The big cigar in her cunt exploded first, flooding her with its juices. As his cock softened and threatened to slip out of her pussy, Mr. Harrison lowered her gently to her knees. She did not let go of Mr. Messner's hips, holding his lollipop between her lips and relishing the way it thrust incessantly into her throat. The zipper of his fly dug into her cheek as she strained to swallow the entire length of his cock into her tightly constricted throat, but the little bit of pain only added to her pleasure. Finally he too could hold out no longer and Susie found herself eagerly swallowing gob after gob of sweet lollipop juice.

When she had drained every drop from Mr. Messner's lollipop, Susie, as usual, turned to Mr. Harrison's limp cigar and took it into her mouth to lick clean of their mingled juices. She was still cradling it lovingly between her lips when Pop came hurrying back.

"You've started without me! That's not fair! But isn't Susie a lovely little girl?"

"Christ! What a cunt! And what a mouth!" grunted Mr.

Harrison as Susie finished licking up the drops of come that clung to the hairs of his balls. "Oh my goodness! I've ver felt anything like it," said Mr. Messner, watching in hypnotic fascination as the mouth that had just sucked him off worked over his colleague's limp prick. At last Susie let go of the salesman's cigar and looked over impatiently at Pop.

"I just couldn't wait, Pop. I didn't mean to forget you. How could I? Hurry and get undressed and let's do it like we did on Monday. I ate Mr. Messner's lollipop and had Mr. Harrison's cigar in me. Now I want Pop's popsicle!"

Even as she spoke the old store-keeper was quickly undressing until all he wore was an old and yellowed undershirt that barely covered his protruding belly, and certainly didn't conceal his protruding cock, a surprisingly sturdy tool.