More grapes for Mandy.

You start thinking about how the hell to get out from under the table with Mandy sitting next to Ellen, but another pair of legs soon gets your attention as it approaches the table.

“Hey, darlin’,” a voice says. It sounds like the redheaded waitress from before, but it’s hard to tell. You didn’t get a good look at her legs before, but now it’s all you get to see. They look like they’re sculpted from bronze; the tan and shape that can only come from an entire summer of hiking and swimming, with maybe some biking thrown in for good measure. Her sandals are tight on her feet, providing the only obstruction of the view from her scarlet toenails to just above her knees where the table cuts her off.

“Hey Jenn,” you hear Ellen say as she spreads her legs, letting her snatch glisten in the light streaming in from the windows around the booth.

“Where’d your friend go?” the waitress’s voice asked politely. “Just wanted to know if you’ll need more coffee to go with those grapes.” You get the feeling that a knowing look was passed between the girls and you feel your dick jump in your pants, straining against the denim of the jeans.

“Oh, he’ll be coming soon, I’d imagine,” Ellen said. You’ve had about enough of the conversation and you decide to start messing with Ellen. “Said he had to take care of so….ooooohmthing,” Ellen said as your hand slid into her clenching cunt.

“Are you sure your okay, sis?” Mandy asked as you started flexing your fingers into a fist inside your high school friend. Her body shook like she was nodding, but you couldn’t see. Movement out of the corner of your eyes made your head turn, tearing the view away from the stretched, plump pussy lips devouring your wrist. Mandy started sliding out of the booth, her legs spreading wide enough for you to read what her panties said: “Sorry boys, I eat Pussy.” Thoughts of Mandy sucking her sister’s clit while you fucked her from behind leapt into your mind and you realized how close Ellen was; you might just be cumming soon.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Yeah well, whatever. I’ll be right back, I gotta use the little girls’ room,” Mandy said and left the table, giving you an excellent view of her slit as her panties clung to every curve of her sex. No sooner than she had gotten up to leave than the redhead sat down and took her place.

“So I know he’s been looking for your bread for some time,” the waitress said to Ellen, but said it just loud enough for you to hear. “Has he found it yet?” she continued as you saw long fingers with the same scarlet as the waitress’ toenails pulled Ellen’s towel aside. She had an unobstructed view of your hand, now in past your wrist, as it twisted and turned in Ellen’s stretched twat.

“I’d say so!” Ellen panted breathlessly.

“Mmm, so would I,” the waitress purred. She opened her legs, her short clingy mini-skirt sliding up her thighs effortlessly, exposing her thickly furred, but nicely trimmed pussy. The thick thatch of flame red pubes matched her hair perfectly. “Maybe I should drop my bread…”

You didn’t need a better invitation than that and your right hand quickly joined the motions of your left. It almost didn’t surprise you that three fingers sliding into her dripping pink sex just felt like 2 too few. After burying your hand to the knuckles on the first stroke, again with four fingers on the second stroke, and your whole hand on the fifth, both girls were squirming and bucking on your fists as you started fucking them rhythmically. Manicured fingers found clits and they started fingering each other, trying like hell to not start moaning, let alone screaming like they wanted to.

“Oh shit!” Ellen almost cried and a fresh gush of her cum coated your arm in a thick burst, your skin glistening up to your elbow. The redhead wasn’t far behind and her thighs clamped shut as her pussy almost crushed your fist. You felt knuckles crunch against each other as her velvet vice contracted in orgasm.

“Oh wow!” the waitress said, not letting your hand go.

“No fucking kidding. What are you doing later, Jenn?” Ellen asked, still getting her sodden fuck hole fisted.

“Mmmm, I seem to have an open schedule, love,” she said, her voice distant and dreamy. Ellen giggled.

“Hey, before she comes back, Mandy wanted more grapes.” Both girls giggled and four handfuls of seedless grapes appeared under the table near two stretched and drenched twats. You pull your hands out until just your finger tips are in, forming a funnel and holding the two love nests wide open. Both girls giggled some more and jumped a little as the cold fruit started rolling inside them. You give them a helping hand with the last 10 or so of the little grapes and push them in until neither girl can hold more.

A bowl found its way down to you and you held your hand over Jenn’s pussy, massaging her clit as you hold her shut, while your tongue find’s Ellen’s abused snatch and you start licking her clit as you put the bowl between her thighs. Your tongue flicks her clit and the grapes push out of her, just as before, but with a healthier coating of her fuck juices this time. After the last grape is pushed out, you do the same to the redhead, your hand stroking your cock through your pants as you taste her pussy. It’s different than Ellen’s; sweeter. You could suck the juice from Jenn’s tight cunt all day. Grapes roll out of her as you feel her pussy contract and the fruit splashes into the bowl next to Ellen’s cum soaked grapes. Finally, both girls are empty and you’re astonished that the salad bowl is completely heaped in honeyed grapes.

“Hope she’s hungry,” you say and hand the bowl back up.

Your fist slides back into Ellen’s cunt with a wet slurch and your tongue finds the redhead’s dripping hole and starts mining for pussy juice. Both girls let out a satisfied moan just as you hear Mandy’s voice chime up.

“All right girls, what’s going on?”