James Armstrong - Young mothers work harder

Betty said, "Well, you can't just leave me like this. Let's make it together."

"I never did it with a woman," Donna said. "How do we handle it?"

"We'll eat each other. You have the smaller cunt. We'll keep you on your back with your legs spread flat to help keep you open. I'll get on top."

Betty got up on her knees and straddled Donna's shoulders. As she spread her knees and settled her cunt down on Donna's mouth. Donna slipped her lips inside the outer fold and against Betty's warm inner cunt-lips.

Betty's inner slit parted easily as Donna pushed her tongue inside as far as she could and then curled the tip up and lapped back toward her cuntlips. Then she turned her tongue down and slowly reached pushed forward, just inside Betty's cuntlips.

Betty gasped and jerked her hips down hard when Donna touched her cunt. Donna drew her tongue back and, when Betty stopped quivering, pushed her tongue in again. She jerked down again, harder than before.

Betty's tongue pushed hard against Donna's cuntlips, forcing the inner slit to part, and slowly thrust inside.

Donna jerked when Betty's tongue touched her clit, a quick pulse of heat shot out through her pussy. At the same time, she stuck her tongue out and touched Betty's cunt, and Betty jerked her cunt down.

They tongue-lapped each other again and again, hitting each other's clit at the same time, jerking against each other. Donna's hips rocked up higher with each tongue-stroke as she levered her knees down to thrust her ass up off the bed.

The quick pulses of heat changed to searing waves in Donna's cunt as Betty lapped her clit faster and harder. She matched Betty's tongue strokes in kind.

Then she tensed and arched her body up hard against Betty's face just as Betty went rigid and slammed her cunt down. They stayed together, swallowing puss juice until they stopped quivering. Then Betty turned around and lay close to Donna's side.

"That was nice, Betty. Thanks."

Betty said, "I sure liked doin' it with you. How about you? Did you really like it?"

Donna hesitated while she thought. It was good, but it lacked something. "Well, it was good to come with you. There's something missing though."

"What's that?"

Donna looked straight up at her image in the mirror. "I miss being with a man. I want to be little and cute and handled by a big strong man. Guess that's what I miss most."

"Well, that's something I'm not," Betty said.

She took Donna in her arms and hugged her tightly. Donna closed her eyes and thought of how it would be to have a man hug her like this, to hold her tightly and fondle her and kiss her while she lay cute and cuddly in his arms. She liked men better than women – lots better.

At the Palomino, Donna found a different kind of world from Kelly's Bar. She and Betty covered the large private lounge easily.

The customers seemed to like her easy smile and trim figure. Some of the younger men grinned while they stuffed big tips into the tops of her stockings. Her income rose when she learned to pose prettily while they stuffed the money under the nylon and fondled her bare upper thighs, sometimes passing their hands over her panty-clad cunt. When they pinched her ass, she would feign pain and the size of their tips would increase.

In a darkened corner, a lone elderly man paid for his drink with a twenty-dollar bill. Donna sorted his change from her tray. When she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist.

"I'd like to give you a big tip, but I want to deliver it personally," he said.

"Okay. I'm here – personally."

He held the hem of her dress up with one hand and slipped the bill under the elastic other panties. Then his hand slipped down across the bare skin of her curt and turned, stretching her panties. His finger slipped into her cunt. His mouth dropped open as he drove it deeper.

Then he worked his finger back and touched her clit.

"Oh!" she gasped as her hips jerked.

She looked around. No one could see them. The man's finger probed up again.

"Oh! Oh!"

She put the drink tray on the table and put her hands on his shoulder. He seemed in no hurry, and he made her cunt feel so good. When her hips shook convulsively, he drew his finger away from her clit and then slowly probed upward again.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her breath came in short gasps. She couldn't be far from coming. That would make a mess of her panties that she couldn't fix short of washing them. As it was, they were going to get wet in front.

She had a hand on his arm and he drew his finger back out of her cunt. "That's as far as I can go."

He said, "Come back later and I'll add twenty to get you all the way."

Her legs were unsteady as she walked away. Donna quickly circulated among her tables and took care of the customers' needs. Then she went to the restroom, stripped off her panties, put them in her locker and crumpled some tissues in her hand.

Holding her drink tray like a shield, she went back to the old man's table and stood, facing him. She put the tray down on the table.

"Okay," she said, "I'm ready."

His face softened as he turned in his chair. One hand slipped up her stocking, toyed briefly with the garter, then went up on her naked hip and around in back of her to grasp her asscheek. The other hand slipped straight up the inner surface of her thigh to rest with his palm turned up against her crotch. His middle finger crooked up, slipped through her cuntlips and slowly probed up to her clit.

"Oh!" she moaned as her hips jerked up.

She put both hands on his shoulder and squeezed. The man turned his head and pressed his cheek against the front of her dress, against her left tit.

"Can you put your tit in my mouth?"

Donna glanced around her. It was dark enough and so secluded that no one could see them. She pulled the front of her dress down so her tits were both exposed. He sucked her tit hard while his finger probed back up, just inside her cuntlips.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

While one hand fingered her pussy, the other squeezed her asscheek tightly, puffing her hip against his side. In spite of his tight grip, her hips jerked each time he touched the nub of her clit. His sucking was making a tingling warmth spread through her tit.

"Ooohh! Oooh! Oooohh!"

Her moaning changed to a whimpering whine that broke whenever he fingered her. Her breath came in short quick gasps.

The man's finger pushed harder against her clit and the quick pulses of heat spread in waves that subsided but didn't die before his finger struck again. Now her hips rolled up against his finger, shoving her bare cunt mound hard against his knuckles.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!"

Then the waves of heat built one upon another, making her pussy hotter and hotter. She let go of his shoulder and grabbed his hand, pressing his palm tight against her cunt. The grip on her asscheek tightened, supporting her weight as he cradled her hips against him. His finger continued stroking her clit, making the heat build toward the peak.

"Oooohhh!"

Her legs shook as her hot cuntjuice flowed out through her spread pussylips. Donna took the wad of tissue and mopped at the flowing cum, keeping it from running down her thighs.

When her cuntjuice stopped flowing, she grabbed his hand and pulled his finger out of her cunt. She mopped once more at her cuntlips, then she took more of the tissue and wiped his finger clean.

Her legs were unsteady but strong enough to stand when he released her asscheek. He took his mouth from her tit.

Donna wiped her nipple dry, then pulled the front of her dress up, covering her tits. The hem of her dress was crooked. She tugged it in place as best she could.

The man pressed a twenty-dollar bill into her hand.

"No! I don't want your money," Donna said, handing it back, "It was so nice, doing that with you, but not for a tip…"