Finding His Fiance's Inner Pig--Chapt 6
The lovers sauntered in through the doors of the Isit Inn
in time to see a miniature female come out of the ladies room,
sprightly hop up on a barstool, plop her wallet down and
order a Manhattan. The pudgy girl had a cheer-leader's
uniform on and looked to be anywheres from sixteen to twenty
years old.
"She looks like she's here for some action, "
Ralph remarked, his cock stiffening.
Her little skirt hid almost nothing, allowing everyone
a full view of her over-abundant rear and butterball, drumstick
thighs. She did, however, have on a pair of panties that
stretched over a swollen mound between her legs. Her waist
was no narrower than her ribcage, but due to the widening
flair of her rounded hips and overhang of her globe-like
breasts, her midsection did, in fact, look like a waist.
Her arms, bare right up to the leotard top she wore, were
pudgy, showing dimples by her elbows.
The reason she was wearing that particular outfit was its
associations. A year before, she had been the high school's
premier cheerleader, sweet seventeen, cute and bouncy.
She credited the outfit with helping her have any athlete
she had wanted, and she wanted them all. This provocative
outfit, so effective in the past for pick-ups, was now recommissioned
to launch her fledgling marriage in a new direction. They
were now to be her "cheatin clothes."
After graduating high school, she had become a fixture
at the bars where, with a perky face and quick wit, she was
a notorious flirt until she met a young, muscular, construction
worker. They had decided to settle down, and for the first
five months of her marriage, she wasn't to be found
in the bars anymore.
The current bartender had not been working at the Isit Inn
when Porkchops was active in her partying, but accurately
guessed that she was under-age. He wasn't aware that
the girl, capable of putting a sizeable amount of booze
into herself, had, gained "tavern status, "
another way of saying that gin mills served her regardless
of her age. The bar owners profited from her presence since
she was such an attraction to male customers.
As Ralph and Micky approached, they heard a conversation
between the bartender and the girl. "You're
gonna have to show me better ID than that, little lady. Don't
you have a picture license?"
Just then, two studs in hunting gear walked in and, one of
them, recognizing the little cheerleader's protuberant
ass cheeks as she knelt on the barstool to get on eye-level
with the bartender, greeted her, "Porkchops! What're
you doin here? And why the outfit? I heard you got married
an don't party anymore."
For the first time, Ralph and Micky heard her voice, and
indeed, it did sound like a child's, "You got
the first part right, but the second part's gonna be
history soon. That is, if I can get a little cooperation."
"Cooperation?" the other hunter said. "Cooperation's
my middle name. What do you need to get you partyin. Aren't
I enough?"
"I don't know about enough, Mr. Cooperation,
but you'd be OK for starters, Mr. Cooperation, ...
maybe."
"Whatdaymean I, Whiteman? It's either we or
me!" the other hunter said.
"I guess I have to take you two as you cum, then, but
I also need you to tell Dudley Dooright here, that I'm
not as young as I look (actually, she was). He won't
serve me, an if he won't serve me, I'm not goin to
be as interesin ta party with. In fact if I don't get
some al-key-hol, I'm gonna leave an find another place
to party in." She had not even turned 19 yet.
"That's OK, Jack. She's 21. You can serve
her. In fact, make it on me. All the places serve her. At least
they did until she got married a month ago. Boy! We've
all missed you. How's the old man?" It was actually
five months since the wedding, but time flies for bar flies.
"The old man's in the hospital, right in the room
next to his girl friend, an' that's the bitch he
was out with last night when he wrecked our only car. I had
to hitch-hike here." By then, her drink had arrived,
and Ralph and Micky watched as she hoisted it to her kewpie-doll
mouth.
"Drink-up! Yes, drink-up!" Ralph was mentally
urging the ballooning, little female. Her orbital ass
globes, complimented by a sexy bulge of her tummy, was so
spheroid that her bottom half could have been sketched
with a globe attached to a narrower, but widening, cylinder
for the waist and two other bowling-pin calendars for legs,
and between those legs was a cunt! A cunt whose urgings that
had led this earthy creature to this den of iniquity. A cunt
Ralph's mouth was watering to suck! What a sex-pot!
Ralph was particularly interested in the roundness of
her spheroid boobs. Her top was stretched so tight that
the globes of her breasts pushed up and out, so that as she
swallowed, the nipples seemed to grow. "Yes, little
one, drink plenty, " he mentally urged. Her top also
had a wide notch, enhancing the cleavage of her inner breasts
as flesh globes tried to ooze through the opening. Her height
had to be under five feet.
As Micky sat down, she automatically hoisted her Olympian
mammaries up to plop them on the bar surface so their fulsome
cones could span the bar from edge to edge and point like
fat missiles at the gaping bartender.
"What's for you, Buddy?"
"I'll have some seltzer, " Ralph said,
noticing that Micky was already lowering the level of her
first martini. He had been gazing so raptly at Porkchops
that he didn't even observe Micky's ordering
and being served.
Micky noticed Ralph looking, and, referring to Porkchops,
said, "Look, but don't touch."
Ralph stared back at her, amazed and said, "I thought
we came here to get some action."
"Action for me, Hon. We never said anything about
you. Aren't I enough action for you?" Micky had
barely managed to get her stretch-top on, and now her watermellon-sized
breasts were compressed against her chest but still overhanging
the bar by a foot. The bartender's mouth had literally
dropped open.
"That's not fair!"
"Sure that's fair. I can take anything you or
any man that comes in here can give me, but can you give me
everything I need to have?" Then, while the "logic"
of her reasoning rattled around in Ralph's mind, to
the bartender she demanded, "Bartender, 'nother
Martini to light my fire, please."
Looking back at Ralph, Micky, glowing already from the
alcohol, guessed, "You were thinking about sucking
that little bitch's cunt, weren't you?"
Before Ralph could register his amazement, she added,
"So was I."
Not to be outdone, Ralph countered, "I'll bet
that bitch's pussy's juicy!"
"She's gonna be juicier soon, the way she's
goin! That's when I'd really like to suck her out!"
Ralph had no idea his wife-to-be lusted after women, but,
instead of being threatened by it, this aroused him even
more. He was also excited by the prurient desire to do exactly
as Micky had, herself, stated: suck Porkchop's cunt
out after the little slut had gotten fucked, or maybe even
while she was getting balled!
With that in mind, Ralph looked from Micky's humongous
breasts over to the tight, but relatively large globes
the little sex-bomb sported in the vee-notch her tight
top featured.
Micky also had a plunging neck-line, and Ralph had remarked
as they left for their stud hunt that she could've hid
a skateboard in that convergence. The barrel-shaped origins
of her breasts were so fleshly compressed together under
her stretch-top that they remained rounded on the curved
upper surfaces but flattened together on the insides,
forcing all the inner breast flesh to be in intimate contact
and to want to crawl up through the opening on top.
Micky's arm was also a little pudgy as she lifted it
to drink, and Ralph admired the motion of her bust line as
she swallowed. It wasn't until she tilted her glass
up to swallow more alcohol that the full bulk of her breasts
showed, causing the bartender's mouth to drop even
further in lust.
"Bartender, 'nother Martini!"
"Wow, Lady! You can sure put 'em away."
"That's not the only thing I can swallow!"
Micky's breasts extended far out across the entire
surface of the bar. With each lift of her elbow, the bottoms
of her mammaries rose enough to show the outline of excitedly
swollen nipples. Ralph knew that this would get the men
for his wife-to-be. This was the first time he saw Micky
as other men might see her, that is other men who were sure
to succeed, and he wanted them to succeed.
He loved what had happened with Mike the night before. Micky
was still rational, but each drink was changing her into
the soon-to-be naked, slavering animal he had grown to
know and love in the early hours of the morning.
Alcohol was now in her. She was on the way to becoming maniacal,
and there was now no stopping her now!
Last night, besides his cock, it was only one other man,
Mike. Tonight, it was to be as many men as they could possibly
find. Since they couldn't bring any back to their little
attic apartment, he would get them all to chip in for a motel
room. Or maybe two motel rooms!
"So, your husband has a girlfriend, hah? And how about
you? Have you got a boyfriend?" the nearest hunter
leeringly asked Porkchops. She didn't answer immediately,
because she had been pouring a Manhattan into her sensual,
little mouth. This was the second strong drink introduced
into her rounded, short body already.
"Look at that little cunt!" Micky slurred,
the booze already taking effect. "Wouldn't
you love to have her fat little legs crushin your ears while
you sucked that little tramp's pussy, but it's
gonna be my thighs makin your ears ring tonight, mutherfucker!"
Aaahh, that's sounding like Micky's on the way
now. Drink more--you're on the way--on the way.
Ralph loved to hear his fianc talk like that and now began
to fantasize about having both females.
Micky was already finishing her fourth drink, and the bartender,
standing ready with the bottle to give Micky a refill, gaped
every time her breasts rose with her guzzling.
"Not right now, " came Porchops' childish
voice. "But I'm lookin for a boyfrien, an takin
applications to fill my opening. Anybody wants to be my
boyfriend has to have a good, long resume, an it wouldn't
hurt if it was a thick resume. So who's interested?"
With that, she signalled the bartender for yet another
cocktail.
"A long and thick resume for a little girl like you?"
one of the studs leered.
"I got a big in-basket, " she quipped, showing
that part of her mind was still working. Then she ran her
tongue around her lips in the time-honored gesture of friendliness
adding in a turned-on voice, "An I got more than one
openin to fill."
As soon as the bartender had poured Porkchop's drink,
Micky's lovely, bare arm was extended toward the bartender,
empty glass in hand. As he poured, the bartender noticed
that Porkchop's swallowing from her glass also showed
her spherical breasts to good advantage. Still trying
to glance at Porkchops's figure he had to stop just
in time to prevent the gin from overflowing over the top
of the glass onto Micky's plush fingers.
"Maybe the first resume can be thin, but not the rest,
glug. Lemme have a quick look at your resumes!"
"Oh my God!" Ralph marveled silently. "What
a whore! Oh God, I'd love to suck and fuck that bitch!
Those lucky guys!"
"You mean, here in the bar?" the hunter and would-be
lover responded to the horny bantam-sized girl.
"Why not? A lot goes on in this bar. I happen to know.
You don't have to take it all the way out. Juss unbutton
your chinos a bit, an I'll tell you what your chances
are. You first. I can see the outline of your resume through
your britches."
"I'd love to see the outline of her cunt, "
Ralph added mentally.
"I think you guys might have what it takes to make me
happy, " the pudgy woman-child gasped excitedly.
Three more men walked in, also decked out in hunting gear
and sat part way around the curved bar so they had a view of
both women, and the women, in turn had a view of them.
"Where am I gonna 'interview'you guys,
Porkchops said, simultaneously making brazen eye contact
with the three new arrivals.
"We got an ATV, Porkchops, why don't you interview
us outside in our wagon?"
"That's got windows, right? And people can see
in windows, right? And, I'm a married lady, right?"
With that, she saucily rolled her brown, child-like eyes
upward as if to say, "What jerks!"
Then she, again, looked over at the other three to enlist
their agreement with her appraisal of her two companions.
"Me! I'm married, practically a newly-wed,
an I'm supposed to give two men interviews where people
can look in through the windows?" With a few drinks
in her, she was getting cute as a button. The three hunters
were beginning to get the feel of the situation, but weren't
quite sure yet.
"We can put hunting blankets up over the windows,
Porkchops. I think we got some duct tape in the back."
"Well, then, why don't you two would-be lovers
go out and check, and after you get it ready, get the blankets
up over the winnows, come back in, an maybe we can do somethin
about it if I haven't started interveiwin other men
for my openin, " she said pointedly staring at the
three men she meant, hoping they were getting the message.
They finally were.
"By the way, don' forget to tidy up, guys. I don't
want myself all bruised from havin rolls of duck an goose
tape unner my ass while I'm checkin you guys out."
Thanks to three strong drinks, Porkchops was now quite
tipsy. It was noticeable how the little woman had suddenly
phased into semi-drunkenness. Without realizing it,
she had begun to massage one of her nipples. She was hot!
Hot! Hot! Hot!
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