Quantum Fuck 9> Supermarket storeroom
written by:
Chris-t6290

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As you'll no doubt have realised by now, Sandra Adams wasn't the only woman I knew, who's needed an uplift; a gentle nudge in the right direction. Someone or other had given me my unique ability and I saw no reason to let it go to waste.

I've known Heather Marshall since high school. Little miss scatterbrains is what she was referred to back then, but when it came to higher education and college, she blossomed mentally and devoted her time to work.

You could say it was her love. Putting in many hours of overtime a week left little time for any sort of tryst, let alone something more stable. Compared with me and my adventures, anyway, Heather was a 23-year young virgin, though not in the biblical sense, as she had, to my knowledge, lost hers at a legal age. Not so, many other British women these days.

She didn't much talk about it, as would more indicate who she'd kinda like fancy, whenever we were out shopping together. Right mind and body for it, just the lack of impetus to go for it, was the way I saw it.

Anyway, on this occasion, mid-September it was, with the sun beating down on London town, we were out shopping on a Sunday.

Although I work uptown on Saturday, it's a bit too busy for us. All those sweaty bodies and elbows digging you as you queue at the cramped checkout. What gets me is, that in all the many years, it must be over a century, they're still sending staff to lunch at the busiest time of the day.

Thankfully, the store wasn't that busy, an indication that people had gone off to the coast to take advantage of the glorious sunshine. Even we were lightly dressed, both of us wearing short summer skirts, which showed quite a bit of thigh and attracted glances from the male shoppers, both single and those with their lady friends, not to mention the odd male member of staff. Our tops were loose and sleeveless with a scoop neck, no bra, and so there was plenty of cleavage on show, while our feet were cradled in a pair of comfortable espadrilles.

"He looks rather nice," Heather noticed.

"Who, which one?" I exclaimed, thinking she had seen someone I may like.

"Bob, the young manager. I could really go for him," she enthused.

"So what's stopping you, Heather," I rejoined, knowing full well we've been here before; not here this store, but other occasions and shops. You could say Heather's the ultimate window shopper, where men are concerned.

Since there weren't that many shoppers around, I decided to weave my magic, as it were, on, and for Heather. Making my excuse to use the supermarket's ladies room, I left Heather to dream about young Bob, knowing that, pretty soon she, we'll be doing something more positive than just thinking about it.

Soon in Heather's body, I picked up an item from a nearby shelf and slowly sauntered over to him. "Excuse me, Bob is it." To which he nodded yes and with a pleasant smile on his face - his fleeting attention going to her breasts before making proper eye contact with Heather.

"I was wondering, do you have any more of these in stock?" I asked, even though there were several more of the item on the shelf. Now comes the tricky part, will he go to the storeroom and see.

"I'll just check it for you..."

"Oh, Heather," I told him. In all the times I've done this, I've only ever said my own name the once.

"Okay, then, Heather, if you'll just follow me, I'll check for you," Bob informed me.

‘Em, Bob's a bit forward, wanting me to go with him,' I thought to myself. Must be the way we're dressed. Getting to the open portal, Bob told me to wait outside, and went off to the storeroom. If I'm going to make a move on him it will have to be inside, I concluded, and with no one else around, I quietly walked in the direction I observed Bob heading.

Arriving at a corridor to my right, I peered down it, only for Bob to exit a room and turn towards me. ‘Oops, think quick, Julie,' I said to myself. "What are you doing here, Heather?" he resolutely enquired. Seeing as there was a room nearby, I quickly decided to go for it.

"Well, Bob, it's kinda like this. There's more of this item on the shelf. I just wanted to get you alone, you handsome devil." And taking his free hand I backed him up against the wall next to the door and started to kiss him. Half expecting some resistance, Bob instead wrapped his other arm around me and pressed his lips further against mine, his tongue seeking out the slit of my lips, which I now willingly opened for him.

Worming it around my mouth, Bob gave me a foretaste of how he'll no doubt pleasure my pussy, with slow rhythmic darting motions that even then caused me to moan: "Emmn, emmn," as we continued to kiss.

Letting his hand go so that I could cradle his head and hold him to me, not wanting this to end, he somehow managed to open the door and move us, still in our embrace, inside the room and with me now against the wall. "Well, you're one hell of a surprise," I told him, when he finally let us come up for air.

Having let the cans of hairspray drop to the floor, Bob whisked me around and placed my hands on the wall, either side of my head, which I turned to the left. Moving against me and on my left, he leaned into me and again kissed me while, and with his right hand, he felt up under my top and caressed my right breast.

Sucking on my tongue as he did, I moaned: "Emngh," as he rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb.

"You'll make me cum if you keep doing that," I averred.

Taking my left hand from the wall while he continued to kiss and pleasure me, Bob placed it on his erection, which I fondly stroked. My effort soon caused him to moan followed by me, in response to feeling it grow a bit more along with him pulling and tweaking my erect nipple.

Leaving me holding his cock, Bob remarked: "You've been a very bad girl," as he released my swollen teat and slid his hand across Heather's butt.

"A very bad girl," I echoed, as Bob lifted the hem of my skirt up and tucked it in the waistband.

Edging my legs apart for what I knew was coming, Bob moved his left hand under the front of my skirt. He then, having moved the ‘V' of my panties to one side, worked the tips of his four fingers into me and then: Slap!

As his right hand made contact with my ass it caused me to jolt down on his fingers. Since I had my left hand firmly around his cock he knew not to be too affirmative with his hand gestures. Once he'd finished - eight smacks and two climaxes for me later - he removed his fingers, which were heavily coated with my shiny, glutinous cum, and directed them to my mouth for me to then suck on. No sooner had I licked them clean than Bob again kissed me.

Lowering my hands, Bob placed them level with my shoulders. He then pulled down my elasticated waistband skirt, all the while managing to leave my thong in place.

With my slightly glowing cheeks exposed, he then kissed and licked them while he slid his fingers in and around my pussy and worked his thumb into my anus. Such attention always brings to mind the line from Madonna's ‘Erotica': ‘Only the one that inflicts the pain can take it away'.

"Emm yes, Bob, fuck me with your fingers, please, make me, oh, oh, oh yes, emmn...cummm!" I lowly cried.

"Your ass is quite receptive, Heather," Bob intimated, and at no doubt getting his cock up inside it before long.

"Lift your top up, Heather," he then told me. And having done so, Bob, now half squatting, grabbed my hair, thereby causing my upper body to arch; whereupon, he motioned me towards the wall so that just my nipples were touching the stone surface.

Now fucking me with his hand, and all the way down to the arch of his thumb, my erect nipples grazed the surface, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Emn, emn, yes, oh God, yes!" I cried out, as another climax enraptured me.

Still with a hold of Heather's hair and having me maintain my passive position, Bob removed his fingers from my wet pussy and, one at a time, inserted two of them into my ass. ‘Fuck me. Who'd of thought that the young manager of our local supermarket was a kinky sod,' I remarked to myself.

Moments later, and as he pulled my hair more firmly, Bob directed me to lower myself. With my hands against the wall and his fingers inside me offering some support, I moved down, and soon felt the soft head of his cock nudge my now humid thighs.

"Emm," I moaned, as it slowly slid in; at which point, he released my locks.

With my knees almost in a near sitting position and bracing myself against the wall, I was able to casually move up and down on Bob's cock and fingers. ‘God, what I'd give for a dick in my ass right now.' Moments later, it was a case of being careful what you wish for, as the door swung open.

"Hello, Bob," one of the two male members of staff exclaimed at seeing us.

"Who's the salt, then?" enquired the other, suggesting I was some kinda' cheap tart or floosie.

"Shouldn't you be out in the store?" Bob rejoined, still working his fingers in my butt so diligently, and, ‘em,' ecstatically, while I continued to ride his lovely, long prong.

"Nice tits, miss, by the way," the other one remarked.

"It's not that busy," the first one intoned.

"So, what about it Bob, is your lady friend one for sharing? Give your hand a rest, or somewhere's else to pleasure her. And looking at her expression she's definitely being pleasured," he proffered; the pair of them rubbing their cleanly shaved chins as they watched their superior lay it to me/Heather.

"Get your dicks out, guys, and I'll see. In the meantime, is there anything that can be done to stop any more interruptions? Emm," I moaned, as Bob again fondled my left breast and removed his right hand from my butt.

"Clean that, first," I told him. And reaching into his trouser pocket, Bob took out a hanky and wiped his right hand. Although I'm all for sucking a guy's cock from my host's ass, Bob would no doubt be handling Heather's body some more.

Looking at the two assistants, quizzically, the cocky one said: "Sorry, I'm Darrel and this here is Steve."

"And the door?" I iterated.

"It doesn't lock, Heather," Bob informed me, "and anyway, any more staff back here would be a security risk," he concluded.

"Em, Heather," Darrel pondered, as if searching for the right superlative. "That's a pleasant name," he enthused, as he then directed his flaccid cock towards my mouth to suck while Steve moved closer and to my left so that I could stroke his equally lax phallus.

From behind me, Bob lifted me up and off his erection before lowering me back down and easing his cock into my open ass.

"Emngh," I moaned, as it continued inside, then back and in until it comfortably filled me up.

"You like it in the ass, then, Heather," Steve observed.

Having taken Darrel from my mouth with my right hand, I subsequently rejoined: "But(t) of course."

Moving him closer while lowering my head, I sucked on the glans of his stiffening manhood.

With them both fully and finally erect, I glanced around the room and noticed, as you would expect, that there was nothing furniture wise except shelves with surplus stock items on them. "Is there anywhere more comfortable we can go?" I asked them.

"There's a table and chair of sorts, here," Steve proffered. ‘Call me dense, but, I couldn't see it'.

Having taken themselves from me with Darrel having to personally disengage my lingering hand; he may be cocky in one sense, but he sure has a proud cock attached to his groin; they then helped me up from Bob.

"Ok, so where's the table, then?" I bemusedly enquired.

"Hold on a mo, Heather," Darrel exclaimed. And crouching in front of me, he slowly slid my moist panties down. Breathing in Heather's perfumed scent, he subsequently extolled: "Mm, you smell heavenly, Heather," then slightly chuckled at realizing the rhyme.

After I had taken my feet from them, during which, Bob had also removed my top, both he and Steve knelt down facing one another and linked their arms to form the frame of a table.

"I'm impressed, guys, but is it safe," I rejoined.

"Well, you're the table top as such," Steve intoned. "You need to put your arms over one of ours and then your legs over the others shoulder so that he can..."

"Lick my pussy, emm, ok then," I said, as confidently as I felt I could. And following Steve's instructions, I offered him my quim to munch on.

In all of the sex-citement, of this turning into being more than just Bob, I was slightly stuck as when to leave Heather's body. With Bob supporting me underneath, I was able to hold myself open for Steve, who managed to tongue fuck me to a nice climax.

Soon stood up, I exclaimed: "What about the chair?" And sitting down with their legs folded in front of them and facing one another, they again linked arms but in a cross ‘X' formation, and then had me sit on it with my forearms around their necks.

Kneeling down, Bob lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulders. "Emn, fuck," I intoned, with anticipation.

"Em, yes, Bob!" I exclaimed, as he now moved towards Heather's snatch.

"I haven't touched..." he started to say.

"Em, I know. So what's keeping you?" I teasingly rejoined.

And as he touched Heather's labia, my host's body spasmed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes," as he again made me climax.

Not giving up as my love juices permeated onto him, Bob ran his tongue tip, about a cm deep, up and down my slit several times before moving it onto the nub of my clit.

"Emmng, God, fuck yes, yes, yes!" I cried out, when he eased back the hood and flickered his tongue tip around it with dainty licks.

"Huh, huh, huh," I gasped, as Bob's actions stimulated another climax. And when he inserted the fingers of his right hand into my sodden quim and massaged it, I exploded!

"Oh my, God, emmng, yes, oh my fucking GOD! HUH, Huh, huh," I gasped, with deeper breaths.

"I want your cock in me, Bob, I want all of your cocks in me," I proclaimed, between still lowly panting.

Lifting himself up, Bob edged forward and speared my cunt with his masterful cock. "Oh fuck, yes, like that, Bob," I impelled him, as he cleaved his dick into me over and over again.

"Fuck me, fuck ME!" I encouraged him, as I felt yet another climax well up inside me.

Moving his head forward, Darrel smothered my mouth to stifle my cries. "Emmf, fumk," I vociferated, all the same.

"Hey, Bob, let one of us have a go," Steve exclaimed; he had, after all, along with Darrel, been quite supportive of Heather's sexually charged body.

"Okay, then. I've got an idea, anyway," he proclaimed, intimating something, whereby they could all get at, or more to the point, in me.

Going behind one of the shelving units while I got up and then helped Steve and Darrel up, Bob returned with a metal ladder, which he and Steve then opened.

Not sure what he had in mind, I nonetheless enquired: "Is that going to be safe, like?"

In response, Bob placed his hand on the far side and his foot on the bottom rung and said: "It's okay, Heather, only one of us, and you, of course, are going to be on it." And after going up a few more steps, so that his butt was level with my head, Bob turned around and said: "There you go, guys. Oh, and it might be better for you, Heather, if you put your left foot on the bottom rung and your hands on the sides."

Moving behind me, my butt sticking out and somewhat up, Darrel remarked: "Em, look at that lovely ass, all open and inviting." And as my body trembled with the anticipation of being ass reamed, I shook the ladder.

"Em, fuck me, please, Darrel," I appealed, looking over my shoulder.

Having directed me back and around towards him, Bob moved my head closer to his cock, which glistened from my pussy juices.

"Emmngh," I sighed, as they both possessed me; Bob in my mouth and Darrel my butt. And as I bobbed my head (no pun intended), up and down on his cock, Darrel slowly fucked my ass with rhythmic aplomb.

"Emmf, emmf, I murmured. Then: "Yes!" When Bob presently released me.

"Em, fuck me, Darrel, pound your lovely cook into my ass for me," I encouraged him.

Moments later, and having returned Bob's cock stick to the warmth of my mouth, Steve poked his head through one of the gaps in the rungs and licked my moist and weeping pussy.

"Emmng, emmng," I moderately yelled, as all three men pleasured Heather's sex holes. It goes without saying that, I was soon gushing again, and all over Steve.

"All three of you, I want you all in me," I told them, before returning to sucking on Bob.

Now stood up, Steve, bless him, poked his stout erection through the gap where he just had his head, but alas, I was too far back from it. "Come around the front, Steve," Bob suggested. And with that, Steve moved to the side of the ladder where my foot was on the rung.

Moving it away and myself back, I lowly moaned: "Emmn," as I impaled my butt on Darrel's dick.

Stood in front of me and with his head and shoulders away from Bob, I fed Steve's meat stick into Heather's wet pussy, and left Darrel to move me back and forth on his cock, naturally.

"Emm, that's most definitely it. Now, fuck the shit out of me," I enjoined them, before I swallowed Bob's monster.

"Emmng, emmng, emmng," I mumbled, as they rode: my cunt, ass and mouth, with their lovely hard cocks. Making me cum a few more times before they presently changed over. Suffice it to say, I was left breathlessly panting as they did so. You try moving three guys around a set of steps, it's not easy, let me tell you.

After several more minutes, and with Bob now back in Heather's ass and pull, pinching her tits, he glanced at his watch and then uttered: "Wow, we better get back before the others wonder where we are. It's been great, Heather, and all, but...!" he intoned, intimating finishing up.

"That's okay," I selflessly rejoined, then got each of them, one at a time, to fuck me from behind until they came, either in my pussy or in my ass - Bob going last so that he could somewhat escort me from the stores restricted area.

As I quickly headed back to the toilets, I still had no idea what was going to happen. Having, as Heather, occupied the cubicle next to my resting body, I zapped back into it.

Moments later there was a shriek from next door. Knocking on the door of the cubicle, I asked Heather if she was okay.

"What am I doing in here, Julie?" she exclaimed.

"That's a bit obvious, isn't it," I replied. "Anyway, Heather, open the door," I told her. And as she slowly slid back the bolt, it dawned on her that she must have locked it in the first place.

‘Whew! That was close,' I realised to myself, as we left the toilets and then made our way through the store.

Passing Bob on the way out, he said: "Goodbye, Heather, come back anytime, and invite your friend as well, alright."

"Looks like you made an impression on him," I exclaimed, as we left the store. Although we'd forgotten what we came out for in the first place, we were nonetheless ‘satisfied' customers all the same.

Authors note: For those of you who missed episode 1: ‘the Building site', like a certain TV series, Julie has the ability to enter, and take over, the bodies of other women, in particular conservative ones who are somewhat out of touch with, or of, their female sexuality.