"Oh yes, Pop. They're really gone. But you don't have to believe me, these men will tell you, won't you Put your hands down here and tell Pop if I'm naked or not, please, sirs." With those words, Heather reached out and took one hand of each salesman. Mr. Messner was short enough that she could press his hand right against her pussy. She tugged impatiently on an astonished Harrison's arm until he bent down and she could press his fingers against her ass cheek. The small lollipop salesman, immediately began moving his fingers through her very sparse but silken pussy hair. He had never felt anything like it. But Harrison just let his hand rest on her ass cheek as if paralysed. Then he swore and set his cigar down on the counter, before moving his other hand to Heather's other ass cheek. "Yes, she is. She's naked. Oh my goodness, she's naked, MacIntosh" stammered Mr. Messner. Harrison said nothing at first. He simply squeezed Heather's ass in disbelief, then he burst out with "Christ! She is naked! I don't believe it!" "See I told you. No panties," laughed Heather, suddenly spinning away from the two men. "Well, I think I just might have some panties in the back that will fit you, but we'll have to try them on first." "O.K. Pop. But if they don't fit, maybe Mr. Harrison and Mr. Messner could just put their hands back there again. They felt so nice and warm." She suddenly burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. "Boy, but we'd sure look funny walking down the street." "I don't know about that, Heather, but I bet the guys would like it. Lets get into the back-room and try something on." "Christ yeah! Lead the way, MacIntosh! Come on, Messner! Don't just stand there looking stupid. This is prime pussy!" Pop led the way to his cluttered store-room, Heather followed him while the other two men followed her, trying to get their hands back onto her naked ass. She slowed to make it easier for them. "Oh, that's so nice. But I guess I'll have to get all undressed if I'm going to try the panties on, won't I Pop" "Yes, indeed, Heather. How else could we see if they fit But these two gentlemen will help you, won't you boys Help Heather get undressed" Suddenly Mr. Messner - Heather had begun to think of the two salesmen as the cigar man and the lollipop man - grabbed at the hem of her skirt and tried to pull it down. "Oh, golly yes! Here, let me help!" "You have to undo the zipper first, Mr. Messner. Mr Harrison, could you help me with my T-shirt please" While the lollipop man awkwardly tried to tug her skirt down over her hips, the cigar man let go of her ass and started to pull up her T-shirt. Heather held her hands in the air, but Harrison stopped pulling as soon as her T-shirt was covering her face. He was so fascinated by her young, but full-fleshed tits and their quivering nipples that he couldn't resist touching them, palming them. Meanwhile Messner had finally got her skirt down around her ankles and he was kneeling in front of her stroking her downy pussy hair. Heather sighed happily, thrust her breasts out against the cigar man's rough fingers and began to jerk her hips in response to the lollipop man's caresses. Pop was opening a package, and suddenly spoke up. "Here we are. These should fit. We'll just slip them on as soon as you finish undressing her." Harrison quickly let go of Heather's tits and finished pulling the T-shirt over her head, wanting to get his hands back on to her as soon as possible. "Christ, MacIntosh! Hurry it up. This is getting interesting. God! What a pair of tits for a kid!" But Pop MacIntosh was in no hurry; he knew how it all would end and he enjoyed watching these men's discomfort. He held up a tiny pair of pink bikini panties, just a fragile wisp of cloth. In fact they were identical to the ones Heather had left with Mr. Mascalla because they had come out of the same box just the day before. While the two salesmen watched impatiently Pop helped Heather step into them and pulled them up for her, letting his stubby hands slide appreciatively over her body as he did so. Heather's experienced eye could see movement beneath all the men's slacks. It was a good thing her inner itches had been so well scratched before she left school or she would have quickly lost patience with this game. But she knew that Pop enjoyed it, and she knew that she would not have long to wait before the game turned serious - and she was sure she would be the winner. So she relaxed and enjoyed the rough and awkward but familiar caresses Pop bestowed on her. The panties stretched and moulded themselves to her delicious roundness. The material cupped the slight swell of her Venus mound so closely that her quivering pussy lips could be clearly seen beneath the almost transparent cloth; it stretched over the curves of her ass like a second skin. As she turned in front of the admiring and lusting men, the bell over the front door tinkled its unwelcome message. Pop had to go to look after his customer, leaving Heather alone with the two very horny salesmen who were having a very hard time keeping their hands to themselves after the liberties they had been allowed earlier. "I don't think that these will do. They're much too big."...

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