick and ready and was practically hopping in its moorings.

Nicole stripped off her T-shirt and made to push down her little skirt.

"Why areyoutaking your clothes off, honey?" asked Barb. Again, she was so slick, evenIalmost bought her tone of polite puzzlement.

Nicole's surprised look was priceless. She paused, as though she were thinking about putting her shirt back on, but then just left it off. I was happy about that. Nicole wasn't wearing a bra and her perfect little breasts, with their pink and excited nipples, were a delight to behold.

Barb sat down in her chair and spread her legs. "Okay, let's get to it."

Nicole got down on her knees and took hold of Barb's big penis. With a happy smile, she began licking it up and down.

I was a little surprised at how cool Barb was. Nicole was busily sucking away, plunging her head up and down that fat pole, while Barb just looked down with a bland smile.

When she came, she didn't give Nicole any warning. I saw a subtle build-up of tension in Barb's body, and then, with a sharp little sigh, she let fly into Nicole's unsuspecting mouth. The poor girl was off her game that day. She began choking and spluttering while sperm spilled out of her mouth and ran down Barb's shaft.

"Good girl," breathed Barb, her eyes finally betraying some of that blazing-hot sexuality I knew she had simmering under the surface. Nicole gulped and gasped and finally got a handle on it. I could see the effect of it in her eyes almost immediately. Her pupils dilated and her whole body seemed to relax. Her expression softened and she licked her spermy lips.

"Wow," she giggled.

Barb got to her feet and stretched.

"Well that was lovely, but I really need to get home."

I snapped out of my trance and made my silent escape.

Nicole showed up a few more times over the next couple of weeks. Barb was always pleasant and helpful, but sexually distant. After that first return, Barb wouldn't let her swallow any more of her semen. She would have Nicole eat her pussy or lick her ass hole while she masturbated. Barb would come all over herself and not let Nicole lick up any of it. She never returned the oral favors and claimed to have neither the time nor energy for the kind of spirited intercourse I knew Nicole wanted. Eventually Nicole got the message (or simply lost interest) and stopped coming by.

I saw this same little drama play out a few times during my tenure at Barb's place. A girl would become infatuated after the severance fuck. Barb would enjoy her a few more times, then gently wean her away. None of the girls seemed to realize they were being escorted to the door.

Barb could have taught a master's course in Chickology.

To Barb's credit, she did help these girls out. She saw to it they all landed on their feet. From what I overheard when Barb talked to their new bosses, their experience with her made them model employees. None of them ever stole again.

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That was how it went for awhile. Spying on Barb having her way with these girls was the highlight of my senior year. It never failed to blow my mind. The girls would always start off haughty and snotty, but after they'd swallowed a batch of Barb's magic potion, they'd be nothing but dazed, yielding and orgasmic. Barb seemed to take an almost vengeful pleasure in humping them into insensibility. She would always ejaculate extravagantly. The girls would limp home bowlegged and cream-filled.

I know it sounds mean, but I really came to look forward to each girl's inevitable fall from grace. They were all so pretty. It was a treat to see Barb strip them naked and make full sexual use of them. The contortions of their faces and bodies as she brought them to orgasm never failed to make me come. I never got tired of seeing my boss in the buff, either. I treasured each time I got to see her large, bared breasts and rampant cock. I loved watching her come. For me, it was like Christmas arriving early, every time.

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That winter, I accidentally dropped a pair of tongs into a submerged fry basket. I caught a nasty grease burn on my arm from the splash. The frialators were a bubbling, spitting menace at the best of times--all the cooks had blisters on our hands and forearms. Barb made us wear long-sleeved tops, but we were always rolling them up. The kitchen was just too hot to do otherwise.

I let out a loud yelp, and before any of my co-workers had even turned around, Barb was already there. She took me into her office and brought out the first aid kit. She sat me in her chair and cleaned and disinfected my wound. I winced a few times but kept it together. She held my hand the whole time, at first just to hold my arm in place, but then to comfort me. It worked. I sat and tried to breathe steadily while she covered the angry red blister-cluster with antibiotic ointment and then a surgical band-aid.

Barb sighed and leaned in close to me. She pitched her voice so the others wouldn't hear.

"Dammit, Stevie,be more careful." Her voice was quiet but strained. "Where the hell am I gonna find another kid as dependable as you in this idiot town?" Then she quickly kissed me on the forehead and left me sitting there, stunned.

I was so surprised by that sudden kiss that I totally forgot how much my injury hurt.

I knew I liked and admired my boss. That was my first inkling of how much she liked me.

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The paradigm shifted during the spring of my senior year.

That unseasonably-hot April, my awesome boss really outdid herself--she hired the most breathtaking girl yet. Her name was Lori and she was areallytop-heavy blonde. Her cup size had to be atleasta triple-D. Aside from Barb, she had the largest breasts I'd ever seen, and since she often went braless, they bounced arounda lotwhen she walked. She wore men's wifebeater undershirts tied off just above her navel that revealed acres of cleavage. A ridiculous little waist spread down into wide hips with a rear end that filled out her ultra short cut-offs like taut, over-inflated balloons. I really miss that about the seventies: girls would take perfectly good jeans and cut them into short-shorts.

Lori's cut-offs were just outrageous. They exposed about half of her butt cheeks, and she thought nothing of coming to work like that. Her ass swung naturally when she walked, like a pendulum. All of the cooks' tongues would hang out when she strolled by.

Barb was just a cool customer. She didn't treat her any differently than any of the other employees. I came to understand she was a real class act that way. She never harangued the guys or demeaned the girls--at least, not in front of us. She never played grab-ass during working hours and didn't tolerate any of the male (or female) employees who did. She ran her business like a professional. To a point.

Lori lasted almost a month before she screwed up. It happened on a Friday at closing time. From the second I heard Barb call her into her office, my adrenaline began pumping.

Yes! Yes! Fucking yessss.My dick was instantly hard. I didn't even care that I'd just lost five bucks on her. I thought she'd stick it out at least a month and a half.

Lori was chewing a big wad of gum as Barb laid down the law. She rolled her eyes and shrugged, didn't even try to deny it. She reached down without saying a word and undid the knot on her wifebeater top. She looked bored but resigned, like an unexpected-but-minor chore had cropped up at the end of her shift.

Just another day at the office, I thought gleefully as my excitement surged.

Lori toed off her sneakers. She was barefoot under them, and her toenails were polished bright pink. She took her gum out and stuck it under the overhang of Barb's desk.

"Wastebasket," Barb said sharply. Lori glanced up at her, looking truly startled for the first time.

"Put your gum in the trash." She held up the trash bucket she kept next to her desk. "You don't mess up my restaurant."

Lori stared at her for a second. Whatever she saw in Barb face made her unstick her gum from under the desk and drop it in the basket without comment.

Barb stripped. As always, she was freshly bathed and perfumed for the firing session. She'd re-trimmed her pubes and her little black arrowhead enchanted me. I liked the way its downward-pointing tip was flattened by her broad root.

Lori's eyes widened as she took in Barb's breasts, the sinuous curves of her body and that monster between her legs. Barb's cock was all the way up, standing hard and ready.

I always enjoyed watching girls react to Barb's cock. It gave me a good feeling to see their shock and sudden uncertainty. All their teenage attitude went out the window.

Yep. That's our Barb, sweetheart. She's stacked, packed, andholy cowcan she ever fuck. Yes ma'am.

I saw Lori's lips move as she touched Barb's penis, forming the wordsholy fuck. She really did have pretty eyes, and they were big and hazel and stunned as she studied it. She touched Barb's balls and her other hand futilely tried to encircle her upright bulk.

Barb put a hand on the back of Lori's head. The girl remembered her business and obediently dipped forward, tongue-first. She licked under the head, tongued the urethra and lapped all around the glans. Once it was all good and slick, she put her full, sulky lips to it and made it sink out of sight.

I loved the wide circle her mouth made as she took it.

Her blonde head moved up and down. Barb reached down inside Lori's shirt and grasped it by the scoop. The girl helped her pull it off without significantly breaking her mouth-on-penis rhythm once. Those big breasts that had all the guys at the Burger Joint drooling spilled into Barb's little hands. She cupped them and kneaded them. The sight of her nimble digits submerged in all that tanned, soft roundness made my own fingers curl in sympathy.

Stacked blonde Lori was as good at blow-jobs as slim dark Nicole. After a few minutes warm-up, she could take Barb's huge post all the way down to the balls. It was like a magic trick, watching all that meat disappear.

"Keep going, honey, keep going," grunted Barb. Sensing victory, Lori speeded up, and soon Barb gasped. I saw the dorsal column of her shaft pulse as she came.

The second Barb's cum filled her mouth, Lori's whole demeanor changed. Her eyes widened and she began swallowing. Her eyes slowly glazed over as she gulped down all of Barb's prolific orgasm. A familiar look came over her face.

"Tastes so good," she slurred. "Wha...what's happening?"

"It's okay, honey," Barb said. She rubbed her oozing prick around and around Lori's slack, pretty lips. "It's nice, isn't it?"

"...yeah," said Lori woozily.

Barb stood and patted her desk, a gesture I'd seen before. "Bend over here," she said.

Lori stood, a little unsteadily, and the sight of her nude and statuesque body facing me nearly head-on brought a lump to my throat. She had a square little patch of darker blonde pubic hair below the curve of her belly. She fluffed the hair on her head out with both hands, and then bent over the desk with her elbows on the blotter. She set her bare feet a good yard apart and waited.

Barb enjoyed herself with her. She ran her hands all over Lori's body and fondled every curve. Lori had plenty of curves to offer. Even as Barb's enormous sabre bobbed and throbbed with almost-frightening impatience, she took her time. Lori had a natural bubble-butt and it nearly drove me crazy to watch Barb play with it.

She rubbed the girl's clitoris and fingered her vagina while she squeezed and shook each big, sassy cheek. Lori got roused, despite herself. Her inebriated hazel eyes gotrealwide and Barb just smiled back fondly at the incredulous looks she kept throwing over her shoulder. Barb's fingers rubbed and swirled and delved and Lori grew increasingly flushed and flustered.

Barb made her come before she even put her cock in her. I saw Lori tense up, and her shoulders hitched several times like she was building up to a big sneeze. She gasped loudly instead. I saw shivers go through the muscles in her legs. Her whole body relaxed and dropped onto the desktop in an ungainly kind of sprawl.

Barb pulled her fingers out of Lori's soaking-wet vagina and sucked them. Then she helped the girl stand up while she sat on the desk in front of her. She had Lori bend over at the waist and brought the girl's head down to her lap. That huge cock went right back into her mouth and her blonde head began bobbing again. Lori sucked Barb's cock slowly and sensually.

Her posture flung her buttocks out fetchingly, and presented them to me in a tempting, spankable array.

Barb said in a calm, carrying voice, "Come on in here, Stevie."

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I blanked. My mind couldn't connect the dots for a few seconds. I belatedly realized the door was more ajar than it should have been. I was visible. Barb was looking right at me. I froze.

"What?" Lori asked. Barb ignored her. She waved to me, beckoning me in with a smile. I couldn't have been more busted. I thought about running, but I opened the door instead. Lori began spluttering.

"What the hell ishedoing here?"

"Hush," Barb said kindly, and to my eternal amazement, Lori did just that.

"Get in there, Steve," Barb said. She gestured toward Lori's more-than-ample rear end. At first, I didn't understand what she was telling me to do. Then I did, and I almost fainted.

"Now just a minute," Lori said indignantly.

"Yes?" Barb said, with just the faintest ominous hint in her voice. Again, to my wonderment, Lori subsided. Barb's mojo had spoken.

I felt like I was in a dream. I fully expected to wake up at home in my own bed, horny and frustrated, by the time I took those three steps to Barb's desk.

I didn't wake up, and by the time I was in position behind Lori, my clothes had magically gone. I was as hard as I'd ever been in my life. This was real, and happening; not only had Barb opened The Way through the labyrinth again, this time she was taking me with her to the Promised Land.Hallelujah.

I lined myself up and rubbed my dome against the fur-lined lips of Lori's vagina. She was soft and warm and wet on the outside, and as I pushed my rigid erection into her--Oh, Jesus!--even hotter and wetter on the inside.

I wasn't anywhere near as big as Barb, hell, I was pretty much average from what I'd seen in the locker room, but this experience must have had me swollen up to a whole new weight division. Lori twitched as I entered her. She lifted briefly off Barb's long organ to hiss the word "Easy."

I pushed in and out slowly. I felt the snug and muscular flex of her canal around me. It was a new and wonderful sensation. I hoped to experience it many times in my life.

That feeling of being buried balls-deep in some tight, roused pussy for the first time almost made me forget myself. I almost forgot to touch her. But then I remembered all the times she'd strutted past the cook staff with that heart-shaped ass swinging in those cut-offs. I remembered how she'd pass us without a glance, with her pretty nose in the air. How she'd give her ass a little extra wiggle when she knew we were staring, just to twist the knife. I remembered, and I began humping that bitch, but good.

I ran my hands over her. Her skin felt as silky-smooth as it looked. I palmed each of those firm butt cheeks like basketballs. I slid my hands over the narrow bottleneck of her waist. I stretched my arms and cupped those big, beautiful breasts. They were heavy and soft, with stiff, distended nipples. I squashed their yielding, satiny majesty and tugged their hard tips. My brain soared.

"That's it, Stevie," Barb said. She grinned at me over Lori's blonde head and evenly-tanned back. It was a warm and supportive grin. She had one hand playing with one of her own nipples, while the other petted Lori's hair. "You go get it. Get that pussy."

Barb's Burger Joint Ch. 04

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