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CHAPTER FIVE

Sally had to run to the restroom and shit twice after getting to work the next morning. Her excitement and anxiety over her first official day as sales clerk in Sporting Goods had her intestines all squirmy. As she dropped her turds in the toilet, she remembered Mr. Lipman begging her for her shit yesterday morning, and she thought she must have imagined it. In fact, she was beginning to wonder if the shock of getting this job hadn't made her temporarily insane yesterday so she'd hallucinated all that had happened in Mr. Lipman's office lounge and maybe even in the fitting room. She did have Rick Johnson's jockstrap at home though, didn't she, safely locked away in her dresser drawer? How had she got hold of that if Rick hadn't given it to her? Still, just to convince herself that she hadn't imagined everything, she decided to check out the fitting room first thing after she finished up in the restroom.

She didn't get the chance. The store had officially opened for the day, and a customer came into the Sporting Goods Department just as she was returning there from the restroom.

"May I help you?" she asked, immediately uneasy about the young man. He was dressed in blue denim from neck to ankles, with boots on his feet and a motorcycle helmet over his head. A polaroid visor over the front of the helmet allowed her to see her reflection but not his face. She had a premonition of him pulling a gun on her and demanding all the money in the cash register.

"Yeah," he grunted, his voice extremely deep. "I wanna try on these duds." He snatched some tennis shorts off the nearest hanger.

"The fitting rooms are right over there," Sally said, more uneasy than ever now. The young man was disguising his voice, trying to put on some kind of accent while at the same time keeping the tone unnaturally low.

He nodded, the overhead lights glinting off the shiny black helmet. Before he entered the fitting room Rick Johnson had entered yesterday, he glanced over his shoulder, flashing her with his mirror-like visor.

Sally wasn't sure what to do. She wished Cleo were here. What would Cleo do in a situation like this? Sally remembered that whenever a male customer went into that fitting room yesterday, Cleo would slip into the adjacent women's fitting room. Sometimes she would remain in there, sometimes she'd come back out just a few moments later. After Cleo had come back from lunch yesterday, Sally had tried to ask about the fitting rooms in an indirect way, but in a way in which her meaning was clear. Cleo had smiled mysteriously and told Sally that there were things about this job she'd have to learn for herself, and that there were things that were never, never talked about in this store. She told Sally that she must learn to keep her eyes open and her mouth shut.

Sally slipped into the women's fitting room and lacked the door. Even in here she could hear the music blasting away, much louder than in the other parts of the store. She whisked aside the curtain and spotted the small door at waist height. Her heart was slamming. Dare she open it? Her question was answered for her when she heard three soft knocks on the small door and saw the door move slightly. She dropped to her knees, and turned the tiny knob.

As she swung the door open, she had to jerk her head out of the way to keep from getting rammed in the face by a big naked cock. The cock smelled sweaty and was throbbing. A drop of lube oozed from the pisshole. It wasn't as huge as Rick Johnson's cock, but it was big enough to make Sally wide-eyed at its size. Her face flushed with heat and she started to tremble. Moaning, she started to kiss the big cock all over. She kissed the big sweaty balls too. Then she started to lick.

"Ohhhh, mannnn!" sighed the young man. "Suck that cock!" In his excitement, he no longer disguised his voice, and Sally recognized it immediately as the voice of her brother.

She lapped up and down his wiggling cock, her mind whirling with both excitement and indecision. This was Mark's cock! Her own brother was standing in that other booth, feeding her his fuckmeat through this window! How could he dare do such a thing? How did she dare, knowing now who he was, have sex with him? She thought about what a terrible, sinful criminal thing they were both doing. She thought about all the times she'd watched him through the bedroom keyhole and had salivated when she'd seen the cum spurt out of his big hard cock. Heck, in her imagination she'd been having sex with him for years! This was only the natural, the necessary, next step. She wrapped her hand around his big swollen nut sac, wrapped her lips round his prickhead, and swallowed his cock down to the balls.

"Ohhh, yeahhhhh!" Mark moaned. "Blow that big mother! Mmmnn, use your tongue!" He strained his hips toward the hole, working his stiff fucker in and out of her throat, in and out of her mouth.

Sally slid her swollen, wet lips up and down his cock in a tight ring. She flapped her tongue all over, licking especially hard at the back of Mark's cockhead, in the place where Rick Johnson had enjoyed getting licked so much. Mark gasped, his cock flexing in her mouth, pumping out small spurts of warm fucklube.

"Mmn, baby, you're gonna make me come! Stop, huh, so I can fuck you." He slowly, hesitantly eased his cock out of Sally's mouth.

Sally could tell he wanted to shoot his cum down her throat almost as badly as he wanted to fuck her. She hungered for his cum, but she wanted to fuck him too. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tingling in her lips as the last few inches of hot cock were drawn out between them. His prick throbbed up and down, dripping and gleaming with her spit.

"Turn around," Mark whispered. "Show me your bare ass."

Sally had no trouble doing that. As yesterday, she wore nothing under her green dress – no bra, no panties and she had only to hitch up the short skirt to present her brother with her completely naked ass.

"Press it to the hole," he said shakily. "And bend over."

Sally braced her hands on her knees as she bent over and pressed her naked ass and cunt to the open window. She could hear. Mark breathing like an obscene phone caller. His hot fingers pinched and pulled on her asscheeks. His thumbs spread her puffed-up cunt-flaps.

"Oh shit, oh baby!" Mark groaned as he kissed her ass and cunt. He nuzzled her asscrack and cunt-slit. Then he started to lick, as if she had honey running out of her asshole and cunt. "Mmn, mmmm!"

His long tongue swiped up and down her sexy furrows licking up her sweat and female fluids.

Sally's eyes rolled with pleasure as she fed her crotch to her brother. She couldn't help rubbing her ass in tight little circles against the hole. Her face was burning up in her excitement.

"Lick!" she whispered. "Oh lick, suck, oh God!"

Mark slurped, sounding like a pig at a slop trough. He glued his mouth to her asshole and sucked hard. He pressed his lips between her pussylips and sucked again, vacuuming the heat and moisture and female scents out of her body. He shoved his tongue up her crotch and licked her out wildly. Then he quickly moved to her asshole and rammed his tongue up it, growling as he licked out the crevice of her shitter.

Sally had to bite her lips to keep from squealing. Tingles streamed through her loins. The fuckjuice dribbled from her cunt and down her legs. Mark took one last tongue-swipe at her cunt, then rose up behind her and started to rub his searing cockhead up and down her cunt and asscrack.

"Ohbhh!" Sally cooed, ready to go out of her mind, every cell of her body vibrating as Mark's red-hot cockmeat smeared her fucklube up and down her hot, quivering furrows. "Ohhhh fuck me, God fuck me!"

Her bare toes wriggled in her shoes, and she pried the shoes off. The moment she was barefoot, she could no longer stand having her dress on either, so she pulled it off over her head, letting her naked tits hang freely in the cool air.

Mark forced her cuntlips wide apart with his thumbs and pressed his cockhead between them. Sally wanted to whine, she was so hot. Her cunt kept contracting, trying to suck Mark's cock inside it.

"Shove it in!" she moaned. "Screw my cunt!"

Mark let her cuntlips close around his cockhead. She braced herself for his thrust. He didn't thrust, though, just slipped his cock into her to the hilt, let it slide in smoothly, let her hungry crotch devour it. They moaned in unison as their fuckmeat coupled. Mark's cock throbbed inside her like a hard, cylindrical heart, the tip of it kissing the mouth of her womb. He slid it most of the way back out and plunged it back in. They both moaned again from the itchy friction of their hot, juicy fucking.

Sally felt like dancing, and she did in a way, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as Mark screwed her, wiggling her toes, raising up and down on them. She cooed, the pleasure whirling through her loins as she churned her ass, working her, tight, sucking cunt around Mark's rapidly thrusting cock. His big prick plunged, sending fuck-tingles to the tips of Sally's toes and to the hair-roots in her scalp. Each time Mark thrust, his cock was like an electrified prod that sent a current of pleasure into Sally's body. Her insides were melting. She became drugged on pleasure, helpless to do anything but wiggle her ass and moan as Mark rammed her again and again and again.

The wall between the booths vibrated. Mark grunted as he thrust, carried away by his fucking. He muttered to himself, but Sally couldn't make out his words, just that their tone was that of pained pleasure. His long cock plunged in and out, its head probing deeper inside her until it was popping in and out of the mouth of her womb. Sally groaned, wishing he could fuck her so deep that his cock would come out of her mouth.

She was getting close. She would be coming at any moment. Her loins felt tight, like a balloon about to burst. Her ass had swelled, and her tits. Her cuntlips felt splitting-tight, and her entire cunthole streamed with fiery tingles.

"Fuck me!" she grunted, churning her ass, grinding her contracting, sucking cunt around and around her brother's hard-slamming cock.

"Fuck me, oh God, fuck me!"

"Yeahhhhh!" Mark growled. He thrust so hard that his hipbones cracked against the wall. "Yeah, oh fuck yeahhh!"

"Shoot it!" Sally gasped. "Oh please!" Every cell of her body was set to explode with pleasure. Her cunt clutched hard, as if trying to skin Mark's cock. She felt the first flickers of orgasm in the pit of her cunt. Her entire womb was contracting.

Mark's cock flexed so hard that it nearly lifted Sally off her feet. His cum streamed into her. He groaned deeply, then gasped, whimpered. "Oh Jesus, oh shut!"

Spurt, spurt, spurt – his hot cum filled her. Sally grabbed her tits and squeezed, writhing as her orgasm gnawed through her crotch, through her loins, through every part of her naked young body. She gasped with each spurt of sizzling cum into her, with each spastic contraction in her loins. She could feel both her cunt and asshole squeezing rhythmically. She churned her ass, vacuuming the cum out of her thrusting, gasping brother.

"Mmmn, ohhhh yessss!" she cooed, feeling the hot jism splash deep inside her. "Oh baby, give it to me!" She worked her ass in tight circles until her spasms began to subside and Mark's cock softened slightly inside her. As he withdrew his cock, Sally moaned, completely satisfied.

She had to brace herself to keep from collapsing. She felt like stretching flat out on the floor and completely letting go, letting the waves of relaxation and drowsiness overwhelm her. She lowered herself to her knees and turned to face the window. Mark was pulling up his jeans, stuffing his big, cum-frosted cock inside them. He still wore his denim jacket and the black helmet on his head, his face hidden by the polaroid visor.

He brushed his fingertips over Sally's lips as she pressed her hot face to the hole.

"You're good," he mumbled, trying to disguise his voice again. "I'll be back."

He unlocked his door and pushed out of it, leaving the tennis shorts hanging in the fitting room.

By the time Sally had put herself and the women's fitting room back together, Mark was nowhere to be seen. Sally felt self-conscious as she returned to the counter, sure that what she had done with Mark was written all over her face. A mother and her young son were browsing between some shelves, the boy loudly pointing out the merits of various baseballs bats.

They paid no attention to Sally, however, so obviously hadn't been aware of anything unusual happening. How could they have heard anything, with the music blasting like a rock concert? They paid for their purchases a few minutes later. Sally half-shouted, "Thank you," and watched the boy carry off his new baseball bat. The moment they were gone, she went to the men's fitting rooms, to do some exploring.

All the booths were identical, with the exception of the one adjacent the first women's fitting room. This booth was slightly larger, and had two sturdy wooden pegs set high into the wall with the small window. There was no curtain covering this wall, and the window was detectable upon close inspection. The door that blocked shut the window was set flush with the paneled wall, and so blended in with the wall that a person would have to be looking for it to see it. Sally tried to push open the door from this side, but found it securely latched. She looked up at the pegs above her head, wondering about them for a minute before she figured out that Mark had probably grasped the pegs for balance and for something to hold onto while he'd fucked her. She could still smell Mark's sexy, sweaty scent in the booth, and she reached up under her dress to give her cunt a squeeze. Some of Mark's cum oozed out of her and into her hand, and she licked it off. She would have jerked herself off, but she heard the signal-chime outside and quickly went out, carrying the tennis shorts Mark had never tried on.

The bottom nearly feel out of her stomach. Her mother, beaming, was leading five other church-women into the department. All the women were babbling simultaneously, her mother the loudest.

"Here she is, girls, here she is – my very own daughter! How are you, dear? Everything going all right? I'm sure it is."

Sally stood by helplessly as the women looked her over as if to verify that she was Sally Myers, living and breathing, and not a fake plastic imitation. One of the women commented that Sally's dress was a little scanty, wasn't it, whereupon Sally's mother gave the woman an indignant glance and told her that if she didn't like Sally's dress, she should go complain to Mr. Lipman, because he personally had chosen the dress for Sally and had given it to her to wear as her uniform for the job. This shut the woman up as if she'd been charged by the Reverend Rockford himself with blaspheming the Lord. "Can't you turn down the music a bit, dear?" Mom asked.

"It's lovely music, but we can hardly hear ourselves speak."

"No," Sally lied. "It's controlled by a computer or something."

"But it's not this loud in other parts of the store," Mom said. "Not in the ladies' departments anyway. Why so loud in the men's?"

"The computer sets it different in each department," Sally said. "Mr. Lipman's idea, I think. The loud music must help sell baseball bats or something. Men must like loud music."

"That man's a genius," said one of the ladies. "Absolutely."

"And he never did a wiser thing than hiring my Sally," Sally's mother said. "Well dear, we must be running along. Reverend Rockford wants to meet with the ladies' group this morning. Too bad you can't be there, but you have your duties here."

Thank God for that, Sally thought.