Becky pumped her fingers in and out as fast as she could, sucking eagerly on Diane's clit at the same time. Suddenly Diane clutched her head with both hands, fucking her buns frantically off the couch, thrusting her throbbing, juicing cunt hole on Becky's lips.
'Cumming!' Diane gasped. 'Unngggggh! Oh, oh, lick my pussy! That's a good girl! Suck my cunt, suck my cunt! Cuuummmiiinnnggg!'
Diane's throbbing pussy juiced heavily as she orgasmed, the sticky slit spuming around Becky's fingers, the depths of her fuck hole oozing a heavy flow of cunt cream onto Becky's mouth. Becky groaned, licking, sucking and fingerfucking, guiding the older blonde through the fury of orgasm. At last she sat back on her heels, red-faced with shame, realizing that she was now willing to do whatever else Diane wanted.
But Diane was now apparently through with her.
'God, are you stupid,' Diane said.
Becky gasped, looking up at the pixyish blonde in shock and anger. But Diane just giggled and rose to her feet.
'What-what'd you say that for?' Becky asked in spite of herself.
'Because you are,' Diane shrugged. 'Today you caught me having sex with your fiance. You came over to see me with the obvious intention of berating me for it, and it took me all of two minutes to get you eating out of the palm of my hand.' Diane giggled. 'Which means you're a dummy. You might as well face it. A busty bimbo with no brains.'
'Why, you…' But Becky was so shocked and hurt that she couldn't make the words come out. 'What an awful thing to…'
'I might as well just lay the whole thing on the line for you,' Diane sighed. 'Your little engagement to Mitch is done, darling. He doesn't want you anymore. He wants me instead. And would you like to know why?'
'Why, how-how dare you?' But by now Becky could already feel the tears beginning to flow.
'It's not because you're not pretty enough, God only knows. And it's not because you don't satisfy him sexually.' Diane paused for emphasis. 'It's because you're stupid!'
'I am not!'
'Yes, you are!' And now Diane actually looked vicious; 'You're just a two bit grocery store clerk! The man you want to marry is an executive. Executives think about things. That means they're interested in women who can talk to them about the things they're interested in. Women like me! What they definitely do not want is busty sluts with nothing between the ears. Busty sluts are good for fuck ing, but not for marriage!'
'You! You awful…'
'Awful truth-teller, is all!' Diane smirked. 'Now get dressed and get out. Frankly, I'm already bored with you.'
CHAPTER FOUR
'I-I guess it's just something I have to do, Mr. Nelson,' said Becky, late the next afternoon. She and her boss were sitting alone in his office. 'I mean, I can't just let someone steal my fiance from me without putting up a fight!'
'But if he cheated on you like that, he obviously wasn't worth having in the first place!'
Becky just sighed. After spending most of the night crying, she'd come to work and told her boss everything. Now the busty teen felt more determined than she'd ever felt about anything in hot young life.
'That's probably true,' she admitted. 'But I know I'm not stupid, and I can't stand the idea of him thinking I am. Or of Diane thinking I am either.' Becky's big tits rose as she heaved another sigh. 'So, I think the only thing for me to do is to get a job at Crenshaw Manufacturing and make them see for themselves that I can work just as well in an office as they can. And after that I'll feel good about telling Mitch to go fuck himself, if I really want to!'
'But what will you do?'
'I can be a secretary. I can type forty words per minute, anyhow. Besides, I think you can do anything you set your mind to doing, and I am absolutely positively determined to get a job in that place.'
Nelson folded his arms behind his head and slumped wearily on the couch, realizing that he couldn't talk her out of it. Becky was sitting beside him.
'So you want to quit as soon as possible,' he said. 'As in, tomorrow. Right?'
'I'm afraid so, Mr. Nelson. I mean, I know I'll really be leaving you short-handed. But, well, that's why I wanted to tell you all the personal stuff about what happened between me and Mitch and that awful Diane. So you'd understand. At least a little bit.'
'I understand, all right.' The forty-four-year-old grocery owner slumped lower still, as if considering the weeks of hard work that would lie ahead before he found a replacement. Then he held up his hands resignedly.
'Becky, you've got my blessings,' he said decisively. 'For a woman your age, love is more important than anything else. I'll admit, it's not going to be easy around here for the next few weeks, but I can handle it. You obviously want to look for work at that Crenshaw place as soon as possible. Well, you've got my blessings. And I'll give you a good recommendation to boot!'
'Oh, Mr. Nelson!' Becky gushed. 'Oh, gosh, you're just so wonderful!'
Becky couldn't resist jumping up and giving him a big hug. Her intentions were purely platonic, but she hadn't thought of the effect that mashing her huge mammaries on his chest would have on the lecherous, middle- aged grocer.
When the hug ended, Nelson had obviously been affected by it. His face was flushed, and something big and stiff was rising quite prominently behind his zipper. Becky stood in front of him, a tantalizing line of cleavage showing in her V-neck blouse. Nelson took a long, significant look at her tits.
'And I might as well tell you, I'm going to miss looking at you too, Becky!' he sighed. 'You may only be nineteen, but you've got just about the most unbelievable pair of tits I've ever seen in my life!'
'Oh, Mr. Nelson! You dirty old man,' Becky chided.
And she started to smile in the way she usually did around him, indicating that she didn't mind his sexual teasing, but, unfortunately, couldn't do anything about it.
Then, Becky thought better of it. Again she looked at her kindly older boss, and this time her eyes went straight for his bulging crotch.
Gosh, Mr. Nelson sure did have a big-looking cock! And now that she'd broken up with Mitch, there really wasn't any reason she couldn't give Mr. Nelson exactly what he wanted!
'My big tits really turn you on, don't they, Mr. Nelson?'
'I guess I don't mind admitting they do!'
'Would you like to look, at 'em?'
Nelson's eyes widened. After so many months of making half-hearted passes, he obviously couldn't believe his good fortune. Standing in front of him as he sat on the couch, Becky matter-of-factly pulled up her shirt. The grocer's big cock throbbed violently in his slacks as she stripped it off her shoulders, revealing the melon-stuffed cups of her double D-cup bra.
'Becky!'
'I mean, there's no reason not to now that I've broken up with Mitch, Mr. Nelson! And seeing as how you're being so nice about me leaving and everything, I might as well let you have some fun! Besides, maybe I want to have a little fun too!'
Becky reached behind her back, popping open the clasp of her bra. Out tumbled the brunette teenager's super-sized tits, firm and huge and creamy-white, capped with deep pink nipples that were already crinkled stiff with excitement. 'Do you want to suck 'em for me, Mr. Nelson?'
Becky put a knee on the couch, leaning over him, making her spongy milkers sway tantalizingly in front of his face. Nelson shuddered and immediately filled his hands with her huge tits. Hungrily he squeezed and fondled them, fanning his thick fingers across the teats. The top-heavy teen whimpered as he engulfed one rosy tit cap between his lips, sucking it as hungrily as a milk-starved infant.
