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From: "terri madison" <terri_madison@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Thirty-one Flavors (f/solo, mf, m+/f, ff)
Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 02:10:04 -0500
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"Thirty-one flavors"

I've always loved ice cream.  Whether a plain scoop of vanilla,
or a Rocky Road sundae, waffle cone or a banana split topped with
hot fudge, whipped cream and a cherry, I'm there. So when the
owner of the local ice cream parlor put the business up for sale,
I pounced on the opportunity to go into business for myself.

Opening day had turned out to be the hottest day of summer.
Consequently, we'd been very busy most of the day.  This was
great for business.  You know, supply and demand, and all that. 
But, since I hadn't hired a staff yet, I was running the place by
myself, and I was being run ragged! It didn't help that the air
conditioning was broken and wouldn't be fixed for another two
days. My halter top was soaked with sweat by noon (I'd decided to
dress for the weather--jean shorts and a white halter, emblazoned
with the logo of the ice cream parlor.  In other words, the
"Hooters" of the ice cream world.  And why not...I'm the boss,
and I get to decide the dress code!)  Many men, and a few of the
women customers, turned an appreciative eye toward my buxom chest
that day.

Toward the end of the day, the heat continued to be unbearable. 
It was around dinner time, so business had gotten very slow.  I
took the opportunity to head for the walk-in cooler in the back
of the store, to bring out refills for some of the more popular
flavors, which were nearly empty.  Entering the cooler, I felt
like I had stepped out of hell and into an arctic heaven.

My halter, still soaked with sweat, had been extremely
uncomfortable for much of the day.  I must confess that I'm
somewhat of an exhibitionist, and love to wear tight clothing
which doesn't hide much of my firm 36-D chest and my (in my
opinion) delectable ass.  And I'd loved some of the glances and
attention I'd gotten from several of the local hunks (not to
mention a few scantily clad gals).  If only I hadn't been
working...mmmmmm.

But now, I just needed to get a little bit of circulation in my
chest. Peeking out of the cooler, I checked to make sure that no
new customers had entered the shop.  All clear.   Pulling the
halter off over my head, I watched as my firm breasts sprang
free. Ahhhh....freedom!  I stood there and enjoyed the cold  air
on my bare skin, even though I knew that I didn't have much time
to catch a breather.

You probably won't believe me if I tell you that I honestly went
into that cooler to catch a break, and to cool myself off for a
minute, and nothing more.  Honestly, that's all I meant to do. 
But then I noticed the cold air making my nipples hard, and I
just couldn't resist playing with them! I've always found tit
play to be very stimulating, whether it was me going solo, or
some guy or gal tweaking and sucking on my nips.  This time was
no exception.  I was "red-lining" for sure... for the first time
I noticed how tight and constricting my jean shorts were.   I
also felt that all-too familiar ache between my legs, serving
notice that Terri needed some satisfaction, and fast.

Shimmying out of my shorts, I sat down on one of the 5 gallon
drums of ice cream.  "Oh!!!!" I cried out in surprise as my bare
ass came in contact with the cold metal lid of the drum.  All the
while I continued to tweak my nipples with my right hand.  My
left hand I slipped between my legs and began rubbing my clit in
circles.  "Ohhhhhhh..." I cried out again, this time more softly,
as my fingers found all the right spots, my middle finger dipping
into my steaming pussy.  If I'd been hot before, I was now
definitely overheating.

"Come on, you slut," I chided myself, "you've got customers out
there...." But I just couldn't find the willpower to stop fucking
myself!  My hand had a mind of its own, and wasn't about to stop
its assault on my sopping wet, horny cunt.  With my free hand, I
opened up one of the drums of vanilla ice cream.  Grabbing a
handful, I rubbed it all over my tits and belly, then massaging
the remainder of it into my pussy.  This only served to make me
even more horny!  I needed to be well fucked--and FAST!  I was
now ready to explode.

Desperately, I looked around the cooler for something to appease
my insatiable pussy.  The closest thing I could find was a
popsicle.  You know, one of those red, white and blue ice-pops? 
How patriotic of you, Terri, I thought as I fervently unwrapped
the popsicle and quickly sucked the frost off of it.  Then into
my hot cunt it went--every inch of it.

If my customers were listening, they heard my screams from the
cooler. I didn't give a fuck.

*************************************************

After my multiple orgasms had subsided, I caught my breath and
slipped on my halter and shorts.  I wondered if not wearing
panties constituted a health code violation. Then I had to laugh.
 If the FDA would frown on me not wearing underwear...what would
they think of what I'd just got done doing to myself in the
cooler?

Stepping back out into the sweltering heat, I did a doubletake
when I looked at the clock.  I'd been in there nearly twenty
minutes!  Hurriedly, I went to the front of the store.  Still
mostly empty, with a few people from before still eating.  And
one very irate--and rather sexy--young man, waiting at the
counter.

"It's about time...I've been waiting here for ten minutes!" he
complained in a rather irritated tone.

"Sorry, sir...what'll it be?"

"I don't understand why I had to wait ten minutes to be served. 
There are no other customers!  What were you doing back there?"

His tone was so authorative and demanding, I nearly confessed my
sin. "I'm really sorry, sir, I was restocking the cooler.  What
will you be having tonight?"

He wasn't satisfied.  "I want to see your manager."

"You're looking at her," I retorted coolly.

That put him off balance a little bit.  "Well," he replied, a
little flustered.  "If this is the way you run your parlor, don't
count on having me for a customer."  And he turned to leave.

"Sir," I called, "don't go.  Please."  In a very small voice.

He turned.  "Why not?"

"Sir, you're right.  You shouldn't have had to wait for so long.
I'd really like to make it up to you..."

"Exactly how do you plan to do that?"

"Come with me," I came around the counter, took him by the hand,
and into the kitchen area.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

"Customer satisfaction," I responded briefly before kissing him.
He kissed back, fucking my mouth with his tongue.  As his hands
rose to knead my tits through the material of my halter top, I
had a pretty good idea that this customer would be coming back. 
But it never hurts to be sure.  Dropping to my knees, I jerked
his shorts down.  Turned out I wasn't the only one without
underwear.  His cock sprang out at me, and I wasted no time
getting it in my mouth.  Then inspiration struck me.  Telling him
to wait there, I retrieved a few items from the ice cream
counter. Scooping out three scoops of vanilla ice cream into a
sundae tray, I put it on the table in front of him, then plopped
his cock down atop the ice cream.  Then a generous helping of
whipped cream....chopped nuts....some hot fudge over the top, and
finally a cherry on top, and I had myself a throbbing, pulsing
banana split.  Which I wasted no time devouring, I can tell you!
Whipped cream, ice cream, and fudge flew everywhere as I went
down on my delicious sundae.  My customer could only stand there
and gasp in surprise at having been turned into a human dessert.

Pausing briefly to lick some whipped cream off my tit, I looked
up at him.  "So...will I be keeping you as a customer?"

"Mmmmm.  Depends on whether or not you can make me cum."  He
grinned.

"Hmmmm baby.  In my mouth, on my face...on my tits...wherever you
want to give it to me.  After all, the customer is always right!"
 And with that I went down on my delectable treat again.

"Mmmmm...how about....all over your face....mmmm."

I popped him out of my mouth.  "Whatever you say, sir!" Taking a
ladle full of hot fudge, I dumped it onto his prick, then
proceeded to rub it all over him.  He gasped as the hot, gooey
fudge got all over his shaft and his balls.  Then I took him in
my hand and jerked him off, aiming him at my face as he reached
his peak, shooting his cum all over my face, where it added to
the sticky mess of ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate already
there.

"Oh baby...that was great..." he complimented me as I thoroughly
cleaned him off with my tongue.  Then he pulled up his shorts,
kissed me on the forehead (the only place not covered with ice
cream, cum or chocolate) and was gone.

On my way to the restroom to clean myself up, I nearly ran into
another of my customers waiting for service, a young redhead of
about twenty.  She was standing in the doorway grinning at me,
wearing a bikini top and a pair of daisy dukes.

Wondering how much of my slutty performance she'd witnessed, and
embarrassed about the sticky mess drenching my face, I stammered,
"ummm...be right with you...uhhh...a little accident....the
custard machine....ummmm... exploded on me."  I blushed hotly.

"Yeah.  I saw it 'explode'...all over your cute face," she
confided with a wink and a knowing smile.  "Listen... as long as
you're taking customer complaints, I've got one..."

"Hmmmm, and what would that be?" I was already drooling.  It had
been a while since I'd been with another woman, and this redhead
looked to be a tasty treat indeed, who was practically serving
herself up on a platter.

"Well...the napkin holder at my table is empty...and I dropped
ice cream on myself," she pouted.  And it was true.  She'd
spilled ice cream all over her breast, which wasn't concealed all
that well by her bikini top. Even as I stared, the ice cream was
melting and running down into the crevice between her tits.

"Hmmmm," I frowned.  "Looks pretty serious.  Better come with
me..."

"Mmmmm.  I plan on it," she agreed as she allowed me to lead her
to the back of the store, into the walk-in cooler.  Once inside,
I wasted no time untying her top, then slamming her up against
the wall.

"OH!!!! You little bitch that's COLD...." she cried out as I dove
tongue-first between her tits, licking away the drying ice cream.
 Her nipples were hardening nicely, I noticed, taking pause to
nibble on each of them in turn.

"Oh, no," I intoned in mock horror.  "It's dribbled down between
your boobs, and down your belly.  Looks like I've got my work cut
out for me..." I began following the trail of sticky melted ice
cream down her chest.

"Yeah...I love that...."  Her hand was in her shorts, playing
with her pussy, as I worked her tits in my hands. "Do me...fuck
me..."  My tongue traced its way down to her navel, which I began
fucking with my tongue as the two of us fumbled to get her shorts
off.  I was delighted to discover that she was a natural redhead
as I eased my tongue into her fiery red bush.  She ran her
fingers through my hair as I moved my tongue in a circular motion
around her clit.  Slipping my middle finger up her cunt, I now
began lapping at her love button, like a bitch dog in heat.

"Please...fuck me..." I added another finger to her dripping
snatch. She groaned, humping against my fingers and tongue. 
"Harder! Faster!"  I doubled my efforts, eager to satisfy my
customer.  "Yeah!!!  Fuck....FUCK!!! Lick it, you fucking
wench...LICK IT!!!!"  Pulling my fingers out of her, I fucked her
with my tongue instead, licking up and down, between her pussy
lips.  Her breathing was coming in short, winded gasps now. 
Glancing up, something caught my eye--the half-used popsicle I'd
used to cool my overheated cunt earlier.  Grabbing it, I stuffed
it up the redhead's cunt.  Her mouth flew open, and her eyes
widened in shock as the cold registered.

"Ohmigod YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH....OHHHHHH....." Her orgasm was
instantaneous.  Her cunt began spasming uncontrollably, her
vaginal muscles tightening around the popsicle, part of which
broke off in her pussy.  I happily licked and sucked at her until
it melted and I was able to clean it all out of her.

After she got dressed, the two of us cleaned ourselves up as best
we could at the tiny sink in back of the store.  Then we shared a
long, passionate french kiss, and made our way back to the front
of the shop.

More indignant customers were waiting.  This time there were five
men, wearing only shorts and gym shoes.  One of them clutched a
basketball; all of them were drenched in sweat.  I stood there
for a moment, staring and admiring their well-toned, muscular
chests, glistening with sweat, and decided against enforcing the
"no shirt no service" rule, just this once.  In turn, they all
stood there taking in the sight of my well-endowed chest,
overflowing from my skimpy halter top.

Then one of them, obviously the leader, spoke.  "Why is the
service so slow here?  We've been waiting for 15 minutes."

Here we go again, I thought.  The redhead walked up to the guys
and whispered something to their leader, looking at me and
smiling the whole time.  No doubt explaining to him my ideas on
"customer satisfaction".  My suspicions were confirmed when the
five young men, grinning, surrounded me in a tight half-circle in
front of the ice cream display case, and several hands began
groping me as if I were a piece of meat.

I looked at my "friend".  "Are you going to help me out here?"

"I'd love to...but I've got to be getting home...you're on your
own!" she smiled.  "Have fun..."  On her way out the front door,
as my halter and shorts were being pulled off, the redhead
thoughtfully flipped the sign next to the door from "Come on in,
we're open!" to "Sorry, we're closed!"

Then I was lifted onto the counter and laid on my back.  Three of
the guys joined me up there.  The first knelt to the side of my
head and offered his cock, which I greedily took into my mouth. 
The second man rubbed his member up and down my slit, then
penetrated me.  The third straddled my chest, planting his rod
between my tits.  The two remaining guys stood to each side of
the counter, each groping at one of my tits and pushing them
slightly together so that the fellow in the center could enjoy
fucking them.  In return, I took each of them in hand and
alternately jacked off their stiff pricks and stroked their
balls.  Before long they were all fucking me in harmony, like a
well tuned machine.

I made swift work of the cock in my mouth.  Maybe it was my
muffled screams from the intense gang fucking I was getting,
coupled with my ability to stuff every inch of that delicious
prick in my mouth, up to his balls.  "Oh fuck..." was all the
poor guy could gasp, before delivering a blast of his hot jism
down my throat.  Greedily, I swallowed every drop.

The guy between my tits was next.  Humping those beautiful mounds
proved to be too much for his senses to handle, and with a soft
moan he, too, began shooting.  After the first spurt went all
over my tits and my neck, he courteously tried to give me more
cum for my swallowing pleasure.  With the way I was thrashing
about, though, he only succeeded in getting it all over my face
and in my hair.

The third guy, hammering away at my cunt, watched as his friends
treated me to a cum-bath, and this in turn was quickly driving
him over the edge.

"Uhhh...want it....on your face.....?" he asked.

"Mmmmm why not....everyone else does..." I panted.  Eager to
release, he pulled out and knelt over me, his balls slapping
against my nipples as he jacked off all over my face.  As he
climbed down, I tugged at the cocks in my hand. "C'mon....your
turn to play...."  They hopped up on the counter with me, and we
all agreed that they could best fuck me if I were on my hands and
knees.  I happily complied, taking one cock into my shaved pussy
and the other into my mouth.  The stud behind me immediately
began brutally ravaging me, grabbing my hips to fuck me extra
hard. The guy in my mouth just knelt there and let me work my
oral magic, telling me between moans what great head I give.  I
thanked him for the compliments by continuing to deep throat him.
 His endurance was no match for my years of cocksucking
experience, and before too long he threw his head back and let
out that sweet-sounding male guttural moan that I've come to know
and love so much, the sound that means that my hot, wet mouth is
about to be filled with about a quart of my lover's hot, sticky
cum.  This time, though, I grabbed his shaft and encircled my
thumb and forefinger around the base of it, preventing him from
shooting.   I could feel him pulsing and throbbing in my mouth. 
Pulling his manhood out of my mouth with a loud, wet slurp, I
took  in the sight of this magnificent love muscle, pulsating and
begging for release.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could, stuck
out my tongue and released my hold on the base of his prick,
running my hand up and down his shaft.  I was rewarded with a
torrential stream of jizz which hit me squarely in the cheek,
dripping off my face and down onto the already cum-soaked
counter. I re-aimed, and the rest of his load went right into my
mouth.  I swished it around, opened my mouth to show him, then
swallowed it all with a gulp.

Of course, the stud who was fucking me doggy style was ready to
go too at this point.  Pulling out of my cunt, he shot his load
all over my ass and my back, then stood over me and rubbed it
into my skin with his cock.  I then collapsed from exhaustion,
right there on the counter.

The guys, amazingly enough, suddenly remembered the reason they'd
originally come into my ice cream parlor!  "Hey... we never did
get our ice cream!" one of them pointed out.

"Yeah...what about that?"  another of them demanded of me.

"I'm beat...I'm afraid you'll have to serve yourselves..."  All
five of them pounced on the offer, retrieving sundae dishes and
pondering over what type of ice cream to try.  One of them, the
second guy whom I'd sucked off, saw my handwritten note on the
dry-erase board under the menu: "Ask me about the flavor of the
month!" So he asked.

I sat up, looked at him, and told him, "You just had it, honey!"
All six of us started laughing at that.  The guys began to eat
their ice cream, and I just sat there catching my breath. One of
them offered to scoop out some ice cream for me.

"No thanks," I replied, "I'm covered."

"I'll say!" he joked, indicating the sticky mess covering my
face, hair, tits, back and ass.  Idly, I scooped a little of the
cum up with my finger, then took it into my mouth and sucked it
clean.  Then repeated the gesture with my jizz-soaked boobs,
using both hands to scoop the cum away and sucking my fingers
clean one by one.

Too late, I realized the consequences of my slutty actions, as I
again found myself surrounded by the five young men. Their pricks
were showing signs of life again, no doubt aroused by my little
show of finger sucking.  Then I was guided, gently but firmly,
back down to a prone position on the counter top, and they took
me again.

**************************************

That first day on the job was exhausting.  The very next day, I
put a "help wanted" sign in the window. Later on, while I was at
the counter doing the ledger, a voice said, "Excuse me...I'm here
about the job?"

I looked up...it was the sexy redhead from the day before.  Five
minutes later, I was "interviewing" her on the floor of the
walk-in cooler, the two of us entangled in a hot 69 on the cold,
cold floor.  Three orgasms later, she had the job.

As we dressed, she told me her name was Randi.  I introduced
myself as well.   We agreed that it just wouldn't be appropriate
to address each other as "bitch" or "wench" or "dyke" in front of
customers.

As we headed back to the front of the store, adjusting our skimpy
clothing, we saw that we had a customer, a man of about 27.  He'd
been in the day before with his rather nagging wife.  He'd also
stolen several glances at me when his nagging wife wasn't
looking.  He was alone today though, and now he had twice as much
cleavage to ogle with Randi there.

"We're sorry," I began. "Were you waiting long, sir?"

"About ten minutes.  But it's not a prob--"

"Oh...we're terribly sorry.  Ten minutes....that's completely
unacceptable, wouldn't you agree Randi?" I murmured, pressing
myself up against our customer and rubbing my tits against him.

"Oh, yes...completely so, Terri."

"I think a little customer satisfaction in order...don't you,
Randi?"

"Absolutely," Randi cooed, switching the sign on our door from
"open" to "closed", as I guided our customer to the counter top
and grabbed a can of whipped cream.

"Listen...um....miss...really...it's ok...I'm in no hurry...."

"Good, sir," I oozed as Randi tugged at the guy's pants, "because
we weren't planning on you going anywhere for awhile..."




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