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The Greatheads Make New Friends
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

***

The Greatheads go to the mall, shopping for sexy 
underwear and make a bunch of new friends in the 
dressing room. (MF, MM, bi, inc, voy, swingers)

***

The girls needed more hot underwear so we decided one 
Saturday morning to hotfoot it over to the mall and 
visit the local lingerie shop. The saleslady regarded 
us curiously, a man and two women. 

Her name was Sally, according to her name clip, and I 
was regarding her curiously too. She was one of those 
slim dames with big tasty hooters, sort of a nervous, 
birdy face. Nice looking though. She followed Liz and 
Pat around as they gathered armfuls of stuff to try 
on. 

Even when they went giggling off to the dressing room 
she continued to hover in the neighborhood. She was 
pretty surprised when Liz came prancing out in red bra 
and G-string, and not much bra either. She shot a 
quick look at the door, but no one was there. 

"What do you think?" asked Liz.

"I don't know," I replied, getting behind her and 
grabbing her tits. "C'mere Sally," I said as I pushed 
Liz's bouncers up, nearly overflowing the cup. "Do you 
have something that does this to her knockers?"

Sally shot a shocked look at Liz who laughed and said, 
"Oh Gunner, you're such a pig."

"Uh, yeah", said Sally uncertainly. "I think so."

Pretty soon she produced some more goods, and off 
toddled Liz.

"Nice tits," I said looking at Sally's.

"I beg your pardon?" she said, shocked again.

"Liz," I said pointing to the dressing room. "She's 
got nice tits."

After a pause she said, "Yes, I suppose she does."

"Now, Pat", I continued, "The other one in there, 
she's flat as a pancake. Not that I mind, 'cause she's 
just sexy as all hell. But she's kind of nervous about 
it. You might not understand that," I said again 
staring at her healthy shelf.

"No," she said quickly, "I mean, yes, I do understand, 
I ... we often get ah ... less endowed women in here."

"Great!" I said. "Listen, maybe you could help her 
out? You know, pick out a few things for her to try 
on?"

"Sure," she said and went off collecting things from 
here and there. By the time she got back Liz was out 
of the dressing room again wearing next to nothing. 
She was quite a sight. I had a hard-on down to my 
knee. As Sally watched stupefied Liz went thru a 
series of poses. She bent down and wiggled her tits 
around, she turned around and grabbed her ankles 
showing off one spectacular ass, and then she turned 
back around and squatted with her legs spread wide 
apart. Sally was getting pretty nervous. 

On the one hand she was clearly worried someone would 
come into the store, on the other she was pretty 
stimulated by our antics. Just then Pat came out 
wearing a see-thru body stocking, and I do mean see-
thru. Sally gasped, again partially in fear and 
partially because of Pat's superb little body and 
shaved beaver.

"Oh my!" said Pat looking at Liz. "You look like a 
Penthouse center-fold!"

"You look pretty tasty yourself," said Liz eyeing Pat 
from head to foot.

"Yeah!" I said. "I have half a mind to jump on you 
right here."

Sally sort of groaned.

"Oh," I said, "Pat, Sally here has some things for you 
to try on."

"Good," said Pat, smiling at Sally. Sally handed Pat 
the stuff and blushed. 

As Pat started back to the dressing room I said, "We 
gotta have that body stocking though. It's mega-sexy." 

"Jesus," said Liz watching Pat walk off before herself 
heading back. "That is one sweet ass!"

"Amen," said I to Sally. I hope the stuff you gave her 
shows off that ass. An asset like that needs to be 
flaunted, don't you think?"

"Yes," she whispered, obviously relieved the two girls 
were out of sight.

"What do you show off?" I asked.

That got her. She was speechless.

"I mean, you certainly do have some nice features."

She was just about to say something when out came Pat 
stark naked except for some flimsy pants thing pulled 
up one leg.

"Excuse me," she said. "Could you help me with this? I 
just don't seem to understand it."

Sally was in such a panic she nearly shoved Pat back 
into the dressing room. I was left alone. I could hear 
them talking though, discussing what the thing was and 
how to put it on. Soon Liz had joined them, and there 
was much talk about how sexy they each looked. Then 
Liz said the magic words.

"What do you look like in this Sally? I'll bet you 
look super!"

"Oh yes!" said Pat. "I'll bet you do. Try it on. I 
want to see how you look."

"Oh, great idea!" said Liz. "Oh don't worry, no one's 
out there but the Gunner. He'll take care of 
everything."

"Hey Gunner!" she called. "Let us know if any 
customers come in, OK?"

"Sure thing," I said, 'cause you can depend on me.

Well, soon Pat was saying, "Oh what nice tits, what 
perfect little nipples!", and Liz was chiming in with 
"Beautiful legs too, and Gunner would go nuts over 
that ass." I was going nuts too, just listening to 
them. Then Sally said, in a very quiet voice, "What 
are you doing?"

"Oh," said Pat, shaky. "Please don't mind. You're just 
so sexy and I got really turned on."

Liz laughed. "Pat loves to rub her clit," she said. 
"Don't pay any attention to her. If it really bothers 
you she'll stop. Now let's see what your tits look 
like hanging out of this thing. Maybe if we mushed 
them up a little higher like this."

Suddenly it got pretty quiet. Then gradually it got 
not so quiet. First I could distinguish Pat's heavy 
breathing, and then someone else was having trouble 
breathing regularly and was even beginning to moan a 
bit. I figured it must be Sally. Next, Liz says, "Lick 
her clit Pat, her sweet juicy clit", and then Pat 
said, "Put this foot up on the seat like that," and 
then Sally really started moaning. My cock was ripping 
thru my pants.

"Jesus," I thought, "if a woman comes in here now 
she's in big trouble."

Just then in walked this total babe.

Yeah, yeah, she was over 40 and her face wasn't all 
that great, but hey, I'm eclectic. Besides, she had a 
boffo bod. She was wearing this short little skirt and 
high-heeled clogs and her legs were perfect, or at 
least one of the several varieties of perfect. They 
were long and calfy and slightly bow-legged. And if 
they weren't enough to make me cream my jeans her tits 
certainly were. 

Her tank-top was fighting a losing battle. She started 
rummaging around while I just gawked at her and 
listened to the shenanigans inside the dressing room, 
which the new babe was too far away to hear. Finally, 
she looked at me and held up this lacy black bra.

"Do you have this in a 36D?" she asked.

"Do I?" I said, or rather tried to say. My voice just 
squeaked however. After clearing my throat I said, 
"Uh, let me look and see."

I went over to her and started rummaging around in the 
bras. She must have noticed my pants sticking out in 
front, but I was beyond embarrassment. Finally I found 
a 36C bra, but it was different than hers.

"Well," I said. "This is your size and I bet you'd 
look great in it."

"Oh, do you think so?" she said, and took it and held 
it up to her tits.

"Mmm," I said. "Very nice. Even with the tank-top."

"OK," she said. "I'll try it on."

"No! Wait!" I cried, and she looked at me, startled.

"I mean, don't you want to get a few other things 
together first? So you can try them all on at the same 
time?"

"Well, I was thinking of some new stockings..."

All too soon I had her fixed up with a few pairs of 
hot stockings, some new undies, and a couple of garter 
belts. Again she started toward the dressing room.

"Oh gee," I said. "I forgot. The dressing rooms are 
closed for repair."

"Why that's ridiculous!" she said. "Where can I try 
these on?"

"Um, well, over there in that corner behind that rack 
of dresses is pretty private," I said.

She looked mighty suspicious at first, but then she 
gradually softened and smiled.

"OK," she said. And off she went leaving me feeling 
pretty shaky in the middle of the store.

"Excuse me," she called a minute later. "Could you 
come here a second?"

No sooner said than done, lady. She was standing 
behind the clothes rack still dressed as before.

"What do you think of this?" she said, pulling up her 
tank top but not removing it. She had on the bra I had 
picked out.

"Oh my," I moaned. "They're, I mean, that's 
beautiful."

She pulled her shirt back down with a huge grin.

"Do you have any of those open ones?" she asked.

Be still my beating heart, I thought, and trundled off 
to see what I could find. When I returned she was 
wearing some white net stockings.

"How do you like these?" she said, turning her legs 
this way and that. She had marvelous quads and calves.

"Very nice," I said. "How far up do they go?"

Quite coyly she bit her lip and started edging her 
skirt higher and higher. Since it was short to begin 
with it didn't take long to reach the top of the 
stockings.

"Oh," I said. "You have on one of the garter belts I 
see."

"Yes," she said, pulling her skirt up to her waist. 
"Like it?"

"I sure do," I said trying to adjust my clothes around 
my hard-on, which made her laugh. "The panties are 
nice too. French cut. Let's see the back."

She turned around and I nearly pounced on her right 
there. Her ass was just beautiful, so smooth, so firm, 
and her legs from the back were as good as from the 
front.

"God," I said in sheer admiration. "What a body you 
have."

"Let me try on that bra," she said turning back around 
and taking the open-faced bra from me. "Turn around."

A minute later she said I could look. Good God. Her 
nipples were small and pink and standing to attention, 
all puckered up. Her face was flushed and as she held 
her tank-top up she pushed her breasts together with 
her forearms.

"You know," I said. "You are one sexy woman. A fucking 
vision, a walking wet dream."

She said nothing but she ate it up. After a few 
seconds of feasting my eyes she reached back and undid 
the bra.

"Well," she said rather shakily. "You better pack this 
stuff up."

As she removed the bra she brushed her arms across her 
nipples and shuddered. So did I. Leaving her shirt up 
around her neck she reached down and undid the snaps 
on her garter belt, then slowly rolled down the 
stockings. Next came the garter belt, and then turning 
her back to me she bent down and stripped off the 
panties. I moved up to her ass and caressed it. 

When she stood back up I reached around and fondled 
her tits, massaging them and rolling the nipples 
around. I also started Frenching her ear and neck and 
pretty soon her breath was ragged as hell. Mine too. I 
trailed one hand down her front and found her bush. 
She was drenched. I like that. I was about to suggest 
we retire to the back room when Pat burst out of the 
dressing room. 

She had all her clothes back on, but she was still 
pretty breathless. She startled us and we broke our 
clinch and I turned around. The woman hid behind me 
pulling her shirt down and getting herself together. 
When Pat saw us she stopped for just a second, then 
ran up and grabbed me.

"C'mon Gunner," she said. "They need your help in 
there. Sally especially needs your help."

"B-but..." I babbled and indicated the babe in the 
short skirt.

"Don't worry," said Pat. "I'll take care of your 
customer."

And she pushed me into the dressing room. It was real 
easy to figure out what stall Liz and Sally were in. I 
just followed the groaning and smell of pussy. I found 
them on the floor crushing their cunts together and 
writhing about frantically.

"Quick!" said Liz. "Sally needs a cock!"

Well, that's why I'm around. I had it in my hand in no 
time.

"Put it in my mouth!" Sally gasped.

Why surely.

She was a damned good cocksucker. You could tell she 
liked doing it. She tickled my balls too, and I always 
like that.

"Don't come yet," she said. "I need to get fucked 
first."

Whatever you say, lady.

She let go of my dick and flipped over on her hands 
and knees.

"Now!" she said. "Do it to me now!"

Man, I just love sliding into a super wet beaver, and 
between Pat and Liz this beaver was wet! Liz laid down 
under Sally and started tonguing her clit while 
playing with her own. We were beginning to really get 
the rhythm when suddenly a man was yelling out in the 
store.

"Oh my God!" cried Sally, and we jumped up, quickly 
adjusted our clothing, and ran out of the dressing 
room.

There we found this bald-headed guy grabbing the 40 
year old babe by the shoulder and yelling, "What the 
fuck is going on here?"

"What s-seems to be the p-problem?" stammered Sally 
clearly flushed with sexual excitement.

"The problem?" the guy yelled. "I come in here and 
find my wife, my wife, this woman (indicating Pat), 
this woman and and..."

He didn't seem able to get it out for sputtering.

"What were you doing?" I asked Pat calmly.

"I was sucking her cunt," she replied, just as calmly. 
"I had her bent over the counter and was eating her 
from behind. It was quite nice, wasn't it?" The woman 
almost said yes, but her old man was at it again, 
ranting and raving. Just as I was wondering what we 
should do with him he stopped dead in his tracks. 

I followed his gaze and there in the doorway to the 
back room stood Liz. I've said before that Liz was a 
big broad, and now she had on this leather outfit just 
like the S&M types wear. Spike-heeled boots, garter 
belt, black leather gloves and bra. And a whip.

"You!" she hissed. "Shut your trap and get over here!"

The guy was mesmerized. He staggered over to her.

"On your knees, pig!" she growled, and the guy flopped 
down on his knees. "Now crawl into the back room", and 
she waved the rest of us in too. Inside she said, "Now 
scum. You need to be punished, don't you?", and the 
guy nodded dumbly. "Gunner here got Sally's cunt juice 
all over his nice big cock and I want you to clean it 
off."

The guy shot me a look of fear. I just scratched my 
head.

Whack! She hit him on the back with the whip and the 
guy like to jump thru the roof. He liked it though, 
you could tell.

"Crawl over to the Gunner," she said, and the guy did.

"Undo his belt." He did.

"Pull down his zipper with your teeth." He did.

"Hmm," I thought. "She's serious. Am I gonna let this 
dweeb suck my dick?"

Then I noticed his wife watching and she was way hot 
about the whole scene, as well as grooving on hubby's 
humiliation. Well, who am I to dis-appoint a lady?

"Fish his dick out - carefully!"

"Lick it clean!"

"Now suck!"

Geez, the guy wasn't half bad. Of course it helps when 
you're enthused and he was that. The shit probably 
always wanted to suck a big dick but was too much of a 
weasel to just go do it. He needed Liz and her whip to 
"force" him into it. Liz had him take down his pants 
so she could give it to him on his bare ass. The guy 
just ate it up, pun intended. Meanwhile, Pat and his 
wife were going at it again. The woman was bending 
over leaning on the back of a chair while Pat knelt 
behind her with her nose up her cunt licking her clit. 

Jesus, Pat loves to eat cunt. 

Sally was standing in the doorway keeping one eye on 
us and one on the store, and busily rubbing her 
crotch. All in all, it was a fun time for everyone. 
Then Liz whips out this big vibrator and stuffs it up 
her cunt so she's coming while she's whacking this 
guy. After some of that she bends down and rams the 
vibe up the guy's ass. Jesus, talk about instant deep 
throat! The guy jumped forward which of course crammed 
my dick right down his throat. 

At first, he started choking and gagging, but then he 
caught the rhythm and opened his throat. The worm was 
in seventh heaven. Meat up both ends, and even if the 
meat up his ass was really plastic at least it had 
some great motion. Between watching her old man and 
getting tongued by Pat the wife was into one long 
succession of orgasms. Sally was having a few too, 
spazzing up against the door jamb.

Then Liz decided the guy should sit up and masturbate 
while I schtupped his wife. Well now, that was a 
damned fine idea. I'd wanted to fuck her back an hour 
or so ago in the store but hadn't been able to, so Pat 
scooted further under the woman and continued licking 
her clit while I fucked her from behind. She had a 
nice cunt too, and it's great to fuck a woman who's 
just coming constantly.

"OK, now," said Liz after a bit. "Don't come yet 
Gunner. We want to save it for Ol' Baldy here. He's 
gonna swallow everything you got. But first you need 
some more cunt juice on your cock. Fuck Sally next, 
then Pat, then me."

Sally was so hot she didn't waste any time at all. She 
whipped up her skirt and bent over the wife's back, 
reaching around and grabbing her lovely tits. Her 
panties, of course, were history. After Sally had a 
few orgasms, thanks partly to Pat doing things 
underneath her and the wife, she got back to watching 
the store and Pat took her place. Pat, of course, came 
a ton, as she always does, then went back to Frenching 
the wife. Liz was next. She bent over the guy, still 
moving the vibrator around in his ass, and I slipped 
it to her.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold out," I told 
her as she hit him here and there with the butt of the 
whip. Just then she came. Always timely, that one.

"Now," she said. "Stick it back in his face."

Well, he went right back to deep throating and 
groaning and licking and sucking like his life 
depended on it, and I wasn't going to hold out much 
longer. That guy was getting to be a great cocksucker.

Liz looked at me and said, "You may fire when ready 
Gunner."

So I did. And did. And did. I mean, I came a ton, and 
as I was I noticed I could see the guy's hard-on in 
this mirror and he was doing the damnedest thing. 
Every time I shot a wad, he swallowed it then shot one 
of his own. No one was touching him, but he was coming 
just the same, and every time I did. It was like I was 
shooting come right thru him and out his dick. It was 
totally weird.

Well, when I finally ran out of sperm I leaned back 
against the wall and watched Liz knock the guy around 
some more. His wife was shuddering and yelling, "Uh! 
Uh! Uh!" over and over as Pat nearly had her head up 
the woman's cunt, and Sally was shivering up against 
the door jamb again.

I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper and gave 
it to the wife. She smiled, got herself together, and 
said, "Come on Harvey, let's go home." 

Harvey got up, dressed sheepishly and slinked off 
without looking at me. That's gratitude for you. The 
three of us grappled with Sally some, and then said, 
well, time to go, but we'll be back some time, and off 
we went. Out in the parking lot we realized we hadn't 
bought any new undies.

END

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