Her pussy was still dripping with Don's juices, for he'd done it to her that morning before their safari left on the day's expedition.
Cheryl felt such a thrill, knowing that they would encounter the leopards that day, and when she first spotted one, she couldn't believe it.
The animal looked so fierce, and yet, that animal magnetism was what turned her on in the first place. It seemed almost as if it was stalking her, its eyes blazing into hers, its body moving stealthily.
All she wanted was to rub her flesh against the beast's fur. She could see the movement of the fur, and knew that the leopard would be so warm. Its breathing, while she'd be rubbing her body over it, was making her juices flow even more.
Suddenly, the animal lunged at her, but there was a shot. The group leader was aiming his rifle, and the beast fell to the ground, knocked out by the tranquilizer that the man had used.
Cheryl jumped down that second, pressing her body against the still living leopard. As she inhaled deeply, she could smell the scent of leopard, and as she rubbed herself against the fur, it was like a fantasy come true
CHAPTER ONE
The light was shining in on her face, just a trace of light through the flap of the tent. Cheryl had never been able to sleep once the light of day burst onto her face, which was why she'd always wear a face mask, as well as keeping her shades down and curtains folded. That always made things dark, no matter what time of day.
As she felt the sun, she rolled over, silently cursing under her breath.
"Who the fuck let the light in?" she moaned, and sat up.
She almost ripped her way out of the double sleeping bag, almost forgetting that she was in one. When she saw the open tent flap, and all the lush greenery outside, it all started to come back to her.
She had one more thought of sleep, as all beautiful women who think they need so many hours a day might do, but knew it was impossible. Perhaps, Cheryl reasoned, if I close the flap, it will block the light.
But she knew it wouldn't happen. Besides, once she was up, she was up
Cheryl looked over then to see what else was up, and she had to smile. Don was in the sleeping bag next to her, and she could tell that he, like always, was up this morning. She slid the zipper down on his side, then pushed the sleeping bag down a little bit and moved her hand to his cock shaft.
"Mmmmm," he started to moan, as he felt the hand.
Cheryl leaned over, her long blonde hair falling onto his face, on his nose and mouth mainly. It was something he could usually enjoy, but this morning, as he was still trying to sleep, he found it more annoying than anything else.
She started to slide her hand up and down his body, through the dark black fur on his chest, through the different feeling hair of his pubic patch, down his thighs and then lower down his legs, and back up to his balls.
She squeezed them playfully, and he was up now.
"Oh, baby, suck that dick into your mouth," he moaned, keeping his eyes closed.
"No, Don. You have to get up. We have to get up."
"It's up already, baby. Just do something to make it go down."
He felt her moving her nail to his cock head, and she started to dig the nail into the slit of his cock, playfully at first, then harder. She never did it hard enough to make him strike back, as she was playing.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, she was licking her lips. He thought she looked hot in the morning, without her make-up on. No, wicked was a better word. Her hair was tousled, and he could see her bare shoulders and breasts.
He slid his hand to one of her nipples, while she was still applying nail pressure to his cock slit, and as he plucked at her red dart, he started to squeeze it. He gave her a look, as if to let her know that if she went further, so would he.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside. Some kind of jungle bird that she'd never heard before. She turned her head quickly, her hair slapping him in the face, and looked outside, seeing nothing but the plush greenery still.
"We should get going," Cheryl said to him. "They said safaris start early."
"I know that, darling. But don't you think they'd come to wake us?"
"And what if they do?" she said. "I would be so embarrassed if they saw me doing you. Don, you know I'm not an exhibitionist."
He sat up and leaned over, then pulled the flap of the tent shut. There was a zipper on the inside, and as he did it, Cheryl saw that her intuition had been right. Even with the flap shut, there was too much light.
God, where was your sleep mask when you really need it?
With the zipper pulled closed, Don knew he had the advantage. As he had sat up, the sleeping bag flap had been pushed open more, and he moved his hand down his girl's soft white belly, through her luscious blonde patch.
His palm pressed against her soft blonde fur, while his fingers slid up and down her red' pussy lips. She started to spread her legs a bit, though she still seemed to protest when it came to talking.
"Don, I don't want to be late, darling. I don't want to miss it."
"Cheryl, we paid a thousand bucks to get down here and do this shit. They're not going to go off without us. Believe me."
And as he moved his lips to hers to kiss her, she decided to do it for him. After all, it could avoid another fight about this trip.
They had been going together now for a number of years, and it was Don's idea to go away on vacation together. It was his idea to rent a house somewhere on a beach where they could just be alone with the sun and surf. He had told her how much he would love to fuck her in the morning, then go out and lie on the beach, take lunch in their beach house, where they'd fuck again, then go get afternoon sun, and so on.
She'd sat there rubbing his hard-on, listening to his talking, but then she started to shake her head no, firmly.
"I've always wanted to go on an African safari," she said.
"Christ, Cheryl, I can't imagine anything more dull. There's no sun, Or if there is you really can't lay out in it and expose your whole body. If you do something like that, you'll get a tse-tse fly bite."
"There's no such thing," she'd said. "Besides, if we don't go, then you'll get a Cheryl Holland bite, right on your dick."
Jokingly, almost in the same way she had just done the thing with her nail to his cock slit, she had moved her mouth down around his cock head, and started to grind her teeth against the rim of the head. Then, she had closed her teeth a little bit more, until she was biting into him some.
Of course, she had not gone all the way. He started to shake his head, then started to tell her that they'd do it.
"I don't know why. I've fantasized about a beach number with you since the day that I met you, baby. But if you want to do a safari number, then I'll do it."
So, she felt that she owed him a hell of a lot now, in the tent. After all, he'd not only given up his fantasy for her, but he was paying for hers. And she did think he was one of the hottest men she'd ever met, though whenever he would start to talk marriage, she tried to change the subject.
Why fuck up a good relationship? That was the way she thought about it.
He kissed her and pushed her down flat on the ground, the sleeping bag under her. He rolled on top of her then, and she could feel him rubbing his cock between her legs. His strong hairy chest crushed her breasts, but she loved it.
Cheryl was thinking that the heat she felt from him was, this time, hotter than ever before. Her body was already sweating like crazy.
Then she knew it was because of the temperature here in Africa. It was so hot during the day, and the heat started to rise the moment that the sun did. Don was adding to that heat, because she knew the difference between just plain sweating, and sweating because of the building sexual fire.
Slowly, he started to slide his way up her body, still kissing her for as long as he could keep his lips pressed against hers.
Eventually, as his ass moved up toward her tits, he had to pull his mouth away and when Cheryl raised her head, his hard cock was right before her eyes. She loved his dick more than any she'd ever been with.
It was perfect looking, for one thing, and it was just the right size with her. She'd come across some that were too big to take in, others that were too little to make her feel anything once in, and then Don's.
The perfect size, for both fucking and sucking.
As she started to take the head between her lips, she flicked her tongue against the slit and licked away the first few drops of his pre-come. Then she started to slide her mouth down his cock shaft, aided, of course, by his hand and his manipulation of his own body.
For his hand held the back of her head, and he started to lift himself up so he could push his cock deeper into her mouth. Soon, his balls were pressing against her lower lip and chin, and she was inhaling the strong odor of his thick black pubic patch.
Don started to thrust in and out of her mouth, and Cheryl closed her eyes. She loved the way his dick tasted, loved it when he thrust this way. His cock head did penetrate her throat, but her desire for it was so great, there was no inconvenience.
He slid one hand behind his body, and started to rub her cunt lips again. She spread her legs even wider, lifting her knees a little bit, placing her feet flat on the sleeping bag beneath her. She started to thrust her pussy up and down against his deep probing fingers, and soon, the finger clit contact was just right.
As he felt her starting to throb, her pussy began to spasm, and he worked her clit even faster so that her juices flowed hard.
He could feel his own dick starting to throb in her mouth a little bit, and when he looked down and saw her light blue eyes staring up at him, he had to smile. She looked so fucking beautiful, with or without his dick in her mouth. But when it was in, and he could usually just see her upper lip around his cock shaft, it was a real turn-on.
Even more so when she was looking at him with those adoring eyes.
He started to thrust in and out of her mouth faster, and there was absolutely no doubt in Cheryl's mind that he was heading toward a powerful orgasm. He started to pulse, and he moaned loud as she came harder.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna come any second," he started to tell her, and he pulled his dick back so that his cream was shooting onto her tongue.
She started to flick her tongue against his cock head, not only because she knew it turned him on so much, that part being so fucking sensitive during orgasm, but even more so, because of the way she loved the taste of his come.
She wanted to savor every last drop of his cream, and get the full taste from her taste buds. She knew, too, that by holding the come in her mouth, she would make a nice warm, wet environment for his cock to visit a while longer, and Cheryl just loved it when she had him by the cock and balls.
She kept his dick in her mouth for a couple of more minutes, and though he lost some blood in his erect shaft, he never went fully limp.
As she felt him starting to slide his way down her body then, she could feel his dick pressing first against her tits, then her belly, and then her cunt. He lifted his groin up and aimed his semi-erect shaft at her pussy lips.
"Come on, Don," she moaned. "You said just a suck job."
"They'll call us when they're ready to go," he said to her. "We're not going to miss the hunt. Believe me. We paid enough for it."
He rubbed his cock against her cunt lips, and she knew how much she wanted him. But she knew, too, that if she missed the safari this day, she would be furious with him. Because this was the day when the leader of the group said that they were going to be looking for them. The last two days, she hadn't even seen one.
She'd seen lions and tigers. Giraffes. Other animals whose names she couldn't even remember, but they looked so big and strange.
And today, they were supposed to look for the leopard
The Leopard! It would not be the first time she had ever seen one, but it would definitely be the first time she'd ever seen one free, in its own environment.
She loved to go to the zoo and stand outside the leopard cages, watching the animal stalk its way back and forth. She could feel the excitement even then, seeing them caged. But part of the exciting feeling she got from leopards came from their freedom, and their desire to stay free, and that part could never be felt seeing the animal locked behind bars, and sometimes even looking drugged.
She closed her eyes tighter as Don slid into her.
His cock rubbed right over her clit, and she could feel the pleasure waves continuing to rise inside of her. He started to thrust back and forth, not pulling too far back yet, because his cock was not fully hard again, and he didn't want to run the risk of falling out of her. It would be all right to fall out once his full erection was back because then it was easier to get right in.
But now, he wanted to stay in, wanted the workings of her pussy to thrill him enough to get the blood rushing back in.
Besides, Don knew how much Cheryl loved it when his cock started to get erect inside of her pussy. She had told him many times that when she felt the shaft filling, and knew that it would be staying hard until he shot, it was a wonderful feeling.
He moved his lips to her neck as he kept himself in her, kissed her softly, then started to lick her ear.
She thrust up against him, feeling the warm heat rushing, rushing through her entire body, making her head swirl with waves.
"Oh, Cheryl, you are so fucking hot. When are you going to marry me and be mine?"
"Don, must you break up this fantastic happening with talk of that?"
"Come on, baby. You know how right we are for each other."
"I know. And it's fun living at your place. But it's also fun having my own place to go back to when I want to get away."
"During the last three months you've hardly even been to your place."
"Because you're keeping me happy. Sometimes you fuck up and I feel like leaving, but I end up staying. But one day when I want to leave, just for a night or two, I know that L have my own place to go back to, and love knowing it and having it."
"You hot little bitch," he said, and she smiled, then kissed him.
She knew he wasn't really being serious when he called her that, with the tone of voice he had used. He would always call her a hot little bitch when she would not agree to do something that he wanted to do.
And they'd gone through it so many times. She knew he always picked a point when she was rather vulnerable, even if the vulnerability came with the arrival of her sexual desires. An increase of passion could easily weaken her. But she never gave in, nor did she think she would. The relationship was too good this way. Besides, Don didn't know everything about her, like he thought he did.
One of the major things that he didn't know about her, Cheryl was aware of, was how much she loved the leopard. How she could go and stand at the zoo and sometimes feel actual pleasure waves. At all times, her pussy would be getting wetter, watching the lovely animal, but sometimes, the wetness went further and her cunt would start to spasm mildly, in an orgasmic kind of way.
He would think she was crazy, she knew, so she never told him.
When she felt his dick starting to fill with blood, she loved it. Before it happened, she was making her pussy muscles work around him, just to keep a tight grip on him, and she continued to make them work around him, so that as he was getting stiffer, she could feel him spreading her wider.
"Oh Don, it feels so fantastic," she started to moan, and she slid her hand up and down his sweaty back, all the way down to the curve of his ass.
"You feel so fantastic," he said to her, and he kissed her harder on the lips, then began a series of steady pleasure thrusts.
The pleasure was, definitely, for the both of them. Neither one was feeling anything more than the other, and they'd discussed it many times.
Their senses were raised, and as their bodies rubbed together, it just added to the contact being made at their groins. Of course, that was the best contact, and each time he thrust in, she could feel his heavy hanging balls whacking against her ass.
He knew that she had to love it, because following each sound of balls against ass flesh, was a nice pleasure moan from her.
She managed to move one foot near his ass, and was rubbing the sweat of his taut buttocks between her hot toes.
"Oh keep fucking me," she started to moan, and he laughed.
"Scream it out, baby. That should get everyone up if they're not already."
"You bastard," she said, with a sly smile. "I told you I'm not an exhibitionist, but if I was, you can bet I would be screaming my guts out. All of Africa would know what a hot fucker you are."
, "Why thank you, darling. You're not so bad yourself."
She laughed, then felt his dick starting to throb. He wanted to go all the way, but decided that he would slow down. When it happened, she moaned softly, and knew her pleasures would stay at a high much longer.
Just as he was slowing down, passing the point where he would be able to come (and if he wanted to, he would have to work himself up all over again), there was a light tapping sound on the outside of the tent.
"Mr. Howard. Mr. Howard. Safari leave soon. Ten minutes to get ready."
"Thanks," he said. "We'll be out there soon."
"Don, we only have ten minutes," she started to say, getting nervous as she thought about missing the leopard. "We only have ten minutes. Come on."
"Hey, baby, don't worry. Haven't I fucked you in three?"
"Yes, and I never really liked that at all," she sneered.
"Well, I can give you a three minute fuck now, from this moment on. Added to the ten which preceded it, that's not so bad."
She started to laugh, and he kissed her on the neck again as he began to thrust up and down between her legs. She could feel the way he was sniffing at her hair, taking in the sweet scent of the shampoo she'd used the day before.
She started to moan as she felt her pussy spasming hard around him, and a little bit later, his cock was throbbing in her.
"God, I'm gonna shoot it now," he started to moan, and before he could even say now, she could feel his warm cream spurting inside of her.
She started to moan as he kept thrusting in and out, his cock smearing all of that come against her cunt walls. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back a little bit, but not scratching him all that much.
And he was pressing his chest down against her soft tits, feeling the way her nipples throbbed just a little bit.
"Yeah, that was fantastic," she started to moan, and she thrust herself up and down against him a few more times.
He stayed inside of her for a few more seconds, and as-, he rolled over, she slid her hand down to his fantastic dick and pressed her palm against it. Then, she spoke, to him, but also to his cock in her hand. "That was very good. Really. So fucking good."
"Come on," he said to her, as he sat up and smiled. "We don't have any time. I don't know what you're fooling around for."
'You men. Shoot a load and your whole personality changes," she laughed, and they were both laughing as they slipped into their underwear, and then safari clothing.
Cheryl had wanted to take a bath in the lake nearby, but he told her it would be cold, for one thing, and even more convincing, that she would miss the safari. They did walk to the lake to brush their teeth, and by the time they made it back, the three black men had dismantled their tent and had packed it, and their suitcase, on one of the many elephants in the safari.
"Did you have a nice sleep?" Mrs. Lawrence asked them both, and they nodded.
She was a proper English woman, with short black hair. Cheryl had thought that Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, and she and Don, could have fun together. They seemed to have been a little bit shocked when they first learned that Cheryl and Don were not married, but Mr. Lawrence had chuckled, and attributed it to the standards of the day.
But last night at dinner, Cheryl had been chewing on some horrible meat, and there was so much fat that she pulled the piece out of her mouth and turned to Don.
"This fucking meat is so fucking fatty, how the fuck do they expect us to eat it?"
With three fucks in one sentence, she had not made a good impression. She had not even realized it until Freida had gasped, and she'd looked over and seen the woman's husband trying to snap her out of it.
"Oh darling," David Lawrence had been saying to his wife, "that's just the way to moan, and before he could even say now, she could feel his warm cream spurting inside of her.
She started to moan as he kept thrusting in and out, his cock smearing all of that come against her cunt walls. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back a little bit, but not scratching him all that much.
And he was pressing his chest down against her soft tits, feeling the way her nipples throbbed just a little bit.
"Yeah, that was fantastic," she started to moan, and she thrust herself up and down against him a few more times.
He stayed inside of her for a few more seconds, and as he rolled over, she slid her hand down to his fantastic dick and pressed her palm against it. Then, she spoke, to him, but also to his cock in her hand. "That was very good. Really. So fucking good."
"Come on," he said to her, as he sat up and smiled. "We don't have any time. I don't know what you're fooling around for."
'You men. Shoot a load and your whole personality changes," she laughed, and they were both laughing as they slipped into their underwear, and then safari clothing.
Cheryl had wanted to take a bath in the lake nearby, but he told her it would be cold, for one thing, and even more convincing, that she would miss the safari. They did walk to the lake to brush their teeth, and by the time they made it back, the three black men had dismantled their tent and had packed it, and their suitcase, on one of the many elephants in the safari.
"Did you have a nice sleep?" Mrs. Lawrence asked them both, and they nodded.
She was a proper English woman, with short black hair. Cheryl had thought that Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, and she and Don, could have fun together. They seemed to have been a little bit shocked when they first learned that Cheryl and Don were not married, but Mr. Lawrence had chuckled, and attributed it to the standards of the day.
But last night at dinner, Cheryl had been chewing on some horrible meat, and there was so much fat that she pulled the piece out of her mouth and turned to Don.
"This fucking meat is so fucking fatty, how the fuck do they expect us to eat it?"
With three fucks in one sentence, she had not made a good impression. She had not even realized it until Freida had gasped, and she'd looked over and seen the woman's husband trying to snap her out of it.
"Oh darling," David Lawrence had been saying to his wife, "that's just the way
Americans talk nowadays. Don't be shocked."
But the woman stood up and left the table, and this morning was the first time that Cheryl had seen her since her three fuck sentence.
The woman seemed to have either forgotten, or decided not to bring it up.
Soon, the two couples, as well as three others, were mounted on their elephants, with Don and Cheryl riding together. She patted the large ears of her elephant, Which she had charmingly named Ella, though she had no idea if it was male or female.
As they started to ride, the up and down motion was doing a nice number on her. Don had noticed it the other day, and this morning, he leaned forward and did the same kind of thing that he had done yesterday.
"Your pussy is starting to get hotter, isn't it?" he asked her. "It's starting to swell as you bump up and down on Ella, right? And feel this now, baby."
He pressed his crotch against her ass from behind, and she could feel the way his dick was hard again. She slid her hand behind and rubbed his thigh.
"Now I can understand why you wanted to go to a beach alone. You can fuck a million times a day, Donald. Now be a good boy."
"But it's not with anyone," he said. "It's only with you."
"Well, that's flattering, and wonderful to know, but you wouldn't expect me to let you start fucking me right up on Ella, would you?"
"It could be fun. How many people can say they've done it?"
"No," she said to him. "Though you could try to talk me into it."
He laughed, because he knew she was being her enticingly bitchy self again.
His cock throbbed in his pants, and he started to whisper into her ear, telling her how he would do it without anyone knowing.
He told her he would cut a tiny hole in the back of her pants, wide enough so he could just slide his cock into her. Then, he would open his zipper without anyone knowing, and he would tell her to lift her ass.
When she would move down on him, his cock would be sliding into the hole, and hopefully, if they could work it right, into one of her two holes.
She felt him slide his hand up her breast when he spoke of the one of two holes, because he knew how much she liked getting it from behind as well.
She started to push herself back against him, and Don was thrusting forward, neither one of them listening to anything that the safari guide had to say. The first day, Cheryl had found him to be totally boring, and she'd decided that she would just look and see what she wanted to see.
It almost was like they were fucking.
As Freida turned and saw them, she tapped her husband on the shoulder. He was riding on the same elephant she was, in front of "Would you look at that, David?" she asked. "Can you believe it?"
"Of course, darling. Just having gotten to know the two of them these last three days, I believe that they would do it anywhere."
"How crude. How very, very crude," she said, and he sighed.
Cheryl was starting to get lost in her sex world. Though his cock was not making any direct contact with her, she could feel it through his clothing and her clothing. If anything, the up and down riding movement from the elephant was the thing that made her pussy cream start to build up, and Don sliding his hand around and pressing it right against her crotch also helped a bit.-
"And there is the first leopard we have seen," she suddenly thought she heard the guide say, and her rush was greater.
"Where? Where? Don, did you hear him say there was a leopard around? Where is it? I'm just dying to see it. I've wanted to see one."
"There," he said, and he pointed toward a clearing.
Sure enough, there it was. Its fur was a dark cream color, and the black spots were there. The animal seemed to be staring right at the approaching safari, with no fear at all. In fact, the animal seemed quite confident that he could strike and succeed if it came down to something like that.
The leopard's stalking nature started to make her head spin.
She saw it take a few steps, closer, and the safari leader stopped his elephant, which stopped the rest of them.
"He seems like he might want to attack," the black leader said.
"Look at him. Isn't he beautiful?" Cheryl whispered to her boyfriend, and looked over in time to see Freida snap a picture.
A few other females in the party were snapping pictures, and two of the men. She wished that she had her camera, but they'd forgotten it.
"Beautiful, isn't it, Don? Isn't it? Have you ever seen such magnificence?"
"He looks rather ominous to me. Why is he looking at us that way?"
"I don't know," she said. "It's the way the leopard is. They have this look. This look that they give out. Cat-like. Curious. But they're also so self-assured. This one is so sure he can strike and win."
"Me, too," he said, pressing himself up against her ass more. He was still lost in his sexual rush, and he was feeling ready to explode in his pants. Just a little more playing with her would do it, he knew, and he thought that they'd looked at the animal enough.
As he slid his hands back to her chest, she pushed them away.
Without turning to face him, but still keeping her eyes glued to the magnificent animal in front of her, she spoke.
"Keep your hands off now, Don. I'm not in the mood right now."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, sensing that she was lost in some kind of daze, though he had no idea of what it was about. "Just stop it. Move back. Don't press yourself against me."
She was breathing heavily, thinking of the animal's warm fur. She had never touched one, but she knew that the fur had to be warm and soft. How different from the feeling of the elephant beneath her, and the flesh she could feel against her calves, and from her knees down, where the shorts ended.
She could imagine the leopard fur rubbing against her legs. Rubbing against her thighs. Even better. Rubbing against her pussy. The breathing animal, the soft motion of the flesh, her cunt lips pressed down against it.
Pussy to pussy, as she sometimes like to imagine it to be. All she'd have to do would be to rub herself up and down, only a few times, and the breathing of the animal, as well as the feeling, the soft warmth like nothing else, that would make her come so hard. Her come would even be dripping over the animal's fur, but she knew it wouldn't mind. It would love the contact of her soft flesh against its fur.
"Why are we waiting here so long?" Don whispered in her ear. "The animal seems to think it's gonna keep us from moving. Why don't they just chase it away?"
"Shut up," she said to him, tensely, "Just shut up." He couldn't understand what was going on with her. She had never talked to him in such an angry tone of voice. And yet, there was still some kind of daze-like state around her which was confusing him even more. "All right," the safari leader said. "We are going to start moving. We can move to one side of the leopard. I am sure nothing will happen." His elephant started to walk, and the others followed. His passed by the leopard, and the animal turned its head to look at him, then turned its head to look back at the others as they were passing.
Cheryl knew she could not just pass by. She knew she had to try to reach out and touch it, just to touch one, once, a free one.
As her elephant started to pass, she leaned over.
The moment she held out her hand, the animal jumped to attack.
"Christ," Don screamed, and just then, there was a shot.
One of the black safari workers from behind had shot the animal right in the flank. The animal fell to the ground before it could even make contact with her hand.
Cheryl screamed, a bloodcurdling scream, also filled with fear and anger.
"No, what did you do?" she asked, as she saw the animal slump to the ground a number of inches from where she was on her elephant.
It was so close, and yet so far, and she knew she had to touch it. She could hear a kind of whimpering from the animal.
As she tried to jump off the elephant, she couldn't, because of Don and the way he had his hand wrapped around her waist. It did let him know just what she was about to do, and he couldn't believe it.
"Are you crazy?" he asked her. "You trying to jump down there?"
"I have to go to it. I need to go. Let me go."
"Cheryl, that thing is still alive. They just shot it with a tranquilizer. He told us that was, what they would use if anything like this happened. They didn't kill it."
"Let me go!" she said and she turned and slapped him across the face, hard, stunning him.
He let go of her, moving his hand to where she had slapped him, amazed that she would ever do a thing like that, surprised at this strange way in which she was acting. Once let go, it was easy for her to jump.
The leopard was lying on its side, and she moved right on top of it, pressing her legs down against the fur, near the leopard's back. She leaned over and looked down at his face, then stroked it softly.
"Oh, the poor thing," she was crying. "What have they done to you?"
"Miss Holland, you must not do that," the guide was screaming. "You must not do that. The leopard is not dead. It is only drugged."
"Cheryl, get the fuck off," Don was screaming.
"What has gotten into that girl?" Freida said to her husband. "I can honestly say that I have never met anyone quite like her."
"Yes, I agree. And I wonder if I would like to meet another."
"Oh darling, your sense of humor is so droll," Freida snickered. The other couples were looking over too, and mumbling amongst themselves. Nothing like this had happened during the trip, and this blonde girl's reaction to what had happened was so strange, considering the fact that those behind her had seen her reaching for the animal. It was as if she had started it all.
Cheryl was oblivious to everything that they were saying. She could feel the unsteady breathing of the animal, and though she had been told, she still thought it was dying.
She started to slide her body up and down its flanks, feeling the softness of the fur, and more than that, the warmth. The living breathing animal, which represented a kind of strong freedom to her, was turning her on so much.
Her pussy was spasming inside of her panties, and she knew that her panties were getting soaked, absorbing the wetness that was running down.
The more she rubbed herself, the more intense it started to get. She opened her mouth and started to moan softly, licking her lips at the same time. She could feel the animal turning a little bit, and it was rolling onto its back. Cheryl lifted herself up so that he could turn, and when he was on his back, she pressed herself down against the underside of the animal.
The fur was even warmer there, the breathing feeling more apparent because of the steady rise and fall of the beast's belly. Cheryl closed her eyes and felt the waves beginning to flow through her body all over again, now that she was looking at it from a whole different angle. It was even more beautiful this way.
She started to rub herself faster, and with her eyes closed, she did not even see what was starting to happen next.
"Look out," Don was screaming. "Move out of the way, Cheryl."
"I think the animal is getting ready to attack," Freida said. "The girl is absolutely crazy. What does she think she's doing?"
"Oh, do shut up, darling," he said to her, then screamed. "Cheryl, would you bloody well move away? Don't you see what's going to happen?"
She did not see it, but she felt it. For as the animal rolled onto its back, still in the dazed state from the tranquilizer, it moved its paw, aiming for the thing on top of it. The animal struck her right in the arm, two of its deep claws digging into her flesh, drawing blood immediately. The impact of the blow sent her off the leopard, landing on her back right beside it. She opened her eyes then, in time to see the beast rolling over more, almost right on top of her, almost as if it would mount her.
Of course, the animal was trying to strike before the enemy could strike back.
Then there was another loud shot, and she saw the animal's body spasm from the thrust of the bullet. Another shot followed, and this time, there was blood dripping from the side of the beast.
It fell dead on the ground right next to her, and she screamed as she threw her body on top of its back. She felt the last few breaths of the leopard, and then it was dead, no longer heaving up and down as it breathed.
"Oh no!" she was wailing, as she buried her head against the animal's soft neck, and inhaled deeply to take in the scent. Don had seen it all. He had been ready to reach for his rifle, though he had no idea of how to use it. He would have tried anyway. Two of the safari workers had killed the animal, in order to keep the animal from killing the girl. Don slid off the elephant, and touched Cheryl's shoulder.
She turned and saw him holding the rifle in his hand.
"You killed it, Don. You killed it. You goddamn bastard. How could you?"
"I didn't, Cheryl," he said. "I would have, but they did."
She looked at the two black men, their rifles still smoking, then back at him. Suddenly, her eyes were filling with tears, and she tried not to let her voice crack, but couldn't help it as she spoke.
"Why did they do it?" she asked him. "Why did they do it? I don't get it."
"It would have killed you," he said. "It was about to pounce on you. Look there."
He moved his hand to her arm, and touched the wound whi.ch was freely flowing with blood. She touched it, she gasped in pain, but then, when she thought of how she had gotten this wound, she pushed his hand away. "No, don't touch it," she said to him. "Please don't touch it!"
"It has to be taken care of. They have to look at it. That kind of wound could be dangerous, Cheryl. Be real about this."
"No," she said. "What the fuck good is reality anyway?"
She stood up then, and took one last look at the animal. Then she turned and looked at all of the people still on their elephants, looking at her.
She tried to smile. One thing did make her smile. She thought about the way she kept telling her boyfriend that she was not an exhibitionist, and now, she had just participated in the most exhibitionistic act of her life. She felt as if they all knew she was getting off sexually on the animal.
"Please, help me up," she said to Don, as walked back to their elephant, and soon, she was on top of Ella again.
The safari leader waited until he was back on the elephant next to her, and then started leading the way once more. She took another look at the leopard, and kept looking at it until she could no longer see it.
"Would you like to tell me what that was all about?" Don whispered in her ear.
"No, I would not," she said.
"Well, the very least you could do, when you have the chance, is thank those two men for saving your life. They did save your life, you know."
"They did kill the leopard. It was free where it was supposed to be, and they just killed it. I should thank them for that?"
He couldn't believe her. He felt as if she had started this whole thing anyway. He had seen her reaching out to touch the animal, and that had caused the animal to strike. Once it had been shot with the tranquilizers, they could have left if there and everything would have been all right. The tranquilizers would have worn off, and the leopard would have been okay, once they were miles away.
But she had jumped on it, and once again, caused it to strike.
Don felt that there was something very cold and bitchy about her attitude, and made a mental note to thank the two men for saving her. She certainly wouldn't.
Meanwhile, Freida was shaking her head back and forth.
"That girl. That girl. I knew there was something about her I did not like last night when she cursed. Now I know what it is. She's absolutely insane. Bonkers."
"I think she's exciting," David said, low enough so his wife would not hear.
CHAPTER TWO
"More wine?" David asked, holding up the bottle. Don held up his glass, and the older, distinguished looking British man poured more.
"I'll have some darling," Freida said, holding up her glass.
The three of them looked at Cheryl, who seemed to be staring off into some other realm. She was lost in such a strange daze.
It was the evening after the morning's leopard incident, and as Don and Cheryl had continued to ride, he had talked to her. First, he tried to talk her out of crying so much, and then, he managed to convince her into leaving the safari early and spending the rest of their vacation on a beach, like he'd wanted to do.
He thought, since she'd been so adamant about going on a safari, that she would protest, but she had just nodded.
"All right. That's a good idea. At the next stop, let's get off."
The Lawrences, too, had decided after the morning's incident, that they would much rather spend the rest of their vacation somewhere else, too. So, the four of them had taken a bus from the rest stop, to a small hotel in some town whose name they could not even pronounce. The next day, they would be flying in their different directions, the older British couple to seek new adventures, Don and Cheryl to seek sun and fun.
Or so he hoped. They had finally been able to shower after three days, and while he had been in the bathroom, she had stepped in. She had gotten into the shower with him, and he thought it was a sure sign that se was horny.
Instead, she just started to wash herself, washing her tears away. When he had started to rub his hard cock against her from behind, she had moaned softly, but in the end, had pushed his cock away.
"Don, not now," she said to him. "I'm not in the mood."
Nor had she been in the mood during the early evening nap, and when they got up to meet the Lawrences for a farewell dinner, she was in something of a foul mood. When Cheryl would get like that, she would just retreat into herself, and sometimes, Don knew, it wasn't even worth it to try and pull her out.
It was better to let her remain silent, instead of having her say something sarcastic, snotty, insulting, or a combination of the above.
He reached for her glass and filled it up, then put it back in her hand. She did not acknowledge his gesture at all.
"Well, she is lucky to be alive today, isn't she?" David said.
"I would think so," Don told him. "But she doesn't seem to care."
"Did you clean that?" Freida asked, looking at the wound on Cheryl's bare arm. Cheryl pulled her arm away from the woman.
"Yes, she did," Don said, answering for her. "She just washed it off, but doesn't want to treat it with any medication."
"It could become infected, dear," Freida said to a non-listening, non-responding Cheryl. "I think you should tell her, Don. It could become infected."
"I've tried to, but she won't listen. Look, tomorrow this will all be behind us. And the day after, when we wake up to the sound of the ocean, it'll be further behind us. This is one trip I'll never forget."
"Nor I," Freida said, charmed by him. "Had it been me, I'd be dead now."
"Oh, darling, don't say a thing like that," David told her.
"But David, dear, it would not have been the animal that would have killed me. I just know myself. Fear would have set in, and I would have had heart failure."
"Yes, that was very brave of you, Cheryl," he said to her. "I was totally overwhelmed at the way you handled yourself when you were with the animal. Almost as if there was some one to one contact with it." She spoke then, for the very first time that evening, except to say hello.
"Did you sense that then?" she asked, her eyes still glazed over.
"Of course. Almost as if you were trying to nurse the animal back to health when you thought it had been shot the first time."
"If she'd only realized that it was a tranquilizer instead of a bullet, then the animal would still be alive," Don said, saying what had been on his mind since she'd had the snotty attitude toward the two men who saved her. He had, in fact, thanked them at the rest stop where they'd gotten off the safari.
"Are you saying it was my fault?" Cheryl asked.
"I don't want to talk about that now, darling. Now is not the time."
He knew they would have a fight if he told her the truth, and he liked these fine people they were with. He did not want a fight to ensue.
But she did. She stood up, and accused him of accusing her. His not wanting to talk about it was a sure sign, she let him know.
And before any of the three could stop her, she said her goodnights and ran away from the table, toward their hotel room. Don was stunned, and started to turn red, trying to think of a way he could apologize for the outburst. David was quite a gentleman, though, and knew the sticky spot Don felt he was in.
"Well, we have an early flight tomorrow anyway, old boy. I think we should call and end to our dinner anyway. So glad you decided to be our guests."
"Thank you for inviting me," Don said, standing up. "Here's my card. Honestly, if you ever get into New York, give me a call. I would love to see you again."
He kissed Freida's hand, and shook David's, then turned and left.
"Hopefully, when and if we do call, he'll have another girl by that time," Freida commented, as she picked up her bag and David took out a credit card to pay the tab.
He didn't want to tell his wife just how exciting a girl he thought this Cheryl was. It took a special kind of courage for a girl to do what she had done that day, and he was very much turned on to her.
But he didn't want to start anything. He and Freida had been married for almost fifteen years, and he loved her dearly. Between the fortune his family had left, and the one hers had left, they could travel around the world for the rest of their lives, spending mostly their bank interest to keep going.
They walked to their bedroom, she acting like quite the proper lady, which she felt was only natural for a woman in her late thirties. But, as soon as she took one last look at the town from their balcony, then closed the door, the woman came right out. David pressed her against the wall, moving his lips to hers.
As he ran his hands through her soft black hair, he could feel his dick stiffening in his pants. He started to grind himself against her, and she moaned softly as the kiss continued, and she slid her hand down to his crotch.
"Oh darling, I do believe you're hard again," she moaned.
"And that always brings the beast out of you," he whispered.
It was true. Freida could act like the most proper woman in front of people, but alone, with him, when he was erect, she was a hot feline. As she started to open the zipper of his trousers, she sunk down to her knees.
She moved her lips to the head of his cock and started to suck it between them, then slid her lips further down.
Soon, she had his cock head in her throat, and she could feel the way his balls were pressing against her mouth.
She would have brought him right off then, had he not slid his hands under her armpits and helped her to her feet.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, then laid her down. She started to slide out of her clothing, stripping down to her bra and panties, because she knew how much he loved to strip her of those.
He brushed his hand through his black hair, then took off his jacket, shirt and tie. She reached up to touch his hairy chest, and moaned as she plucked at one of his nipples. Then, while he was opening his pants and pushing them down, she moved her mouth to his cock and licked the head.
"Oh, you do know how to turn me on," he moaned, and once he was completely naked, he started to lie on the bed, straddling her face.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, so that he could thrust his cock deep into her, and as he held himself there, he pressed his mouth against her pussy, pushing her panties right between her cunt lips with his tongue. He started to blow hot air right through the sheer, soft material.
Freida could feel the way her juices started to flow right then and there. As he was blowing air into her, her clit was getting stiff, then throbbing, and then her cunt was getting so wet.
She started to thrust herself up, and she moved her mouth up and down his stiff rod even faster than she had been doing it before. Slowly, she slid her hands up to his buttocks and began to play with them, slapping them gently, prying them apart, pinching and squeezing. She could feel the sweat all over his ass, and then, he slid her panties down.
He moved his mouth first to her thick black cunt patch and sucked some of the sweet hair flavor into his mouth. Then, he kissed his way further down, and she spread her legs as wide as she possibly could.
He started to lick her pussy lips, but not for too long. They were so wet that they just spread themselves wide open for him, and he flicked his tongue deep inside of her, licking away the warm cream from her cunt walls. When he tasted her flavor, he loved it so much that he started to throb in her mouth. Freida slid her hand to the base of his cock then, and started to work him. She wanted his load to shoot so much, and she started to massage his dick with her hand as she licked her way up along the underside of his shaft. Then, she sucked both of his huge balls into her mouth, and she felt him throbbing even more in her hand. Within a second, the first load of his come shot onto her neck, and as soon as she felt it, she quickly dropped his balls from her mouth and took his cock head back between her lips.
His whole body spasmed uncontrollably as he was coming in her mouth.
The taste of the cream was turning her on so much, that she could feel the way her pussy was starting to spasm harder. He sucked her juices out as fast as he could, then started to work his lips around her clit to keep her aroused.
Freida was sweating so much, and she did love it. In public, she felt it was not proper for a lady to sweat, and she knew, too, that after a sweat like this, she would never go out in public before a shower.
But in private, she knew how much fun it was to sweat and get hot, to rub flesh against flesh and really start getting off.
She could smell his strong male odor right near her face, and that was keeping her turned on. She sucked his cock dry, then pushed him off her so she could sit up and catch her breath for a few seconds. She slid her hand to the come on her neck and rubbed it into her skin, feeling that it would be good for her skin.
He sat up to face her, then kissed her hard on the lips.
"God, you are wonderful," he said to her, but he could tell that her mind seemed to be off somewhere else. "What are you thinking?"
"Oh, I don't know," she said to him, but he held her chin with his finger and turned her head, so she looked right into his eyes.
"Come on, Freida, darling. You can't hide anything from me."
"Well, darling, I was thinking of Don, if you want to know the truth. He seemed to like me, but he sees me one way. The stuffy me."
"I see. How would you like him to see you?"
"You know how. I don't think that I would have to go into details."
"I see," David said, and Freida kissed him gently on the lips.
"Oh darling, don't start to get jealous. It's you that I love, and you know that. I shall never love another like you. But, there was that girl in Lisbon."
"And what about the one in Egypt?" he asked. "That man?"
"And what about the girl in Iraq. You wanted her, and it was all right."
"And the man in..."
Oh darling, we can go at it all night, and tally up the vote to see who has had more flings on the side. But that's not the point. They're not even side flings. They're just threesomes. With men who turn me on, and women who turn you on. The sacrifices we make for one another keeps the marriage working."
He could feel his cock getting hard when she spoke like that, and she lay back on the bed and spread her legs for him.
"Fuck me, and then get me Don, darling. I would love it."
He looked at her laid out there, her bra still keeping her tits tightly encased. He reached for ' it and tugged at it, ripping it and tearing it right off. She gasped when he did it, but then smiled.
Her tits were heaving up and down with pleasure, and he moved his mouth to one of her black nipples and sucked it between his lips. He could feel the way her nipple got stiff in a matter of seconds, and when he opened and closed his teeth around it, she was starting to moan so fucking loud.
Oh Christ, put your cock into me, darling. I want to feel it."
He kept his teeth around her nipple, biting gently into her, and started to turn his body around, moving himself between her legs. She reached his cock and aimed it right at her eager to be filled pussy. He thrust deep inside of her, whacking his groin flesh against her thighs, and she let out a loud, pleasure-filled moan.
As he closed his eyes, he could see the blonde girl beneath him.
He had wanted her, almost as much as his wife wanted Don, but she had asked first, and chances were good she would get what she wanted. Chances were better than he would not, for no reasons concerning him.
But Cheryl had been in a terrible mood that evening. In fact, he had been in a bad mood since the accident with the leopard.
But that didn't make him want her any less. David started to thrust in and out of his wife a little bit faster, licking his way from one hot, stiff nipple to another, sometimes biting gently, sometimes licking softly. He could feel his cock throbbing in heir cunt many times, but he slowed down each time because he was loving the pleasure. He knew, too, that he had some ulterior motives.
It was true that they did have a few threesomes, and he always seemed to love it when the third was a girl, because it was always his idea when it was a girl. But when the third party was a man, he usually felt some jealousy.
Even if the man just kissed her, and she responded, that was a good enough reason for him to be jealous. Knowing that she wanted Don, before he even got to the bedroom, was making David feel jealous.
He thought that if he could fuck her into an exhaustion, keep himself hard for a long time, he might be able to knock her out. Maybe she would be too tired and would forget all about wanting the younger, handsome man.
The third time he slowed down, she pulled his mouth away from her nipple and held his head up, looking him right in the eye.
"It won't work, darling," she said to him.
"What won't work, Freida dear?" he asked, keeping his pace steady.
"I'm going to want him no matter how long you stay in me. You can fuck me for three hours and then come. I'll still want him."
"I see. Then there's no sense in my going on, is there?"
"To have an orgasm, there is. You'd feel so much better if you came. And by the time he's back, you'll get it up again. I know that you can." She kissed him lovingly on the lips, and he could feel the way his dick started to throb even harder inside of her then.
He thrust in and out as fast as he possibly could, and when the come started to shoot from his dick, deep into her pussy, she was moaning so loud. She was rubbing her hands up and down his strong arms and from the way he had his arms straight, with his palms flat on the bed, his muscles bulged.
She thrust up and down a little bit when he stopped, and then she wrapped her legs around his ass to keep him in for as long as he would be hard.
When he went limp, she let her legs loosen, and pulled back. He rolled over onto his back, and closed his eyes.
"Uh, darling," she said, leaning over. "Either you go get him, or I will."
He opened his eyes and looked at her, knowing that she was telling the truth.
"All right," he said. "I'll go see what I can do." But under his breath, he added, "But I don't know why he would come here when he has her."
But that night, Don did not have her. For when he got to the hotel room, she was already naked and in bed, lying on the right side and facing the right side, so that even if he climbed in, her back would be to him.
He did not climb in right away. Instead, he stayed dressed, and stooped down beside her, so he could brush her hair from her face. He knew that she wasn't sleeping, though she sure seemed to be trying to act like she was.
"Hey, Cheryl, are you okay?" he asked, and when she did not answer, he leaned over and whispered it again, this time in her ear.
She pushed his mouth away from her ear, in a rough way.
"I'm sleeping," she said to him, and he stood up.
"You know what you are? You're a fucking snotty little bitch. I can't believe the way that you've been acting today."
She sat up, the covers falling down, her tits revealed. He tried not to look at them, sensing that it would only lead to frustration, because she certainly was not in the kind of mood where she was going tb want to fuck.
"How dare you talk to me like that," she said to him, pulling a. pillow" in front of her body and pressing it against her bared boobs.
"You are. First you act like a snotty little bitch when I tell you to thank those men, and since you didn't, I had to do it and..., "
"How dare you apologize for me for something I don't think I should apologize for."
"It was all your fault, whether you want to think so or not. And as for this evening, well, the Lawrences are nice, refined people, and you acted like the haughtiest little bitch with them. No thank you for their taking us to dinner, either."
"Well, I'm sorry about that. But you started the fight at dinner."
"Bullshit. I just said what everyone on the safari not only saw, but knew to be a fact. You started by reaching out, and you continued by jumping onto that animal, which is still something I don't understand. Why the hell did you do that?"
"None of your business. Just leave me alone."
"You got it, baby!" he said, Walking toward the door. "But, you know something? Your fucking attitude had better change when we get to a whole new surrounding."
"Or what?" she asked him, almost as if she was counter-threatening.
"Or maybe I'll hit you back one day. You've hit me a couple of times to let out some of your anger. Well, baby, it's building up in me enough where I could easily break your neck were I to try and strike back."
And he walked out and slammed the door behind him.
He leaned against the railing, looking out at the view of the small town they were in. He thought of turning around and walking back into the room, but fuck that bitch
Instead, he went to get a drink, then came back to sit by the porch railing outside of their room. It was a fantastic view, and the drink was making everything seem better. Besides, he knew, he wanted to give her time to get to sleep. It would be so much easier to crawl into bed once she was out. That way, he wouldn't have to think about talking to her until the morning rolled around.
Just then, he heard some footsteps, and turned. He saw David approaching him. The man was not wearing what he'd been wearing before. He had on a pair of slacks and a pull over sports shirt, unbuttoned.
"Don, I was hoping I would find you out here, and not have to knock."
"Why? Did you two have a fight like we did?" he asked.
"No. Did you have a fight? Well, that's too bad. I'm sorry to hear it."
"I doubt she'll even remember in the morning. She's somewhat drunk and doesn't even know what she's talking about."
"Aha. Well, my wife is not drunk, and knows what she's talking about."
"What's that?"
And David started to talk to Don about their travels around the world. He told Don how he and Freida had been married for ten years before he ever had the desire for another woman, and how she had not liked the idea of it, too much. But then he had suggested that they do it all together.
As Don listened, he had no idea what David was leading up to, though he was rather shocked to hear about Freida being willing to go along with something like that. He did find her to be quite attractive, in a refined kind of way, but he never would have thought of her in a threesome.
"Anyway, we've been doing it on and off now since that time. When she sees someone that she-likes, she wants him, and I go along with it. The same thing with me."
"Just what are you getting at, may I be so blunt as to ask, David?"
"Would you like to come back and make love to my wife?"
Don closed his eyes then, and started to think. He knew that he would love to make love to the man's wife. She really did turn him on, and he wasn't going to be getting anything from Cheryl that evening. He was sure of that.
They did have an understanding, though. Since they had been going together, they had been quite faithful to each other.
"Is it that she doesn't turn you on?" David asked, during the pause, and Don shook his head, then started to explain what the problem was.
David laughed, and said that there would come a time when the cheating would start, so now was as good a time as any.
When Don heard that, he had to nod his head, and the two men walked back toward the English couple's room.. When David opened the door and ushered the younger black-haired man in, Don couldn't believe it.
There she was laid out on the bed, spread and naked.
He could see that she had such lovely tits, larger than he ever would have imagined. He realized that she dressed down, to try and hide this lovely figure of hers, and he had no idea why she would want to do something like that.
As soon as he saw her wet pussy, his dick started to get hard.
"Oh, Don, I can see that cock of yours stiffening. Come and let me take it out and give it some air. Come on, darling."
He walked right over to where she was, and leaned against the bed. She moved her hand to his zipper and opened it, then reached into his pants to pull his cock out. She kissed it gently on the head, and he moaned softly.
Then, he looked and saw the way David was starting to move his lips down to his wife's pussy, and he had to start smiling.
He could see the way the woman was thrusting up and down against his mouth, and he opened his pants and pushed them down, so she could move her mouth all the way down his cock shaft and deep throat him.
He reached for one of her nipples and pinched it gently.
She started to moan, and he could see the look of lust in her eyes as she kept sliding her lips up and down his dick.
The thing that excited him the most with this lady, was the way she had deceived him. She had seemed so proper and refined, and here she was, with a dick in her mouth just like any other cock lover.
He started to thrust faster and harder, and he could tell that it was exciting her. It had been long since he had been in a mouth other than Cheryl's, that the feeling of something new was a turn-on, too.
He started to come in her mouth, and she pulled her mouth away and began to jerk his shaft, the come flying all over her lips and tongue. As he saw her hungrily sucking at his cock he just loved it.
When she finished sucking him, she told him how much she wanted him to fuck her. He stripped off his shirt, and moved between her legs. Her husband moved out of the way, and she sucked his dick into her mouth, while Don was rubbing himself against her pussy lips, getting her wetter before entry.
He thrust into her and felt how nice and tight she was.
She felt so good, too. Her cunt was steaming inside, and as he pushed her legs up over her head, he started to fuck her even harder.j Each time he thrust in, his groin slapped hard against her buttocks, and when he looked at David, he could see that the man even seemed to be getting off on watching.
He kept smiling, first at his wife, and then at Don, as if he was really approving of all that was happening between them.
Don felt his dick starting to throb, but didn't come then.
He waited until the pulsations had subsided, and then, when he knew he could do a long series of thrusts, that was what he did.
She was like a real bitch in heat. She started to come so hard around him that he hardly even had to thrust, because her spasming pussy muscles were making him feel better than the in and out thrust movements.
But the next time he felt like he was going to come, Don knew that he had to go all the way. The surging was so sensational, that he thought he would never make it this high again. He started to shoot his cream deep inside of her.
When she felt it, she sucked more greedily at the cock in her mouth, working her hands up and down the shaft, too, hoping that her husband would start to come in her mouth that second, too. He came a few seconds later.
And after they all relaxed and caught their breath, he stood up and started to get dressed, thanking them once more for the evening.
"You could stay the night, if you want," Freida said ,ybut he shook his head.
"No. I feel guilty enough as it is," he said. "I hope that she doesn't find out about what I did. If you do see us tomorrow, you won't mention it."
"No, we won't. But our plane leaves earlier than yours. We'll be up while you're still sleeping. It was nice meeting you, Don."
"Do call if you come to New York. Really. You're a fun couple," he said, and he smiled at them, then closed the door.
When he climbed into bed with Cheryl later, he knew she was asleep. She did snuggle up next to him, letting her hand slide down between his legs so she was holding his limp cock. But he was too spent to get it up, though the next morning, it was on the rise with the sun.
CHAPTER THREE
The moment the sun rose, so did she, and she pulled the curtains open and let the light shine right in through the room. Hungrily, she licked her hot black lips, because of the view she could see out there.
"Norm, get up," she screamed, where her husband lay in bed, still sleeping. "Get up and see this far fucking out view. Come see it."
Vonetta turned back and looked at the sunrise over the beach. She could see the way the sun rising changed the color of the sand, making it look, for now, like a dark brown. Soon, when the sun would be all the way up, it would be white.
But with the water, and the sky, she was in heaven.
She was unaware of the way she was pressing her pussy against the glass door of their rented house, but she was well aware of the way she was starting to feel some terrific kind of rush from this sight.
It took only a few more seconds for her to pull back.
She looked down, past her large black breasts with the thick black nipples, down passed her thick black furry patch, to her cunt lips. They were a brownish red color, and as she moved her fingers to them, she moaned softly.
"Far out. I can't fucking believe it, baby. I can't believe it."
"Say what?" he moaned, still sleeping, pulling a pillow over his head.
She was so thrilled, this time, more than ever. She had seen many natural phenomenons, but none had ever affected her sexually. The sun rise, she knew, had made her hot pussy start to tingle, and she walked over to the bed.
Norm had the cover pulled up to his chest.
Actually, it was just a sheet, but she thought that it was so warm, he didn't even need it. She reached for the sheet and yanked it right out of his grasp.
As he rolled onto his back, trying to reach for it, she could see that his big black dick was standing right up.
"Honey, let me at it," she moaned, and she slid over to the bed, spread her cunt lips, then slid them down his pole.
She closed her eyes and felt the pleasure waves rippling through her body. She moved her hands to her big black tits and started to cup them, moving her thumbs to her nipples so she could wiggle them back and forth.
His cock felt so hot, even if he didn't know what he was doing, she thought. Even if he was still asleep, she knew she could get off on his dick. The warmth was around his groin area whether he was aware of it or not.
She turned her head, feeling almost as if she was fucking him as the sun was rising, and she just loved it. She pinched her nipples then, using two fingers from each hand to do it, and she could feel them throbbing even more.
He started to thrust up and down a little bit, his eyes still closed. He slid his hands to her hips and began to make her ride him better, and because he was doing that to help her, she took one hand from her nipple and moved it behind so she could cup his thick meaty balls, and squeeze them the way he liked it.
Norm moaned really loud then, She felt his dick starting to throb, but knew she couldn't let him come yet, so she thrust her weight down onto his groin, pressing him flat on the bed to keep him from moving.
He thrust up and down a little bit, as much as he could, but she was strong enough to hold him down. Actually, he was much stronger than she was, and she knew it, but since he was still only semi-conscious, it was easier for her to win the fight this time.
His hands cupped her buttocks, playing with them, pinching them.
Vonetta felt happier than she had ever felt in her life.
Here they were in the Bahamas, and it was the first time during their seven years of marriage that they had ever been away. The kids had been left with her folks, and may they all have fun together.
It was so nice to be alone with him at this place. All they had to do was step outside and bask in the sun, then step inside and fuck.
They had just arrived late last night, and though he had been tired, Vonetta insisted that they go out and dance just one dance. But once she was at the disco, she couldn't be controlled, something he had been telling her for years.
"You've got the jivest nigger blood in any woman I've ever seen. You got rhythm and once you start, you can't be stopped."
It had been true. She danced one dance with him,, felt him grabbing her by the arm so they could leave, then pulled away.
"Man, I ain't even got my feet warmed up," she told him.
Though he told her she had made a promise, she didn't care. For one thing, she was stoned on some laced weed, and for another, she had a few drinks. Vonetta knew she could be a real bitch when she got that stoned, but it was their vacation, and even though she had been tired, too, they only had six nights. She told him she didn't want to waste one night sleeping.
Besides, she's put on one of her hottest outfits. It was a leopard spotted jump suit that hugged every curve of her hot body. Her tits were so big that the straps from the jump suit could hardly even hold them in, but last night, that was all she had to hold them in because she didn't want to wear a blouse.
She kind of remembered that Norm had walked off to sit at a table and watch, but it was the kind of thing that her mind wasn't really sure of. She didn't remember all that much about the evening, except that she had been hot.
Once, when she'd looked at herself in the mirror, wiggling her leopard ass, she really did feel like some kind of a wild animal. Her tits had even fallen out of her jump suit one or two times, and she'd just stuffed them back in.
There had been one point, Vonetta .remembered, when she was dancing with some nice looking white man, or then again, maybe three, because they all seemed to be around her, and suddenly, she was aware of something.
The three or four, maybe five men who were dancing with her, plus herself, were the only people dancing.
Everyone else in this, hot club had stopped to look at the hottest bitch, shaking her groove thing, and she was putting on a show for them all. During those moments, Norm didn't even exist for her, and she was flying high.
And she kind of remembered a fight afterwards, when she did spot him sitting there looking lost and dejected, and suddenly was aware of how she had pulled away from him just so she could dance some more.
Guilt set in. Stoned slipped away. Soon she was rather straight, and feeling like shit, ready for him to complain. He did, too. The second she walked up to him, he grabbed her arm again and dragged her right out of the place, pulling her back to their beach house, squeezing her wrist so hard that it hurt, never letting go for fear she would run.
She kept telling him she could walk on her own, and he said that she was a lying cunt of a bitch, and slapped her once or twice.
Back in the room, she was in tears, telling him that it was their first night, and he had ruined it. Their first night on vacation and all she wanted to do was have fun.
"If you would have let me sleep, then I would start in the morning. I wasn't in the mood to go out and dance tonight."
And he just lay down on the bed and did fall asleep.
Vonetta had undressed him that night, and now, though it was just early morning, she was taking him for an early morning ride.
When she knew that his cock wouldn't shoot off, she started to ride him up and down again, and she could feel the way he started to thrust again, too. His cock felt so nice in her, the heat just filling her whole body right up.
She leaned forward, her large tits hanging near his chest, then rubbed her tits around so her stiff nipples rubbed against his wet chest flesh. She slid her fingers to his nipples then and played with them.
When he started to pulse that time, she could feel the way it seemed so intense. He began to moan louder than he had moaned before, and she knew that she wanted to take him all the way. Vonetta started to go for the ride of her life, looking out at the beach and seeing the way the sand was already starting to look whiter, seeing the way the water looked so clear and blue and beautiful.
The beauty of that made her pussy start to . spasm hard, she knew, and she began to come hard around his cock.
She could feel him shoot into her a few seconds later, and started to kiss him on the lips very gently, brushing her thick lips against his thinner ones. She felt his hands sliding up and down her body, sometimes cupping her ass, then moving firmly up her back. He sucked her tongue when she thrust it.
His hard cock stayed inside of her for a long time, and he kept purring, almost like a cat. She loved the way that sounded. But then, when he fell out of her and she kept kissing him, she felt his hand starting to push her off him.
"What time's it, Vonny?" he murmured, in a sleepy tone.
"About six-thirty, I think," she said to him.
"What you doin' wakin' me up so fuckin' early? I didn't fall out until three. I ain't gonna make it through the day on three and a half hour's sleep."
"You can get up and get sun. Sleep in the sun."
"I don't want sun so early, woman. Now just leave me alone, got it?" She really did think it would be good for him to get up and fall asleep outside, but knew better than to try and convince him. She had been married to him long enough, and knew when he was in the kind of mood where you didn't want to bother.
The sculpturesque black woman got off the bed and ran into the bathroom. She closed the door so he wouldn't be disturbed, then turned on the shower and stepped in to wash herself. Her black kinky hair was cut short, and she washed that, too, thinking that it would dry in the sun when she went but.
When she dried herself off and walked back into the bedroom, she opened the bottom drawer where she had put her suits.
She looked at the two of them, trying to decide which one. There was the white one, which looked so fucking hot against her black skin. Or there was the leopard one, which was so much more sheer.
There was no choice to be made. She picked up her leopard bikini, then walked back into the bathroom and slipped into it.
Her tits just about fit into the top, and she had to push some of her pussy hairs into the bottom, because they stuck out.
She turned sideways, and loved the way this particular suit hugged the curve of her ass. More than anything else, she loved the way her suit looked against her dark-chocolate brown skin. It was almost as if she was a leopard in this suit, and she started to slink around in a leopard like way, laughing at her reflection in the mirror.
"Like, don't mess with this pussycat," she said to herself.
When she saw that there was no change in Norm's sleepy state, she slipped out through the sliding glass door, deciding not to take a towel with her, because she just wanted to walk and then get Norm before lying down.
It was splendid outside, she thought. She could not believe what a wonderful day it was, and decided that no matter what, she was going to be so nice and loving to her husband that day. Nothing was going to ruin it, and she kept thinking that one of his bad moods could, so it would be good to keep him in a good mood.
She danced around the beach, twirling and doing cart wheels, because it was quite early and no one else was really out.
She felt at one with the beach and the sky, and each time she looked down at her suit, she could feel a strange kind of pleasure rushing through her body.
Vonetta ran into the water and then ran out It was freezing, but still felt so nice, and the sun was already strong enough so she could dry off in it. Then, she started to jog down the beach, trying to remember when was the last time she had ever felt so free and so alive, and more than that, so terrific.
She knew that they had problems back home. They had scrimped and saved for this vacation, and though there had been one or two emergencies, she would not dig into this fund to take the money from there.
After seven years, and three kids, she needed to get away.
Here she was, feeling so great, feeling like she hadn't a care in the world. True, she knew she would be going back, and things would be the same when they got back. But at least she would have had this. At least, whenever things started to get to her, she could remember that she had gone on this trip.
She could hope, too, for another one.
Vonetta stopped thinking that way for a number of reasons. For one thing, it was bringing her down a little bit, and for another, she was aware of someone else on the beach watching her. Since she had been prancing around like a child, and yet, was a grown up woman, he must have thought she was crazy.
She smiled at the handsome black-haired man, who wore a skimpy bathing suit, and had a good, hairy build. She thought she knew him from somewhere, but she had no idea of where. Then, he spoke and reminded her.
"I was one of the men dancing with you last night," he said.
"Oh, right. You gotta forgive me for lookin' at you like I thought you was crazy or something. I was a little stoned last night."
"Yes, I know the story. Hi. My name's Don Howard."
"Vonetta Jones," she said, and she shook his hand, then saw him smiling. "What you lookin' at me that way for?"
"Forgive me. But I was just wondering if you always dress in leopard?"
"No. I like leopard. I like the way it looks on me. Why you ask?"
"Because last night you wore that leopard jump suit. My girl noticed it. It was one of the first things that snapped her out."
"Snapped her out?" Vonetta asked him. "I don't get it. What's this snapped her out?"
"I don't know. We were on a safari in Africa, and she had this run in with a leopard. It was very strange. They had to kill the animal, and since that time, three days ago, she's been in a kind of daze. Oh, we've talked.
Fought, mostly."
"I know the story," she said. "The fighting thing's what I'm talkin' about."
"We usually get on very well. Anyway, last night she loved your outfit. She didn't like me dancing with you, but then again, she wasn't in the mood and I didn't feel like sitting out and doing nothing."
"My husband and I had a fight about that," she told him.
"We had one about that, too. But I believe that people have to sacrifice for someone they love. She could have gotten herself in the mood easily."
"Him, too," Vonetta said, liking this man very much. They seemed to have a lot in common, particularly when it came to trouble with their spouses. Or was this his spouse? He had only said his girl, she recalled.
"Well, look, I've got to go back," he said to her. "If I stay out too long she'll start to think I'm cheating on-her. I just wanted some early morning air."
"I'll see you. It's a small island. I'm sure I'll see you."
He smiled at her, and turned and walked off. She stood there watching him, liking him quite a bit. Getting dirty thoughts about him, in fact, which was rare.
Ever since she and Norman had been married, they'd been faithful to each other, or she had been faithful to him, and as far as she knew, he was to her. But even before they were married, she had only been with black men.
That Don Howard was not only attractive, but he really turned her on.
She shrugged her shoulders, then turned and started to walk back to her beach house. She loved that. "My beach house," she thought.
Of course, she knew it was for a few more days, but that would be okay.
He was still sleeping when she walked into the room, and she closed the door slowly and slid into bed with him. She wiggled out of her leopard bikini, then started to rub her pussy against hs thigh.
She slid her hand to his dick, and though it was not stiff, as she began to rub the black piece of meat up and down, she could feel the way it was filling with blood. She moved her mouth to his nipple and sucked it.
Then, she started to slide her head down his body, licking with her tongue. She left a puddle of saliva in his navel, and licked her way lower, toward his pubic patch and this his thick semi hard dick. When she slid her lips around the head of it and started to go down, he moaned really loud.
She turned her body a little, moving her pussy to his mouth.
As he sniffed it out, he slid his head between her legs and started to lick and suck on her cunt lips. He pressed his tongue into her and wiggled her clit back and forth. Vonetta could feel her juices flowing already.
Then, she started to close her eyes, and she was fanaticizing that he was licking her cunt. Don Howard, the man she had just met. She was fantasizing that she was sucking his cock, and not her husband's.
It was a white dick in her hand, and she was sliding her lips up and down this magnificent piece of flesh. She was working her tongue back and forth over the slit of the cock, and she could feel some come on her tongue each time. She could taste it, too, though the taste was not so strong.
She started to moan as he sucked her really hard, and she felt her juices pouring down onto his face in a torrid flood-like way.
"Yes," she was moaning, as she started to thrust herself up and down on his face, and his hands spanked her lightly on the ass.
She began to fondle his cum-heavy balls, lifting them gently in her fingers and rolling the hard nuts around. She loved the way that they felt, the way that they seemed to be churning, preparing a viscous feast for her, heating up the precious fluid.
When she finished coming, she pulled her cunt away from his mouth, then lay on her back and spread her legs.
She didn't really know if he was still sleeping or not, but she did know that his cock would want some hot cunt. He rolled over between her legs and then on top of her. Then she felt his hard cock pressing at the entrance to her steamy hole and she moaned with passion.
"Yes, fuck my brains out, baby," she started to say. "Fuck my brains out."
She could feel the way he was thrusting in and out of her.
His chest was pressed down flat on her tits, and she could feel how confined they were. She was even having some trouble breathing, but really didn't care about it because it was feeling so good.
She started to thrust her pussy up and down against his cock, but he was going so fast and so hard, that soon, she just kept herself down flat on the bed.
He moved his lips to her ear and began to lick and kiss her.
Vonetta knew it was him now, and didn't care.
Though she had been hot for Don before, her husband could fuck her so well at times, that she didn't need anyone, in fantasy, and certainly not in the real world. She loved the way his dick started to throb a long time before he was ready to shoot it into her, and the throbbing was making her clit pulse.
They both started to come together, and as she felt the cream shooting out from his dick, he was moaning softly.
"Yeah, Roxanne, baby," he was saying. "Fucking hot, baby."
She was lost in her passions for a couple of seconds, and didn't really hear what he was moaning. At least not right away.
The pleasure was too great, and her head was spinning. But then, as her breathing began to subside, and she could hear him better, she heard the name.
"Oh, Roxanne. You are just so fucking hot, Roxanne."
She moved her hands to his chest and thrust as hard as she could, pushing him right off her body. He rolled over onto his back, as if he thought he was just going to go right back to sleep, but she wasn't having it.
She stood up and started to kick him in the chest with her bare feet.
"Who the fuck is Roxanne?" she was screaming, and she was crying hysterically and kicking him harder than he even knew it. "Who the fuck is she? Why, you fucking bastard, how the hell can you do that?"
He didn't really know what was happening right away, but he could feel the way his body was being kicked.
He grabbed the foot and pulled it. She fell right on her ass, on the bed. Her feet were across his chest then, and she started to kick them up and down.
That was when Norman finally opened his eyes and sat up.
He grabbed her by her ankles and squeezed very hard.
"Just what the fuck are you doing, woman?" he screamed, and when she kept screaming so hysterically that he couldn't understand, he slapped her. "Now what the fuck are you talkin' about, baby? I don't know."
Vonetta took deep breaths as she tried to tell him how he had been fucking her, andshow had called her Roxanne. He seemed to look shocked when he heard the name, but then, he started to smile.
"Baby, you musta heard wrong. I don't know no Roxanne."
"You fucking liar," she screamed at him, and she grabbed her suit and started to slip into it as fast as she could.
"Where you goin'? " he screamed as she started to walk out.
"I don't know. Gut. Out there. Anywhere. Anywhere where you ain't."
And she slammed the door, then ran out toward the beach, biting her lower hp to try and keep from bursting into tears. And here she been thinking of trying to get this day off to a good start. This vacation, she felt, was off to the most fucked up start possible.
She ran down the beach, tears flooding her eyes, not knowing what to do.
But she'd do something.
CHAPTER FOUR
I ran into that lovely black girl on the beach a few moments ago. Her name is Vonetta."
"Oh, really?" Cheryl asked in a sarcastic tone. "Well, I'd ask you if you had her, but you didn't seem to be out long enough to fuck her." She leered at him, her face beginning to pout. "Oh, I forgot. You could have done one of your famous, if not fabulous three minute quickies, you know?"
"Shut the fuck up," he said. "Can't you forget about anything? Look, the thing I wanted to tell you is that she's really into leopard. I mean, she had a bathing suit that looked like it was made out of the same stuff."
"Really? Talk to me later. I want to sleep."
She rolled over, turning her back on him, and he could see the way she pulled some of the sheet with her, though most of her back and buttocks were revealed. Don loved the way her ass looked, now that she had been out sunning herself and the rest of her body was nice and brown, and her ass was white.
But because of the way she had been acting, deep down, he felt like walking over and smashing his hand down on her ass. It had all happened that morning when they were getting ready to leave Africa.
When Cheryl had gotten up,. she'd gone through her usual morning number of not quite remembering where she was. Because they were in a bed that morning, Africa didn't hit her right away, and she felt that she was home in their own bed. He was sure that was why she had blocked out the events of the previous day.
But she started to lick her way down his crotch, and he could feel the way his cock was rising. She didn't move her tongue to it right away.
Instead, she licked his pubic patch, and his balls, and he could hear the way she was sniffing down near his crotch.
Then, she sucked his cock into her mouth, and as he started to thrust his way up and down, he sensed that Cheryl was not doing what she usually did. She would usually always suck, so he could feel some suction sensation.
She would also use her tongue a lot, and that morning, she didn't.
He started to move his hand down behind her head, and he held her head down, sliding his other hand to her pussy. As she spread her legs, she slid her hand down to her cunt also, before his got there.
She slid her fingers in and out quickly, then let him finger her.
As he felt her starting to come, he could sense that it was not one of her most intense orgasms, but he tried not to think about it. He still held the back of her head with his other hand, and when he started to come, he could feel her just sucking the cream out of him, with about as much enthusiasm as she had had all along.
He was glad she kept his dick in her mouth after he came, and he started to moan softly as he let her head up.
But the second she could pull her head away, and did, she spoke. The angry tone was in her voice before she even came right out and said it.
"Well, did you have a good night last night, Donald?"
"Yes. You were a bit of a cunt, though"
"Really? I'm so glad that you did. Now would you like to tell me what cunt you did not only get over, but in last night?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, not looking directly at her.
He was already beginning to feel some guilt and he didn't like the feeling at all. It made him feel weak and helpless, like a little boy.
"Well, I know I was in something of a shitty mood last night. I know I was not the most pleasant of company. I just got myself smashed. I fell into a deep sleep. I knew you could have easily fucked me and I wouldn't have felt it."
"Just what are you getting at, Cheryl?" he asked her.
"I smelled cunt all over your cock just now, before I started to suck it. And then I felt my cunt. No, it wasn't mine, baby. Mine wasn't filled last night. You didn't take me while I was sleeping. So who the fuck did you fuck?".
He started to scream at her then, thinking it was the best defense.
"You're fucking out of your head, Cheryl. You've never accused me of anything like this before. I don't know why you want to start now."
"Look baby, I can smell the scent of another woman at ten paces, and I was nose to cock with you, if you want to know the truth. I know you were with someone, and I would just like to know who it was.
He started to shake his head, telling her that there was no one. Then she got off the bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door really loud. He knocked on the door, but she locked it, and he could hear her crying. "Cheryl, unlock the door," he said. "Come on. Let me in."
She did, and when he was holding her in his arms, she begged him to tell her who it was, so he told her. When she heard that he really had fucked Frieda, she couldn't believe the way she reacted. First, she started to laugh, and then, she was laughing and crying at the same time. He honestly thought that she was going to have a breakdown on him, because he knew that this was one step toward cracking up. "Well, I'm glad you were honest with me," she said. "Although I don't know how you could find an old cunt like hers attractive."
"Look, she just happens to be a very hot woman, Cheryl. She doesn't go around flaunting it like you do, but when she's undressed and getting it, she's hot."
"Oh, I see? And does that mean you don't want me to flaunt it? I always thought you liked to flaunt it. I always thought that was what got you hard?"
"Don't do this," he said. "Forget it."
"No, baby. I'll never forget it," she said, and he moved his lips to hers to kiss her and try to shut her up.
As he did, he pushed her back against the sink in the bathroom and he started to rub his stiffening dick against her pussy lips. When she was spread for him, he slid his cock into her, and she moaned and sucked his tongue.
Don was so sure she would forget about what happened.
As he fucked her, he could feel the way her pussy was spasming hard around his cock, and he loved it. Each time he thrust in, his cock would rub right over her clit, and she would feel the spasms getting more intense.
When he started to come in her, she was sucking on his tongue even harder, and he could feel her tits rising and falling fast. She was even breathing heavily, getting over the orgasm still, when she told him what she did, in such a cold tone of voice.
"Well, you had one little fling, and I think that I'm entitled to one. I think that would only be fair. I'd hate to think of you as being one up on me. So watch out, Don. You started it, and I'm going to finish it."
"Don't say that, Cheryl. You don't mean it. Do you?" he asked her.
"Just watch. Well, I won't let you watch, but I'll tell you when I see someone interesting and watch you suffer."
He could not believe the way she had said it. She had to be the ultimate bitch when she spoke like that to him, and yet, he still loved her so much. Even when she was looking like pure evil, he loved it.
Sometimes, Don knew, he was fucked up. Why should someone love someone else who did things like that? Why should-he still love her, considering the games that she had been playing on his head now?
When they had been on the plane flying to the island, she had gotten up to go to the bathroom in the back. A few seconds before she got up, a handsome man had been walking to the back. When Cheryl stood, she leaned over and whispered into Don's ear.
"See that man who jusg went back there? Well, I do like him. Maybe if I can get into his booth, I'll go down on him. I think I could easily get into sucking his dick. Maybe if there's enough room, I'll start to sit on his dick. I doubt that there's any way in which he can get on top.
"But I can slide my hot pussy down on his cock and ride him. I hope, if it happens, and he spills his seed into me, that it's enough. After all, it might not be and then I'd have to find someone else.
"But his dick looks like it would be good, either for sucking and fucking. I think I should get back there before he finishes what he's going to do and I don't even have a chance with him. I'll see you in a few minutes. Gr ... maybe a half an hour. Gr ... if he's really good, maybe even an hour."
He had sat there, torn between two feelings. First he was aroused, then she spoke of what she would do, because Cheryl had done all of those things to his dick, many times in his life. He could imagine her mouth around his cock, sucking him off.
But the jealousy came over him, when he knew she was talking about doing another man. Each time she would remind him that it was another man, he would start to turn red, and feel like striking her.
She was gone an awfully long time on the plane, but the man she had been talking about passed by a few seconds after she first left.
When she got back, she smiled at him, then leaned over and licked his ear.
"Don't worry, Don. Nothing has happened. Yet."
The way she added that, "Yet," once again made him think she was a bitch.
He had told her, at one point, when she was playing that number on his head, that maybe he would just fuck around with other women. He thought that might make her jealous, and had the chance to explain that what had happened with Freida, just happened because of the circumstances surrounding it.
But she didn't want to hear about it, and besides, she didn't seem to be upset about his cheating on hers "You did it already. Once you do it once, you might as well fuck everything you can get your dick into," she said sarcastically.
And once again, he reminded her that he loved her, and wanted to marry her.
"If you did, you wouldn't have done that," she told him. "Besides, what if we were married? I couldn't trust you to be faithful."
And no matter how he tried to talk to her about it, she was still a bitch. Last night, she had played the number on his head again.
She was the one who had pointed out the lady in the leopard jump suit, and he had liked the way she looked then, because she was smiling.
"I'll buy you one if you want," he told Cheryl, and she smiled.
"Maybe when we get back home I'll take you up on it. But I wouldn't want to have one down here if she has one."
Cheryl hadn't wanted to dance, and he had asked her. So he walked over and started to dance with the black lady, who was hot.
Don remembered the way the black lady could hardly even stay in her suit. Her tits kept falling out all over the place, and they looked so hot as they were bobbing up and down, while she was just shaking her hot ass.
He didn't even know how many numbers he had danced with her, but when he looked over at one point, Cheryl was not sitting on the chair where he had left her. He didn't think too much about it. He was too high and having too good of a time. When he looked back and saw her, sitting and seeming bummed out, he decided that it was time to go over and leave.
And she'd started it again. As they left, she pointed to a black man, who he now thought could easily be Vonetta's husband, since the man had been sitting and looking like he was bummed out.
"I could have had that one," she said to him. "I think it would be nice to have his big black dick in me. I think it would be nice to suck it first. You know that black men are supposed to have really big dicks. I've never seen a black dick in the flesh, but I wonder just how huge he is.
"I would imagine that my pussy would spread to let him in anyway. I can spread to take in big dicks, though I don't have to spread so much to take in yours. I know it would feel so good with him on me."
"Just shut up," he had said to her, and when they got back to the hotel room and she continued, he had hit her for the first time.
He had not only hit her, but he had raped her.
She wasn't screaming, nor was she trying to protest, but he was so angry that all that excess energy was now surging into his dick. He thrust her down on the bed and ripped her dress off, then rammed himself into her.
It had been a hot fuck for both of them, he thought. He could hear the way that Cheryl was moaning as he was on top of her, and he could feel her large tits heaving up and down as he kept his chest pressed against them.
The first time his dick started to throb in her, he didn't want to come, and he managed to hold back for a long while. Then, when he knew that he couldn't, he started to shoot a thick load into her.
She seemed to love it. She was licking and biting his shoulder, something that he knew she only did when she was at her hottest peak.
It was something which turned him on so much that he almost felt like he would pass out.
The longer he thrust, the more he drained both of them, and she did end up falling asleep while he was still on top of her. '
Don remembered how he had kissed her face all over, feeling so guilty about the way he had slapped her. There was no bruise, but he kissed that part of her cheek over and over again, trying to kiss the pain away.
Now, as he stood there looking at her, he knew what kind of a mood she was in.
She had only said a few words to him before rolling over and going back to sleep, something that seemed to surprise him. But she did have her mask on now, and she didn't know whether it was night or day.
But she had been bitchy and sarcastic, and he suddenly smiled. '
He knew what he was going to do for her, and he ran out, reaching for his wallet, going to the small dress shop he had seen.
He wasn't all that sure of her size, but he described her to the lady working there, and about an hour later, he was dangling it in front of her face.
"Come on, Cheryl, take off the mask and let's go get tanner. I want you to see what I got for you. Come on."
She sat up and pulled the mask up, then looked at the leopard bikini he was dangling in. front of her face. She thought that it looked pretty nice.
She even started to smile, thinking of how close she could feel to a leopard if she was dressed like one. She even reached for it and held it in front of her body, smiling, and even starting to cry a little bit. "Honey, this was a really nice thing to do," she said to him. "I can't believe that you would go out and buy me this."
"I knew you would like it," he said. "I never knew how much into leopard you were', but now that I do, I'll buy you anything you want in leopard."
She started to slide into the bottom part, and hopped off the bed so that she could go and see her reflection in the framed full length mirror. As she turned, she thought that it looked good, and she started to slip into the top.
It seemed a little tight, but she inhaled deeply and managed to clasp it in he back. He thought that she looked absolutely smashing, and told her so.
"In fact, I think it looks better on you than it does on her."
"Her?" she asked, and she turned to him. "Who her?"
"I told you I'd met that black woman earlier today. You remember, the one who had been wearing the leopard jump suit at the disco."
"Right. That I remember. I'm confused about the rest."
"She had on a bathing suit similar to that one you have on," he said.
Suddenly, the look on her face seemed to change completely. What was once a happy look, became a sad one, and then an angry one.
"And you expect me to wear the same kind of suit that some other lady is wearing? This is a small beach area. I don't think we should be dressed the same."
"Hey, come on. What's the difference?"
"I'm not going to wear a leopard suit if someone else is. Anyway, I have a tan line, and I want to keep wearing the same suit. This one will ruin my tanline. Idiot. Don't you know anything like that? Don't you?"
"Well fuck you, Cheryl," he said, and he turned to leave the room. "I mean, I tried to do something nice for you, but you're such a bitch. Fuck you."
He walked outside, taking a towel with him, because this time, he wanted to sleep on the beach. He was lying down for only a few seconds when he heard a voice.
"Hi. How you doin' right now?" Vonetta asked, and when he turned his head and looked, he could see that she was stooping down near him. She patted the sand and spoke. "Do you mind if I sit here for a while?"
"Sure," he said. "It would be nice. I could really enjoy some company right now. Have a seat. I'll give you some towel."
It was a small towel, but Don knew how much he hated it when he had to sit on the sand at a beach, and thought it would be nice to share his towel with her. As she sat next to him, he could feel her hot black flesh rubbing against his thigh.
"You look bummed out now," she said to him, but as he was looking at her hot body, he could see how much her suit really fit her.
There was something very animal-like about this hot, hot lady, and her dark black flesh against the suit looked fantastic. He could see the steady rise and fall of the leopard spots on the bikini part covering her tits.
"I'm feel pretty shitty," he said to her then. "I just bought my girl a suit like yours, because she-likes that leopard look."
"Uh huh," Vonetta said, and she smiled wider.
She was thinking that this man was really quite hot, and it would teach that fuck Norm a lesson if she went out and did it with someone else. She stared at his hairy chest and then at his crotch, and wondered.
Was he turned on by her? It looked like the bulge was getting bigger.
"She threw it back at me. I thought she would like it," Don went on. "But she said that she could never dream of going out on the beach when someone else was wearing the same suit. Isn't that a dumb thing to say?"
"I think so. It's not as if she would have known I'd have the suit, if you hadn't told her. Besides, when you go to a beach, you're always bound to run across someone wearing your bathing suit. There are a lotta people here."
"You mean that there will be," Don said to her, and as they looked around the beach both of them were smiling more.
"It is kinda deserted. Do you think we're the only two early risers?"
"It looks that way. Hey, that's another thing we got in common now."
"What's that?" she asked, licking her black lips with her long red tongue.
"Well, baby, you and the man you're with, your husband, came down here and had a fight, and me and my girl had one. One thing in common. And the second is that we're both early risers, and sun worshippers."
"I love it," she said, moving her lips closer to his face. "In fact, I can bow down to the fucking sun and worship it."
"Fucking sun," he started to say, softly. "Fucking sun. And fucking in the sun. Do you know that's what I wanted to do the most with my girl?"
"I wanted to do that with Norm. Now I'd rather have him fuck the sand, know what I mean? Just to get revenge. Let those little particles of sand slip up his dick. Let them cause him the most intense pain."
She had a most pleasant smile on her face when she said that, and he was really quite confused. But then, she moved her lips right to his, and as they touched, both people felt an incredible heat blazing through their bodies.
He could feel the presence of her tits, now closer to him as she leaned over, and as they were rising and falling even more, he felt them brushing against his chest. It seemed like she was all ready to roll on top of him, but he did the rolling, onto her. '
Their lips were still kissing as Don pressed the weight of his body down on top of hers,' and when he opened his eyes, he loved it.
It was the very first time in his life that he had made love to a black woman, and the fact that her skin was so dark next to his was such a turn-on. He started to moan as she was sliding her arms up and down the sides of his body, and then, he felt her hands sliding into his suit, cupping his buttocks.
He knew it was time to feel her tits. He pulled her bikini top down below them, and then looked at them. Her tits were a much lighter color than the rest of her body, he could tell, but they were still brown.
There was no way anyone could confuse them for being flesh colored.
But they were fleshy, in size, and her nipples were a dark black color. He slid his lips around one of them and started to suck hard, then flicked his tonguy back and forth against the tip of them.
"Yes, this is fantastic," she started to moan. "So fucking fantastic."
He was already thrusting up and down, though both of them had their suits up in front. He loved it. It was almost like fucking a leopard. There was something much more animalistic about this lady, he was thinking, aside from her suit. He knew it had to be the color of her skin.
It was just making him so hot, and the more he kissed her and felt her tits, now pressing against his chest, the more he wanted to fuck her.
"Do you think it will be all right to do it here?" he asked, licking her ear and hearing the way she breathed heavier then.
"I hope to Christ it is, because fuck everyone else if they see," she moaned.
And he thought about that. Well, he knew, he wouldn't have minded if anyone else saw it, except, of course, Cheryl.
He knew that they'd already fought about his fucking one other woman, and he didn't really feel up to anymore fights with her.
However, when he thought about the games she had been playing with his head, he knew that this could be one way to get some just revenge. Let her see me, he thought.
But deep down, he knew he didn't want her to.
For Vonetta, the idea of Norm seeing them didn't matter at all. She knew that her husband might get a little violent, and Don might have to defend himself. But as for Norm getting mad at her for being with another man, well fuck him. He'd said that other name, and Vonetta knew she would bring it up in a second.
When Don heard her say that she wanted to be fucked, right then and there, he moved his hand down to their suits. He slid hers down, just to her knees, then moved his down below his cock and balls. Her hands stayed on his buttocks, in his suit, but she never pushed it down to expose his ass cheeks.
As he started to lower his body, he rubbed his cock head against her cunt lips and rubbed it there. He knew how wet she was, not only because he could feel it, but because of the' way he had been pressing against her before. She had to have been getting wet, with eager anticipation, and now that she was, he was ready to enter her.
He slid his cock deep into her, and started to moan softly.
"Yeah, baby, what a fucking cock," she said back to him. "I love the way that white dick of yours feels in me. You're my very first white man. I hope you don't get upset by my telling you this, Don, but you're my first white man."
"Well, baby, you're my first black chick, and it's true what they say. You are one hot bitch. No offense with that bitch line."
"Hey, baby, it takes more than calling me a hot bitch to offend me. Matter of fact, I knew you meant it as a compliment, and I took it just that way."
He slid his lips back to hers, and started to thrust faster. He was just moving his ass up and down, keeping the rest of his body pressed against her, and he loved the way her hot hands kept massaging his ass.
His buttocks were sweating more than any other part of his body, because his back was sweating, too, but the direct sunlight was drying it up. Her hands caused his ass to sweat, because they blocked the sun, but they felt wonderful, and she worked the sweat into a nice kind of ass massage for him.
When Don felt her fingers sliding up and down his ass crack, it felt even better, and then, she was gently massaging his ass-hole.
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Let's feel you slide a finger in."
"You got it baby. You got anything you want me to do, just as long as you keep moving this fantastic dick in me. I love it."
She started to moan even louder as he rammed it faster. His cock made such fantastic contact with her clit, and he could feel the way her pussy walls started to spasm hard around him a few seconds later. Within a few more seconds, he was sure he would not be able to hold back, but she pulled him close.
"I know we should be rushing this thing, just to try and keep up our pleasures. But baby, I don't wanna do that shit. No way. I wanna take it nice and slow. And if anyone sees, like I said, they'll just get jealous with envy, wishing that they could be in the middle of this nice hot fuck."
She knew that she was talking about Norm, more than anyone else. She kept thinking that it would be fantastic if Norm saw her. Of course, she didn't want anything to happen to Don, but she did want her vengeance on her husband.
When Don's throbbing stopped, she could feel the way he wanted to start up all over again, and she let him. Soon, his dick was throbbing again, and that time, Vonetta could feel her pussy spasming harder.
She started to moan loud, just to let him know.
"Shit, baby, this cunt of mine if overflowing. You can come whenever you're ready, and I do hope to hell that it's real soon. Let's come together."
"Right now," he moaned, and he started to shoot his seed deep into her pussy. He could feel the way his cock was throbbing harder and harder during each successive ejaculation, and he opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was lying there with her eyes shut, licking her hot black lips.
Don could not get over it. With her bikini top pulled below her tits, she looked almost like a leopard, and he just loved it. There was some more animalistic (and hotter) about being with someone who was so much like an animal.
And of course, he meant it in every good sense of the word. She was like one hot fucking animal, burning with an animal's heated desire. !
His cock stopped shooting off in her, but her pussy was still going strong, and as he felt the way she still massaged him, he knew that it would be best to stay right inside of her and feel the warmth of her cunt one last time.
He stayed in her for about three more minutes, and when he rolled over, his dick was still hanging out of his suit.
He lay there, exhausted, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, and then, he felt a hand on his dick.
When he looked up, she was leaning over and pulling his suit up, but she had to take one last feel of his wonderful cock. She pulled his suit right up over it, and then pulled her bikini top over her tits.
That was something which turned him on, for during those few seconds when her tits were hanging out of her suit as she leaned over him, they looked even bigger, and he was thinking that looking at them for another five minutes or so would make him start getting hard all over again. Her tits, he knew, looked so fuckable.
She lay back next to him, pulling up the bottoms of her suit, and then she sighed most contentedly, and purred, too.
"You know, that was wonderful. On the quiet beach, with the sound of the ocean behind us, it was the most far out fucking fuck I've ever had."
"Me, too," he said, but he did wish now that it would have been with Cheryl.
After all, though they had just fought, and he still thought of her as being a number one cunt, he did love her. This woman had just been a trick, and though she'd been a most enjoyable one, it was not as satisfying as Cheryl would have been.
He knew he would not be seeing Vonetta after this vacation, and he couldn't very well talk about his fucking her with Cheryl. If it had been Cheryl, then they would have had one far out memory they could have talked about for years to come.
Don did think that they had a few more days on the island, but he wasn't too sure if he and Cheryl would be doing much fucking. After all, she was in such a foul mood, and she was a foul fuck when she was like that.
He sat up then, and stood up. Vonetta smiled as he started to run to the water, but she stayed out in the sun.
All Don could think about was cleaning himself off. He knew that the sea water would not clean him as well as a shower, but at least the salt might smell a little bit different, and Cheryl would not smell another woman on his dick.
He was pretty sure that Cheryl would not even make a move for his dick, but just in case she did, it was better to try and wash away the smell of another pussy.
The water felt so fucking sensational, he thought. It was getting warmer, now that the sun was getting stronger, and when he was treading water in the deeper part, he looked back at the towel, and thought he was seeing double,
Then he knew it was Cheryl. It was just that near the towel where Vonetta was, a blonde was sitting in the same kind of suit.
He smiled, thinking of how happy he was that she had worn the suit.
After all, he had expected her not to. Then, he wondered what she and Vonetta were saying to each other, and though he was a little bit scared, he got over it. He knew that Vonetta wouldn't say anything about the fucking. She wasn't that dumb.
As he swam toward the beach, then walked toward the towel, he could see Cheryl smiling at him, but he could not see her eyes because of the glasses she had on. She was wearing her darkest sun glasses.
"Well, you look good," he said to her. "I'm glad you decided to get up."
"Me, too," she said, with a sly kind of smile. "I also decided to wear the suit you bought for me, darling. Do you like it?"
"I love it," he said, wondering what this put-on 'darling' shit was about.
And it was about something. For when Cheryl had gotten up, she decided to first go to the beach, but did not put on the suit. When she walked out toward the beach and saw what was going on, she was furious.
She knew he was fucking her. Although she couldn't see much naked flesh, she saw this nigger bitch's hand in Don's suit, and saw the way he was thrusting up and down. Then, when he lifted his chest, she saw the nigger bitch's tits, and was pissed.
Then when he rolled off, and she moved her hand down to his cock to pull his suit back up, she wanted to kill him.
Instead, she put her leopard suit on, and walked out to the beach. She could see that he was in the water, and decided to first say hello to the black lady.
She introduced herself, but more than anything else, she wanted to know where the woman's husband was. Although she didn't know if he was the man in the disco, for sure, she did know something.
She wanted him, and was going to have him. If for no other reason, then to get some revenge on Don for being such a shit.
She could tell that he was a little bit suspicious of her, but she didn't care. She continued with her sweetness act, until they heard a voice, and when she looked over, she could see a black animal of a man, calling to Vonetta. He wasn't that close to where they were, but she could see what was around his waist.
He had on a bikini bathing suit, that was made of a leopard like fabric. From the distance, she thought he looked more like an animal, and if there had been any doubt in her mind that she wanted him, there was none now. '
The wet dripping in her pussy was telling her, before he even approached.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You were very nice today," he said to Cheryl much later, when the sun was no longer at its strong peak, and they were in their bedroom, relaxing.
"Thank you," she said, looking at her color development.
She stared at herself in the mirror, still wearing the leopard suit which she just happened to love now. She pulled it down in the front just a little bit, and saw that the difference in color between the sun exposed skin, and the skin under the suit was just fantastic. A few more days, she thought, and I'll be as dark as that nigger man.
The main reason why the lovely blonde adored the suit was because it had been a good conversation piece when Norm had come over to sit with them.
As soon as he had thrown his towel down and sat, he said something about the fact that Cheryl had this kind of suit on, and Cheryl started to smile. She told him she had just got it and felt like an animal in it.
The whole time, she was looking at his skimpy suit. His leopard colored suit was closer in color to hers, rather than the man's wife's suit, and she felt really good about that. The fact that they hit it off pretty well as a foursome was nice, too, and that came about because they talked about the disco last night.
Cheryl and Norm had both hated the idea of going. Don and Vonetta had loved it.
In the end, they had decided to go out for dinner together, and now Cheryl wanted to rest for a little while, so she would be up and ready for the night's events. As she lay down, still in her suit, she moaned softly.
"Isn't the sun so strange, Don? You can lie out in it and do nothing, and yet, you're still drained when the day is over."
He was naked on the bed next to her, and as he rolled over to lay his hand across her belly, she felt his stiff dick.
"It does really drain you," he said to her. "Of all your energy."
"I know. But I can feel that you're not drained at all."
She slid her hand down to his cock and stroked the slit. She could feel a few drops of come there and started to rub them all over his thick cock head. As she felt the way his dick throbbed a little bit, she moaned softly.
"Mmmmm, baby, that feels nice. How about fucking me?"
Don could not believe it. He had been thinking of asking her what put her in such a good mood that day, but knew that if he even started to bring it up, her mood could change all over again, and she could go back.
So, instead, he slid his hand into her suit, then slid her suit all the way down. Actually, he moved it around her ankles, and she kicked it off, then spread her legs really wide. When he looked at her cunt, he moaned.
"You look even more beautiful with this tan," he said. "You're so dark here, and then you're so white here, and then there's all of this blonde hair. I think that you look so fucking lovely, baby. So fucking lovely."
He slid his palm over her cunt patch, then slid his fingers into her pussy. He knew how wet she was once his fingers were in her, and he started to wiggle her stiff love button back and forth, rather fast.
When that happened, Cheryl closed her eyes and thrust up. She could see an image of him, and it was not Don. She could see Norm, dressed from head to toe in leopard, with the crotch cut away so his cock and balls would be hanging out.
She could see him smiling, in an animal-like way, and she could see his hard dick bobbing up and down. It was, she knew, the closest she could ever come to a real leopard, only because a real leopard could be dangerous.
She knew that from her African experience, though she wasn't ready to forgive Don for what happened back there.
As he started to roll on top of her, she could feel his cock rubbing over her cunt lips, and she felt the pleasure flowing through her even more. Then, he started to thrust deep into her, and she could feel the way her whole body was swelling with a great pleasure, because Don could fill her.
It was her fantasy that was really keeping her going, though.
She could feel the dick moving in and out of her, and she started to moan loud as she thought about her animal lover doing it to her.
She knew that his cock would feel so sensational, and she wasn't even thinking of doing it with him so much for revenge now. She was thinking of doing it because she wanted him for his animal ways.
"Yeah, baby, you're so hot," Don started to moan in her ear, and she could feel the way his balls slapped against her buttocks each time that he thrust in deep. She could feel the heat of his cock blazing through her body, making her clit tingle.
And she wanted to forget that it was him, but he kept talking.
"Cheryl, you know how much I love you," he said to her. "I would love it if you wanted to marry me. You know it would be good for us."
"No, baby," she moaned to him. "Just shut up, please. Just let this fuck go on and let me try and get into it. I don't want you to talk."
"Oh, but your pussy feels so good," he was moaning. "I love the way you feel when you spasm around me. I love the way you feel, even more, when you're coming and the wet juices are rolling all over my dick."
"Is it as good as she was today on the beach?" she asked.
He stalled just a moment too long, although, even if he had not, there was no way he would be able to deny it to her. When she looked at his face, she could tell from his expression that he was upset.
"Cheryl, let me explain," he started to say to her. "You see, I ... "
"I know. You got mad at me for whatever happened today. But that was no reason to go off and fuck this lady. But let me tell you something now, Don. I want you to help me, and I know that you're going to."
"Help you what?" he wanted to know, and she laughed.
"I want Norm. I want him because he's like an animal. I want to feel that hot black dick of his inside of my cunt. I don't know if he's any bigger, but I imagine that he will be good because of his color. Does it feel different with a black lady?"
"I don't want you talking about this," he told her.
"Tough shit, Don. I want to know, because I'm going to have Norm and I'm going to have him tonight. You're going to help, in fact. You're going to help me to get his dick in me. To get that big black dick in me."
"Help? Are you out of your mind, Cheryl? I don't want you to."
"Number one, you have no choice. T deserve it. You've fucked two different women this trip, you scumbag. And number two, if you don't, I'm going to tell him all about what happened between you and his wife. What do you think of that?"
He had stopped thrusting in and out of her, though his cock was still very much inside of her. He thought that she was such a cunt to be talking like this, and he was a little bit surprised that he stayed hard in her.
After all, when you wanted to kill someone, you shouldn't be turned on.
He started to fuck her harder and faster, and she laughed.
"It won't work, Don,' she said to him. "I have made up my goddamn mind. I am very determined to have him, and this is how."
And she started to tell him that they would go dancing that night again, and that she wanted him to dance with Vonetta for a while, so she could have Norm in the bathroom. When he heard that, he was so shocked. He had never heard Cheryl talk this way before, and although it turned him on to hear her talk dirty, when she was not talking about getting dirty with him, it was disturbing.
He continued to thrust in and out of her for the longest time, but he was having so much trouble bringing himself off.
Cheryl seemed to know it, and even said something to him. She said it with a very sly tone to her voice, which made him so angry.
"What's the matter, Don?" she asked. "You're too upset thinking about what I want? Is that why this fuck is taking forever?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked her.
"It seems to me that you can come fast when you want to. But this is the longest fuck that I've ever had with you. It's taking you forever to come, and I can only imagine that you're thinking of me with that big black dick in me, in my mouth, and then in my hot pussy. I imagine it's not doing much to turn you on."
"Shut up, you bitch," he told her, and she just laughed hysterically, which made it even worse for him. Then, there was anger flooding through him, He could feel it flowing through every fiber of his body, and it all ended up in his dick. He started to pump his cock in and out of her faster and faster, and soon, he could feel the way his dick was throbbing.
As he started to shoot his load into her, she had her mouth open and was moaning loud. She screamed out his name to let him know how much she was loving it, and he could feel the way her cunt was spasming around him.
When he rolled off her, she slid out of the top part of her suit, then rolled onto her side, her back to him, and started to sleep.
A few hours later, when it was night, they awoke. The two of them showered together because there would be no time for each to do it alone, and then they dressed.
Cheryl wore a see-through blouse with no bra, and a tight pair of slacks that hugged every curve of her hips and buttocks. He wore a sports shirt and slack, and when they arrived at the restaurant for dinner, she was shocked.
This evening, Norm was wearing a leopard skin jump suit. '
He looked so fucking hot that Cheryl wanted to take him under the table. The idea of slipping right under and taking his hot black dick between her lips was already starting to make her pussy tremble with desire. '
"My wife told me you were a leopard freak," he said to her at one point during the meal. "I hope you like my suit."
"Love it," she said, and she thought that she was gonna get her pussy fucked by a nice hot leopard this evening, then turned to smile at Don.
"Oh darling," she said to him, "you do remember what we talked about back in the room, don't you? Well, I am one hundred per cent serious."
"What's that you talked about?" Vonetta asked, and she smiled.
"Well, Vonetta," Cheryl said, "Last night I wasn't into dancing, but tonight I wanna dance the night away. I was kinda hoping that you and Norm would want to go."
"Sure," Vonetta said, but she could tell that Norm wasn't too happy about the idea, and gave him a dirty look.
Cheryl could tell that Norm was not too happy about the idea, either, so she slid her hand up his leg, and rested it on his crotch, squeezing the thick black piece of meat that she could feel underneath.
"Come on, Norm. What do you say?" she asked him. "It could be fun."
Norm smiled and shook his head, and Vonetta was the only one of the four who was surprised at his change of mind. Don sure as hell knew, but he wasn't going to say anything to the black woman about it.
They were very high when they finished their dinner, because of all the wine that they had when they were eating, and after they left the restaurant, Norm pulled out two thick joints which they smoked.
That evening, they decided to go to a different ,disco. There were only two on the island, and since they had been to the other one the night before, it was only fitting that they go to this one now.
Cheryl danced her way in, the music moving right to her feet, and she heard Norm ask her to dance, so the two of them did. As she was dancing with him, she could not help but get turned on, for it was like dancing with a leopard man.
She decided to dance in an even hotter way, almost fucking him right on the floor. She began to grind her hips against his, and she could soon feel the way his dick was pulsing in his pants. She knew he was hard as a rock.
He was even strong enough to lift her up, and there was one point when she had her legs wrapped around his waist, and he was flinging her all over the place. She felt like she was getting it right there, and soon had to take a break.
They walked back to the table where Vonetta and Norm were sitting. She had to laugh as they ordered drinks, telling the foursome that they just could not seem to get their shit together at all when it came to dancing.
"Last night one wife and one husband was into it, and tonight the others are. I don't know why you don't get up to dance, Don."
But he gave her a look. It was one of those, "You know why, you bitch," looks.
Still, she didn't let it bother her. Cheryl just had her drink, and then when she wanted to be alone with Norm, she said it direct.
"Don, go dance with Vonetta now. f know you both want to."
Vonetta started to shake her head no, to let Cheryl know that she was not in the mood, but Cheryl glared at Don, and broke his will.
"Come on, Vonetta," he said. "I had a great time last night with you."
"All right. I do kinda like this number. It makes my feet move."
And soon, the two of them were on the dance floor. Cheryl could see the way Norm was watching them, and she slid her hand right up his thigh again, and moved her lips to his ear, whispering gently and blowing warm air into his ear.
"Let's go fuck somewhere right this second," she moaned.
"What?" he asked her, rather surprised at her forward manner.
"You heard me. Baby, you turn me on. Come on with me now."
She stood up and waited for him to stand up. Then, she walked right toward one of the bathrooms and opened the door.
It was the ladies room and she looked in to make sure that no one was there. When she was positive that it was empty, she pulled him in and then pushed the door closed, pushing him back against it, as there was no lock on it.
The moment her lips were pressed against his, her crotch was pressing against his, too.
She could feel how stiff his dick was, and she slid right down to her knees and opened the zipper of his jump suit.
She reached in and pulled his dick right out, within a second.
. It was one of the largest cocks she had ever seen in her life, and as she slid her hand up and down his wonderful shaft, she could see a drop of come at the slit. The come turned her on so much, because it was white, but his dick was dark brown.
Cheryl slid her lips around it, then started to move them down the shaft. She knew how huge he was when she was deep throating him, because it was so hard to take his cock in her throat. He was so fucking thick, she thought.
But when she looked up at him, and saw him in leopard from his neck down to his dick, then down to his legs, it was like a dream come true. She was sure that a leopard even had a dick this color, because she really didn't think the cock was spotted.
Norm had such heavy hanging balls, too. She cupped them in her hand and felt their weight. Then, she could feel a heat blazing from them, and she adored the way that it felt. She started to moan so loud.
By that time, he was pumping his dick in and out of her mouth, although she slid her hand to the base of his cock because she did not want his cock head in her throat each time he moved it in deep.
Of course v she knew how much he loved having his cock head in her throat, so she did let him in once in a while. She could feel his cock head penetrating her throat each time that she pulled her hand away, but it was still quite nice.
When he was about to come, she felt him pulsing so hard.
Then, she did slide her hand to the base of his cock and she started to pump him while her lips and tongue worked over his cock head.
"Yeah, baby, take this load," he moaned, and as she felt the cream shooting onto her tongue, she was opening her pants and sliding her hand in.
She could feel how wet her pussy was, wet since the moment she had seen him in his leopard, and she started to play with her clit. Keeping her eyes closed just a little bit, it was almost like having the leopard right in front of her.
She could feel the come landing all over her tongue, and since she just loved the taste of it, she kept him in her mouth for a long time, without swallowing all of his come, so she could have some to play with.
His cock stayed hard, and she was quite thrilled about it.
As she stood up, she slid out of her pants and panties, then turned around so she was backed up against the wall.
"We'll have to do it standing," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me so bad, leopard man. But we have to lean against the door because someone might walk in."
He looked at her and smiled slyly, licking his lips with his red tongue.
He rubbed his cock against her cunt lips then and rammed himself in. As he did, she was lifted up off the floor by his big meaty hands, and ended up wrapping her hot legs around his buttocks to keep him in.
Cheryl did not want him to move right away, for she could feel the way his cock was almost ripping her apart. It was one of the thickest dicks she had ever come across in her life, and much as she loved it, it hurt.
When she loosened her leg lock, he started to thrust in and out of her, and she could feel him doing it. '
But there was something very wrong. Though he was her leopard man, he was more man than leopard. He moved his lips to her ear and started to whisper, telling her how much he loved the feeling of her cunt.
His tongue was flicking in and out of her ear, and though the heat from it was quite fantastic, it was detracting from her fantasy, too, because no animal would have done something like that to her.
"Sssh," she moaned softly. "Just let me feel it. Don't talk."
"Hey, baby, this is the way I do things," he moaned to her. "This is the way that I've always loved doing it, and you ain't gonna change me."
She wanted to keep telling him to shut up, to tell him that she was going with some kind of a fantasy, because it was the only thing keeping her going. That each time he spoke and reminded her that he was a man, his cock would be hurting her even more, because as it was, he was hung like a horse. '
But he was into his thrusting, and as he kept moving, she could feel the way her pussy started to spasm so hard.
His balls whacked her in the ass each time that he thrust in, and she could feel that hurting her a little bit, too.
Then, just as his cock was throbbing, and the pain was the most intense because he was just spreading her more, she felt him moving his lips to hers. She knew that he had a hot looking mouth.
But that did not mean Cheryl wanted him to be kissing her.
He even turned out to be something of a good kisser. She could feel him working with his tongue right away, flicking it in and out of her mouth. He seemed a little bit surprised that she did not suck on it, as she did not.
There was a reason for that. She did not want him to be kissing her, and she thought that if she did not respond to the kiss, it would turn him off and make him stop. That didn't happen at all, because he Was getting into the kiss too much.
It was working for him, in fact, making his cock throb even harder.
As Norm started to shoot into her, she groaned, and it was a groan filled with a kind of pain that only she knew she was feeling. After all, he had heard women making noises like that when they were at their peak, and she was already quite wet, and his come was making her wetter so he didn't really know if she was coming anymore.
It felt so fucking great for him though, that he decided to pound his dick in and out of her for the last few strokes.
As he rammed it, and his groin was slapping against her cunt, she could feel pain for those last few seconds. She could feel, in fact, the way her legs were starting to get weaker and weaker, and when he lowered her to the floor, she could hardly even stand on her own, needing his support for a while.
He helped her dress, and when they both were sure that they looked proper, they both stepped out of the bathroom.
Unfortunately, Vonetta and Don had finished their dance, and she was looking around the room for her husband and Cheryl just as the door opened and they stepped out. The moment they walked to the table, she glared at the two of them.
She stood up and slapped her husband across the face.
"So, first it's with some bimbo named Roxanne, and now it's her. You fucking bastard, Norm. You fucking bastard. How could you?"
"I wanted it," Cheryl said. "Don't be mad at him. I wanted it. Why the hell do you think I wanted you and Don to dance?"
Vonetta glared at Don, who started to shake his head and explain the threat that Cheryl had laid on him. He did not go far. For one thing, he knew that if he mentioned the threat, Norm would know about the two of them. And for another, Vonetta just screamed out, interrupting him and most of the dancers.
"I don't give a damn why you did it, you bastard," she said. "The thing is, you did it. I hope we don't run into you two anymore."
Vonetta ran right out of the disco. Norm just smiled at Cheryl, then turned and ran out behind his wife, leaving the two white people there all alone.
"So, was it good?" Don asked her, although he didn't want to know.
"Fantastic," she said, lying. "But not quite as good as I thought it would be."
"You bitch. It wasn't as good, and look what happened. They were nice people."
"Aw, poor Donny. Maybe you're upset because you wanted her again. Well, we won't be seeing them anymore, or if we will, they won't want to have anything to do with us. So you won't get her, and I won't get him. Tough shit."
CHAPTER SIX
Don could not take his eyes off the dancer, swinging above his head. There was a net separating him from the acrobatic disco dancers above him, and though his feet were moving slowly, not even in step, he was looking up.
"Hey, Don, look at me when you dance with me," Patty said to him.
He looked at her for a second. She seemed pretty hot as she was moving to the music, for she was wearing a T-shirt top that said "I am an Independent Woman" but she had no bra on underneath, so her tits were doing a dance by themselves.
He started to smile as he watched the movement of her nipples, but there was no sign in his crotch of him getting turned on.
That made him feel shitty. He'd only been seeing her for about a week, and she was already starting to be a downer.
He looked back up at the leopard lady. In fact, there were four dancers, and all of them were dressed in leopard, though she was the only female. The men looked good in their leopard clothing, but he wasn't interested in them. '
It was the first time he started to think about Cheryl in weeks.
Well, he knew, actually not the first time. He had thought about her a little bit each day, but during the last few days, he'd tried to think about her less and less. It was over between them, he kept telling himself.
And he had thought, months back when he suggested the vacation, that it would end up bringing them together. He had even agreed on Africa for her, because she wanted to go there so desperately. That had not worked out.
He knew there was tension, even more so after her thing with Norm. Her reaction to the black couple's walking out of the disco had really pissed him off. She just hadn't given a shit, even though Vonetta seemed really troubled.
That night, back in their room, he had told her about Vonetta and the way the woman was already upset about her husband cheating with another girl. '
"Then she shouldn't be so upset to find out he cheated with me. He's been doing it, obviously, so it's no big surprise."
"She wasn't sure. She didn't know for sure, and now she does."
"Who cares? Look, you two fucked. Doesn't that nigger have any feelings about him? She fucked another man. Well, another part-man."
"Part-man?" he asked her, and she started to look at him with such hate.
"Well, I did get another dick tonight, and it was all man."
He could not believe she was starting to say shit like that, and she went on. She told him how much she had loved that nigger cock in her pussy, almost the same way in which she had been taunting him on the plane, and with other men, when she told him that she was going to want them. But that time, he had known she'd had the man, and she went into complete detail, almost describing the dick down to the vein that ran along the underside, describing the feeling of the pulsing, and the feeling of fulfillment.
That pissed Don off so much. It was as if she was telling him that he never satisfied her, which he knew to be total bull, but which she seemed to be implying more and more. Finally, when she told him that she might have come with this man for the first time in her life, he slapped her hard.
The slap sent her reeling back onto the bed, and when she sat up and looked at the red bruise on her cheek, she was all fired up, and cursing.
That night, he raped her again, but that time, he tied her up, because when he was first sitting on her chest, she kept hitting him with her arms. He slapped her across the face at least ten times in succession, and she could feel the burning in her cheeks. Don had been doing it to knock the energy out of her.
It did not work, however. For even when she seemed to be totally drained, all he'd have to do was pause a second, and she'd be spitting and fighting. He took his belt off and wrapped it around her wrists, then tied the end to the bedpost.
When she threatened to scream rape, which he knew she would, he took a pillow and stuffed it over her face, covering only her mouth and neck. He wanted her to be able to breathe, and she'd incensed him so much that he feared he might kill her.
For Don, it turned out to be a hot fuck. He didn't think, as he was ripping off her slacks and panties, about the juices in her cunt, and the way they had come from another man. Instead, he just thought that this was a hot, wet bitch, and it would be so much easier to fuck her because she was wet.
He rammed his cock into her, and started to slam fuck her. That is, he didn't thrust gently even once. Each time he pulled back, he'd have a determined look on his face, as if he was already contemplating just ,how hard he was going to ram his dick into her pussy, and then, he would ram it hard.
She started to cry at one point. He could see the tears rolling from her eyes, down her cheeks, onto the pillow stuffed against her mouth, and he started to laugh at her when that happened.
"Hah! Don't think your tears are gonna move me this time, you fucking bitch. Don't think that your tears are gonna do a thing for me."
And they didn't, except maybe they added some anger to his fucking. He was outraged over the fact that she thought her tears could keep him from hurting her, particularly after she had said all those things about him.
Her hurt had come from her words. His was coming physically.
Deep down, Don had been wondering who was getting hurt the most. Her physical wounds would heal, he knew, but the ones he would be thinking about, because of what she had said to him, probably never would heal.
When he felt his dick throbbing in her the first time, he didn't even try to slow down. He kept moving his cock, slamming and fucking her, until he knew that he would not be able to hold back another second.
She was moaning by then, her moans muffled in the pillow.
He knew it was because she sensed that he was about to come, and Don did something for the first time, because he knew it would bother her. Just as he was about to come, 'he pulled his dick out of her pussy.
He started to jerk himself off, and his come was flying all over her cunt patch and belly. He pushed her blouse up a little bit and shot some come onto her tits, and then, he pressed his body down on hers. As he pulled the pillow away, she was still moaning a little bit, from the fucking, but she was angry as well.
"You bastard," she said to him. "So this is what it's come down to. Maybe we should just call the whole fucking thing off."
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked her.
"I'm talking about this being our last vacation together, because it's also going to signal the end of our relationship. Got it?"
"Do you mean to tell me that it's over between us?"
"That's it, Don. If you're tying me up now, who the fuck knows what you're gonna be doing to me when we get back? I don't like it."
And he had untied her then, and she insisted on sleeping on the couch, because there was only one bed and-she didn't want to be in it with him.-
Of course, Don had been very upset about that, and the next day, she was all packed and insisting that he call the airlines to change their reservation and get them on a plane, out of there that afternoon.
He stayed. They decided it would be better. That way, she could go to his place and take her stuff out, whatever she had there.
Don had been hoping she would change her mind, and on the plane home, he'd been expecting to find her coffee maker in his place, as well as her hair dryer and other things that she usually left there. '
But when he arrived, none of it was there, and when he tried to call her, there was her tape message. He left a message, but she never called, so he called her a few more times, and when she didn't answer any of those times, that was it.
So, he'd been dating many women, but each time he would meet a new one, he would look at her and think about Cheryl.
When he had met Patty, he thought she would make him feel fantastic. She had long blonde hair, like Cheryl had, and she was really hot. The first time they went to bed together, she had been into anything and everything.
When he was fucking her cunt, she was moaning really loud, telling him just how good a fucker he was, and then, she started to tell him that she wanted to feel his dick working her hot ass over.
Don had only fucked a couple of asses in his life, but he loved fucking them because they were much, much tighter than your average pussy. He started to eat her ass to get it wet, and when it was just dripping with his saliva, oozing out of her in fact, he rammed his dick into her hot ass-hole.
Patty had loved it. She was on her back getting his cock up her ass, and he could feel the way his dick was throbbing.
When he looked at the lovely blonde and saw her tits heaving up and down, that was hot, and then, he slid his hand to her pussy and began to massage her clit as gently as he possibly could, wiggling it back and forth.
Soon, she was coming hard in the cunt. He felt it because of the way her clit was working, and then, when she was coming, her ass was spasming so hard. Don thought that he wouldn't be able to hold back.
But he did, because he stopped thrusting and waited for her ass spasms to subside, and once they did, he started up again.
He could feel the way her hot ass stayed nice and wet, and just as he was throbbing and ready to shoot off, she moaned her loudest.
"Yeah, baby. I want to feel that come shooting into me. I wanna feel it filling me. I wanna feel my ass filled, Don. Do it."
When he came inside of her, it was like heaven on earth, except for one thing. He closed his eyes, and he could see Cheryl.
It was a truly sensational feeling, he knew, but when he thought about Cheryl, it was almost like he was with her, and opening his eyes, only to discover that it was not his girl at all, but another girl, bummed him out.
Of course, he tried not to let Patty know, and she didn't seem to sense it.
After that, he decided to try and think about Cheryl as little as possible, but fucking Patty's ass didn't really make up for the girl he had lost. True, Patty knew how to do so many tricks that Cheryl could not do, but he still didn't like her as much.
When he saw the leopard lady swinging above his head, he couldn't stop thinking about Cheryl. Everything was coming back to him. He remembered the leopard in the jungle and the way she had been turned on, then the leopard suit.
The girl, he told himself, was leopard crazy, and that was sick.
When he told himself that, it made him feel better. After all, to think about losing a girl could be a bummer, but to think that you lost a girl because the girl was just fucked up, made you feel a little bit better.
Still, he was getting hot for the leopard lady above him.
He thought about Vonetta, and how she had looked in her leopard jump suit. He had been getting so hard when Vonetta had been dancing.
Just then, he started to dance off the floor, and Patty followed him.
"I'm going up to the bathroom," he said to the blonde girl. "I'll see you in a couple of minutes. Is that all right?"
"Sure," Patty said. "The place is swarming with hot men. I'll have fun."
He smiled at her. Deep down, he wouldn't have minded if she met some hot man who was going to take her home that night.
He thought that Patty would never do anything like that, but he wouldn't have minded the idea of it, because he wouldn't have minded going home alone.
He started to walk up the stairs so he could see the acrobatic performers at the same level that they were working at, and when he sat at a table, and stared at the black-haired beauty, she caught his eye.
He winked at her, and she winked back, then shook her leopard clad ass for a few seconds, to let him know she was interested.
So was he. He sat there the whole time that they were performing, and when they started to leave so other dancers could come on, she walked right up to him.
"Did you enjoy the show, Mister?" she asked, in a Puerto Rican accent.
"It was very nice. You're very nice," he told her.
"Would you like to buy a very nice girl a-drink? I think you could even buy yourself this very nice girl, if you're interested."
He started to smile at her. He had thought that a person couldn't make too much money doing what she did, and now he knew for sure. She also had a side line business, and when he smiled, so did she.
"I would only like you in leopard," he said to her.
"There's a zipper right in front of this outfit. Right here."
She slid her hand down to the zipper, and even pulled it down, then spread it open so he could catch a glimpse of her thick black patch and juicy red lips. She closed the zipper almost as fast as she opened it.
"Anything more is gonna cost you," she said to him, and he took a wad of bills out of his pocket, and asked her how much.
She smiled, then reached for a ten and a five.
Then, she took his hand and started to lead him down a hall, toward a small room. It turned out to be an extra coat room, which the disco would open when the place got too crowded. Right now, all they needed was the coat room downstairs, and so there was no one in this, but she had the key.
She opened the door and they stepped inside. The moment it was closed, she moved her lips to his and kissed him hard.
He slid his hands up and down her leopard outfit, then started to cup her hot buttocks through the material. He could feel her hot buttocks, and he could also feel a hell of a lot of heat from her kissing.
She was using her tongue like a pro, something which turned him on at first, and then turned him off. After all, thinking about her as a pro made him remember what a real whore she was, and it was no fun.
Don pulled away from her then, and got down on his knees. He pulled the zipper down and spread it as wide as he could. Now he could see her black patch, and her red cunt lips, so he started to lick her.
She was moaning really loud, and the moment his tongue made contact with her clit, he felt her starting to come. Don sucked as hard as he could, feeling the way the juices flowed out of his mouth, onto his tongue. He licked some of the cream off her cunt walls, too, she was tasted wonderful.
Then, he started to stand up, and he pulled his cock out of his pants.
There was a folding chair leaning against the wall. He pushed her onto the chair, once it was opened, then entered her.
The moment he was in her, he was loving it, but when she started to moan about how good he felt, he didn't like it all that much. For one thing, he knew that an animal would not talk, the way that she was.
For another, he couldn't help but think that she was saying it all because she wanted more money from him. He didn't know if she expected a tip or what, but she was a working girl, and she would be saying these kinds of things.
His dick did feel good, though. She had a nice hot pussy, and as he looked at her, taking her all in, he noticed the tail on her costume. He started to rub it over her face, and she kept moaning softly.
It was an incredible turn-on. He felt as if he was fucking a real animal, and there was something great about it.
Don could not get over it, as a matter-of-fact, and when he thought of how nice it was to be fucking a leopard lady,, his cock started to throb a little bit. He slowed down only because he didn't want to come right away, but he had to keep thrusting because of the way she kept talking.
"Oh, I wanna feel it real soon. I gotta. I gotta go and change real soon, sir. They only dance for a while, and I gotta be in my flag costume soon. Hurry."
So Don knew that he was going to have to fill her pussy with his come within a matter of moments, and when the urge was so great that he could not hold back, he started to come, closing his eyes as he did.
She purred a bit, sounding very much like an animal, and when he opened his eyes to look down at her, and saw her through blurred vision as his eyes were growing adjusted to the light, she was, indeed, a leopard.
His come started to fill her, and he loved every second of it. He kissed her all over her neck, and could hear the way she moaned softly.
He kept thrusting until he had drained himself, and when he slid out of her, she was rubbing her pussy and moaning softly.
"Wow, what a fucker," she was moaning. "What a hot fucker,"
He knew she was saying that to get him to tip her, but he didn't care. He was sure that she said it to everyone. There was only one thing he wanted to know. '
"Where did you get the costume? I mean, is there a store where you can buy them or were they made? Or what? I have to get one."
"They have them over on Forty-fifth Street," she said. "At this little costume store right off of Broadway. You can get it there."
"Thanks," he said to her, and he started to stand and leave.
"Hey, wait," she screamed out to him, and he was expecting her to come right out and ask for a tip, as he turned back. But when he did, she just laughed and pointed right between hiss legs. "I really think you look cute that way, baby, but I don't know if they'd like you running around the place with your dick hanging out."
He stuffed his cock right back into his pants, and smiled at her. When he thanked her and she said anytime, he loved it.
Don ran right downstairs and looked through the five different rooms until he found Patty talking with another blonde girl. He grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her as hard as he could, talking at the same time.
"Come on, baby," he was saying. "You and I have to go and get this costume, and then we're gonna go home and have ourselves a hot time in the old town tonight."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cheryl was feeling pretty shitty herself. Ever since she and Don had broken up, something which was not bumming her out, she had been meeting a bunch of men who didn't turn her on at all, but they had one thing in common.
Most of them were willing to carry out her leopard fantasies.
As soon as she had returned from the island, she had gone out and bought a leopard leotard, something that could fit a man. She had cut three holes in it, two small ones on the chest for the nipples, and one large one in the crotch so a man could have his cock and balls hanging out.
Then, she had gone out to look for some willing men.
Her first night back, she picked up some hot looking black man. When she wanted him to put on the costume, he got really pissed. He told her that he couldn't fuck in some stupid-ass" costume, and even after she showed him that she had cut a place for his cock and balls, he wasn't interested.
"Then get out," Cheryl had said to him, and he wouldn't leave.
In fact, when she insisted that he leave, or if he wanted to stay he would have to get dressed the way she wanted him to, he started to hit her. He pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together with the stretchy leotard material, and then he pushed her back on her bed.
He spread her legs wide, yanking them apart, and moved his lips to her pussy. As he was eating her, she was coming, but she still hated it. She started to curse at him, and he slapped her across the face, harder than Don had.
After that, Cheryl knew her best bet was to relax and try to enjoy him, so she stopped protesting and closed her eyes.
As he ate her, her juices were flowing, and then he slid his way up her body and started to move his cock into her. He was not as big as the last black man she had fucked, but he was a decent enough size. '
What he was not, was a good fuck. She could feel him thrusting in and out of her at a nice steady rate, but he was not turning her on. She started to think of her one leopard fuck, with Norm, and that helped her get a little bit turned on.
Then, part of her started to think of Don, and the way he would dress in leopard if she could get him to do it. Of course, she was also thinking that there was no way they would be getting together again, either.
She wouldn't have it. Not after what he did to her.
Still, she knew, he would at least be willing to go along with her fantasy, more than the man fucking her.
When he started to throb inside of her pussy, she was happy because she knew that he would be coming really soon, and did want to get it over with. His cock started to fill her up, and soon, he was pulling out.
He untied her after he got dressed, and then he started to leave.
"You are one fucking sick bitch," he said to her, and he left her in tears.
A few nights later, she went out to try and pick up another man, and she picked up a white man, who was more than willing to get into the costume. She thought that he looked really hot, looking like a leopard with his dick sticking out. In fact, the moment he was dressed that way, she started to go down on him.
She took his hard fat cock into her mouth, and started to move her lips up and down the shaft. She could feel the way he was pulsing less than a few seconds after she had been working him over, and she hoped he wouldn't come too fast.
When he started to, she sucked his dick dry, licking all of the cream out of his cock, working the head over with her tongue so that he moaned louder.
Then, he wanted to fuck her, but he wanted to enter her from behind.
It was good, at first, but then, she noticed that she wasn't really feeling that much with him inside of her. She slid her hand to her cunt and started to play with herself while his cock was working her over.
It felt all right when that happened, she thought, but it was still not as good as she knew it would be with someone better.
Then, she had an idea, and she pulled herself away from him for a few seconds. Cheryl walked toward her closet door and opened it, so that the mirror on the outside was in a position where she would be able to see it.
The next time she lay down, face forward, she did it so she could look right at the mirror, and see her leopard entering her from behind. The man started to rub his cock against her pussy lips, then he rammed himself in deep and hard.
The thing' was, the second time he started to fuck her cunt, he was slapping her ass, something that she could have easily done without. In fact, she even asked him to please stop what he was doing, but he wouldn't, and when she tried to push him off her, he only got ten times more aggressive.
Soon, he was coming in her, and by that time, her body was pressed down flat on the bed, because he was really forcing himself into her.
She was groaning when he was coming, and she wished to hell that He hadn't been so rough with her in the end.
That night, after he left, leaving the leopard leotard with her, she sat down and started to think. If she had been with an actual leopard, she knew it would be hot, but that would also have to be impossible.
There was no way they could make an animal do something like that to her. Also, Cheryl knew, even if the beast was drugged, like the one in the jungle, there was always a chance of getting clawed, and she didn't want to risk it.
But, she thought, if she would be with a real animal, he would be harder than the man she had just been with.
That was when Cheryl started to realize how much of a fantasy her leopard thing was. Still and all, she wanted it to happen the way she fantasized, with some man dressed as a leopard, entering her from behind, fucking her nice and gentle.
And, the man could not say a word. If anything, he could just purr or breathe heavily the way an animal would, making animal sounds. But talk was out.
So she had not been making out good at all, and this evening, she was having a drink with her-friend Robin, a curly headed woman with brown hair. Robin had known all about Cheryl's relationship with Don. In fact, she had always thought they were something of a perfect couple, and that Cheryl and Don should get married.
When Cheryl had returned from vacation, with news of the break-up, no one had been more surprised that Robin. She had gone out to dinner with them the night before they were going to leave, and she had been shocked when Cheryl came back alone. After all, the night before they were planning to leave had been wonderful.
The two of them had been getting along better than they had ever gotten along before.
When Cheryl came back, she told Robin that they had been cheating on each other too much, and that was the reason for the break-up. She told her friend how a man would have to be faithful to her during their courtship, and of course, after marriage.
She said nothing about her leopard love, though.
That night, Cheryl was telling Robin all about the last man she had been with, and how hard it was to find a good lover.
"Have you ever thought of women?" Robin asked her. "I mean, I know you're not gay, honey, but you're having trouble finding men now. Maybe you could use a nice lady lover who would turn you on."
"I don't know," Cheryl said to her friend. "Have anyone in mind?"
The way Robin smiled let Cheryl know just who the lovely brown-haired girl was thinking about, and Cheryl was shocked.
"Robin, I didn't know you got into things like that," she said.
"Well, darling, I've only done it a few times. Don't look at me like I'm the dirtiest dyke you've ever met. I just feel like trying it again."
Cheryl thought about it. The idea was interesting, although she knew she really did want a male lover, with a dick. Still, she and Robin were close, and Cheryl was getting horny, and more than that, the men in the bar were a bunch of real drags. She couldn't spot one man she thought might turn her on. :
So, she decided to have another drink, and then the two of them went back to her place. They had another drink, and a joint, and then, Cheryl started to lay back on the couch to let Robin dominate her.
She felt Robin kissing her on the lips, and she did like the way that felt. Then, her friend started to lick her way down her body, opening her blouse buttons at the same time, to expose Cheryl's lovely tits.
Cheryl started to moan as she felt Robin's wet tongue working her tits over, and she could feel her nipples throbbing.
Then, Robin sucked one nipple between her lips and started to flick thye tip of it back and forth with her tongue. The blonde girl could feel the way her juices were starting to flow, and she loved it.
She began to thrust herself up and down against her friend, though they hadn't even started to get into any cunt play.
"Mmmmm, Robin, this is so nice. You can really suck tit well."
"Well, you suck tits on a man and a woman, and you can do it the same way. Both men and women do have the nipples to work with."
Cheryl started to laugh, and then, she felt a surge. It was because of the way that Robin had slid her hand right between her legs, and although she was wearing jeans, the brown-haired girl pressed her palm against Cheryl's crotch.
Cheryl could feel her juices starting to flow so hard.
She began to moan loud as Robin was unzipping her jeans, and then the girl started to pull them right down. Cheryl lifted her ass up to let her pants get pulled all the way off, and then she slid out of her own panties and spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. Robin looked at her pussy lips.
"Well, baby, you look pretty nice," she started to moan, sliding her two hands right up Cheryl's thighs, toward her cunt.
She spread the blonde girl's pussy lips with her fingers, then started to move her tongue right to Cheryl's clit.
As she sucked it between her legs, Cheryl could feel the way her juices were beginning to flow even harder, and she just adored it.
She knew that this girl was a good pussy eater. She figured it was easier for a girl to eat another girl's cunt, as they both had clits and both understood the way a woman's flowing urges worked. For when Robin felt the clit start to throb a little bit, she worked her tongue faster, making the orgasm that much more explosive.
Cheryl was soon fucking her friend's face. She was rubbing the curly locks of hair and starting to moan loud, thrusting herself up and down, so her cunt was slapping against the face and skillfully working tongue.
In fact, by holding Robin's head, she kept her friend from being able to pull her head away, and it was working well.
Robin had eaten a few pussies in her day, though she did like cocks much better, and knew that she would end up with a man in the end. Still, it was a nice change, and the fact that she was turning her friend on this much turned her on, too.
Soon, she had to take a break. She just had to catch her breath because she had been getting, pretty excited eating the cunt. Once she was starting to do it again, she made Cheryl come three more times.
Then, Cheryl went to the kitchen to make some more drinks.
When she was gone, Robin started to look around the room. She didn't have to look very hard to find the leopard costume. She just walked down the hall to go to the bathroom, closed the door, and saw it hanging behind the door.
At first, because it was hung with the back facing her, she thought it was just your average leopard patterned leotard, and she did really love it. She had always been a leopard fan, and loved the look.
But, as she turned the thing around, she saw the front. She could see where the nipple holes had been cut, and even better, where the whole crotch had been cut away.
"Well, how fucking kinky," Robin said to herself, and after she finished taking her leak, she started to strip.
She knew that she just had to try this costume on, and as she slipped into it and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she adored it.
Her pussy hairs were almost the same color as the leopard costume, so they almost seemed to blend in with the fabric. The fact that her brown nipples stuck right out of the holes turned her on, too.
And she just adored the way her cunt lips looked, sticking out.
"Hey, come on in and have the drink," she could hear Cheryl yelling.
And she decided to make her appearance as a leopard girl. She just wanted to see how good she would look in it, and how Cheryl would react. As she walked down the hall toward the living room, she could see Cheryl sitting there.
"Hey, where did you get this kinky thing?" she asked, and the moment that Cheryl turned to look, she could see anger. The blonde girl's face began to turn red, and then, she actually started to scream.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Where the fuck did you find that?"
"It was on the back of he bathroom door, Cheryl. Jesus, I don't know why the fuck you're getting so upset. What's wrong? It's kinky."
"Take it off," Cheryl started to yell. "Take it off. You have no right putting that thing on. You have no right."
And then, Robin started to realize what was going on.
It did not take all that much when it came to intelligence, to realize that this girl got off on things like this. After all, Robin knew, it had to be used when Cheryl was having sex, because of where the holes were cut. They were cut right where the choice parts of a person's body would stick out.
She started to laugh a little bit, and that seemed to make Cheryl even more angry.
"Calm down, you crazy bitch," Robin said. "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone that you're a leopard freak. Don't worry."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Cheryl said.
"Come on. You have these holes cut where the genitals stick out. I know that you must use this thing for sex. And now that I think about it, it's coming clear."
"What is?" Cheryl asked, thinking that her friend might know too much.
"About you wanting to go to Africa. Shit, I remember that Don wanted to go to a beach. I could have gotten off on that, but you couldn't. Africa. And you must have seen a leopard or two, didn't you?"
"Yes," Chery said, and she burst into tears. "Why are you torturing me like this?"
Robin got down on her knees between her friend's legs, and started to stroke her naked thighs. She began to shake her head no, telling Cheryl that she was not torturing her. Cheryl had that all wrong. She just wanted to know what the costume was for.
Cheryl was in tears, though, thinking that Robin would think she was crazy, and Robin wanted to stop her friend from bawling that way.
So, she leaned forward and moved her mouth right back to Cheryl's cunt, and started to lick the girl, the same way she had been doing it before. When Cheryl felt it, she tried not to cry so much, because she knew that Robin was doing it to cheer her up.
Soon, her passions were flowing, though, because Robin was hitting her clit in just the right way, wiggling it back and forth so well.
Cheryl once again started to thrust herself up and down, and soon, she had her eyes open and started to come harder.
She could not help it. She had always thought that she would be turned on rubbing herself against a leopard, or even having one fuck her.
She had never thought of the leopard as a cat, which it was.
But cats could lick, and seeing this leopard lady between her legs, licking her cunt, was turning her on so much. She started to moan loud as she rubbed her hand up and down the leopard leotard, and she could feel the way Robin started to lick her even better. Robin was moaning so loud then.
"Oh yeah, keep licking me," Cheryl said, listening to her friend's muffled moans right between her legs. She knew, from her moans, that Robin was getting off. "Yeah, just keep licking me, baby. Keep licking me like a leopard. I want to be eaten the way a leopard would do it. Oh yeah. It's great."
And when Robin looked up at her, Cheryl knew that she knew.
There was no way that she could deny it, either, and knew that as soon as Robin finished making her come, she would have to explain it. How she'd tell her friend that the thought of making it with a leopard thrilled her, was something she didn't know if Robin would understand. But she would tell her anyway. !
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Nice place you have here," the girl said to Don, and he smiled as she walked in front of him, and he saw the curve of her ass. Her name, he thought he remembered, was Mary, but he wasn't going to ask her again, as she'd already told him a number of times at the bar where he had picked her up. He knew that she wouldn't be that happy if he had to ask hef again. It would be as if he didn't even want to remember each time that she told him.
When she turned around, he grabbed her, and then pressed his lips against hers. The more he kissed her, the more turned on she was, and he could feel the way she started to press her crotch against his bulge.
Within seconds, she was going down on him, sinking down to her knees and taking his wonderful hard dick out of his pants, and into her mouth.
Don felt the way she wrapped her warm lips around his cock shaft, and she was doing a nice job when it came to sucking him. She slid her lips all the way down his cock shaft and started to suck his balls into her mouth, too.
"Far out," he said, looking down at her light blue eyes.
She had light brown hair, close to being blonde, and he was glad that she was not blonde, because he would have thought of her again. Cheryl! Whenever he would pick up a blonde, he would think about Cheryl. The brown-haired beauty started to slide her lips up and down his shaft at a nice, steady rate, holding and cupping his balls in her hand, massaging them gently as she was cupping them, so he was getting more and more turned on. '
Don felt as if he was about to come any second, and though he did not want to, there didn't seem to be any reason to have her hold him back. He started to pump his cream right onto her tongue, and she was moaning loud the whole time, slurping hard, too, he could tell, not only from the way it felt, but from the sound he heard.
"Mmmmm, Mary liked that," she moaned softly, as she pulled her mouth away, and he was happy she had said her name again.
It was, however, almost as if she knew he had forgotten it.
Don pushed his dick back into his pants, and made some drinks for the two of them. Then, he told her to come into his new den.
When Mary looked in, she gasped. She could not believe the way this place looked.
One wall was done with wallpaper that was covered with green trees. It looked just like a jungle, only when she turned and looked at the other wall behind her she could see that it was done with a leopard wallpaper.
"Do you like my little jungle room?" he asked her.
She started to smile, until she saw the leopard suit on the back of the door.
"It's nice. It's a little kinked out for me, if you want to know the truth. Can I ask you what that thing is for?"
"It's just a costume. Would you like to try it on?" he asked her.
I don't know. I mean, I've never done anything like this before, and I really don't know if I'm ready for it, Don."
"What's so kinked out about it?" he asked. "Just try it. Look, there are people into bondage and S and M. There are people who get off on pissing and shitting, and all kinds of things like that; This is so simple."
"I guess I'll try it," she said to him.
He sat back on the leopard covered couch as she started to strip for him. He could tell that she was a little self-conscious when it came to taking off all her clothing for him, but she did it anyway.
Within seconds, she was naked, and Don was all ready to jump on top of her body and take her that way. But, he knew that he wouldn't do it. He waited until she slid into the leopard costume he had bought.
He remembered Patty, and the way she had freaked out when he wanted her to put on the costume. True, she had done it for him, also, like a good girl, but she kept shaking her head the whole time, as if she thought he was crazy.
He had fucked her really well that first time, and she loved it, probably more than he did, for he was bored with her. But he wouldn't tell her that.
The next time he had seen her though, she wouldn't put on the costume, and that turned out to be the last time that she saw him, because he wouldn't have anything to do with her after that. He was bored with her.
That was, too, before he had done his den over, and as he watched Mary slip into the outfit, he couldn't help but think that she looked so hot. The room hadn't freaked her out yet, either, so that was a good sign.
The costume was like a one piece bathing suit, with holes cut for the nipples and the cunt. There was a tail stuck to the back of it, too, and when she turned and the tail was swinging around, he could feel himself getting turned on again.
"God, baby, you look like such an animal," he moaned softly, and when she seemed to take offense, he told her it was a compliment.
Then, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard on the lips, pressing his mouth against hers. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth, and he could feel the way his dick was just throbbing so hard with anticipation.
Within seconds, she was lying on the plush green carpet, green to add to that green jungle look set by the wallpaper with the trees.
She was on her back and he slid his lips right to her cunt. As Mary felt the way his tongue was working her over, she loved it, but she still thought that this costume was a little bit too sick.
She knew how much she got off on being naked with a man, and although the parts of her body that counted were sticking out, she still felt a little strange.
She felt as if she shouldn't be doing this.
Don was loving it, although he knew that she wasn't really an animal. For one thing, no leopard lady would lie back and let herself get eaten that way. The doggie style position was the way in which most animals fucked, and he was quite sure that the male leopard did not eat the female before fucking her.
If they were like real cats, then the male would probably spring out on the female and take her before she knew what was happening. He would bite into her neck, hold her down, and fuck like mad, trying to get off fast. Then, once the animal came inside of the female, he would run off fast, because the female was always ready to try and strike back, to get the male for fucking her,
That was the way cats did it, he knew, and he knew that leopards were part of the cat family. There was no reason to think that they did it in a way that was different from other members of the cat family.
So part of the fantasy was lost while he was eating her, but he didn't think too much about it, because he could feel the way her juices were flowing at a steady rate, and he loved the way that they tasted. :, He spread her cunt lips widers so his tongue could probe deeper into her, and soon, he was licking all the cream off her cunt walls. He started to work her clit over again when he had licked her walls dry.
Then, he sat up and began to strip off his clothing. '
It was the first time Mary had ever seen him naked, and she thought that he had one fucking hot body. She could see that his cock was nice and hard again, and she lay back with her legs spread, still, so he could enter her.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said to her. "I want to fuck you the way that a man would fuck a leopard. I want it that way."
She looked at him like he was absolutely out of his mind.
"Wait," she moaned. "Fuck me this way first, Don. I like to be fucked in this kind of a position. The doggie style way doesn't do it for me. If you fuck me this way first, then I'll let you do it the other way when you get hard again."
He really wanted her the way he wanted to do it, but he knew that there was no sense in having a fight about it. Besides, she was all spread for him, looking so fucking hot, so he decided to take her that way.
He rubbed his hard cock head against her cunt lips, then thrust into her as deep as he could. Her cunt started to spasm the second that he was in her, and he was moaning rather loud as he felt it.
"Yeah, baby, that feels real nice. Purr like a cat."
"What?" she asked him, almost as if she could not believe he had said it.
"Just purr like a cat, baby. I want to hear it."
So she started to purr, although she really wasn't sure of what that sound was like. Mary had always been allergic to cats, which was one reason she did not know, but even before she knew that she was allergic, when she was a young girl, she still hated them.
But she did what he wanted, because his dick felt nice.
She could feel him throbbing in her the moment that she started to purr, and she wrapped her legs around his ass because he had only been in her for a few minutes, and she didn't want him to come right away.
When he felt her wrapping her legs tight, he knew not to move. He started to moan softly, saying all kinds of things to her about how hot it felt to make it with an animal, and she didn't take it the wrong way, because she knew he was thinking of her as being a leopard, which she felt was still really sick.
"All right, I'll purr," she said to him. "But fuck me and get it over with."
He started to thrust in and out of her faster, and she could feel the way his cock was throbbing, but when he slowed down again, she was starting to get a little bit pissed off with him. She only wanted to play his game so much, only wanted to take it so far, and this was getting ridiculous, she thought.
She started to purr when he began to thrust in and out of her at a steady rate once again, but the next time that he slowed down, she moaned, and told him to keep thrusting and take her all the way.
So he did, thinking that the next time he would be taking her the way he wanted to take her, doggy style, like real animals.
His cock began to throb in her, and she moaned for him to come, Something that threw him off a little bit, but then she apologized for talking, and told him that she would keep purring, which she did.
When he started to fill her with his cream, she let out one of the loudest moans that she could ever remember letting out.
She knew that he was so turned on, because of the way he was sweating, and deep down, she was hoping that he would not be able to get it up, because Mary decided that she had had enough of him.
She waited until he had finished coming in her, and when he started to pull out and rolled onto her back, she sat up.
"Well, did this leopard turn you on?" she asked, with a great deal of sarcasm just dripping from her voice. "Did I do it?"
"Yes, it was good," he moaned, and he meant it.
Good was far from very good, and even further from great. Good meant that it was really not even one of the top fucks of his life.
"But it will be better," he moaned. "When we get a chance to do it the way that I want to do it, it's going to be better."
She started to laugh a little bit, and then he stood up. As he walked out of the room, she asked him where he was going, and when he told her, Mary could not have been happier. He had to go to the bathroom, and soon, he was in there.
She took the time to change her clothing, as fast as she possibly could, dropping the leopard costume onto the rug, not even giving two shits about it. In fact, she did kick it a little bit, just to let out some anger.
Then, she walked out into the hall, and knocked on the bathroom door.
"I'll be right out," she could hear him say. "Give me a minute."
"I'll be gone by then," she said to him, and she could hear him gasp.
"What? I thought you were going to be staying."
"Look, Don, I think you're a nice guy, but this leopard thing is a little too fucked up for my tastes. If you wanted just a woman, I know I could be it. But I won't be an animal for any man. If you want a leopard, buy one."
And then, she was running down the hall, through the living room, and she slammed the door shut behind her.
He was trying to finish as fast as he could, but when he heard the door slam, he knew that there was no sense in rushing. It wouldn't do any good to be running down the hall following her, he knew.
So when he was finished, he just walked into the den and put his clothing on.
He was not at all satisfied with the evening, and since it was still early, he decided to go down and buy another drink. Also, he was thinking that he could meet someone who might want to go all the way with him, the way that he would want to do it.
When he was at the bar, he looked around, and thought that it was a real downer. He decided to have one more drink, after the first, just to stall for time. Also, the idea of getting plowed so he could just go home and sleep was good, because he kept thinking that if he went to sleep with a mind that could think, he would never be able to fall asleep. He would keep thinking about what she had said.
Was it sick? Was it too kinky?
He didn't know, because it turned him on, and that was all there was to it.
He was just about to leave, finishing the second drink, when the door to the bar opened, and he spotted a familiar face.
"Robin," he said, when he saw the curly headed girl. "Come on over."
She smiled at him, her whole face lighting up, and he thought that she looked quite hot. Her hair was shorter than it had been the last time they met, but she looked so good with it cropped that close.
She walked over to him and the two of them were soon drinking and chatting. When she said that she had seen Cheryl recently, he did want to know all about it, but a part of him didn't want to know, either.
After all, he was trying to get over her, and hearing about her would only make him remember how much he missed her.
Still, Robin told him quite a bit, and she told him some good things.
"She hasn't met anyone like you since you broke up, Don. I think she's a fool. I told her she would never meet anyone like you."
"Thanks. That's nice to hear," he said. "I need support like that."
"Well, you've got it from me," she said, and soon, they were having another drink, but then, Don decided to invite her over.
He didn't think it would be good for them to get it on, though he was quite turned on by the way that she looked. However, he had booze at home, so it was foolish to be spending so much money for drinks, and he also had some grass.
They were getting high in his living room when she had to go to the bathroom, and after she finished, she walked across the hall. Robin was a curious woman by nature, and she hadn't seen Don's place in months.
"Holy shit," she said, as she looked at the jungle den, and within seconds, he was running down the hall and standing behind her. '
"What?" he asked. "Oh, do you like my new look?"
"I love it," she said to him. "I think it's really nice. Let me see the rest."
She walked into the room and looked at the wall near the door. When she saw the leopard spots on it, she thought that was really nice, and then,, when she saw the leopard costume behind the door, she had to smile.
"Don, how long have you been into this kind of atmosphere, and dress?" she asked, as she held up the costume.
"For a short while. Since we got back from our trip. We, meaning me and Cheryl."
"I know that you meant that," she said to him. "But tell me something. Have you even talked to her since you've gotten into this?"
"No," Don said. "First of all, she doesn't call me back, and second, I don't really think it would work out."
"What makes you think that?" she asked him. !
"I don't know. Too much shit went on when we were on vacation."'
"Don, I've seen Cheryl a lot since you broke up. I think that all you'd have to do is show her this room, and she'd be coming. She's into a leopard kind of fantasy, too, you know, and this room would turn her on."
Don could feel his dick stiffening at the thought of Cheryl in the leopard suit.
"I'd love to do that," he said. "But she wouldn't come here. Besides, I can't even talk to her. I can never get her in."
"know where she goes almost every day, during lunch hour. You'll find her at the leopard cages in the Central Park Zoo."
CHAPTER NINE
She was sitting there sewing, watching the beasts stalking in their cages. She kept what she was sewing in her bag, only pulling out the parts that were ripped, because she didn't want anyone to see it.
What would they think if they saw her sewing a leopard costume? Actually, Cheryl was just sewing parts of it, because the last man who had been over, the night before, had gotten angry at her. He had been taking her through her fantasy, fucking her from behind, working his dick in and out of her. He had been wearing the costume, too, and she had loved looking in the mirror.
But at one point, she had moaned about how good it felt to be really fucked like an animal, by someone who reminded her of an animal.
That was when he started to get mad at her. That was when the man, whose name she had blocked from her mind, started to rip the costume off, ripping it at the seams. He was pissed at her for thinking of him as an animal, for even though he had been getting into it, too, he had his standards.
"I want you to know that I'm fucking you when you're getting fucked by me," he had told her. "I don't want you fantasizing about some fucking animal."
And when he had stripped himself of the suit, he had continued to fuck her, though she didn't really want it to continue. There was no way she could push him off her body though, because he was holding her down.
He had come, and then he had dressed and left. When she had picked up the costume and had seen the way it was torn, she cried.
It was almost the same way that she had cried when the leopard was killed.
But now, she was almost finished sewing it, and as she was putting it back into the bag, she started to watch the animals.
She could see the male stalking the female, and she thought for sure that the two of them were going to scrap with each other. She was sure, too, that the female would end up winning, for in the cat world, the females could almost always dominate. "'
But then, all of a sudden, the male lunged on the female's back.
He started to bite into her neck, and then he was holding her down. Cheryl could see the way the beast was moving, and knew that it was fucking the female. She couldn't get over how hot it looked.
She had seen it happening one or two times before, and had thought that it was hot those times, too, but this time, it was better. This time, she was seeing it after having come very close to living through the fantasy.
She could feel her pussy spasming hard as she watched, and she pressed the bag between her legs even more, so that she could make herself come.
The male was going so fast, and she thought of something. When she would be with the animal, or the man as an animal, she wouldn't want it that fast. There was a difference between the reality of the way animals fucked, and her fantasy.
Animals just fucked so they could come fast, and as soon as this male cat had come in the female, he bit into her neck once more, then almost hopped and flew off her. Cheryl had never seen anything like it. It was as if the beast just flew right up in the air and jumped, for fear that she would try to get revenge.
She did, rolling over and trying to hit him with her paw. ' But he was already gone, having run through the hole that led to the inside cage, as if he was trying to get away from her, as far as he could get.
And the female leopard just lay there for a few minutes. First, she looked as if she was ready to get up and go after him, looked as if she was quite ready to kill the fucking bastard. But then, when she realized that he was gone, far, she lay back and started to purr.
She started to lick her claws, and Cheryl had to smile.
"Isn't that just like a woman?" she heard a voice say. "To get fucked, get mad, and then when the male is gone, she just stays there loving it. Maybe if she'd let the male know she loved it while it was happening, it would have been better."
Cheryl turned her head, and saw Don standing there. It was the first time she had seen him since their vacation, months back.
She had to admit to herself that he looked sensational. He had lost some weight, and his chest looked so much broader. "How are you?" she asked, rather coldly, and he smiled.
"I'm fine. Can I sit down and talk with you for a while?"
"As long as all you want to do is talk," she said. "But when a man asks if he can talk to a lady, he usually does want more."
"I know. And you know that I want more from you. You know that I want you, but I'm not going to say anything about that. I just knew you would be here."
"How?"
"Robin told me. I didn't know that I would come in time for the show. It was really quite hot watching those animals fucking each other."
"Yes," she said, closing the bag so he didn't see what was in it. "Is that all you wanted to speak to me about?"
"Come on, Cheryl. Don't be like this. Look, I did want to see you even before it arrived in the mail the other day. A large package for the two of us."
"What is it?" she asked, looking back at the female leopard.
"I don't want to tell you. It was from David and Freida. A gift. It must have cost them a small fortune, but they have it."
"Well tell me what it is, Don. I have a right to know."
"Come on over and see it," he said to her. "I promise that as much as I want to have you, I won't do anything unless you want it."
She smiled, and then she stood up and reached for her pocketbook. She nodded her head, and the two of them started to walk.
They talked about what" they had been doing, and although she had not met any men as good as he was, she didn't tell him. He did tell her about the girls he met, and hoped he would loosen her up by letting her know that she was still better than all of the others he had met put together.
When they arrived at his apartment, she looked the place over.
She threw her things down on the couch when he told her to go and have a look in the den, and when she was gone, he looked in the bag.
Cheryl screamed with joy when she turned the light on. The jungle atmosphere was so fucking fantastic, and brought back good memories. When she saw the wall with the leopard spotted wallpaper, she was even happier. '
But the gift he had been talking about turned her on the most.
It was a stuffed leopard, right near the couch in the den.
She could not get over it. She was lost in a daze when she saw it, and she started to pull her clothing off as fast as she could.
When Cheryl was totally naked, she sat right down on the leopard, pressing her body flat against it. She could feel the fur against her pussy, and she could feel it against her tits, too, and loved it.
She started to thrust her cunt up and down against the warm fur, and she could feel the way her whole body was throbbing with delight. Her cunt was already spasming and the juices were dripping onto the fur.
As she felt the warmth, she felt something else behind her.
When she turned, she could see him moving behind her on the animal. He was wearing the costume that she had just finished fixing at the zoo, and she was going to ask him where he had found it, but she knew.
Cheryl couldn't get mad at him for looking through her things, not when his cock' was so hard and ready to enter her.
"Here it comes, baby. You take this leopard fuck," he moaned.
And he rammed his cock right into her pussy from behind, sitting on the stuffed leopard with her. Then he slid his mouth to her ear and started to purr like an animal, making angry sounds, too, like the male would do.
She could not get over it. Each time that he thrust in, it was like she was being fucked by a real beast, and if she forgot at times, all she had to do was open her eyes and look at the animal beneath her.
She started to rub her hands all over the animal's warm fur.
She wanted to tell him how much she loved him then, and how good it felt to have him in her again, but she knew not to say a word.
Any words would take away from the fantasy, so she told him in another way.
She started to moan it, and then, her moans were turning into purring sounds which were making his cock pulse harder.
He started to fuck her faster, though. He wanted to keep up the thrusting, and knew that no animal would slow down because an animal would not think like that. As he felt his cock shooting off in her, she started to purr louder.
Don kept moving until he had finished coming, and as he jumped off the leopard and moved toward the floor, she hissed.
He loved it. She swung at him with her hand, and hit him a little bit, and he swung right back at her, playing the male defending himself.
That was how far it went then, for both of them started to laugh, and then Cheryl got off the leopard and lay on top of him.
She moved her lips to his and kissed him so hard.
"Oh Don, I've been such a nitwit. I can't believe I let you go for these past few months. You're so good to me."
"We were both stubborn, though you were more than I was," he said. "I did try to call you. And now that I think about it, Robin knows, right?"
"You mean about me? Yes, she knows," Cheryl said, but said no more about Robin.
"Because she was here for a drink the other night and I showed her the den, and that was when she knew we should be together. She was the one who told me that I should meet you at the zoo. She said you would be there."
"Well, I'm glad she told you," Cheryl said to him, and then, she looked at the door and saw the costume that he had hanging there.
She stood up, walked over, and slipped into it. When she turned to face him, and he saw her blonde pussy patch sticking out of the crotch, he loved it.
His dick was soon on the rise again, and within seconds, she moved her mouth down to it, keeping "her body between his legs.
"I know that animals don't eat each other," he moaned, "but that's our advantage. We can eat each other and get off on it. Now move your pussy's pussy over me."
She started to turn her body around, and he grabbed her by the tail, until she had her cunt hovering over his face. He could feel the way she started to thrust herself back and forth against his face.
He loved it. The feeling of her cunt working against his mouth was just turning him on so much, even more so because she was the hottest woman he had ever met, and he hadn't had her for a while. '
After being with so many losers the past few months, it was great to have this hot pussy working over his face again.
When she started to come, he wanted to fuck her so badly again.-
As he pushed her onto her hands and knees, he moved behind her.
This time, it was more like two animals, for they both had their costumes on, and as they looked over at the mirror, they could see the way they really looked like two hot leopards fucking each other.
Her pussy spasmed so hard when she saw the way that looked, and he broke the animal fantasy for a second when he slowed down.
"I know that animals wouldn't do this," he said to her. "I know that they would keep going, but I have to slow down. I just have to. We can think, and all I can think about is how good you feel around me."
"I want it to last longer, too," she said. "Thank God that we are human." !
"But we do know how to play animal," he moaned, and then he moved his lips to her neck and he started to kiss her.
She turned her head so that their lips met, and soon, they were kissing each other really hard, while he started to thrust again.
The next time he felt like he was going to come, he let himself go all the way, and soon, he was shooting his load deep into her. He thrust himself in all the way and held himself there as he was coming, and her pussy was going crazy as she felt the come filling her right up.
He rolled off her and lay on the jungle green carpet, and she rolled right next to him and started to kiss him on the lips.
"Animals wouldn't be doing this either," she moaned. "But we can play animals to a point, and then be human again."
"Well, this human wants to ask you something human. Will you marry me?"
"I don't know," she said to him. "It's rushing things too much."
"Oh, come on. The thing that broke us up was the leopard thing, and now we know what the other is into. It could work for us, and we have known each other for five years. Come on, Cheryl. Let's do it."
"It could be fun. But it's such a commitment," she said.
"We can go back on safari for our honeymoon, baby," he said.
When she heard that, she screamed with joy, then leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips again, pressing her tongue into his mouth. She slid her hand down his leopard skin, toward his hot dick.
As she played with it, she could feel the way it was starting to fill with blood again, and soon, he was sticking straight up.
That time, he lay on his back, and Cheryl climbed on him.
For although they knew that animals would not do it that way, they were still dressed in the costumes, and that was keeping the fantasy going. She started to moan as she rode his dick up and down, but when he started to throb, she sat all the way down on him and waited for the throbbing to stop.
"That was a nice gift that the Lawrences sent," she said, looking over at the stuffed leopard. "It was very thoughtful, but it will have to be moved."
"I like it in this room," he said to her.
"Well, I guess it does look really good. And we have the rest of the atmosphere here. But I think it could look even better in the living room."
"Well, maybe," he said, and then he thought about something. "Hey, you keep saying we, as if this place is ours."
"Well, you did ask me to marry you, didn't you?" Cheryl asked him. "Or are you going to welch on your proposal and take it back?"
He moved his hands to her neck and pulled her down so she was flat on top of him, and then she kissed him hard on the lips. With her tongue in his mouth and his cock in her pussy, he started to moan really loud, and when the kiss ended, he was shaking his head no. No way he would take back the proposal. She started to ride up and down on his dick again, but because she could only move so much that way, they started to change their positions.
Within a few more seconds, she was climbing off, and he was moving back to the animal, so he could enter her the same way he had done it before, with both of them sitting on the leopard, their bodies pressing against it.
She started to moan so loud as she felt his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and he could feel the way she kept spasming around him.
"Oh, baby, this is wonderful," he moaned. "I think that we're meant for each other.
