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CHAPTER THREE

The Sporting Goods Department was located in the basement of Lipman's Department Store. After George Lipman had led Sally to Women's Clothing to be outfitted for work, he'd left instructions that she be taken down to Sporting Goods and introduced to Cleo for training. George told Sally that he would see her again soon to see how she was getting along. He'd warned her earlier that whatever was said or done when she was with him in private was to be kept absolutely confidential. If she were ever to violate that confidentiality, even with one stray word, she would be immediately fired. He'd then presented her with a check for $500 – a bonus in celebration of her hiring, a sort of "Welcome to the Lipman family," as he called it.

Sally felt as if she were floating on air as she was led down to Sporting Goods in the elevator. She was wearing a brand-new dress and shoes, and she had a check for $500 clutched in her hand. The dress, which showed off her figure and tits as no other dress she'd ever worn had, was also worth ten times as much as any dress she'd ever owned. And now the dress was hers, a gift of George Lipman's, as were the expensive shoes she wore on her bare feet. Strangely, they'd outfitted her with a dress and shoes, but not with any underclothing or stockings. She was completely naked under her dress. The high-cut skirt of the dress showed off her legs, and the low-cut top displayed not only much of the flesh of her tits, but supported them in such a way that they looked even more well-developed than they already were. Under her dress, her thighs rubbed together lubriciously as she smiled, slick with George Lipman's cum, which continued to ooze out of her slowly, drop by drop.

It surprised her that he'd injected her with so much.

Cleo was a college-age woman, wearing a dress much like Sally's, only blue instead of green. She was a blonde, like Sally, but her hair was hardly shoulder-length, let alone waist-length, as Sally's was. She was getting married, she said, and would be leaving town shortly. She wondered if she was making the right decision, but it was too late to change her mind now. All the wedding invitations had been sent out, and she and her fiance had already leased an apartment in the city where he was attending graduate school in computer science.

"Where did you meet him?" Sally asked.

Cleo blushed. "Here, as a matter of fact. He kept coming back and coming back, and after a while he had me hooked. Maybe the same thing will happen to you, doll, so watch out!"

Now it was Sally's turn to blush. She'd never even been out on a real date with a boy, and it would be years before her mother allowed her to marry.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm much too young to get hooked."

Cleo laughed. "No girl is too young, doll – especially no girl that works in this store."

She stroked Sally's hair.

"I can see why old George hired you," she muttered as if to herself. "Come on, let's get to work."

Cleo was a good teacher. By eleven o'clock, Sally had lost her sense of being lost and actually believed she was starting to grasp how to manage this department. There were a thousand and one items, from basketballs to barbells, from fishing rods to jockstraps, but Cleo was able to familiarize Sally with each item quickly, and Sally became confident that within a few days she'd feel right at home. Since Lipman's discounted most items except for the luxury items in certain departments – jewelry, high-fashion, imported furnishings – most customers came to Lipman's knowing what they wanted, and needed help usually only in locating it. Sally's job would be mainly to supervise the changing rooms in the Sporting Goods Department and to ring up sales. She might have to help a few men try on shoes, like football or wrestling shoes, but most of the athletic shoes were sold up in the shoe department.

"Nothing to it," Cleo said. "By the end of the day, you'll know as much as I do. You'd better, because tomorrow you'll be on your own."

"You mean, today's your last day?" Sally asked, surprised.

"Uh-huh. Tonight's my going-away party. Then it's bye-bye Cleo." She frowned slightly. "I'll miss this place. I only hope Jess – my fiance – can make up for what I'm giving up here."

"Lipman's is really a special place, huh?"

"Yeah," Cleo said wistfully, "especially Sporting Goods." She smiled as if sharing a secret with herself, then looked at Sally. "It's crazy, but I envy you, girl. Somehow I wish you were the one getting married and leaving this place, and that I was the one just starting here."

Sally didn't understand, but she said nothing. "You'll learn," Cleo said. "You'll learn mighty fast. There are things about this job I can't teach you, things you'll have to learn on your own."

The flow of morning customers was light. Two young boys came in for Little League uniforms, which they tried on in the fitting rooms as their mothers waited outside. A man came in and bought three dozen golf balls and a new golf glove. A freckled boy came in and bought a baseball glove. By noon, two-dozen sales had been rung up by Sally as Cleo watched over her, coaching her as needed. Twice during the morning, men had come in to try on sports clothing, and while they'd been in the men's fitting rooms, Cleo had excused herself to go up the women's fitting rooms. The men had then left, red-faced and hurriedly, hardly waiting for their change from Sally before striding to the elevator. Sally suspected that the men had been shoplifters, but then Cleo had returned to the floor, as red-faced as the men, and Cleo was certainly no shoplifter. Maybe the fitting rooms were stuffy and hot, Sally decided, remembering how claustrophobic and uncomfortable she'd felt in fitting rooms at times.

"Pretty hot in there, huh?" Sally had said. Cleo had turned even redder. "That's something of an understatement, doll."

Sally didn't understand, but she went on, "Especially when you're working hard. I heard you bumping around in there."

"The rooms needed an overhaul," Cleo said, then reached under the counter and turned up the music, which was already louder than the music in other parts of the store.

At noon, Cleo went to inch, leaving Sally alone. Cleo said that she knew Sally could handle things for an hour, but if an emergency came up Sally should phone the store cafeteria. As soon as she found herself alone, Sally got so excited she felt like masturbating. It was weird, but she found herself sexually excited by being alone and in charge of the Sporting Goods Department. The first thing she did after Cleo had left was to go over and check the jockstraps.

So these were the devices boys used to support their balls, she mused, pulling a jock out of its package. She held it up, inspecting the pouch and the strange connecting straps. She imagined the jock on a boy, and she remembered some of the silly jokes, her girlfriends at school had made about jockstraps. A chime went off, warning her that someone had entered the Sporting Goods Department, and she quickly stuffed the jock back in its box and ran to the cash register.

She saw a blond head moving down the row she'd just come from. The head paused momentarily, then continued on. Suddenly a familiar face appeared from between the high shelves. It was Rick Johnson, the star fullback from school. He was dressed in a yellow tank-top, shabby cutoffs, and worn athletic shoes. He was so tan and muscular that Sally caught her breath. Her heart was slamming. She was going to faint.

"Hey, babe, you're new here," Rick said, chewing gum. "I seen you someplace before. Must've been school, huh?"

"Yes," Sally half whispered, her throat so dry she was surprised anything came out.

Rick smiled without stopping his gum-chewing.

"Hey, babe, I need me a new jock. The old one just rotted apart. Mind if I try this one on? I might've grown a little since I bought the last one, if you know what I mean." He pulled the jock out of its box and dangled it in front of Sally, grinning at her.

"In there," Sally managed to say, pointing toward the men's fitting rooms.

Rick smiled again, his eyes flickering wickedly. "I was hoping you'd say that, babe. Do a good job now, babe. Cleo always did."

Sally didn't quite understand him, so she just giggled. He blew a bubble and swaggered toward the first dressing room. Before he entered and closed the door behind him, he turned toward Sally and winked.

Sally gripped the edge of the counter, her legs shaky, her guts all churned up. Not only had Rick Johnson spoken to her, but he'd said he recognized her from school! She couldn't wait to tell her girlfriends about this. This was almost as big as getting a job at Lipman's.

The door of Rick's fitting room opened a crack. "Hey, babe, ain't you gonna check out the ladies' booth next door? I don't like waiting, you know."

Before Sally could get a word out to say she was sorry, but she didn't quite understand, Rick had closed his door again. Sally wandered out from behind the sales counter. She went to the women's fitting room adjacent the booth Rick was in. This booth had to be what he was talking about. And now she was supposed to "check it out". What was all this about? She opened the door and entered the booth.

It was just an ordinary fitting room, as far as Sally could tell. A little larger than the standard fitting room, maybe, but ordinary. Mirrors, benches, paneled walls. Then she realized that a floor-length curtain was hanging against one wall. Curious, she drew the curtain aside.

And there she found a plain paneled wall. She stared at the wall, wondering what it was doing with a curtain over it, and suddenly she heard a knocking. It was then she noticed a small, square door, set flush with the wall and made of paneling like the wall itself. The door was mounted on two hinges at about waist-height or slightly lower. The door, hinges, and a tiny knob for pulling open the door, all blended in so well with the wall itself as to be almost unnoticeable. She heard another knock and saw the door move slightly. Completely dumbfounded, she kneeled down in front of the door and used her fingers and thumb to turn the small knob. She swung the door open.

"It's about time!" Rick Johnson said. "I don't like being teased, bitch!"

He was on the other side of the door, visible in the next booth – and he had all his clothes off!

Sally kneeled there, her face in the open window that she'd uncovered by opening the door. She gazed in awe-struck disbelief at the stark naked, muscular fullback as he leaned up against the far wall of his own booth, displaying all of himself to her. He was playing with his balls with his left hand as he slowly masturbated with his right hand. A thick clear fluid oozed from the wide-open pisshole of his enormous prickhead. The booth was filled with the sweaty smell of him, and Sally became lightheaded as she inhaled his potent male scent.

He let go of his cock and let it throb in front of her eyes. Sally thought it couldn't be real. She'd never imagined a boy's cock could grow that big. And his balls were as big as eggs. They rolled and shifted nervously in their hairy sac as his prick flexed up and down like a heavy billy club, veins bulging all over it, fucklube continuing to bubble out of it and drip to the floor.

He smirked at her. "Don't stare too hard, you teasing bitch. Your eyes'll fall out." Sally licked her lips and swallowed, but not before some spit had trickled from one corner of her mouth.

"Jesus, you're hungry for it, ain't you? Well, I don't know if you deserve it, trying to tease me and all. Maybe I'll just get dressed again and leave – unless I hear a little begging."

Sally pressed her face harder to the edges of the opening. The hole wasn't quite big enough for her to shove her head through. If it had been, she might well have done so. There stood Rick Johnson in all his glory, showing her his huge stud-cock. And it was obvious now that he'd been expecting her to suck on it, and maybe even to drink his hot fuckcream. She'd die if she didn't get a taste of his cock. If she lost a chance like this, she'd kill herself.

"Please!" she whispered. "Oh please!"

"Please what, bitch?"

"Please let me suck on it!"

"Suck on what?"

"On your cock! On your big juicy cock!" Sally dangled her dripping tongue at him. She was salivating like a hungry dog.

Rick chuckled. He blew, another bubble, then spit out his gum. "Here it is, you lucky little slut!"

He moved toward her, his hands on his hips, his huge cock wagging and throbbing. She strained toward his cockhead with her tongue, but he stopped just an inch away, letting his prick throb and drip. Sally nearly tore the skin off her cheeks as she strained to force her head through the window. Rick leaned a little closer, letting her lick the end of his cock and taste his fucklube. She groaned, turned on by the salty male taste. She lapped wildly, but Rick had pulled back. He lifted his cock up and pressed it to his abdomen. Then he moved closer, offering Sally his naked sweaty balls.

"Give 'em a bath. I ain't washed 'em in a while."

He shoved his balls in her face, rubbing them all over her cheeks and nose and mouth, rubbing their musky smell on her flesh.

Sally moaned, drunk on the smell, drunk on desire. Here she was with her nose buried between Rick Johnson's huge stud-nuts. She wanted to die. She was going to pass out from the excitement. She started to lick, to suck, to nibble, tasting ball-sweat and getting kinky hairs in her mouth. She couldn't believe how big Rick's nuts were. She tried to suck one of them into her mouth and just managed it.

"Go easy, baby," Rick muttered. "You can suck that big thing, but not too hard. Oh yeah, like that! Lick it, mmmm, yeah!"

Rick's ball quivered in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, using her tongue to tease it. She released it and sucked up his other ball. Rick was breathing like a bull.

Sally kicked off her shoes. She was starting to sweat in this booth. She felt hot fluid dribbling down the insides of her thighs, squeezed from her throbbing pussyhole. She reached under her skirt and rubbed her hand up and down, smearing the slick juices on her smooth skin. She clutched her pussy, found the slabs parted and her cunt open. She rubbed her fingers between her swollen pussylips. The wet raw cuntmeat nearly burned her hand. She twisted on her clit and got so light-headed with the pleasure that she nearly toppled, over.

Rick had lifted up his balls so she could lick under them. She licked not only under his balls, but all around them, cleaning out the salty crevices between his legs. He pulled away then and turned around, showing her his muscular ass. He gripped his asscheeks and hauled them apart, showing her his naked asscrack and his twitching brown asspucker. A few blond hairs grew in the moist flesh between his buttocks. He shoved his ass in her face, nearly impaling his asshole on her nose. The super-musky, slightly shitty aroma nauseated Sally for a few moments.

"Lick it, baby," Rick growled. "Clean it up."

Sally's initial disgust at finding Rick's smelly ass in her face gave way to lust, to hunger. It was as if the potent male aroma acted like a drug on her. Within seconds she found herself growling like a hungry dog as she lapped up and down Rick's asscrack, her tongue tingling, her pussy throbbing. Rick assisted her by wiggling his ass, by moving it up and down so she could lick from one end of his asscrack to the other.

"Lick out the hole," Rick said. "Come on, bitch!"

Sally was becoming delirious. She feared she was losing her mind. All she cared about now was sucking out Rick's asshole. She kissed his asspucker again and again, felt it suck at her lips as if kissing back. She probed the swollen pucker with her tongue, working it into the crevices. Rick's asshole began to open slightly and Sally shoved her tongue inside it easily. At the same moment, she stuffed three bunched fingers up her drooling, pulsating pussy. Both she and Rick groaned.

"Ohhhh, yeah, fuck out that asshole!" Rick growled. "Shove that tongue way in there and fuck it out! Oh shit!"

Sally twisted her head, trying to bury her head up Rick's asshole. She forced her tongue in so deep that she thought it would rip right out of her mouth. As she snaked and fluttered her tongue, licking out all the crevices inside Rick's asshole, Rick's asshole contracted rhythmically, sucking her tongue. Rick moaned as if he were being tortured. Something started to swell inside his asshole, throbbing like a miniature heart against Sally's sliding tongue.

Rick jerked away gasping, "Christ, I almost lost it!"

He turned around, the base of his huge cock gripped tightly in his fist. The fucklube dripped from his pisshole. His cock head had turned nearly purple.

"What a tongue you got, bitch-girl! Goddamn!"

He squatted down and pressed his open mouth to Sally's. His tongue slid down Sally's throat. Sally drank his spit. She was in heaven. Her cunt nearly chewed off her sliding fingers as her loins exploded with a sudden orgasm.

"Mmmmnnnn!" she moaned, breathlessly kissing Rick Johnson as the pleasure surged through her body. Her pussycream ran out and frosted her jerking hand. She could feel her eyes rolling in their sockets. She cooed loudly, drooling spit into Rick's mouth as she drooled pussycream into her hand. She was aware of her toes curling toward the balls of her feet.

Rick broke their kiss, panting. "What a kisser! Jesus! Me and you are gonna go out parking, baby, one of these days!"

He stood up again, waving his huge cock at her. It looked as if it would spilt out of its skin at any moment. Its veins bulged like fat snakes. Its cockhead looked ready to explode. The enormous prick appeared even larger now than it had when she'd first seen it. Still grasping with the last jolts of her orgasm, Sally gazed with renewed lust at Rick's unreal cock and opened her mouth as wide as she could, letting her tongue dangle and drip.

Rick stuffed his prickhead right in.

Sally couldn't breathe. It was like swallowing a man's fist. Her jaws ached from the stretch. And all she had in her mouth was the knob!

"Come on, baby, come on, eat that thing! Take it all!" Rick forced his cock in farther, and Sally gagged and choked, nearly fainting for lack of air. "Suck it, baby, suck it."

Just when all was going dark, when Sally knew she was going to pass out, her throat relaxed and Rick's cock sank in to the hilt. His blond pubic hair tickled her nose. He sighed and slipped his cock back out. Sally gulped air. Rick forced his cock back in to the hilt. Its cockhead went deep in her gullet.

"Ohhhh, yeah, suck that big thing! Use your tongue, use your lips! Mmmmm, make it come!"

Rick eased his cock out, allowing her air again before he fucked it back in. His balls mashed against her chin. His pubic bone churned against her nose. As he worked his cock in and out, it felt to Sally like an arm sliding in and out of her mouth and gullet.

Rick put his hands on his hips. He swayed back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, watching it fuck Sally's mouth. Sally gazed up at him, seeing his expressions of pleasure, watching the muscles of his abdomen ripple. He clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, as if resting his head and reveling in the sensations streaming through his cock as he pleasured it in Sally's mouth. His biceps flexed and sweat trickled from the blond sprigs of hair under his arms. He put his hands back on his hips and grinned.

"Man, you got the prettiest little mouth, and the hottest, softest throat! I could fuck your face all day, bitch! Use your tongue more, though, and suck a little harder! The faster you suck, the faster you get the cum."

Sally growled, munching, sucking, licking. She'd never tasted anything more delicious than this stud's cock. Her head vibrated as Rick's cock quivered in her mouth. It excited her no end when Rick's cock flexed, when it throbbed. His fucklube ran down her throat. She'd never felt more orally satisfied in her life. She wanted his cum, though. She craved the taste of his sweet, thick fuck-juice. She'd never hungered for anything more in her life.

Rick looked more delirious by the moment. His face flushed deeply, his eyes became more and more glazed, and he moaned as if someone had stabbed a needle into his ass and was slowly twisting it.

"Oh, baby, munch, suck, make it come!" Sally could just make out Rick's thick toes curling against the floor. She longed to embrace his legs and ass, to cling to him as she sucked his cock and brought him off, but she'd have to thrust her hands right through the wall to do that, so instead of clutching at Rick, she clutched at herself. She rammed three fingers up her pussy again and started to jerk off in earnest. She was as horny again as if her orgasm of just moments ago had never happened.

Rick pulled his cock out until only the head remained in her mouth.

"Lick the back of the knob!" he gasped. "Oh Christ, yeah, yeahhhh, Goddamn!"

He forced his cock all the way in, and when he pulled it out, he let Sally lap at the rear of his cockknob before he shoved it back in. As she slicked there, his cock stiffened and quivered as if it would explode.

"Lick!" he muttered as he pulled it out, then moaned as he rammed it back in.

Sally's face ran with sweat. She could hardly breathe, but she worked as she never had in her life, sucking, munching, licking as Rick had told her to. She wanted his cum! She'd die if she didn't taste his cum!

"Baby, get ready!" Rick gasped. He slipped his cock in and out, his body shaking all over. "Oh, God, oh shit, take it!"

He rammed his cock tall the way down Sally's gullet and pressed himself to the wall, which he rattled violently as his cock flexed powerfully and ejected his cum.

"Awwwww, man!"

Sally couldn't believe it! Rick Johnson was feeding her his cum! She had to swallow fast to keep from choking as the hot thick fluid filled her throat again and again. Rick's cock shook with each ejaculation, and Sally felt pleasure streaming through her mouth and throat and gullet and tits – as if some of Rick's orgasmic sensations were shooting into Sally's own flesh. Her head filled with the taste and smell of steaming stud-cum, Sally finger fucked herself to a frenzy of excitement. As she swallowed a fresh round of hot jism, she started to shake and jerk with her own orgasm. She moaned loudly, her young body saturated with pleasure. The pussyjuice gushed from her madly contracting cunt. She wanted to die!

Rick humped at her face, pressing himself hard to the wall until he'd milked out all his cum and fuck-feeling. Then he sighed, sliding his cock out of her throat and mouth. His cock flopped down heavily over his balls, dripping with cum and spit. It resembled the hanging cock of a donkey. He bent over and nipped Sally on the nose with his teeth. Then he straightened up again and quickly slipped on the new jockstrap, curling his cock up so he could stuff it in the pouch.

"Fits," he said, then picked up his shorts.

Sally watched him dress, wearing the jockstrap underneath his cut-offs. She was still woozy on his taste and smell, and on the pleasure he'd caused her. As soon as he was done dressing, Sally forced herself up, closed the walldoor and curtain as she'd found them, slipped on her shoes, and quickly left the booth.

At the cash register, she rang up the sale for the jockstrap. Rick took his change, then pulled something from his pocket and shoved it into her hands. It was an old yellowed jockstrap, frayed and falling apart. It was also moist and reeking of Rick's sweaty balls.

"Take care of it," Rick said, stuffing a square of pink bubblegum into his mouth. "Half the chicks at school would give up one of their tits to have that thing. See you around, baby. One of these nights you and I'll go out parking." He leaned over the counter, gave Sally a juicy bubblegum-flavored kiss, then belched and swaggered away.

Sally watched him until the elevator door closed and he was gone. When her head finally cleared, she quickly stuffed Rick's sweaty jock into a plastic bag and put it with her $500 check from Mr. Lipman. The check was worth a lot, but Rick's jock was worth ten times more. Heck, it was unbelievable!