Dinner for Two.

She leads, and you willingly follow her swaying ass when you back out of the dorms. She told you to keep quiet while you were in there, especially since it was the weekend and there weren't supposed to be boys in the building. When she was talking to you, your eyes couldn't help but drift to her tits and the poor, thin, stretched t-shirt, and while she was walking, you couldn't help but admire all the cuts, slashes, holes, and worn-through patches on her faded jeans.

"I can't believe you still have those things," you comment as you two cross campus.

"Well, I hold onto them for occasions such as this," Ellen replies, a little out of breath. "Besides, it's almost like having a tongue on my clit the way these things dig in. See?" she said and spun around in mid-step, raising a leg high and letting you see that her lips had completely devoured the stretch of frayed hem. You feel your tongue lick your lips and your over-used prick twitches as blood begins to return to it.

"Oh yeah," you say. Ellen giggles and moves on, her delicious ass leading you on.

"So where are we going?"

"A little place called Sunny's," Ellen replies. "Their lemonade is amazing, sandwiches are top-notch, and the help is out of this world," she said, almost purring out the last part. Your eye brow cocked and you smiled, imagining what she was meaning. You rounded the next corner making small talk with Ellen and you saw the sign for Sunny's. Another minute, and you were in the door.

The place was dead this afternoon, and it was like something out of the 70's. Lava lamps graced the tables, an old jukebox playing 45s was softly playing Elvis in the corner, the soda fountain was chrome, and the floors and chairs were all wood. You suspect the tables may have been, too, but they all had long, checkered table cloths on them.

Two women were behind the counter, chit chatting. One was older, probably in her early 50's; wearing a tie-died shirt, a long thick braid kept her silver hair back, and she had a decent chest, but nothing like what you've sampled today so far. Her skin was copper, showing years of being in the sun, but it didn't seem to be leather, so she obviously took care of herself. The other girl was straw-blonde, making a nice contrast to Ellen's platinum blonde, wearing a similar tie-died shirt as the other woman. She was facing the restaurant, leaning heavily on the counter top and sipping a malt while talking with the other woman. The effect was that her much fuller chest was straining hard against her shirt, her nipples trying to break free in the conditioned air of the shop. She had a delightful laugh, which you heard as the dinger on the front door sounded, her chest jiggling deliciously with her movement.

The sound of the door draws the attention of both workers and they both smile.

"Hey Elle," they both say at the same time. The blonde waves, making her tits jiggle back and forth, a movement that you suspect Ellen could not take her eyes off, either. "Who's the dish?" the older woman asked, giving you a good, slow once-over.

"Down, Sunny," she said with a giggle. "He's all mine. This is Scott, we went to high school together and he's visiting for the weekend."

"Pleased to see you, Scott," Sunny said with a seductive smile. "I don't doubt that our Elle has given you the official Widely welcome?" Your eyebrows raise and you look over at Ellen. Ellen has a broad smile on her face and she shakes her head.

"You two are incorrigible," she said almost starting to blush.

"The Official Widely Welcome?" you say as Ellen finds a booth. She sits facing you, letting your eyes drink in her still-soaked cunt as it tries to swallow the jeans. The blonde's gaze is locked on the same target and the show seems to be as much for her as it is for you. The matron's eyes are locked on your crotch as your rod starts to harden again at the prospect of what this welcome could be.

"Well, the first thing you do for the unofficial, official Widely Welcome is you get a blow job," Sunny said, licking her lips. "Then a fuck."

"Well, I guess I haven't gotten the official welcome then," you say, looking at Ellen. She shifted in her seat and the tip of her pink tongue flicked out along her lips.

"Ellen, what's wrong with you, dear?" Sunny asked, shifting in her stance and parting her thighs. Standing like she was the space between her thighs had to have been three-fingers wide and the swell of her mound was clearly visible as it pressed back against the old hippie's jeans. Ellen shrugged her response and looked over to the other server who had been watching and listening with apparent interest; her thick nipples were diamond on her full tits.

"He's hung like a mule, I might need a little help with this one," Ellen said sheepishly. Now it was your turn to blush as your cock tried to rip a hole in the leg of your jeans.

"Oh honey," Sunny said, walking away and putting some sway in her ass. She grabbed the "We're Open!" sign and turned it to "Sorry, We're closed." She hit the lights and only the soft glow from the kitchen lights filtered into the dining area. "I've seen my daughters fingers pressing against your outside from your inside. Trust me, honey, you can handle whatever he's got," she said, throwing a wink to the girl behind the counter. She stopped pretending to clean and was watching intently.

"Come on, Elle," the other girl said. "Give him the welcome. Mom and I want to watch," she said.

"Janice...just watch? You sure you two don't want to..." she started and stood up, propping a leg up on the table and exposing her pussy as her nether lips eagerly and wetly munched on the thin strip of ragged cloth holding her jeans together. "Get more comfortable?" she said and pulled her shirt over her head, her tits bouncing free as three pair of eyes followed her nipples as they bobbed to a rest.

"How about it, Mom?" Janice said, turning to Sunny. The question was rhetorical; she was already pulling her shirt up over he head exposing her massive melons and generous nipples and aerolea capping the luscious mounds.

"Get your cunt over here and help me 'watch' our dear Elle welcome Scott to Widely," Sunny said to her daughter, pointing to her mouth as she commanded her daughter's actions. Janice hopped up on the counter, swinging her legs wide, revealing that her pants had already hit the floor and her mousy brown muff was shaved completely from around her lips, leaving just a
thick, soft thatch of hair above her bald slit.

"What are you waiting for?" Ellen asked you as you realize you're still fully clothed. Your shirt and pants left your body faster than you've ever stripped before and your cock is an iron pillar as Ellen kneels in front of you.

"Mmmmm," she purred, rubbing your cock head against her cheeks. "That's more like it," she said and popped her mouth around your meat.