Cheryl Wallace slipped off of her bed as soon as she heard her roommate's voice in the hallway. There was another whispering voice, that of a male. That was Abby, breaking the sorority rules by sneaking a man to her room late at night. The free mixing of the sexes was tolerated by the university in the dormitories, but the Delta Rho Sigraa Sorority did not tolerate it. It was just like the redhead from Chicago to risk breaking rules. In fact, it was Abby's wildness that had brought Cheryl here to Brighton University in the Midwest, changing her lifestyle and almost ruining Cheryl's father.
Right now Cheryl had one goal in life: to undo the damage that her roommate had done.
From the bed Cheryl slipped to the closet and inside to hide. Tonight Abby wore the necklace that Cheryl had to steal back from her to solve the Wallace family problems. With luck, Cheryl would get that necklace tonight, fly back to New York, then end her miserable existence at Brighton and the Delta Rho house.
Cheryl left a crack of the closet door open so she could survey the room. Everything looked quite normal, the bedside lamp on Abby's side of the room illuminating her messy domain and another on the beside of Cheryl's bed, showing Cheryl's neat living space. The door opened to admit Abby and her date of the evening. Cheryl gave the young man only a glance. He was Tom Something-or-other from one of the fraternities. He was a handsome blonde with a great body, but Cheryl had her mind on other matters.
The necklace glittered in the soft light around Abby's graceful white throat. It was garish, an interlacing of red and blue gems with a yellow jewel pendant in the middle. It was of poor design with gold settings, so the riot of color made it primitive, sensual and too gaudy. Obviously it was camp costume jewelry-until you really looked at it and were puzzled by the powerful glow of the gems. They were all real, rubies, sapphires and a yellow diamond in the middle. It was important enough to have its own name "The Gypsy". It had been designed for an Arabian oil minister who had tired of being chided about it and had sold it. It was worth three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Abby didn't know that. Nobody around here did. Abby thought it was worth about twenty thousand and, even so, had her Chicago boy-friend steal it from Cheryl's father.
Abby's graceful throat, her pure white skin, her beautiful face, stirred Cheryl deeply as always. Cheryl responded to Abby's voluptuous body in a secret leech. Up above was the long cascade of rich red hair, lovely blue eyes and a sensual, good-humored mouth that could curve into an innocent smile or quirk suggestively, Abby's breasts were perfectly round and high, a peasant's beauties, full and firm. Her hips were rich, her thighs and legs elegantly curved. Young men dug Abby and she dug them: she was a campus bombshell and a leader among the Delta Rho's. Other girls might approach her with equal charms, but her finely textured skin was incredible.
Cheryl felt her belly heat as she watched her roommate move. Tonight Abby had worn a satin blouse open almost to her navel to better display the Gypsy. Her dress slacks were lace-fringed and tight. She swayed sensually as she kidded Tom who was, of course, drooling.
"Just a goodnight kiss, lover, and then you leave," said Abby.
"Oh, God, I'm crazy for you, Abby-crazeee," murmured Tom, reaching for all those goodies.
Laughing, Abby swayed out of his reach.
"I've already broken house rules to let you come to my room. I thought my roomie would be back from her date to protect me. But she isn't, so you'll have to go."
Tom made a lurch for her, but Abby spun away and at the same lime took off the necklace and tossed it negligently on her bureau. From the closet, Cheryl's hot eyes followed it. Then she held her breath; Abby started for the closet. Tom intercepted her. They stood not six feet away from Cheryl and her crack in the door as Tom took his first kiss. One of his hands kneaded Abby's magnificent breast as they clung together. Cheryl felt a hot spike of desire. Her own sex life was as messed up as Abby's side of the room. Cheryl had had sex in high school-enough to know how doomed she was. She could only have an orgasm with a man if she fantasized having sex with a woman-like Abby.
Cheryl was terribly ashamed of her hang-up. Imagine what a guy would think if he knew that when she came she had to think about female loins, twining and twisting. Worse, what would women think-especially Cheryl's sorority sisters-if they knew she had that problem? What would Abby think? My God, they'd call her a lesbian!
Cheryl had never had sex with a girl. It had all been with guys, but every time when she got hot enough to cum she had to fantasize her mouth fixed on some pretty girl's steaming cunt, or a long-haired female sucking her to glory.
Tom was a fast worker. Already he had a hand inside of Abby's bra. The big-breasted girl had to wear bras when her blouse was so open, but tonight it didn't stop Tom. He pushed up the bra and palmed the rich elegance of Abby's tit. Instead of stopping him, sexy Abby laughed a pleased laugh deep in her throat and shifted so he could get at that naked breast.
"I thought you were going to stop with a kiss only," Abby teased him.
"Oh, Abby!" breathed Tom.
Cheryl could see it all, Abby's naked breast gleaming erotically in the dim light, the big innocent center, and the flint tip of her nipple. What an exquisite breast. Cheryl felt her breath go short and slid her hand between her legs. Tom began to suck Abby's nipple, holding the weight of the gorgeous peak with his eager hand. Cheryl could imagine the fantastic hard-on he got from savoring that warm, naked breast, stroking that silken skin of Abby's. Cheryl's empty hand clutched in empathy. How terrific it would be to fondle that shapely sex object.
Cheryl felt light-headed in her sex rush. Why, she bet she could drive Abby to orgasm with her tongue, teeth and hands on those breasts. Men didn't know how to do it, but, wow! Cheryl's own breasts burned in excitement.
The lovers kissed again right in front of her, and she saw pink tongues twisting and the wet flash of honey saliva as open mouths teased and merged, Tom's hand again busy at Abby's breast. In a minute he was going to really start feeling Abby up and after that he had two beds to choose from, thought Cheryl. She thrilled up and down her spine. What if she got to actually see the boy and her roommate fucking? That would be wild. She dug her finger boldly into her cunt, reveling in the lascivious sight, her hand reaching her steaming clitoris. Her slacks would get wet, but it wouldn't be the first time in the past month that she'd whipped herself to fury and warmed her crotch with happy girl juice. Stuck in the sorority with Abby and the other good-looking sisters, she had to manage her lust as best she could. There was no point in having boyfriends. She didn't plan to be at Brighton that long.
It was such a shame. A sorority was the last place a girl with her hang-up ought to be, but she had to be here. Nor did she dare approach Abby or the other girls. Her father was a highly visible alumnus who sat on boards and knew the president. Imagine his shame if the daughter of prominent alumnus John B. Wallace were thrown out of Brighton for lesbian activities!
It was going to be one of those stormy kisses, Cheryl saw Tom's hand, temporarily sated with breast-fondling, slid down under Abby's rounded buttocks to dig for her cunt. Cheryl leaned back among the clothes, masturbating faster, twisting her pelvis for rich hand action. The wanton Abby did exactly the same thing for Tom, letting him stroke between her legs. Abby must be wild for sex. She'd told Cheryl she'd broken up with her Chicago boyfriend just before coming to Brighton in Iowa for the fall term. A girl like Abby, used to plenty of hot loving, could get horny in a month, believe it!
"Oh, honey, I could solve all your problems," murmured Cheryl softly in the closet as she thrilled to her masturbation, watching the lovers. At once she felt guilty. Dammit, she wasn't lesbian! It was just the exquisite girl's body ...
Incredibly, Abby broke away from Tom.
"We can't do it tonight, Tom," she told him. "My roommate's due any second."
"To hell with that." Tom's face flushed and his hard prick was obvious in his pants.
"Tush, tush," said Abby. "Cheryl's a weird one, Tom. Her father's a big time alumni-type around here. John B. Wallace of New York City."
"New York's a long way off."
"He flies here all the time. And I've got his daughter as a roommate. She's a big city square. She'll tell-and goodbye Deltas."
"Abby, I'm crazy for you."
"I dig you, too, Tom, but there's my father, besides. He's an alumnus and he knows old Wallace. He'll jerk me out of here and it's goodbye college for me."
"So why did you pick this turkey for a roomie?"
"I didn't." Abby went on to explain that she'd never laid eyes on Cheryl until a month ago. Cheryl lived in New York, Abby in Chicago. But the fathers, as Brighton graduates, knew each other through the years. So the Deltas pledged Cheryl and when Cheryl asked shyly if she could room with Abby, the chapter president insisted.
"Do you like this Cheryl?" asked Tom. He'd slumped on the bed, while Abby put away her goodies. Evidently he liked Abby too much to push against her will.
"Don't like her, don't hate her," shrugged Abby. "She's got a body that won't stop, though. If she ever takes off in sex-watch out! ... Now then, Tom, back to the Sigma house with you."
Tom let her push him out of the room. "There may be a surprise wakeup breakfast over here from the Sigmas tomorrow," he grinned. "Maybe I'll catch you in bed, honey."
"Maybe you will," said Abby. She closed the door on Tom and leaned against it.
Cheryl had drunk in all the information as her masturbating hand slowed and stopped. She felt sorry that the action was over. But it was great to know that Abby thought she had a sexy body! Her cunt still glowed, swollen and wet. I dig you, too, Abby, she thought.
But there was to be no surcease of the sex action after all. To Cheryl's surprise, Abby locked the door, stripped off her blouse and bra and reached for something under the bed. She rolled out an ordinary soccer ball. Cheryl recognized it from the black and white panels. Abby stepped carefully out of her clothes, clad now only in sexy nylon panties. She sat down squarely on the soccer ball, long thighs stretched out and began to rock the ball tight against her crotch. At the same time she cupped her breasts and kneaded them, moaning.
"OH, ALLEN, ALLEN, IF YOU WERE ONLY HERE, LOVER! I NEED YOU. I NEED SEX."
Cheryl almost died. She'd never seen anything as sexy as Abby getting it off on that soccer ball. No wonder the sport was popular with girls these days! There was the luscious Abby, naked practically, and hot for sex, and here she was just as high and hot. Yet Cheryl dared not reveal herself. She'd waited a month for Abby to pull that damnable necklace out of hiding and there it was, almost forgotten on Abby's dressing table. If she came out of the closet now there'd be too many questions."
Lips parted, face flushed in excitement, Cheryl stayed in the closet, working her cunt again, thrilling to the deep, new rushes of sexuality as her roommate a few feet away likewise moaned in bitch pleasure as she rocked on the ball and palmed her breasts, long red hair flowing, lips parted arid gleaming, face dreamy with hot bodily desires.
Cheryl trembled in her hunger for contact with the lovely vision before her eyes, that fine skin softly gleaming, those long, naked thighs working soft, sexy muscles as the girl immolated her cunt and crooned out her deep sex needs.
In about ten seconds, Cheryl knew, she was going to burst out of the closet and fling herself on the near-naked girl. The only thing that saved her was her rising rush to orgasm. Abby's weird form of masturbation turned her on like mad. Abby's exposure of all that nude flesh was just too much. She'd seen flashes before, but never so much and never when Abby was sexed up. Cheryl felt faint and femininely powerful at the same time. Crazy hot flashes of pleasure consumed her, paralyzing her thighs, her buttocks, her belly and breasts. She felt tight and swollen and open and aching at the same time. She felt like queen of the world as she gave herself over to orgasm, the exquisite freeze and then the relieving cunt throbs. She had to surrender soft cries of wonder, mercifully covered because Abby's own fires blazed at the same time. Abby gave a strangled cry of intense pleasure and gave up to spasms.
"AH, EHHHHH, AH, AH, AH," she crooned. There they were, two beautiful young women getting it off, burning out their passions ... but not with men, not even with each other, although they were roommates. As Cheryl subsided into the glow of after sex, tears misted her eyes. That cursed necklace and her father's stupidity on his Chicago trip to give Abby's crazy boyfriend a chance to steal it, added up to this impossible situation.
Abby finished her orgasm with winsome sighs, rose, pushed the ball back under her bed and put on a robe, but not before Cheryl, in the closet, saw the thrilling evidence of Abby's deep sexuality, those stained panties that told of Abby's lubricity ... Abby went on into the bathroom.
NOW!
Cheryl almost leaped from the closet and scooped up the necklace. She felt the high thrill of success as she held it in her hands, hard, glittering in a thousand shards of color, breathtaking in its beauty, despite its garishness. Cheryl, like her father, appreciated good jewelry. She let out a huge sigh of relief. Ever since summer, this gorgeous piece of jewelry had corrupted her life and her father's.
"The company won't accept the fact I lost the Gypsy," her father had told her in August.
"They think you connived with the thief?" she asked, incredulous. Her father was an officer in a top New York jewelry firm. His honesty was beyond question.
"They thought my story was weak," he said. "It's true. I took the Gypsy to Chicago to sell to my old college buddy, Harry Windsor. He was on vacation; Harry was always careless about appointments. Only his daughter was in their big house. Foolishly, I told the girl that I had it; where I stayed. Her young boyfriend was there-a young ruffian named Alien. He and a buddy were the masked men that stole it from me later. He was poor; he thought it a great stroke to give it to the daughter, Abby, for nothing."
"But-but-" Cheryl sputtered.
"Oh, I argued with the girl, begged with her. But I couldn't go to the police, not while I had a chance to talk her out of it."
She understood that. Harry Windsor, old college friend and rich Chicago merchant, was John Wallace's best customer and a Brighton University trustee. There was too much to lose through police action.
"The company gave me three months to get it back," said John. "I know we can ... if you'll only go to Brighton, register, make friends with the girl."
Cheryl stormed and wept and pled with him over that. Her big dream was to go to Vassar, not some stupid Midwestern university like Brighton.
"You promised me, over the years," Cheryl wailed. "I have everything but my room assignment at Poughkeepsie. I can't go to Brighton!"
"Only for a semester, till this is settled."
"No, I won't ... "
But she had to. The company suspended her father with no salary. All of a sudden, money was tight. Wallace had never saved much money. With his wife long dead, his passions had been his only daughter Cheryl and donations to Brighton. Cheryl sometimes thought he was almost glad he could force her to go to his alma mater instead of Vassar. Maybe he could've tried harder to get back the Gypsy if Abby had not already been a student at Brighton. He liked the idea of Cheryl coming here.
Well, Cheryl meant to go to Vassar, not Brighton, and with the necklace recovered there was no way to stop her. She'd fly to New York this weekend-maybe tomorrow!-give the Gypsy to her father and he could return it to the company and resume his job. She'd drop out of Brighton and go to Vassar next term. She'd always hated her father's simple-minded attachment to the Midwestern university when he lived in New York. Vassar was the school that would open doors to Cheryl in the future, not Brighton University.
She heard a movement in the bathroom and scurried out into the hall. She'd have to be careful that Abby didn't steal the necklace back. Or denounce her. Now there was a new danger, voices of other girls coming up the stairs to their rooms on the upper floors. It wouldn't do for them to see her with the Gypsy. But where could she hide it in her neat side of the room? Outside her room would be better.
Her eyes fell on Salt and Pepper. Salt and Pepper were two wood figurines that had graced the ancient dark wood table in the third floor hall for thirty or forty years. One figurine was the head and shoulders of a woman made of blonde wood. That was Salt. The other was the small statuette of a man made of darker wood. That was Pepper.
They were part and parcel of the Delta tradition, but no big deal. The artist, some forgotten Delta girl of the Thirties or Forties, had not been very good. So they sat there through the years and the generations of girls tolerated them like you kept around a beat-up old keepsake at home even if it were ugly.
They were about twelve inches high and from the distance looked a little like salt and pepper shakers, thus the name.
Cheryl upended Salt and saw that the figurine was hollow. Quickly she fed the necklace into the interior. She jammed it in, nice and tight so that it wouldn't fall out. By the time the chattering girls reached her level she was empty-handed, smiling politely, and Salt was back in her accustomed place. If the figurine hadn't been touched in thirty years, it ought to be safe for another night or two. Cheryl hugged herself with delight. Perfect! Now if Abby missed the Gypsy, she had only to deny any knowledge and they could search her room and her person forever ... not that she expected Abby to make a public fuss. After all, Abby had stolen it to begin with.
As Cheryl stepped back into her room as if just coming in for the first time, she began to bubble with good feeling. For the first time since coming to Brighton she felt really great.
"Hello, roomie, did you have a great date?" she asked Abby, who emerged from the bathroom combing her long silken red hair.
"Fair, only fair," said Abby. "How was your evening?"
Cheryl not only felt good; she felt aggressive toward Abby, now that she'd pulled the plug on the girl's power over her and her father.
"Interesting. I saw a film classic as a part of my Film Appreciation course. It had a wild scene in it, a girl masturbating herself on a soccer ball. Talk about crazy."
She thrilled to the pretty blush that rose in Abby's cheeks. "That-was crazy-" murmured Abby.
Cheryl pressed on. "I thought I might try it myself sometime. I thought I saw a soccer ball around our room somewhere. Or did I imagine it?"
"I-think there's one around." Abby sat on Cheryl's bed and stared at her. "It must've really turned you on. Your pants are wet."
For a second Cheryl felt embarrassed confusion. She'd forgotten all about her hot time in the closet, which had left its own stain on her tight slacks, almost dry now, but still damning evidence.
Still she felt too good to be brought down by that crack. She was still high from the masturbation and further exalted by getting back the Gypsy. Now was the time to push Abby a little, to get her mind off things like necklaces.
"I'm all sticky; I could use a shower," she said airily. "Are you through in the bath?"
Abby seemed to sense something odd and different in Cheryl's mood. "I was going to shower myself," she said. She sounded almost sullen.
It was great to see her roommate as an equal, not an upperclassman to be kowtowed to as Cheryl had felt she had to do up until now.
She marched up to Abby and took her by the arm. "We can both shower at once," she said lightly. "I always hate to do my back, and none of these gadgets work."
She didn't really expect Abby to shower with her; she just wanted the victory of scaring the glamorous redhead a little. But Abby got up obediently and let herself be walked into the bathroom, almost trotting alongside Cheryl.
"I always thought you were ... nervous about being seen na-undressed," said Abby.
"Oh, I like naked females," answered Cheryl, her demons pushing her. "I like my own body and other girls." She knew she blushed, but kept on. Somehow she had to shock the girl who thought her stodgy. "Kind of dangerous in a sorority, huh?"
She threw her arm about Abby's shoulders and the two roommates faced each other in the bathroom mirror. In her bubbly mood, Cheryl thought Abby looked absolutely ravishing and she looked good, too. They were a couple of really hot looking "broads" when you came down to it.
"Oh, it's all right to appreciate another woman's body, if you don't touch," said Abby. Her blue eyes gleamed softly.
Cheryl felt the warm contact of Abby's body and became aware of a subtle, insistent rising sexuality. Her masturbation had not satisfied her; it had only turned her on. She would have to be very careful. It was one thing to have lesbian fantasies while a boy made love to her. It was quite another to touch, to seduce forbidden flesh. Yet the heat in her loins rose and her face felt moist. She still wanted some kind of victory over Abby, who was a year older, at twenty, and an upperclassman, while she was only a freshman.
Heart thudding in her chest and hands trembling, she undid her blouse and took it off.
"I don't have to worry about being seen nude," said Cheryl. "I'm not that good looking."
"That's a lie!" said Abby, feeding her the compliment she wanted. "You're about the best-looking girl in the Deltas. Look at that long shining hair. Like rippling wheat, as they say. I envy blondes."
Cheryl blushed and shook down her long mane of glory. "I know I've got pretty good hair."
"Your face, fabulous," Abby went on. "Those big green eyes and that golden skin. Mine's too white, too fine. You have a kind of beauty gleam, and a perky nose, better than mine. Full lips too, but not too thick. Mine just barely make it, I hate thin-lipped people."
"Me, too," Cheryl glowed, studying her face and trying to see it as Abby did. Maybe it wasn't too bad. In fact it was pretty good, as Abby said.
Excited, Cheryl slipped out of her half-bra and exposed her breasts, kneading them in the sweet release from their confinement.
"Those breasts are the best I ever saw!" cried Abby.
"Oh, come on. You've got a pair that would shame a movie star."
"Mine are round," said Abby. "They're okay. Yours are more cone like so they stick out farther. Shaped just right. Deeper, not a bit of sag."
To prove her point she pulled her robe open to expose her own breasts. Both girls stared at each other's beauties in the mirror. Somehow it was okay, if they looked at both pairs at once. What Abby said was true. Hers were rounded, classical, full. Cheryl's were deeper, with a better cleavage. Cheryl was taller by an inch, but the taper of her torso was no less elegant than Abby's and her golden skin looked as good as Abby's white, fine-textured counterpart. Both girls had deep indentations to enhance the flatness of young, nubile bellies.
Cheryl felt light-headed. She felt a compelling, burning heat to explore the dangerous, unknown world that played so often in her fantasies. Her cunt flowed in her pants again and her breath became short. Best of all was that incredible, delightful sensation of sexual anticipation. Here was a chance-maybe the only chance of a lifetime-to touch another woman sexually.
Yet it was a tremendous risk. Abby might scream and run. Bring the whole house down around them with hoarse accusations. Cheryl would kill herself if something like that happened; the shame would be too great.
She hesitated-and saw the incredible, tight lock of Abby's nipples. There was a sheen of moisture on the redhead's face, and her eyes looked a little dazed as she drank in Cheryl's half-nude body. There was a fast pulse in the graceful throat. Why, Abby was as sexed up as she was, frustrated by the loss of her boyfriend, by that necking with Tom and the masturbation with the soccer ball.
Unable to speak, Cheryl put her hands on Abby's shoulders and turned the girl to face her. Those blue eyes remained dazed, as if Cheryl had cast some magic spell on the redhead. Abby's robe fell open. Cheryl leaned forward, bringing her naked breasts closer and closer to Abby's naked breasts. Closer ... closer.
The only sound in the room was the harsh breathing of the two fascinated girls. Cheryl's nipples were extremely hot and sensitive, already sending sex flashes clear down into her legs. They locked to such tight peaks they ached a little.
She pressed her breasts against Abby's breasts, her nipples digging into the cream-textured skin, just above Abby's nipples. There was a shock of delight and an instant flow of heightened desire as Cheryl's nipples dug into Abby's smooth flesh and at the same time Cheryl felt Abby's flint hard nipples press insistently into her flesh. Abby gave a deep gasp of pleasure.
Cheryl slid her hands under the robe to Abby's young back and held her lightly as they gently, firmly rubbed nude breasts together, feeling the intense white hot sexuality of the moment.
Then Cheryl brought one hand back to begin a long, teasing slide down Abby's silken belly towards her cunt. She wanted to sob in her sex tension. When she touched Abby's cunt, she was committed for sure. She could talk her way out of the breast play. Once she sank her fingers between Abby's legs, she'd committed a gross, unmistakable lesbian attack that would not bear excusing.
Yet she couldn't stop her hand from sliding down, down ... down ...
CHAPTER TWO
Cheryl's hot hand traveled down over the slight rise of Abby's lower belly. Abby's skin was soft, moist and silken. Hardly daring to breathe, Cheryl extended her fingers to feel wire-like pubic hairs. Her fingers coiled in Abby's thick bush and still the redhead stood like a statue, saying nothing, letting Cheryl explore her body.
Wetness. Abby's pubic patch felt like a satin, sodden washrag in her vigorous cunt flow. Cheryl's fingers ran over swollen cunt lips that were slippery with exuded girl honey. An incredible flow! Even the firm, smooth inner thighs felt slick.
With a groan of desire that was almost a whine, Cheryl sank to her knees before her roommate. The act she'd fantasized so often was within seconds of accomplishment. Her own cunt was so hot she feared she'd have to hunker and throb into orgasm. Her whole body was a flaming network of sex hunger.
Her eyes opened wide as she stared directly at her desired heaven and probable doom. Abby's cunt, small, pink under the glossy red hair patch, ripe with gland fluid, musky to the smell, swollen with unfulfilled desire, waited, defenseless, for her attack.
Cheryl slid her hands inside the robe to clamp on Abby's buttocks. The springy, yielding globes felt extremely exciting. Thus anchored, she brought her lips to Abby's cunt lips. A nerve in Abby's lower belly quivered under the fine skin. Then Cheryl drove her tongue firmly into the heavenly grotto. She tasted slickness, soft pink textures and the obstinate nub of clitoris hidden inside the steaming vagina. With a sob of relief in her throat, Cheryl sucked cunt tissue and clitoris into her mouth, slurping down the delicious syrup of the beautiful girl.
Abby's reaction was instantaneous. There were no screams, no sudden jerking away for freedom, no outraged scoldings. There was only Abby's fast, light breathing, and then the insistent push of her pelvis against Cheryl's face, as Abby widened her legs to give more access and her hands gently guided Cheryl's head, fingers locked in Cheryl's blonde hair.
It seemed to Cheryl like golden moments of precious time, set apart from anything she'd known so far as she crossed the boundary she'd never dared cross. She gave Abby's fast-running cunt a half dozen or so luscious sucks while Abby undulated and moaned in pleasure, and then Cheryl knew she'd captured her victim. Abby's whole body was under Cheryl's control.
Cheryl rose, sliding her hands sensually, with relish, up the smooth skin. Abby still stood as one in a trance, making whimpering sounds of disappointment in her throat, now that the pink tongue no longer violated her sex center, Cheryl swung Abby around and walked her back into the bedroom to her bed, saying the words she'd never expected to hear herself say.
"Abby, you little fox, I'm going to girl-fuck you."
"I-I-I-" was all Abby could manage as she collapsed on Cheryl's bed, her robe falling back. Her eyes still looked vacant.
Cheryl slid out of the rest of her clothes, her whole body burning now with greater fires as she got ready to enjoy this forbidden sexual feast. The light cosmetic of Abby's erotic juice had dried on her nose and lips, the smell thrilling Cheryl to her toes. It was dainty-it was animal. She hungered to attack the fabulous vagina again, but she made time stand still for her. She wanted to miss none of the delights along the way.
Gently, she sank her naked body on top of Abby's nudeness, face to face, breast to breast, hip to hip.
"God!" she breathed as she gathered all the open charms into her arms. It was pure heaven. The finely-textured skin, the voluptuous, warm body was all hers. Yet she moved slowly and gently, first savoring the full body hug, drinking in through her own flesh the overall feeling of Abby's total nudity and surrender. She felt the tight lock of belly and breast and the gelid warmth of the softly breathing girl. She sensed Abby's strong, fast heartbeat in the lesbian excitement. Cheryl laughed softly in relief at having won her desires to this point.
She took the redhead's beautiful face between her hands and kissed a satin cheek. Blue, unfocused eyes seemed to open endless avenues of sex promise to Cheryl. Emboldened, she fixed her lips on the soft, petal-like curves of Abby's mouth. The submitting girl's lips fell open obediently and they kissed in a long, hot embrace. Gleefully Cheryl extended her tongue into Abby's mouth and twined it with Abby's tongue, tasting sweet syrup that flowed lusciously and nibbling Abby's sweetmeat as Abby's milk-fresh breath exploded on her cheek. Heaven!
Cheryl became aware that she unconsciously undulated her loins against Abby's sharp pelvis. The girl's bony ridge pressed open Cheryl's cunt lips and stroked against Cheryl's clit, making her body sing with joy. She had re-discovered the age-old form of lesbian sex contact.
"OH, ABBY, THAT'S FAAAAABULOUS," she whispered, caught up for long, golden moments in fucking against Abby's pelvis and cunt. The fresh gland flow of the two young girls wet both bellies very rapidly. Air sucked obscenely and deliciously between naked stomachs.
Cheryl gave a soft, silvery laugh of pure ecstasy and nipped and nibbled at the soft skin around Abby's throat, her tongue seeking little love points to make Abby shudder. She found them and Abby gave little gasps and cries as she shivered at the erotic attack.
"AH, AH, AH." Abby had started to move her own belly under Cheryl's weight, adding to the joy of lascivious contact. Cheryl felt a swelling, swooning lusciousness that made her fear she was going to rush to whooping, delighted orgasm.
"OHHHH, ABBY," she groaned.
Reluctantly she broke contact with the lush nudity. She wanted cunt. She wanted to eat Abby's cunt gently, insistently, powerfully and totally so that Abby went out of her mind with pleasure and screamed softly in bursting happiness. Cheryl dragged a wet tongue down the salty skin of her lover, leaving a wide patch of glistening saliva. That would give Abby a tingle!
"UUUU, UUUUH," went Abby as Cheryl locked again on the swollen vagina.
Sure of herself now, yet wanting to explore, Cheryl parted Abby's legs wide and ran her fingers possessively over the side of the cunt and pressed and stroked to get the sensation of fondling another woman's sex center. She marveled at the sweet play of the flesh, the healthy pink of the inner tunnel, the little red dart of Abby's clit, extended as if begging for action, and the soft varnish-gloss of Abby's scintillating body. She worked her finger deep inside Abby's vagina, feeling the body-hot interior, the slick grasp of the tight hole, and savoring Abby's quick gasps of hot pleasure.
"Oh, I'm dying for it," cried Abby.
These were just about her first coherent words, and with a laugh of relief at the permission granted, Cheryl resumed the cunt suck. She fingered forward the pink tissue until she could catch the girl's clitoris and some surrounding flesh in a suction peak inside her teeth. It was instinctive-what she would have liked done to her.
Holding that circle of flesh with the clit firm, Cheryl laved and stroked around and on Abby's main sex nerve with her tongue. That clit had the same sensitivity as the rich nerves just under the head of a man's cock. The results were fantastic.
"AH, OHHHH, GREEE-ATE!" gasped Abby. Soft thigh muscles strained as she lifted her pelvis in delight-shock at her taking. That wicked tongue fused Abby's whole network of pleasure nerves, making her body leek in exquisite joy. It felt so good she had to jerk and strain at the suffusing, mind-blowing ecstasy.
To add to her pleasure, Cheryl kept reaming into Abby's tight cunt with her finger, making Abby's vagina glove down on the finger in all out fuck-delight.
"HAAA, HEEE, HOOO," gasped Abby, twisting to higher and higher joy.
Cheryl rose with her lover's rapture. Abby's soft thighs tightened around Cheryl's head, blotting out all sound, and Cheryl could only see white, soft flesh and red pubic hairs. She was engulfed in the pure sweet world of hot cunt sex. She'd often dreamed of performing cunnilingus on another female and she'd seen it once. That must be why she was an expert on her first try.
Cheryl sensed Abby's pre-orgasmic state. Her victim hung there, impaled on Cheryl's tongue, grunting and thrusting her pelvis. Up above, Abby kneaded her own breasts, head twisted back, her whole body a tensing, squirming network of joy as she got ready to pay off her total femininity to her roommate's demanding suck.
Cheryl eased off a bit. She slid her finger out of Abby's cunt. Far better to let the girl hang there on the edge of orgasm, tease and torture her gently, until the taken one was ready to scream for relief. So exquisitely tuned was she to Abby's body that she could tell exactly how close to wipeout Abby was ...
Abby existed in a pure state of sex heaven. It was the best girl sex she'd had since high school, mostly because she stood in awe, and was almost in love with, the blonde New York girl. She'd hungered for Cheryl's touch since the chapter president had told her she had to take Cheryl as a roommate because of Mr. Wallace's campus power. She certainly wasn't going to object. It made sense anyway since both the fathers of the girls were old friends and important alumni, even if the girls had never met.
Cheryl had an impressive New York cool. Not only was she more beautiful than the other Deltas, but she had the proper big city grooming, the right clothes, and knew how to wear them. She knew how to handle herself in all situations. Even though she was a freshman, Cheryl impressed all the Delts, if she only knew it. When she griped about wanting to go to Vassar, nobody laughed at her. She was a superior female who ought to be at Vassar, not Brighton, and they all knew it.
So Abby lusted for Cheryl and feared to show it. The cool blonde could wipe you out with a word or a look if you did the wrong thing. On top of it all was that stupid business with the necklace to make Abby fear Cheryl even more.
Then suddenly tonight a more human Cheryl appeared, with stained pants and lust in her own eyes. Abby had been so fascinated with the honey body of her roommate when she stripped half nude that she'd started to go into her sex trance.
Only one other woman had been able to capture Abby in a sex trance; that had been Miss Robbins, the women's coach at her high school, who'd given Abby her first lesbian experience.
"Abby, your father wants you on the varsity tennis team."
"Yes, Miss Robbins. He said I'd get a new car on graduation of I made the varsity this year."
It was Abby's senior year and she really wanted that car. The hitch was that she was a marginal player. There was only one slot to fill on the varsity and there were a couple of other girls as good, not seniors.
The two women were aloe in the gym. Miss Robbins was no bull dyke. She was slim, blonde, and wore glasses. She spoke softly, telling Abby that she'd have to have a special reason to promote Abby to the team. Abby was such a beautiful girl that Miss Robbins would like to promote her. Nothing crude. Just Miss Robbins standing close and undressing Abby, soothing her with soft words, talking about how women could do so much for each other because they were differently sexed than men.
Abby offered no objection. She wanted the car. She liked Miss Robbins. Above that, she had just broken up with her boyfriend after a glorious introduction to normal sex. The pain of that loss hung heavily on her and it was the first time she learned that lesbian love was a terrific antidote to male love when a man had just broken your heart.
So Abby let Miss Robbins seduce her and go down on her in the romantic (to her) gloom of the gym, experiencing that wonderful sex trance for the first time where she just stood there and opened up her body to the use of another woman's hands, mouth and body. At the last moment, that first time, Miss Robbins held Abby's wrists as her tongue forced the nubile young girl to orgasm, and Abby reveled in that imprisonment. By holding her arms, Miss Robbins took away all chance of resistance, it seemed, and Abby was blameless as her body locked and she spent in furious joy.
Abby made the team and brought them no shame, even if she set no records. She got her car and enjoyed a dozen or more romps with Miss Robbins, who shed real tears when Abby graduated ...
Cheryl decided Abby wasn't going to stand much more teasing. The hot redhead had gone into a fit, almost like an epileptic. Her head, moist from passion, swayed as she moaned. Her body twitched with the hunger to be pillaged. Her soft muscles quivered. Her eyes looked vacant and she dug fretfully at her breasts.
Meanwhile, Cheryl had been having her own special joy as she kept Abby twisting on the back burner. She had a hand between her legs, fucking herself off joyously while she kept her lover hot. Her loins thrust with youthful passion against her hand and deep, deep thrills suffused through her body until she glowed white hot. The other hand moved pliable skin of Abby's lower belly while Cheryl's tongue flicked the clit to keep Abby bouncing and begging.
Cheryl was light-headed with her own orgasmic desire. It was harvest time for girlhood. Cheryl let go of her cunt, seized both of Abby's arms, and held them tightly so the girl couldn't escape. Then she laid a firm, insistent demand suck on Abby's cunt and clit.
"HA-ROOOO!" went Abby.
She strained right up, lifting Cheryl's head and froze with animal whimpers of joy. Her paralysis ended with strong cunt throbs of ecstasy as Cheryl finally let her juice. Wham, wham-what powerful jolts of relief the girl had in her!
"OH, CHERYL-LUSH-US," keened Abby, jerking as she spent.
Cheryl seemed to travel with her partner as the white-hot shocks of relief turned Abby into a happy spastic. It blew Cheryl's mind to feel that sexual surrender in another, triggered by her own love-making. Each delicious throb of Abby's squeezing cunt was a tribute to her. It would be impossible for a woman to have a greater orgasm, Abby's was so strong.
Her body burning in the same white-hot fervor, Cheryl finally let go of Abby's wrists and used both of her hands on herself to reach sex heaven, bucking off to joy, to a delicious muscular freeze and the relief of hot cunt throbs. Her face was still buried on Abby's cunt. Cheryl spent and spent, and sighed, and throbbed some more in this virginal completion of a lesbian love act. At last her thrilled cunt tapered off to occasional jerks and she seemed to ease down into a velvet world of true euphoria, sex needs satisfied. She lay for a long time, glowing, lightly kissing the soft skin of Abby's thighs as the girl juice dried. Regular breathing up above told her that Abby had been worn out and fallen into sleep after the hot suck. Just as well, because Cheryl felt too far away from the mundane world to want to talk about what had just happened.
She slid the redhead under the covers of her own bed and got into Abby-'s bed. She just wanted to sleep herself, the tension of the past month at last topped off by the glorious burst of passion, the wild sex and, at last, restful euphoria. Cheryl slept ...
Once in the grey light before dawn Cheryl awoke. Her body felt good. Her soul felt black, ruined, monstrous. With the passing of lust had come the deepest guilt and shame Cheryl had never felt. Now she would never be able to overcome her crummy fantasy of girl orgasm when she made it with a guy. Her little whirl at fellatio last night had been her sex suicide. As long as she'd never touched a woman, she had hopes of beating her hang-up. If she kept on having sex with guys, she'd reach normal orgasm sooner or later, despite the fantasy. No more! Last night she'd destroyed all that. From now on when she had boy sex she wouldn't be able to keep the picture of actually taking Abby out of her mind. She would probably have to spend years in psychiatry. Worse. Maybe last night's act was a first, step toward lesbianism as her only sex outlet. Maybe she was a bull dyke!
Cheryl averted her eyes from the other bed and wept. That damned necklace had started a chain of events that seemed destined to destroy her! ...
She awoke the next time to clatter and confusion. The Sigmas had pulled their surprise wake-up breakfast on the Deltas. This was a common sorority-fraternity custom in every university. Certain fraternities and sororities seemed to pair off for social events, and the Sigmas had close ties with the Delts.
Cheryl had gone on the last one with the Delts to invade the Sigma frat. The girls gathered, giggling, before dawn and then invaded the Sigma house with the connivance of the house mother. While some of them went through the bedrooms loudly beating on pans and shouting to wake up the sleeping boys, others centered on the kitchen to make a breakfast for everybody. After a few grumpy moments on the part of the sleepers, a good time was had by all with the bountiful food and youthful good spirits. Today the Sigmas returned the favor as Tom had suggested to Abby last night.
Cheryl felt Abby's warm body alongside hers in bed. Sleepily she pulled back in horror. She wanted no further girl sex. She heard the banging and shouting in the other rooms and in the hall. Somebody banged against the door, but it was locked, and after a few blows the person went away. Just like Abby, Cheryl's redheaded roommate had wanted more privacy for them. Poor Abby! Seduced by Cheryl and probably all shook up and wanting more cunt-sucking without realizing the doom it meant for both of them, her roommate had locked the door.
Cheryl reached over and shook Abby to put her straight, to tell her how bad she felt about last night and that they must never, never touch each other again. Her hand fell on Abby's naked belly, but it felt wrong. Her hand slid down, exploring as she sleepily raised her head. Abby's hair was too short. What the devil-
Just as her hand fell on a boy's shorts with a big, hard cock inside, her eyes focused and Cheryl found herself staring with shock into the face of Tom Something-or-other. He was in bed beside her, and he wore only his shorts. Plus a magnificent hard-on.
"Hello-Abby," Tom grinned.
"I'm not Abby!" squeaked Cheryl in amazement.
"This is Abby's bed," said Tom. "There's nobody else in the room."
"Oh, my God!"
His hand had closed over her hand as she held the stiff prick in its prison of jock shorts.
"You can't bring-it-bring that-do what you're doing," Cheryl squealed. She tried to pull back and get out of bed. He held her hand on his cock.
"Abby owes me sex. You're Abby," he insisted, his eyes dancing. He gathered the naked Cheryl to his big, warm body.
"Oh, my goodness, I don't think we're allowed to do this," said Cheryl. "Anyway, I'm not Abby. I'm Che-Cheryl."
"Hello, Che-Cheryl," said Tom. "I'm Tom Talbot."
He'd pulled her to his big male body. His cock in his shorts pressed against her belly, hard, insistent.
"I can't touch you!" she cried, "You're my roommate's boyfriend."
"I'm not. Last night was our first date and you can touch me."
"The house mother would scream bloody murder."
"The house mother's busy. Also, I'd guess that two or three other bedroom doors are locked. This is the first time I've been on the inside. Oh, Cheryl, I dig you."
"You pervert! You came in here and found Abby gone. You pulled back the covers and saw me naked."
He ground his prick on her belly. "Did I ever!" he enthused. "What a thrill. Anyway, your roommate doesn't dig me too much. She's always talking about some Chicago guy named Alien."
All of this time, Cheryl had been thinking furiously. After the first shock she didn't mind at all finding a handsome male with a stretched cock in bed with her. After what had happened last night, the one thing she needed above all was normal sex. Maybe the act with Abby had cured her, not thrust her in deeper! Maybe those lesbian visions would vanish now that she'd really girl-fucked. Tom was handsome and a good lad; she'd seen him around a couple of times. It was a great chance to find out where she was sexually.
"I can't possibly touch you," she told Tom. She ground her smooth belly against his, his big cock prisoned between them. He groaned in pleasure.
"I-guess-I know that. Too crude."
"Right," she said. "I hardly know you." She burrowed her hands under the covers and released his cock from the shorts. It almost filled both of her hands, a fabulous prick.
It lay warmly in her hands, incredibly rigid, and she moved the soft skin over the hard muscle. Tom's eyes got big and he gurgled.
"I don't suppose I could talk you into-AHH-into." he stammered.
"No way," she said. "I'm not a loose girl."
She felt the soft drippings of his pre-seminal fluid seep onto the rounded cock head. Pre-seminal fluid drove Cheryl crazy. She loved the satiny feel of it, the clear, crystal look of it, the acrid taste of it.
"S-s-still, if I could rest a MOOO-minute," he said.
"Perhaps a few seconds," she muttered.
Her cunt was a syrup factory again. Thrill chills shot up her spine and her belly felt a glow of anticipated sex. What a lovely prick! Her breasts burned. She scooted under the covers and took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked off the luscious pre-seminal flow.
"OOOHHHH," he went, bunting his loins. "OH, GOD, AN ORAL WOMAN. I NEED AN ORAL WOMAN."
She hadn't thought much about that. But now that her mouth capped the head of his prick, she ingested more of the tasty shaft. The meat taste, the hard muscle resisting her teeth and tongue excited her.
She threw back the covers to get air and looked at his prick. Big. Red. Fussed. Huge veins feeding a powerful love muscle. Genial Tom Talbot had one magnificent girl-wonder, and she doubted that Abby would mind. She laughed and bit his prick sideways. Then she licked the faint teeth marks and he crooned in pleasure. Tom could take a strong cocksuck.
"There's no fun in oral for me," she said.
"Fix that easily," he said.
He swung her slim body on top of his and dove his head into her saddle.
Cheryl almost died of happiness as his tongue bit into her cunt. A male cunt-sucker. Lots of guys wouldn't do it. Tom would, and he was doing it just great as she hunkered and sputtered and felt first-class sex rushes from his expert use of her clit.
"I think-you've got-the combination to-the safe!" she cried.
He slurped her fulsome cunt fluids. He ingested pink cunt tissue with a powerful suck and laved her clit. Rich waves of pleasure raced through her body.
"Who-goes first?" he gasped.
"Both together!" she cried and seized his cock again. She plunged it into her mouth and gave him exquisite head bobs and suck pressure. He was game. His throat made cream sounds of pleasure but he kept up his cunt suck. A real oral eagle! Maybe an Ail-American, she thought, her breath going as fast as her heart.
She wallowed in his naked flesh, digging pleased fingers into his strong thighs, exciting her breasts with side to side movement on his belly, concentrating on a steady, demanding suck that this fabulous cock would require. He was both masculine-hard and vulnerable tender as his body rocked but his nerves quivered. It was the cocksuck of his life with this luscious, hot blonde on top of him. Everybody said the New York girl was something else again-and she was.
He just held on and did what he had to do, driving his tongue into her velvet tissues, unsealing her tight vagina with a finger now and again, and clearing away her .sweet girl honey with gulps of joy and .lascivious suck sounds. His hands traveled up and down her slim, golden body, soft as satin, firm in youth and he was so hot for her he tried to dig his nose into her asshole.
Cheryl knew how to handle prick. Sometimes her hand helped her mouth as she worked the slippery skin. Sometimes she let go to lick up and down the barrel of the cock, tongue slick and teasing. She dabbed the underside of the cock head where the thick nest of sex nerves fed singing joy into his body and then moved down to ingest his balls gently in her mouth, creating new joy bugs in his sperm factory.
It was easy to read his signals. There were gurgles and gasps, tender shiftings of his body, a tensing of his hard, firm buttocks and the swift, eager fuck-thrusts of his loins. He flew way up in the sky on the magic carpet of sex.
"MMMM, MMMMM, MMMMMMMM," he managed, mouth busy, and as expert on her box as she was on his groovier.
At first it wasn't so easy to give him rich head while enjoying her own rutting passion. Yet she dived into the delight of the double suck, gyrating her loins, reaming her pelvis on his face and thrilling higher and higher with his tongue action. Sometimes he punched it into her cunt, soft and wet, yet firm enough to make her feel penetration. Other times he laved past her clit, being careful not to ride on it harshly.
She had to let go of his cock a minute to draw deeper breaths in her ecstatic joy.
"AWWWW. WUF, WUF," she barked. Dog sounds. Bitch. Bitch in heat.
Now the burn inside of her belly was intense, creeping up to her breasts with her nipples extremely sensitized, creeping down to her calves. She would have to explode this cock and master it before she went whining into her own orgasmic heaven, or she'd leave him hanging. Her pride wouldn't let her do that. Her pre-orgasmic sensations were so incredibly delightful that she got that shivering feeling of wanting to jump out of her skin. It was an approach to a locking, ineffable concentration of nerves and muscles that opened her whole womanhood, a tightening so fierce and pleasurable that her body then had to go into spasms to open out into orgasm and relieving throbs.
She closed her mouth tighter oh the upper end of his prick and used her teeth more to nub his ridge of pleasure under the cock head. He throbbed in ecstasy, squirmed.
"HOOOO," he went.
Now! Right past his protest throbbings, she sucked and demanded the treasure of his balls and interior sex equipment. He gave a massive groan of pleasure at her breaking his masculine seal and went still to prepare his muscles for the crowning spurts of joy. At the last second before he had to surrender to orgasm he notched her cunt and dug a thumb at her asshole. The rich nerves around her anus joined the exploding female network of pleasure.
"AAHHH, EEEE," she went, thrilled to the limits. No one had ever used her asshole against her like this before.
Spurt! She barely managed to hold and swallow his first cream burst as he sang out his joy.
Then it happened-as it always happened. She began to slide off orgasm. Whining as she drank Tom's exploding cock she reached out mentally to grab her old security blanket. Her cunt was being violated by a girl, her own mouth mastered not a cock, but a steaming bitch cunt. Suddenly it was the soft, sexy Abby under her, like last night, and Cheryl pitched into massive orgasm, tightening her thighs around Tom's head and squeezing her cunt in ecstasy.
"MMMMMM," he went.
"RRRRRRR," she went.
They clung and worked out their passionate bursts of orgasm, he with leaping sperm, she with powerful vaginal throbs and squeezes.
Yet, even as she surrendered to the singing pleasure of orgasm, she had to hold tight to her fantasy of Abby's soft body under her, girl straining and gasping, feminine face sweating in passion, nipples taut on big breasts, milky thighs closing, taken cunt pulsing in rhythm to Cheryl's own throbs. In the safe imagined world of girl orgasm, Cheryl could enjoy her own orgasm, no other way.
Tom tapered off and she knew he didn't realize what had happened inside of her. He cooed his delight as he carefully removed his big cock, red and fussed from her mouth, empty but still stiff.
"Rough. I'll feel it later, but I like a hard suck," he said. "Oh, Cheryl, I love you. What are you doing for dinner tonight?"
She had to talk her way out of that. Still, like all her boyfriends, he was easy to handle now that he'd achieved orgasm with her. He dressed and left, eager to join the fun at the breakfast downstairs. She told him she had to get a shower first.
Instead she lay on the bed in her usual sex dilemma, body glowing from the euphoria of sex, soul aching in misery from her peculiar hang-up. Seducing her roommate had changed nothing. All it did was replace her old fantasy with a new one.
She knew the source of her problem. It had happened years ago when Cheryl was twelve or thirteen and her mother was still alive. She had gone to the big bedroom in the Westchester mansion to ask her mother some question-and found the big, blonde woman she worshipped so much going down on the young Puerto Rican hairdresser. Maria was a young girl of great. Latin beauty, soft, big-eyed and feminine. Cheryl's mother was a forthright, well-built but dynamic woman who seemed to dominate everybody.
Her mother's big, golden body covered Maria's brown one as they lay naked on the bed. Her mother had captured Maria's head between her thighs and made her suck. At the same time her mouth had Maria's legs far apart and busily serviced the hairdresser's glossy-haired pelvis. The young girl squirmed in protest.
"OH, NO, MRS. WALLACE. NO, NO, NO," she cried.
But there was no escape for the poor Maria, captured in a feminine sixty-nine position.
"I WANT YOU," Cheryl's mother insisted in a husky voice and, as usual, she got her way. Maria licked the older woman's cunt and her mother came on Maria's face, jerking, eyes big, head down, mouth drawn into a rectos of pleasure.
That was sexy enough, seeing her mother go, but it was even more thrilling to see her mother proceed to harvest the young girl's sexuality. Long brown thighs and graceful legs twisted and surged, heels dug in, as the hairdresser tried to extricate herself. Female sex was probably against her religion and upbringing both, Cheryl thought. Yet lust had to prevail in the end. Her mother handled the young belly and flowering pink cunt as if she owned it, making pleased sounds in her throat, and the legs stilled, the young body went passive and Maria began to sing in taken delight.
"HAYSOOOO, HAYSOOO," she crooned.
This time she dug in her heels and canted her pelvis to be conquered by the older woman. She gave bird-like cries of pleasure as the blonde woman took her. Cheryl could see it all: the brown buttocks tense and intense in orgasm, the pink tongue reaming the wide-open darker pink of the violated vagina, the strain of soft muscles, and, of course, the animal but dainty sounds of the expiring young girl.
Cheryl had just begun to take a deep interest in sex. She thought the sight of the two naked women, head to belly on the bed, the most shocking and yet beautiful sight she'd ever seen in her fife. Her mother's fulsome lust and Maria's reluctant pleasure excited her beyond measure. She adored her mother, who was buxom but lovely, and she thought Maria the sexiest person she'd ever seen. She really couldn't fault her mother for seducing the girl.
Cheryl rushed back to her room and masturbated furiously. Before that she'd only touched her cunt tentatively. Not that day! Again and again she relived that scene. Her mother never knew she'd spied on the lesbian act, nor did Maria. Cheryl fantasized many times about taking Maria sexually but never dared, of course. She also wanted her mother to do it, but mostly she fantasized being her mother, the one on top.
The memory finally faded-only to reappear in force when Cheryl's own sex life began in high school, with boys. At first she had no orgasms and thought sex a drag. Then the fantasy came as she enjoyed sex with a boy she liked. Her mother and Maria-still later other female bodies writhing, to give Cheryl a lift toward orgasm with cocks. It had been that way ever since.
Cheryl got up and put on a robe, then looked down at her cunt. It was drying now, shrinking back to its small, innocent state. It glowed. The taste of Tom's sperm was still thick in her throat. But that fabulous pink sex nest was as firmly fixed on the past as ever.
"I'd trade you," she told her cunt. "God, how I'd like to trade you off!"
Still, it wasn't her cunt, it was her. She had to live with it. With a sigh, Cheryl returned to reality. While there's life there's hope, she thought. Best to go get that necklace now. She'd done it all at Brighton, had new experiences and she could escape back to New York and save her father's job and start thinking about Vassar. After all, there were other things in life besides sex.
She peeked out in the hall. No one there. The whole sorority was down in the kitchen and dining hall enjoying the breakfast the boys had prepared for the Delts, from the roar of sound that came up the stairwell. Good!
She had moved quickly down the hall to grab the figurine, Salt. Salt was not there. She stopped in shock. Pepper still sat at the other end of the hall table, misshapen face leering. But Salt, with the necklace inside, had vanished, utterly and completely!
CHAPTER THREE
One quality that Cheryl had inherited from her mother was a buoyant perseverance. The tougher things got, the harder she tried. Her tears and regrets were brief. The figurine was gone and with it the necklace worth three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Her future was really in jeopardy now, unless the thief were Abby, who might've spotted her hiding the Gypsy.
Cheryl was too late for the breakfast, but she confronted Abby shortly afterwards. This morning the redhead looked at her shyly, with stars in her eyes. The sex encounter last-night was uppermost in her mind, it seemed. Cheryl acted toward her as if nothing had happened.
"That figure that sits in our hall outside the room, it's gone," said Cheryl.
"Good riddance," said Abby. "Somebody ought to get rid of Pepper too. I always hated those statues, or figurines, whatever they are. I don't like art that makes the human being ugly."
There was no start of guilt or over-protest. Cheryl was sure Abby hadn't taken Salt. That put Cheryl deeper into trouble-she had to operate on two fronts now. Find Salt-and the necklace. Evade any questions about it, when Abby missed it. Abby was sure to miss it this morning.
Cheryl realized she might've done better to tackle Abby about it directly when she first signed up with the Delts. But then there'd been no evidence that Abby even had it. If Abby's boyfriend had it, she'd certainly lie to protect him. Last night was the first time Cheryl had seen it.
It didn't take much detective work to find out where Salt had gone. When Cheryl asked around discreetly, she struck pay dirt.
"Sure I saw Salt this morning," said Scotty Blair, a petite brunette, and a freshman, like she was. "That frat guy, Tom Talbot-he had it. He said he wanted it as a token of remembrance for the greatest surprise breakfast the Sigs ever had over here."
So Tom had grabbed in, probably in sheer exuberance, on the way out of her room. He commemorated their sex. How ironic!
"Frankly, I didn't think the breakfast was that good," Scotty went on. "Those guys don't know much about scrambling eggs if you ask me. Almost burned."
"Still that Talbot is a hot cowboy," said another. "If I could date that, I wouldn't worry about burned eggs."
"A dream," sighed Scotty.
"Hey," said Cheryl. "We can't let the Sigs get away with that. Salt and Pepper are our property. A sort of-uh-landmark."
"Ugghhhh," said Scotty.
"Yecchhhh," said another.
"Good riddance. Wish he'd taken Pepper too," laughed a third.
Cheryl felt better. If Tom Talbot had it, she could probably get it back easily enough. He probably hadn't even discovered the Gypsy. The hole in Salt was deep and she'd really crammed the necklace way up and tight. Maybe she could get it back today. Maybe the delay would only be for a few hours!
She dressed and got out of the Delta Rho house as soon as she could. She didn't want to answer any of Abby's questions this morning about missing jewelry. She called the Sig house from a public phone, but didn't reach Tom. The best she could do was reach his room-mate, a guy with a squeaky voice who identified himself as Spider Strawn.
She had a spot of trouble with Spider. Tom's roommate had a fast lip and a racy vocabulary. At last she drew out of him the fact that Tom was out for the day.
"Classes till noon, then he works at the Biology Lab in the afternoon," said Spider. "Why don't you come over this afternoon and we can kick around a coke before he arrives. He tells me you've got New York class."
"Tell him I'll see him tonight," she said. "His place. It's important."
"You're passing up heaven," said Spider. "Good looks aren't everything, Cheryl. I'm built like a pig. Mine's corkscrew-shaped and the girls love it."
"I'll let you know if I get a leech for pork," she answered coolly and hung up. It would be best not to mention Salt until she saw Tom. He and his roommate might get curious and look inside.
She burned to get her hands on Salt, but forced herself to go to her Art Appreciation classes, then spent the rest of the day in the library and the Student Union building. It would be best to catch Tom alone, in his room, where Salt probably was ...
She reached the Sig house about dusk and found it to be a beautiful old mansion, surrounded by trees and shrubs, warm and hospitable looking from the outside. Frat boys came in for the dinner hour and there were lights on the lower floors and muffled sounds of vigorous male voices as she tarried on the lawn. So many high animal spirits. In a way she hated to go in and face the gauntlet of all those male voices, bodies, staring eyes.
A young thin man drifted up from the campus and smiled shyly at her.
"Are you a Sig?" she asked before he could find some opening gambit.
"Yeah." His eyes drank in her beauty in appreciation. "Can I help."
He was a nice, shy type, not one of those galloping monsters she'd seen go in, shouting and laughing.
"I'm-a girl friend of Tom Talbot's. I-I'd like to sneak into his room and leave his birthday present. Then I'll call him later and it'll knock him out. But I don't want to burrow through a crowd of guys, you know."
The young man looked disappointed, but his eyes lit up. "Sure. That's his room, right up there, third floor, at the corner. By the big tree." The idea of sneaking in a present appealed to him. "Hey, if you're any good at climbing I'll bet you could go right up that oak. It has real big branches."
"What?"
"Why not?" he said. "I'd give you a boost and you could walk to the window practically. Old Spider, Tom's roommate, does it all the time for kicks."
She stared at the tree and the window. It could be opportunity knocking. She felt a pulse of excitement. She might even be able to get into the room, find Salt and leave again, no one the wiser. It looked like an easy climb.
"Okay. You give me a boost-uh-Mr.-"
"Harold. What's your name?"
"Uh, Abby." She took him by the arm and hustled him over to the tree. "Remember, don't tell anybody. Don't tell Tom especially."
"Right, Abby. Good luck." He presented his bent knee and locked hands and she went up easily into the lowest branch.
"Don't bother to wait," she called down, delighted with the adventure. "Getting up's hard, but I can swing down all right."
He nodded and waved, looking up at her, glasses shining. A very nice young man. He went on in to the Sigma house. It puzzled him that the girl didn't have a present with her, but maybe it was concealed about her person. More important, Harold was making points with Tom Talbot, who was a big man with the Sigs. Harold's position in the fraternity was not strong, so it helped to do Tom Talbot a favor ...
Cheryl stepped from the thick tree branch onto the window ledge and entered the third floor room without any trouble, since it was open a few inches at the bottom. The room was empty, as her instincts had told her it would be. Tom had yet to return from campus and his job, while the roommate was either downstairs feeding his face, or off somewhere. No one in sororities or fraternities ever spent the dinner hour alone in an upstairs room; it was a social time.
The room was surprisingly like the one she shared with Abby at the Delt house, not only in size but in appearance. One side was neat and reserved, the other chaotic. There was a made bed, a work desk with books and papers neatly arranged, a bureau free of clutter and a closet with clothes carefully hung. It had to be Tom's side, because the other was marked by a crude poster on the wall: SPIDER'S WEB.
That side of the room was dominated by the most obscene poster Cheryl had ever seen-a blow up of two heads, a woman sucking off a man's cock. The girl's hair fell forward to conceal her features, but the thick cock, stiff and buried in the girl's mouth as she distended her lips, was all too clear. Cheryl felt a tingle down below. Crude but effective!
Her mind skipped over the rest-unmade bed with books on it, clutter on the floor, clutter on the second desk, clutter in the closet. Spider, apparently, never got his act together. There was no doubt as to what Spider's act was. Two crossed whips hung on one spot of the wall, bearing the legend: LOVE 'EM, LICK 'EM! Most fascinating of all was the row of small objects along the edge of Spider's desk. Cheryl had seen pictures of these objects, and, long ago, her mother kept one in her bureau.
Vibrators. Cock-shaped objects, made of plastic, four of them in a neat row. Cheryl felt another tingle in her cunt as she stared at the silent, still sex gadgets. Each was bigger than the last, both longer and thicker. The smallest was about four inches high and thin. The largest must be eight inches or more and fat.
With an effort Cheryl put her mind to the search of the room, looking for Salt. She heard the hum of life downstairs, while feeling no fear of interruption. The sound was almost lulling. She found it absorbing to dig into the contents of the boys' room, like taking a peek into their secret lives. The room reeked of maleness and she got a little dizzy, fantasizing what could happen to a poor cunt trapped in a place like this.
No Salt, She spent a good half hour turning, over every object in the room, looking under beds, into any spot large enough to conceal the stolen figurine. Absolutely no luck. Damn!
She ended up at the desk by the vibrators. Ugly things! Used only by older women whose husbands had lost interest in them, or unmarried, unloved and lonely older women. It would take the warped mind of a man to think up such a dumb imitation of one of life's finest objects-a living male prick! She looked inside each one but found nothing but batteries, of course. She turned on the base of the largest one and felt it vibrate and hum wickedly in her hand. My God, think of sticking something like that inside your body! Her whole belly tingled.
She made a pass with it between her legs and received a shocking, thrilling spike of delight as the machine burrowed against her cunt. Holy Maloney, it felt great even through her pants and panties.
Resolutely, she turned it off, put it back in its place, and heaved a sigh. She went to the window. She had no desire to be caught in Tom's room; he might get the wrong idea! She turned to look back over the room, hating to leave.
She went back to Spider's desk, picked up the smallest vibrator, and used it between her legs. The poor little four-inch thing was cute. It felt good, but nothing like the large one. She turned on two of them, holding one in each hand, and rubbed one on her cunt while pressing the other in her crack to tingle her asshole. Her pelvis automatically canted up and she undulated obscenely, gasping a little. Wow! These things really beat finger masturbation.
Wouldn't it be great to give herself a job without the boys knowing and slip on out the window. No-it would be better to do herself and leave something behind, some mysterious thing so they'd know a woman had been there-but not who. Her panties! Get 'em good and wet and drape 'em over the vibrator display.
Chuckling in delight, Cheryl stripped down her pants and tossed them aside. Playing a trick like this made the use of a vibrator on her flesh okay. Fun for her, fun for them later trying to figure out who the panties belonged to. But of course Harold would tell Tom. then Cheryl's face got a big grin. The name she'd given Harold had been "Abby" not her own! Beautiful!
She sat in Tom's big, comfortable leather chair and experimented. The six inch one was just about perfect. It slid suggestively between her golden thighs, pressing in to the sheer panties like a blind cock, seeking a pink girl slit.
"Just do your thing, honey," she whispered to the machine, "let mama do the rest."
Each time she ran the humming, vibrating plastic cock over her pelvis and down she dug it a little deeper into the soft mass of her cuntal area.
"AH-HOO-NOOOO-" she gasped as the buzzing devil made contact with her clit. "AH NOW, AH NOW. HEY!"
She turned it off and tried to catch her breath. It was like drag racing. You went from zero to a high sex feeling in twenty seconds flat. Her cunt was already swollen and running' rich syrup. The inside of her vagina, her belly, glowed, tingled and thrilled as sex desire and sex tension rose like a fast elevator.
She ooooozed her cunt against the vibrator with luscious, lascivious undulations, deliberately wetting her panties as she tried to suck the fake prick into her tunnel. Her vagina was sure ready for it! Her heart pounded and her breath was short as she worked and worked, getting higher and hotter.
"AAAAGGGHHH," she called softly. "FUCK,-FUCK."
It thrilled her out of her skull even while she felt guilty in giving her sexuality up to a mere machine.
"What's-a nice machine like you-doing in a-hot cunt college-like this-" she gasped.
There, that would do. Her panties were soaked, clear from the waist down under to her buttocks. She stripped them off and tossed them on the desk to loop over the other vibrators.
She stood there half-naked, burning in bitch heat. Yet she didn't want to go all the way on an old woman's sex aid. That lacked class.
She unbuttoned her shirt and began to knead her breast. The itch and burn of her lust was too great to ignore. There was no shame in a finger well-used. She dug her finger into her eager cunt, servicing her clit and kneading her burning, sexed up nipples as she fell back in the chair.
"Go-go time!" she gasped.
It was no good. Lust itself lacked class and she burned to try out the plastic prick. With a cry of desire, feeling ashamed, she grabbed the vibrator and plunged it into her cunt. She drew in her breath in an erotic gasp as the white, rounded head of the machine violated her outer lips, found her clit, found her inside passage and burrowed into pink, sex-hungry tissues.
"AH, AH, AH," she gulped in thrilled satisfaction as the humming vibrator, moving fuck-wise in her hands, used her. "Oh, my God." Deeper, deeper into her, making her gasp as she opened her legs wider. She jogged it faster and began to hump and give hot, happy cries of rising delight ...
Returning from his job in the Biology Lab, Tom Talbot stopped in surprise when he saw a light in his room. Spider, his roommate, couldn't be home-he worked in the Chemistry Lab nights, and he never missed. That meant that some sneaky Sig was up to some dirty trick. It was the price you paid for being popular. The guys were always working off some kind of practical joke on you. Tom raced around to the rear of the house and entered, ignoring the babble of sound from the dining room, and rushing silently up the back stairs. He meant to nail the bastards in the act.
He went into his room silently, and everything changed from anger into thrilled wonder as he crept up on the sight in the easy chair.
It was a girl, naked, and she was fucking herself with one of Spider's vibrators. Well, she wasn't entirely naked. Her shirt hung loose on her shoulders as she kneaded one of her breasts, but the rest of her was naked, with long legs spread out and loins moving. Her head thrust back, her eyes were closed. It wasn't just any girl, either. It was the vision that had danced in his head all day long, Abby's sexy roommate, Cheryl, who'd pulled his cock that morning.
She was a luscious sight, the tanned, beautiful body stretched in sex agony and delight, graceful belly and thighs working, soft muscles flexing, lovely legs extended. So open, so lustful, so beautiful. His cock came right up in his pants. He began to undress.
"I-I'M GOING TO CUM," the girl whispered in lascivious wonder, shaking her head from side to side and beginning to pant. "OH, I'VE GOT TO GO."
Tom was naked himself. He knelt before the girl and pulled her hand with the vibrator free of her cunt as she opened her eyes to stare at him in shocked disbelief.
"So cum," he gurgled.
He caught a flash of blonde pubic hairs, pink, swollen cunt and then slid her butt forward and aimed his big, hard cock.
"OH, NO!" she cried, trying to sit up.
Too late! The vibrator had loosened her vagina nicely for him and had whipped up a heavenly run of sweet girl juices. His cock notched her opening and slid right in, only to be grasped firmly by the young girl's tight passage as if her velvet tunnel was operated by a spring lock. She tensed against him with a cry of despair. He hugged her loins to his with a cry of delight. Living cock shot up into her vagina and claimed her.
"NAW, NAW," she whined.
There was no escape. Not only did Tom hold her too tightly, but her own belly conspired against her in its mad desire to reach orgasm. She was so far gone into sex that the new friction of real cock meat captured her absolutely.
"TOM-I DIDN'T-MEAN-" she managed in a broken voice.
"DO IT!" he commanded, fucking happily into her tight cunt.
She stopped resisting. She slid her cunt forward and rocked on him, biting her lips, gasping, feeling the white-hot delicious turmoil in her belly gather into the stretched-out wonder of pre-orgasmic paralysis. Suddenly she had a vision of Abby's body, naked, with her cunt throbbing. The lesbian flash let her rush to orgasm.
"AH, YEH, OOOO," she went: Then: "FUUUUCKED!"
Her cunt locked and began to spasm. Those powerful throbs unleashed fires in Tom's belly as he fucked faster and took her up and out over the edge into jerking, relieving throbs of spent girlhood. She fell back and then lifted again to spend some more, keening in animal pleasure.
"FEELS ... SO ... GOOD," she went.
"Honey, I like this homecoming," he exulted. She was finishing her run, but he'd barely started his fuck.
"I. was just ... I was just ... " she apologized as her spasms tapered.
He put a hand on her lips. "Forget it, honey. You've finished, dear Cheryl. Let me do my-ahhh-thing."
There was no way she could allow it. She'd been having a private party and suddenly a naked male appeared from nowhere and drove his cock into her cunt without a by-your-leave. It was Tom; Tom was sweet. He was handsome and well-hung but it was an inexcusable invasion of her privacy.
She gave a sudden, adroit jerk to uncock him. Then she quickly swung her legs over the arm of the chair and escaped. He gave a cry of disappointment. His powerful cock glistened on the outside with the sweetness of her private oils and glowed on the inside from the fabulous friction in her snug, young cunt. He lunged for her, but she ducked under his arm, reaching for her pants.
"I-I-just tried something-I didn't mean-" she stammered.
"You came here," he howled. "You slipped into my room to be with me."
"No, Tom. I came for that little statue. The figurine in the hall of the Delta Rho house."
"What?"
"Oh, you know. It looks like an oversized salt shaker, over a foot tall. We call it 'Salt'. You took it from the table in the hall this morning."
He stared at her, trying to make the jump from the sexy sight of the girl, the spontaneous quick lock with her, to this mundane discussion of salt shakers. He looked ludicrous, standing there nonplussed with his big hard-on sticking up.
"The figurine, dammit," she said impatiently. "Don't stand there staring at me like a jackass. Where's the thing you stole."
She saw his blush and realized at once she'd made a serious error. She couldn't fault herself. His theft of the statue had brought her here, not his charm, strong though it was. Then came the shock and shame of his discovery of her masturbating. An honest cowboy would've withdrawn and given her a warning instead of sneaking in on her. On top of that he tried to take advantage of her, plunging his cock into her when she was so high in lust she had no choice but to let his prick finish her off. Naturally she was shaken and angered when she recovered from her need for orgasm. He was like most of the guys she'd had sex with during her high school years. He could only think of the immediate needs of his prick, which strained in hunger for her cunt.
"I don't know anything about a statue," he said.
"Oh, noooo," she wailed. She stepped into her pants and pulled them up. "Tom, we have to talk."
He saw her cunt, ripe and juicy, disappear inside of her pants.
"You uncocked me, you little bitch," he roared. "Nobody does that to Tom Talbot!"
He swung at her and she ducked with a scream. His eyes roved the room looking for a suitable instrument for punishment. There were those two crossed whips on the wall. They weren't full-sized bull whips, being smallish, only about three feet long, but they were real leather. As she scrambled for the window, he seized one of the whips and went for her.
"Whap". She took a stinging blow on the buttocks and jumped a foot from the searing pain.
"Tom!" she screamed.
"You had to cum-I helped you. Then you tried to hang me up, you New York crud!" he roared.
He whipped her again and she fled from the window, crying out in pain. Each blow cut cruelly into her buttocks, laying white hot fire on her ass, protected only by her tight slacks. Oh, her butt did hurt! Shocked, really scared now at his anger, she spun and ran into his arms.
"Tom, I'm really sorry. Don't hit me any more."
"You were a jerk."
"I was a jerk. I'm sorry."
He shoved her down on his bed.
"Take off those pants."
Crying a little now, scared, humiliated and angry in a chaos of emotions, she began to scoot out of her pants as fast as she'd scooted in to them. She had time to think ironically, "What would the people who see me as the cool, laid back New York wench think of me now?"
She realized now she was sure to be fucked. She had to make it up to him so he wouldn't lie about taking Salt. She had to soothe his bruised feelings about her not being here because he was a great lover, and for uncocking him. She'd be lucky if he let her off with a fuck and didn't whip her any more. Her ass really burned.
He helped her jerk her pants off and then he hopped on the bed.
"Spread 'em," he ordered.
She had no choice, did she? She spread her legs, beginning to feel a little snake of sex coil through her belly. So this was what it was like to be mauled by a man and raped. Almost raped. The idea of being submissive to a male seized her fancy. It was primitive stuff-man hits woman on the head with club and drags her into a cave.
"Don't-fuck me too roughly," she begged, half kidding and half meaning it.
He grunted and she felt him try to notch her. Unfortunately in the action, and his anger, he'd lost some of his hard-on, and his hose was too flexible to go in.
"Shit," he said.
She reached down and jacked him off, laving his prick with her cunt oils, which had run richly from his spanking of her bottom.
"It's all right," she soothed him. "It's all right. I insulted you, Tom." A rapist looks silly when he isn't quite hard enough, she thought. Fortunately, he firmed up now and notched her, with the help of her hand. His cock slid into her cunt easily, half its length on his first push, giving her a warm thrill. She realized she'd have to make it good for him, make it perfect, for his hurt feelings, for the necklace, for her entire future. She relaxed into her ball-bearing hip motion, matching his cock thrusts with full undulations of her lower body.
He sank down on her slowly, gathering her body to his nudity. She might as well be nude. She wore only her shirt, loose, breasts revealed. Her panties were over on Spider's desk. Her jeans were off and her shoes and socks over by the window. He had it all, and she took his weight with a thrilled sensation of being completely possessed. His driving cock meant business, utter, serious fucking as he reamed in and out of her.
She was hot, too. The ride with the vibrator had heated her up for further sex action. On top of that, the butt-whipping he'd given her had made her bottom glow and increased her feminine desire to submit to hot, impaling male cock.
"AH, CHER-ILLLLL. SEXXXY," he moaned.
"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT," she murmured.
She'd always had a problem at the start of sex with a boy. Some deep sense of privacy made her unwilling to admit a prick into her belly, so close to her baby-making womb, even if the pill protected her. The boys who knew her best learned to indulge in long sex play before taking her.
The vibrator and the whip marvelously shortened her need for foreplay. She rocked happily on Toni's cock now, satisfied to accept his violation, even if she hadn't wanted to. As she thrilled higher and higher, she decided this was going to be good sex for another reason. The wildness of this action would surely cure her of her hang-up. After the exotic and erotic cunt run on the vibrator alone in the boys' room, and after the sudden appearance of Tom and quick thrust of his prick to bring her-not to mention that sexy whipping-she was sure to have a different kind of orgasm. A normal one. If normal sex resulted in abnormal orgasm, then it followed that abnormal conditions would produce the opposite.
She felt, creamy, submissive, open. If a man caught a woman just after orgasm, she was a sure bet for a second. Men's lusts vanished with hot, liquid spurts. Women sank more slowly out of lust, like feathers floating down.
"TOM-IT'S SO GREAT, FABULOUS. I GUESS SPIDER GAVE YOU MY MESSAGE. ALL THOSE LIES ABOUT SALT ... I REALLY WANTED TO COME TO YOUR ROOM.
"I-I-I-" he said, and his eyes bugged.
He was ready to juice; she wasn't. She realized with a shock that he'd been pumping lustfully into her cunt steadily for three or four minutes and his cock was sensitized toward bursting. He had sensitized her thighs, buttocks and belly. But the delicious thermometer in her spine, where the red passion rose slowly to join the tingling flow from her eager nipples ... it hadn't risen high enough yet.
She wanted earnestly and desperately to cum with him. She must explode with him. Otherwise he wouldn't believe her lie that she'd come here for cock, as she'd said a moment ago. Damn! Why didn't her body respond to her feelings, like most people's?
He began to keen in the final throes. He lost strokes; his breathing became erratic.
"OH, CHERYLLLLLL, MAKING YOU, FU-FUCKING YOU," he gasped.
She went under then, as she always had to do. She filled her mind with the picture of a woman's naked cunt, swelling, boiling at her mouth and soft thighs closing on her ears. She made herself hear strangled gentle cries of feminine joy-distress. The thermometer in her backbone immediately shot up to overload and she stiffened in the ineffable joy of orgasmic relief. A deep, clear picture of Abby's voluptuous body straining in cunt ecstasy finished her off.
"Tom-I-OH, MY GOD."
Right up to the peak, just as he froze and cried out.
"OH! OH! OH!"
He unloaded his maleness into her in hot jets of sperm, whining a little at the surging pleasure as his equipment spumed. She felt his powerful contractions as he seeded her and at the same time, holding the lesbian picture in her mind, she met him, throb for spurt. Her cunt squeezed forcefully on his spending cock, and their bodies locked in crazed jerks of joy at a perfect double orgasm.
By the time his cock tapered to lesser runs, he nibbled at her neck and cooed his love for her. She felt the warmth, the closeness and the euphoria of her release, and yet she bottomed out to an immense sadness. Her hang-up was there, as strong as before. If she hadn't invoked the vision of girl fucking, she couldn't have matched his orgasm. She might not have even reached orgasm. Doomed, doomed, doomed.
It didn't help much when he, softened by his luscious fuck in her, admitted that, yes, he'd taken the figurine she called "Salt". But he didn't have it any longer. He'd given it to his roommate, Spider, who had carted it off to the Chemistry Lab where Spider worked. Spider had been looking for just such a container as that. Tom said he'd felt foolish in grabbing the darned thing in his exuberance that morning.
"I wanted a token of our fabulous time this morning," said Tom. "That was the best wakeup breakfast I was ever at. But the thing was too ugly to symbolize my deep love feelings for you, honey. I had to get rid of it ... "
CHAPTER FOUR
Abby Windsor suspected she was the only girl in Delta Rho's who'd ever had her asshole reamed by a tongue. Alien, her former boyfriend in Chicago, had done just that to her one lazy summer afternoon in Chicago while her parents were off on their annual vacation in the Northern woods. He'd plunged his tongue between her buttocks and ground right down on her sphincter. In sixty seconds flat he had her so wild she wanted to scream and jump right out of her skin with joy. That sucking, massaging tongue right on her ass muscle turned her into a babbling, helpless creature. Alien had only to finger her cunt a little to make her explode into orgasm after that.
It was typical of the shocking, lustful things Alien did. It was why she couldn't give him up even though she suspected he might have criminal tendencies. It also taught her something about herself. Her rear entrance was much more sensitive than other people's. He need only touch it with his finger to make her bleat and start to sex up. Once she got over the shock of being tongue-licked in that forbidden area, she wanted to have it done again. She even wanted to feel his prick up her ass. Alien refused. He wouldn't even tongue her a second time. He was like that, wild, impulsive and unmanageable.
She quickly discovered that summer that very few people associated bunghole touching with sex. After Alien disappeared (she suspected that he was in jail though he didn't contact her) her leech remained.
She wasn't sure she'd go as far as welcoming a hard prick in her tight little anus, but she sure wanted to experience that tongue reaming again. And why not from a woman? They had tongues too and were much more animal than men, once aroused. Yet, when the opportunity came, she funked it. You had to be very close to a person to ask for something like that.
On the same night that Cheryl had her joys and problems at the Sigma fraternity, Abby, in her room, played "nipples" with Scotty Blair, the cute freshman from Colorado. Abby had learned by her second year at Brighton that you could kiss and fondle about half the girls in the sorority. Half of those would go farther and try girl sex. Most of these were merely curious, and, having had it, would indulge no more. That left a few who were truly bisexual or lesbian. Most of these, like herself, had had girl sex before coming to college.
Scotty Blair seemed to have hot eyes. They spent a delicious hour in Abby and Cheryl's room, chatting about classes and professors and trying on some of Abby's clothes, an excellent way to see and touch another girl.
Scotty was not repulsed. Scotty was smooth as silk. A few kisses, a few hugs, a lot of chatter and laughter, eyes gleaming, cheeks blushing, and finally breasts touched and kissed, leading to quick nips and nibbles, around cheeks and throats which would lead to French kissing and the real thing. That was when an overeager Abby made her mistake. She told Scotty about Alien and his wild tongue. Instantly there was a freeze in the room. The smiles and hugs vanished. Scotty quickly finished her business of borrowing some of Abby's clothes and fled the room.
It was a disconsolate Abby that Cheryl discovered when she got back to the Delt house. Cheryl herself had spent a miserable evening, not so much worried about the lost necklace as her unshakable hang-up. She'd delayed going home as long as possible, hugging her sorrow inside. At the moment, the recovery of the Gypsy seemed less important than Cheryl's growing fear that her sex life was forever doomed. She truly liked sex with men. She was normal in that regard. Yet when orgasm time came, she had to fantasize girl sex to make it.
Since the necklace was not the main worry at the moment, Cheryl had the courage to jump Abby on that subject.
"I stole your necklace," she said. "You deserved it, since your boyfriend stole it from my father."
Abby was in bed, naked from the waist down, but covered. Up above she wore a tight T-shirt which said "Try me". It emphasized those full, round breasts and her perky nipples.
"I know it," she said calmly. "I've been waiting for you to ask for it, or steal it back."
Cheryl slumped on Abby's bed. "What's the deal?"
"Alien's gone. I think he's in jail. I wanted to return it, but it was so pretty that I wanted to keep it just a little while longer."
Cheryl gave an exasperated laugh.
"Now she tells me. If you'd done the right thing, I wouldn't even be here. I'd be at Vassar where I wanted to go. My father would be out of trouble with his company."
Abby sighed wearily. "So you've got it-go to Vassar."
"I haven't got it." Cheryl poured out the story of Salt and Tom and her expedition to the room of the fraternity boys. When she came to the sex part, she plunged ahead recklessly. She had no face to save with Abby, whom she hated at the moment.
Abby listened with her eyes getting big. "Wow! That's some hang-up all right. No orgasm without the lesbian fantasy. That's a rich one!"
"Just call me 'stuck', Abby. I'm the great New York princess that everybody thinks is so cool, in charge of her life. Instead, I'm the lowest of the low Delts."
Abby sat up to come into Cheryl's arms, soft and warm. She hugged her disconsolate roommate.
"Hey, it's rough, but you're not the only one with hang-ups, Wait'll you hear mine."
Abby, too, felt low and in a confessional mood. She whispered her secret into Cheryl's ear. In her fondness for the flesh of the warm blonde, she ended by digging her tongue into the dainty crevice of Cheryl's ear.
Cheryl shivered and it was her turn to laugh. "Why, that's no hang-up at all, Abbs! You have a great butt. Any guy would tongue ream you just to get some action. A lot of guys would probably do it in your rear, even if they didn't like it, so they could get you to let them in the front door."
"But they'd look down on me," wailed Abby. "I couldn't stand that, Cher."
It was the first time the girls had ever used nicknames on each other.
"They'd look down on me, too, if they knew what went on in my head at orgasm, Abbs." Cheryl hugged Abby and kneaded the sexy breast in the T-shirt. "As for your hang-up, I'd lick your butt any time. I only wish you could solve my problem so easily."
Abby hugged back. "I can help you, Cheryl, I know I can. You can help me and we can both get over our hang-ups."
In a sudden surge of feeling, Cheryl kissed Abby's sensual lips.
"I'll take all the help I can get. I'd like some help in getting back that necklace, too!"
"Deal!" cried Abby, against her roommate's lips. Then she opened her wet, lascivious mouth to encourage Cheryl's warm tongue inside to explore and French kiss her in rising sex need.
As Cheryl skinned up the T-shirt off the soft body of Abby, she began to thrill deep inside, sensing they were to have more girl sex. Only this time there was going to be a kinky side to it. Cheryl's words were brave-but could she really stick her tongue down in Abby's crack?
She found herself delaying it, kissing Abby's mouth and stiff nipple to heat the girl up. Soon Abby was twisting in pleasure, murmuring hot encouragement, her body moist and open to Cheryl. Cheryl's fingers found Abby's clit and she made her passive roommate thrust up her loins in glory to enjoy the kisses, the nipple play and the masturbation.
"OH, CHERYL-YOU'RE PULLING MY PLUG-REEE-LEEE," gasped Abby.
Abby's sweet girl oils were rich enough to stain the sheets. Cheryl wet her hand thoroughly with the musky honey and worked it sexily over the girl's erect nipples.
"HA, OH-" went Abby, eyes big with surprise.
Cheryl reaped rich kisses, laughing. "You're a sex river flowing, kid. I could bathe you in your essence-and me, too."
"AH, CHERYL. FUCK ME, FUCK ME," whispered Abby, beside herself with ecstasy. She had visions of those sweet days with her older gym teacher, white Cheryl reveled in playing the role her mother had played with the cute, brunette hairdresser. Cheryl thought, as her breath got short and her own cunt began to stain her pants, that she and Abby were a great match. Too bad she had to go to Vassar. She and Abby could fuck their brains out this semester.
She broke off the love-making to strip down naked, while Abby kept hot by jogging herself as she watched the sexy charms of Cheryl emerge from her clothes. Then Cheryl used a wash rag between Abby's buttocks to clear away sweat and girl juice and turn Abby's inner seam into a pink glistening furrow. Abby's asshole was only a little darker than the red inner rim of her seam. There was a protection of a fringe of red hair and the pucker itself, small, innocent looking. Cheryl closed the buttocks and slapped the meaty flesh. Abby had a fabulous behind. Cheryl thought of her own rear with the dark marks of the whip Tom had used on her. As she kneaded and kissed the white, yielding buttocks, she wondered if she might one day take a belt or hairbrush to Abby's bottom, and what that would do to the girl.
Then she leaned over and grooved her tongue into the pencil-line crack, digging it deeper and deeper into the warm nest.
"OH, MY GOD, YOU'RE DOING IT. YOU'RE REAMING MY ASS!" breathed Abby. She wiggled her toes in delight.
Cheryl's heart beat rapidly and she felt a new release of her cunt juices as she approached this kinky act. Then she dug her tongue firmly on Abby's pucker and worked the sphincter.
"AAHHH. EEEEEE," went Abby. "OH, LUSH-US. AHHHHH."
Her loins worked in fuck motions, as if she had the world's greatest cock inside her, and her body rose to white hot sex tension. It was just like the time before, only better, because she'd looked forward to it for so long.
Cheryl went right up into the sky with her. The soft, yet firm flexing buttocks moving, her finger rubbing into the swollen cunt to find the clit, her tongue lashing and digging and pressing on the girl seal-it gave her complete control of the sexed up animal and made her crazy to whip the redhead into total submission. It was fabulous how in sex you cared about the other's orgasm and got hot over it as much as your own, It was magnificent to share this closeness, the forbidden act of tonguing the sphincter. There was no taste except sweet girl meat and Cheryl thrilled higher and higher.
For Abby it was a high water mark in her sex life, and her finest moment since Alien had laid this weird leech on her. A few days ago, Abby would've put Cheryl's name at the bottom of the list of people likely to help her with her leech. Everyone feared the judgments of the cool New York girl. Now she bucked to glory under Cheryl's pink eager tongue. Abby's insides seemed to twist and flower and pulse as the wicked, daring tongue dug at her asshole and drove the excited nerves to an orgasmic trigger.
"I CAN'T STAAAAAND-AWWW, AAAAA," Abby bleated, quaking before the white hot boil in her belly.
Cheryl reveled in the girl's distress at losing her voluntary motions in coming orgasm. She drove her tongue harder and frigged Abby's clit with steady, rhythmic strokes so that the girl's erotic parts had no choice but to cream. Abby gave spastic jerks of her body and began to cum.
It was a wild orgasm for Cheryl, too. For the first time she realized that assholes also quaked at the time of spending, as Abby's sphincter throbbed lusciously against her tongue at the same moment that Abby's empty cunt squeezed and Cheryl's fingers detected deep, muted sex throbs in the buried network of nerves.
"YUH, YUH, YUH," mewled Abby with a barking sound of pleasure. Everything tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, as she hung in the purple world of orgasm, light years away from worldly cares. Finally she tapered and went passive under Cheryl.
Cheryl lifted her head and patted the soft buttocks, totally relaxed now as Abby entered her dreamy after-sex euphoria. Curious, Cheryl prodded at the hole she'd just reamed to see what it felt like. To her astonishment, the soft sphincter caved in and her finger penetrated into the warmth of Abby's ass tunnel.
Imagine feeling inside someone else's butt, like a doctor or something! A child maybe yes, but a full-grown sexed-up adult. Abby only made a pleased murmur as Cheryl, fascinated, continued to explore, finger sliding over mucous tissues, sensing wet warmth and slickness. Just like a second cunt. Cheryl drove her finger as deep as it would go, then used her free hand to ride her own clit, feeling around inside her roommate's body.
"AAAAHHHH, GOD!" went Cheryl, opening and thrilling and rising to her heights.
Abby slowly, obediently, fucked on her finger in this odd, taboo sex play and Cheryl fell forward with a groan of pleasure to nibble the young, creamy flesh of Abby's buttocks as she came herself, using her finger like a cock in the redhead's bowel, Cheryl brought her legs together and spent gloriously in throb after throb of tribute to this new sex thrill. They were truly sisters now, having shared this kinky episode.
When Cheryl finished, Abby rolled over on her back and smiled up at Cheryl.
"We're going to make a great team," she said. "I'll help you get back the Gypsy. I'll help you get rid of your hang-up, too, even if we have to seduce every guy on the campus. Are we partners?"
"Partners!" laughed Cheryl as she slid her nude body on top to Abby's nakedness to hug and kiss her with feelings of warm affection ...
It was late afternoon of the next day when Cheryl met Spider Strawn, hot on the trail of the necklace. Spider was Tom's roommate at the frat, the guy who'd asked for Salt to take to the Chem Lab where he worked. He was also the owner of the infamous vibrators and the whips that Cheryl had met in Tom's room.
Abby could only help Cheryl by getting Tom Talbot off Cheryl's back. Tom thought he was in love with Cheryl and called her at breakfast to try to make a date. He wanted to meet her at lunch, or in the afternoon, or that evening.
"There're such things as classes to go to and time alone to study," laughed Cheryl, pleased but not willing. She liked Tom well enough but didn't think it was love on her side. "The professors say you've got to spend three hours of study for every hour of lectures, and I'm a little behind."
He threatened to come and set up a vigil on the Delta Rho lawn until Cheryl agreed to spend some time with him.
"I'll cool Tom," said Abby. "I'm afraid of Spider anyway. He has a wild reputation among all the sororities. It'll probably take all your New York cool to control him."
"Bring on the tigers," laughed Cheryl. She felt much better in this new, close relationship with Abby. It was the first time since coming to Brighton University that she felt she had a close friend.
Spider turned out to be a long, lanky young man with a quite handsome face and beautiful dark hair. His eyes were dreamy, romantic. He wasn't at all what she'd expected after talking to him on the phone. He seemed harmless enough, serious and almost shy in person.
"Got a big day today," he told her. "Got an important four o'clock class with Professor Richardson Foster. He's my advisor and also my boss in the Chem Lab."
"Maybe I could meet you at the Chem Lab and get back Salt," she told him.
"No, meet me before class in the Chem Building," he told her.
The Chem Building always smelled forbidding to Cheryl. It was foreign territory to an Art Appreciation major such as herself. However, she showed up at the appointed hour.
To her astonishment, Spider seized her wrist and began to walk her into the classroom. She yelped and pulled back, pointing out to him that she wasn't registered into Professor Foster's class.
"I can't even stand the smell of all the chemicals in this building," she told Spider. "It reminds me of a drugstore or hospital."
"That's to keep out ugly girls, but you're not. Foster won't mind. Besides, you have to do it if you want to get back your little wood vibrator."
His pull was insistent and she found herself walking in with him. The room was large-one of the theatre type lecture halls where the seats rose up from a sunken platform. The back of the hall was gloomy. Spider shoved her into a seat high up and near the back. The class was small, about a dozen young guys clustered down front. However, back here in the gloom she noticed several other couples sitting well apart from them, like scattered couples in a movie theatre.
Right on the dot, as a bell rang, Professor Foster came in from a side door down below and began to lecture. He was as tall as Spider, but had white hair and a prominent nose. His voice tended to sound singsong, a monotone punctuated by emphasis when he whirled to the blackboard behind him to make chalk marks-formulas.
Cheryl thought it was a little neat. She'd heard about some of these informal classes. No attendance was taken, and the professor had no idea as to whether the student was registered or not and probably didn't care if they weren't. It was getting something for nothing, so she tried to listen, but all the chemistry talk about alkalines and salts was above her head.
Suddenly she gripped Spider's arm. "That boy-that girl-"
Back in the gloom near them a guy had bent a girl's head back over the seat and kissed her. He had a hand on her throat and Cheryl could actually see pink tongues, his diving into the girl's mouth and the satin gleam of saliva. There was absolutely no sound.
"They're French kissing," she hissed.
"Fancy that!" said Spider. "Look over there."
She spun her head to gasp again. Another couple, only this time the two bent forward in the gloom, as if seriously studying something in each other's laps. The busy movement of arms sent a thrill of horror over her.
"Spider, they're-they're-" she gasped.
"Hold on, baby!. Don't freak. It's just a humdrum dat at Foster's salt lick, as we call it. The old boy's nearsighted. Everything up here is a blur to him. The only rule is-don't make too much noise."
As she sat there transfixed, she felt her hand captured by Spider's and forced into his lap to grab his finger ... finger? His COCK! She almost jumped out of her skin. Spider had undone his zipper so quietly she hadn't heard it. He was hard; now he closed her hand over firm, warm cock meat.
"Hah!"
"Shhhh." He slipped something into her other hand. "Put this rubber on me so we won't get the books wet."
She absolutely couldn't believe it. She sat there stunned in a regular, ordinary chemistry class at dull old Brighton University-with a boy's cock in her hand as he asked her to jack him off. It was so wild and outrageous that she couldn't move for long seconds. She just sat there holding Spider's cock with one hand and a rubber contraceptive in the other. Down below Foster droned on. Down below, the serious students hunched over notebooks, scribbling like mad, totally unaware of the sex drama back in the gloom.
She jerked free. "I'm leaving."
"Go ahead. You won't get Salt back," hissed spider cheerfully.
She started to get up but he pulled her hand back to his cock. "What's the harm, Cheryl? I'm not even asking a suck."
She sat there tensely and then began to relax as the wildness of the situation grew on her. Talk about kinky sex! Abby with her leech, now this. Come to think of it, how often had she ever had a chance to masturbate a cock? Guys always wanted to get it into her, by mouth or cunt. In fact, she'd never seen a cock masturbated to orgasm all the way. She'd never seen a rubber on a cock either, not in these days when girls had pills, or IUD's.
"If we get caught ... " she murmured.
"We won't-if you keep it quiet."
It was the beginning of one of the weirdest experiences she'd ever had. The condom was a sexy little thing, at first a tight little insect that opened out into a small ring when she broke the seal. The latex rubber was translucent, silky to her touch. The ring seemed thick. Spider laid it on top of his cock and the thin rubber immediately hugged his prick opening due to the moisture of his pre-seminal fluid. That was even sexier. Then he showed her how to roll the rubber down his shaft, covering it to the base with a thin, white silken membrane. It felt glossy, silken to her touch. She'd seen her share of cocks, but never one so handsomely encased in a protective sheath, the top crinkled to the prick head because of the pre-seminal fluid. She couldn't keep her hands off this new, warmly encased cock.
His prick throbbed in her hand. "Go slow," he ordered. "We've got lots of time."
She looked around the room. Absolutely nobody paid them any attention. Down below the professor droned on. Inside, her cunt flowed in mad joy at this weird exercise in sex. She pumped the shaft inside its silken sheath and relished the joy of feeling that stiff prick meat, warm in her hand. Spider leaned back, eyes closed, absorbing the lecture. However, she could see the fast pump of the vein in his throat and once in a while he moved his butt and she thought she heard a faint groan of pleasure.
When he got too hot and his cock dry-throbbed, he detached her hand for a few seconds before she could resume. After a few minutes he instructed her to put her feet up on the back of the seat in the row ahead. She did so, feeling him break her zipper, which was on the side in these slacks. Then her belly thrilled as she felt what seemed like a little animal burrow into her bikini panties and slide over her pelvis. She wet his hand generously with her cunt juice as he jogged her. She couldn't help making mewling sounds in her joy but kept as quiet as she could. Her belly really got hot when he rode on her clit, so she had to hunch and work her loins. He stopped then and she relaxed, breathing fast.
It was his turn again as she jacked him off, her hand moving faster and faster. Deep, inner drives made you always speed up the action. He had to give a soft groan and back her off. His cock, inside the rubber, felt like a hundred and forty degrees and she sensed the extreme tension in it. The fluted head was so swollen that it overlapped in the circle of skin between her thumb and first finger.
She had dropped back to a simmer. He took her hand off his dry-pulsing cock and resumed fingering inside her pants. She held onto his arm and undulated, receiving deep belly thrills from her rising sexuality. In a minute she was going to be so hot that she'd explode with a cry, never mind where they were. Her body vibrated with delicious, eager sex sensations.
Just in time, when she was about to kick her legs forward, cry out and squeeze his hand between her thighs in orgasmic joy, he stopped. She fell off her sex peak once again, disappointed, yet fascinated by this start-stop sex action. Never before had she felt restraint in love-making. Always you went from foreplay into the real thing and pounded faster and faster to bursting climax. That was the way men were, and their sexuality swept you along with them.
Not Spider. Apparently he liked to string it out until pleased, crazed muscles and nerves revolted with involuntary eruptions to relieve the aching tension. Her cunt got a little sore. She was sure his cock was red and fussed almost beyond endurance. Yet underneath, as the minutes dragged on, a tremendous orgasm built in both of them.
"Mr. Strawn, will you comment please on the compound I've just described," called the professor from below.
The sharp voice shattered Cheryl's private world. She jerked to attention, closing her legs as every eye in the room suddenly focused on Spider and she. Her heart thudded in fear.
Spider got to his feet slowly. Smoothly he brought up his big, open loose-leaf notebook to cover his jutting cock. He answered in a regulated unemotional voice that sounded as if he'd followed the lecture right along. Then he slid back into the seat.
There were no snickers or accusations from down below. The professor nodded and went on with his lecture. The heads of the students dropped back to the note-taking. They had not been spotted. Talk about keeping your cool! She stared sideways at Spider in admiration. His answer was to strip off the rubber, exposing his cock to her, wet half way down from his pre-seminal flow and the tight clasp of the condom.
He put her hand back on the naked prick. "Time's almost up. Take it," he whispered.
Elated, exalted by this new sex thrill, she gently rubbed his balls and then jacked him off furiously, while he sank back, slack for a moment, and then his whole body stiffened. She bent over his cock to witness her first-ever free form male orgasm. She looked down on his shaft and the dark, expanded hole. Suddenly his cock convulsed and there was a bright flash of liquid; then body-hot sperm struck her on the mouth and nose, filling her nostrils with a rich, starchy smell.
She jerked back to watch the rest of his explosions, why, those first spurts leaped up at least two feet from his lap in the urgency and back pressure of his teased sex equipment. He let it all go, over his pants and on the floor, eyes dreamy, body locked, making the softest of relieved grunts in his throat. It was glorious to see the whole wet bursting of a taken cock. The last spurts barely cleared his cock head as the internal pressure lessened, and finally the last drops oozed from his prick hole like white snakes to slide down onto her hand.
She sat back, smelling the exudation, which made her dizzy. His hand went back on her cunt inside her pants. She felt so hot, thrilled, and open that she avidly licked his sperm off her hand and swallowed it. She used her tongue to lick the essence of that first burst off her mouth. Wow, it must be something to have a cock and make your jissum fly like that!
His hand took her. She grunted, locked her legs and tried to draw his hand deep inside her vagina. The tease had gone on so long that she went faint with pleasure ready to throb and throb and throb, not caring where she was. She started her lesbian fantasy to orgasm.
Faintly she heard the professor's voice, "Mr. Strawn, will you please come to my office after the class. Bring the young lady who is with you ... "
Ohmigod!
CHAPTER FIVE
Spider was in deep trouble and so was Cheryl. It turned out that they hadn't been quite as clever as they'd thought. When Professor Foster got them to his office, adjoining the Chem Lab, he was angry.
"Maybe the other students didn't see what you two did, but I saw enough," he fumed. "I don't mind a little footsie playing in my classes. It keeps the students alert. A display like yours-that means big trouble for you, me and the University."
"We were only-we were just-"
Foster raised a hand against Spider's rush of words.
"A student tells a dean. A dean tells the president. It gets to the student newspaper, to the alumni. It's hard enough these days for universities to convince parents that colleges are not hotbeds of sex. A simple, single act like you did can result in a hundred students being jerked out of Brighton and perhaps the additional loss of thousands of dollars of gifts from angry supporters, most of whom are conservative."
"Sir, we can plead that we were drunk,"
Foster shook his head. "No. I must take immediate and harsh action. You, Spider, are fired from the Chemistry Lab ... "
Spider gave a howl, "I need the job to stay in college, professor."
The old man shook his head. "You'll have to carry on your education elsewhere, young man. It's a crying shame, because you're my favorite student. But I will not tolerate scandal. If you get by this time, the next time might be worse. No, you have to go."
Spider moaned. "I'm ruined."
The Professor took Cheryl by the arm and walked her to one wall of the office, which was covered with diplomas and certificates, just like a doctor's office.
"See all of these? That would have been Spider Strawn's future before today, young lady. You have a great part of the blame. Without you he wouldn't have been inspired to this outrageous act."
Cheryl felt like the heel of all time. She should've known you couldn't get away with anything as raw as they'd tried. Now she'd really fixed Spider.
"But maybe nobody saw us but you," she protested. "Maybe there won't be a scandal."
Foster shook his head. "I see you don't understand, Cheryl."
He turned to Spider. "I want you to go out in the Lab and finish your work for the day. Your last day of work. I must explain the facts of life to Cheryl Wallace."
Spider looked white and shaken. He shook his head sadly, squeezed her hand, and disappeared into the Lab outside. Foster closed the door. He motioned Cheryl to his chair behind his desk. She sat down trembling. It was the professor's agitation that scared her as much as anything.
"Cheryl Wallace, daughter of one of our richest, most important, alumni," he said as he paced before the desk. "Do you realize that you can be expelled for what you did in my class? Think of the shame of your father when that happens. Yet I have no choice but to report-"
"Nobody saw us, but you!" she cried. This thing got worse and worse.
He smiled sadly, shaking his head. "We don't know that. I'm not sure I want to take a chance. What bothers me more, if you get by this time, what happens next? You're a very attractive young lady. What outrage will you and Spider perpetrate next? Spider himself is a wild young man. If you're not stopped now, where will it end? Even if I survive this, you'll destroy some other professor."
"I swear to you-" she began.
"No," he cut her off. He came around the desk and sat on the edge, facing her. "With a body like yours-and evidently you have a hot sexual nature-there's bound to be more trouble. I see no way out."
He frowned down on her, long legs spread as she rocked in his swivel chair in misery.
"I'd sign a paper," she cried. "I'd do anything to save Spider's job. To keep it away from my father."
"Promises for now. But tomorrow your hot little cunt will bubble again and there's more scandal on the campus."
She shot a startled look at him.
"Look at you," he said. "Tight pants, paper thin. Stained with your dishonor. Big breasts, pushing and shoving to get out of that sweater. I could see your nipples a block away."
"I-I-" she said, astonished at the turn the conversation took.
"You're probably one of the great fucks on campus," said the old man, his eyes gleaming. "Come here, dear."
He hooked the base of the swivel chair and brought her to where he sat on the edge of the desk, facing her. Her head was on a level with his crotch.
"I could risk forgetting what happened in my class," he said. "I have the power to make a report or not make a report. It's up to you to convince me to take that approach."
She sat there, stunned, the blood drumming past her ears.
"You mean, if I-if somehow-"
He looked down on her avidly, "Your hot little body got you into trouble. Your sexy little person can also get you out of trouble."
"And save Spider's job?" she squeaked, lifting her eyes to his face. It was flushed. Also there was no question about the rising lump in the old man's pants as he stared down at her.
"What-do you want?" she asked faintly, licking her lips.
He shook his head. "It's not what I want," he said. "It's what you want, Cheryl. I'm not going to stand for a young couple having sex in my class and do nothing. I'll make that report. Of course, if you find a way to get around it, perhaps by insisting on compromising me, too-well, you're very attractive, and even old men are not made of stone." For the first time he smiled. His eyes were hot.
It was extremely silent in the room. She sat there, inches from his person and his crotch, trapped in misery. Spider's job, everything-if she decided to gig this obscene old man. Incredible.
"You don't mean it," she said.
"Leave, walk out of here and see if I mean it," said Foster. "Before eight o'clock you'll be on the Dean's carpet, emergency summons."
"If I do something-"
"Talk, talk, talk," he exploded.
She jumped at the imperious tone. She fumbled at his zipper, prying it open. She reached inside past his boxer shorts and found his treasure. She pulled it out of his pants as he sat facing her perched on the edge of the desk. His prick was smaller than Spider's, nested in gray pubic hairs. It was already half hard. She slid it into her mouth and sucked and the meat stiffened at once.
"Oh, child, that feels so good!" he exulted, holding her head and working his loins. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, she thought, as she gently squeezed his balls and started to service him without much enthusiasm. The quick change of events left her confused.
"I want Spider to keep his job," she said firmly, finally tracking. "I want no report made."
"Well, now, all things are possible when everybody co-eeeee-ahhh-cooperates, Ch-Cheryl." His cock was hard now and he scooted it in and out of her mouth with expert little bunts.
Great heavens, stodgy old Brighton U. turns out to be Fuck College, she thought in a randy, rising excitement. Imagine her shoving her mouth down on a major college professor, a man with a national reputation, as Spider told her. Well, his prick had a nice male smell and the skin tasted like slightly salty meat, just like any other prick. Still vaguely hot from the workout in his classroom, she found she didn't mind too much. He was a mean old buzzard and would probably do what he said, fire Spider and turn her in if she didn't cooperate.
Then she had another thought. This old boy had a wife, fairly famous in Brighton circles. Mrs. Richardson Foster-Lisbeth Torbert Foster, a heavy chick in alumni circles. She'd seen the name and even her picture in some of her father's alumni newspapers back in New York. My God, the cock she sucked was supposed to be the private property of Lisbeth Foster's cunt. Holy mud, I'm randy and vile-mouthed today, she thought. But the idea of stealing semen from what she knew was a pompous old bitch excited her. Imagine, a famous prof and a big shot wife, and he was going off in the mouth of a simple coed.
She had his prick nice and juicy so she began to nub the head where the rich nerves were.
"YEEE-ESSS. ABSO-LOOT-LY BESTIAL." he cried, working against her mouth.
Somehow he'd managed to get his hands inside of her sweater to cup her tits, and they were super-hot to his touch. She shuddered and sucked harder. After the delicious workout Spider had given her she was high and hot and would probably cum if he kept up those luscious motions on her nipples.
"You like cock. You know how it's dew-done!" he exulted as she dabbed his full balls with her tongue and then nibbled up his shaft on one side and down the other as he dry-throbbed in joy.
"MMMMMMM," she went.
Spider would be okay now, and she would be okay. The door burst open at that point and Spider came in. At least she hoped it was Spider, because if it was anybody else they were back in trouble.
It was Spider. She couldn't see him, with her head buried in the Professor's crotch, but there was no mistaking the voice.
"I see she decided to save my ass," said Spider.
"WON-WONDERFULLY COOPERATIVE," breathed the transported teacher. He had unbuttoned her sweater and was massaging her breasts like mad.
She didn't want Spider to see her doing this, but her own pleasure was rising so fast that she didn't want to stop sucking, either. At the rate they were going, it wouldn't last long.
She heard Spider come around the desk, but Foster closed his thighs around her head at that moment and throbbed some more, with happy cries, so she couldn't see him. The next thing she knew she was lifted from the chair and her pants started to peel down from her hips.
"Hey!" she cried.
"This is the best way," said Spider.
She looked at him over her shoulder and got the shock of the afternoon. Spider was totally naked. Even as she watched he peeled her pants, together with her panties right down to her heels, and off everything came.
"AH, NOOO," she moaned, but the professor held her. In fact, as she turned to try to save her pants, Foster zipped her sweater half off and when she grabbed at him to stop he pulled it completely free.
Cheryl was naked except for her half socks and sandals.
"You guys!" she cried.
"We know what we're doing, you sexy little pike," said Spider. "You want a favor from the Chem Lab; we'll be glad to give it to you when you ask as nice as this."
He lifted her hips as Foster held her arms and contained her torso. He slid into the chair under her. It came to her with a shock that somehow Spider had expected this to happen and that meant-if he came in here naked-he'd probably jacked himself hard.
"AHHH, OHHHH," she cried.
Her cunt was already wet and swollen. In fact, it hadn't really slowed down to normal since the long, sexy exercise in the classroom. Women not only rose slower, they came down slower. Now Spider notched her cunt and pulled back on her hips, murmuring about how creamy her flanks were. She felt his cock head press against her opening, violate her outer lips, strike her clit and find the narrow pink tunnel to her heaven. Then came the incredible rush as his prick began to burn into her cunt.
"AH, NO, NOOOO. AHHHHHH," she crooned as he started to fuck her.
She simply couldn't believe it. Two guys were doing her at once-or was she doing them? Foster's stiff prick jabbed at her mouth and now the old man guided it in as she carelessly moaned, while Spider's young, energetic tool worked open her spring box cunt. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out that nice girls didn't do things like this and she was a nice girl. The trouble was, she was too sexed up to make a fight. Her body liked the smooth, silky friction. Her nipples loved the loving. Her sex tensions bubbled and her whole body was randy with desire. Maybe it would be okay to let them do it a little bit. It sure would be hard to escape. The Professor locked her arms and shoulders, shoving his prick in her mouth. Spider held her hips, driving slowly and thrillingly deep into her cunt. Yet she felt taken and used. Practically raped. Was it possible-
"I told you it would work," said Spider.
"Spider, you're my favorite student," said Foster happily.
She got her mouth free for a moment, "You-you guys-" she sputtered. "You rigged it. You fooled me! You-you, why, I'll bet you do it to girls all the time."
"Never," said Foster. "You're so beautiful."
"Once. Once before," said the honest Spider. "But the semester's hardly started."
She squealed in rage. "I'm not going to-"
"Better relax, sugar girl," said Spider. "You're in the hands of a couple of pretty horny people.' His cock had now reached its depth in her body, and he stopped to breathe deeply in his joy. "It's not that we want to pull a con game, but we just don't get many female students in Chemistry and those we get don't seem to have the looks that Art students have, like you."
"I'M NOT YOUR-SEX SLAVE," she wept as she squirmed. "If you think-"
"Now, dear girl, take it easy," said Foster, "After all, you did do things in my classroom that were pretty outrageous."
"Terr-terrible thing to do to girl," she managed, and then had to be quiet as her mouth filled once again with the old man's prick. She knew she ought to fight, to resist. On the other hand a new idea started to run around inside of her head that conspired against resistance. Maybe this mini-orgy would cure her of her hang-up. If ever she was to have an orgasm without thinking about lesbian sex, this would do it. There was no way she'd need to think about girl sex with two horny studs like this fucking her, when orgasm time came. Just the same, she resented being used. It was even-kinkier than the business with Abby's behind, this fucking two guys at once while she wanted to resist and still enjoyed it.
She had no way of knowing she gave both men exquisite pleasure. From his position on the edge of the desk, Foster could look down her smooth nude back and see his naked lab assistant locked into the girl's cunt; he could feel the hot, eager thrusts of the young man taking Cheryl and making her body flow and yield to wild prick action. At the same time he could look down at his crotch and see his cock, almost purple with congested blood, gleaming with girl saliva, working in and out of her beautiful face while he held her head and stroked soft golden hair and felt deep internal sex euphoria from her suck pressure. The other girl that he and Spider had been able to trap had been ugly compared to this one and surly in her performance. Cheryl, after a little initial resistance, seemed to flow with the action and enjoy it as much as they.
Foster's prick and belly were white hot with the desire to throw his sperm into the demanding mouth, yet, he gritted his teeth and commanded his cock to delay orgasm until he was pleasure-tortured into involuntary surrender. This was heaven compared to the quick, dull, normal fucking with his wife, who did not eat cock.
Spider, who had a heavily erotic personality, was even more taken with the beautiful New York blonde. It wasn't only her looks. He'd fucked good looking girls who were too passive, incurious. Cheryl seemed like an eternal virgin with unlimited passion and yet also possessed a curious reserve, as if looking for some answer that would really unlock her total femininity.
Right now it was extremely sexy to hear her slurp on Foster's cock and grunt as the rest of her body took his fast-driving prick. He could tell by Cheryl's little quivers and shifts that his prick was driving her to maddened delight. The smooth, silken flesh, the hot, tight cunt, the moisture of her fucked body, the strain of her opened thighs around his legs, reached him with a wondrous sense of making it that he'd never felt before.
"Cheryl, you are ... sorority sexpot ... of the year," he managed.
"Best on campus," agreed Foster. "Never felt so good. Oh, oh, oh." He sweated as it began to be impossible to restrain the furious lake of volcanic liquid that boiled in his belly like an unexploded white-hot volcano.
"MEWRRRRRR," gasped Cheryl.
She knew she was headed for the best orgasm she'd ever had. Spider's cock was just big enough, just hot enough, and he twisted just right to give her clit a fabulous ride. She became light-headed and felt opened, vulnerable and totally loving in her hot ride. She wanted Spider's prick to extend like a telescope antenna and keep pushing up through her tender guts, along her backbone, until he owned every inch of her body, cunt to shoulders. That was the delicious feeling he gave her.
The old man's hands on her tits added to the flames that consumed her, and having the cock in her mouth to bite gently and pressure added still more to her magnificent ride.
As they held her in the odd position, she felt the extreme, oozing madness of orgasm approach. She hugged the old man's hips to avoid falling into a voluptuous sea of complete sensuality from which she might never recover.
It stopped, right before the point of orgasm, when she was just about ready to explode into a thousand tiny stars of taken womanhood. She hung there, her lust lessening a bit. It still felt good, and yet she knew her orgasm would slip away from her, even with two lusty men driving cocks into her mouth and cunt. She stopped moving and her cunt seemed to expand and then narrow on Spider's prick in desperation. She gave a cry of hurt and defeat.
Oddly, her cessation of movement brought both men. Her teeth caught Foster's cock right on the richest nerve spot and then it slid on down partway into her throat. He gave a strangled gasp.
"OH-MY-GOD. DEEP-THROAT-"
He leaned over and strained in delirious joy, pumping off hot sperm down her pink passage well past her choke point.
As the girl's body went passive after all the ball-bearing action of her hips, Spider fucked faster and creamed with a sudden upsurge of a major paroxysm.
"AAAAHHHH," he cried and gripped the sweet body. He burst deep into her cunt, seeding her as if she were his last fuck on earth. Shot after shot spumed out of his prick into the tightened cunt, while she jerked and mewled.
The office filled with snorts, whines and tender gasps of male relief as they flooded Cheryl. In desperation, not to be left out of it, she flashed on Abby's soft body twining under her, her pelvis grinding on the other girl's pelvis as she rocked to glory in female orgasm. That did it.
"AHHHHH," she exclaimed, and her cunt obediently paralyzed her, and then came the luscious, orgasmic throbs as she spent out her tension in sobbing joy, jerking from time to time as she squeezed on Spider's cock and reveled in his lubricious discharge. It was a riotous ride of rapturous pleasure, and yet in the climactic moment she'd had to fall back on the tried and true vision of having girl sex to complete herself. She relaxed in the arms of the men with a disappointed sigh.
Afterwards the professor withdrew his softening cock, zipped up, and escaped to enjoy his after-sex euphoria with a few mumbled words of affection for Cheryl. She still resented having to suck off the old man and swallow all his jissum. She hadn't been able to breathe when he'd burst and the curious feeling of body-hot sperm spurted into her throat to run down to her stomach had been a kinky effect she wasn't sure she enjoyed. On the other hand, it delighted her to be able to reduce a majestic, famous father-figure like Richardson Foster to a humble and appreciative man just like any college cowboy.
Spider seemed wired up. As they dressed, he insisted on taking her to dinner. He said he wanted to talk about the figurine she wanted from him. Then she realized with further distress that her attempts to recover the Gypsy were not over. Instead of handing it to her, he wanted to go somewhere to talk about it, which meant either that he didn't have it, or had discovered its secret.
Double trouble and no solutions even after her mini^ orgy. Her spirits slumped into a further black depression ...
It had been an exhausting afternoon for Abby, too. Tom Talbot was an aroused male who had chased Abby hotly and then fallen for Cheryl even more desperately. He would crowd Spider, his roommate, to get at Cheryl and probably cut her off from getting a chance to get the necklace back. Male loyalties were weird. Abby's job that afternoon was to block Tom while Cheryl made the run on Spider and she'd done it.
Now, back at the Delta Rho house, Abby dragged up to her room with the tissues between her legs chafing her. The tissue was to absorb as much as possible of a gallon of spunk Tom Talbot had squirted into her. Yes, it had come to that, in his room. Abby had to admit to herself that she'd been a little turned on by Tom's leech for her roommate. Suddenly he was more interesting to her. They'd had a hot time and now Tom was thoroughly confused. At first he'd chased Abby, but had had sex with Cheryl. Then he wanted to follow up on Cheryl, but this afternoon Abby came along and he was back at square one. He was, Abby decided, the kind of guy who fell deeply in love with the last woman who'd received his sperm. Well, she'd done her part today!
No sooner had she reached her room and undressed than her phone rang. Abby was one of the luckier, well-heeled sorority girls who could afford a private phone. When she heard the voice at the other end of the line, she almost died.
John Wallace. Cheryl's father-who'd just flown in from New York.
He explained that he was here at Brighton to attend one of his interminable alumni group meetings-but he didn't want Cheryl, his daughter, to know he was in town.
"Listen," said Abby. "Cheryl and I have gotten along fine and we're going to have-"
He cut her off.
"I haven't got much time, Abby. People will be in my motel room in a few minutes. I have to see you alone tonight. Later. Maybe around midnight."
"I don't think ... "
"You come," said John Wallace. He gave her the name of the motel and the room number. "You'd better show up, Abby. I'm about to make a big stink about that necklace."
With a sigh, she agreed to see him. It would be better this way. After all, Cheryl should have the necklace from Spider tonight and there were other reasons to see Cheryl's father alone before they wrapped the whole thing up. He might say, or hint, the wrong thing to Cheryl.
No sooner had she hung up than there was a quiet knock on her door and Scotty Blair, the rangy girl from Colorado, came in. Her eyes sparkled as she waved a box at Abby.
"Wait till you see what I've got here!" she cried.
Abby had thought her friendship with Scotty was over when she'd suggested that Scotty ream her behind with her tongue. But here was old Scott right back, and with the kind of look that told Abby she had sex on her mind. Abby, nude except for her panties, started to reach for a robe and then decided she probably wouldn't need it.
"What's in the box?" asked Abby, trying to perk up.
Scotty opened it to show her a device that looked like the power unit of a hand mixer for kitchen use. Then she held up a part that fitted into the main unit, shoved it home, hooked up the device, and turned it on.
"Vibrator!" exclaimed Scotty.
Abby leaned over to peer at it, puzzled. She'd never seen a vibrator that wasn't shaped like a cock. This one consisted of a rubber cup, concave, dotted with short rubber nipples. Scotty laughed happily and ran the humming device between her legs.
"Guaranteed to destroy any living cunt in the country," she said.
Abby wasn't much for vibrators, but Scotty had her full attention. "You just run that concave thing with the nipples over your box?" she squeaked. "Doesn't look like much from here."
Scotty held it out. "Just give it a chance to prove itself, dear." Abby took the device, turned it on and off, and held it against her palm. The rubber disc which was the action part of the vibrator did not spin. It vibrated, and the disc was soft and flexible. The thick metal shaft that bore the disc locked into the power unit and transmitted the vibration.
"It even feels good on my hand," said Abby. She wasn't much for vibrators; most young women weren't. Still, she was less prejudiced than most girls, and always open to the whole range of sex activities and devices. Once a vibrator had saved her emotional life, back in Chicago. She'd been deeply in love with a young man who had rejected her and she vibrated herself to sleep for two weeks, until her body was so played out that she couldn't have related to any man for a while. It got her over her love-leech, was cheaper than marijuana, and kept her from mixing up with some bad cowboy on the rebound. That was all before Alien, of course.
Abby slid out of her panties to give this odd-looking rubber disc machine a try. Scotty watched her with hots eyes, drinking in the beauty of the redhead's nude body. Abby was quite aware that she turned on the freshman who had dykish inclinations.
"What's the tissue for?"-cried Scotty, staring at Abby's belly.
"Not my period," laughed Abby. "I just had to walk home carrying an injection of boy stuff. You know, vitamin F, for fuck."
Scotty fell to her knees beside the bed. "Could I-look?"
"So look," laughed Abby, and the girl took out the tissue and fingered the still lubricious cunt, even peering inside.
"Wow! There's still some dessert left in the pantry," exclaimed Scotty. She boldly felt inside of Abby, relishing the silken squish of the used cunt.
Abby laid aside the vibrator. She felt a spike of rising excitement.
"That turns you on?" she squeaked.
Scotty blushed and her eyes positively glittered. "Uh, not really. Or maybe a little." She wet her lips and knelt there like a puppy begging for a biscuit.
Abby wanted to burst out laughing. This was the same girl who'd been revolted at the idea of licking her perfectly clean, unopened ass button. But she felt the rising thrill of kinky sex being offered. In a choice between making fun of someone and getting sex, Abby had long ago learned to go for the sex thrill.
She slid her hand seductively down her creamy thigh and slowly began to part her legs.
"I don't suppose you would consider-" she said in a husky voice.
"I-just might-" breathed the other sorority girl. "I used to-I mean, a couple of times, strictly for kicks, I-"
Her head moved down toward Abby's cunt like a cobra entranced by a swaying flute. Hypnotized would be more like it.
"Never mind the words," said Abby, holding the girl's head and bringing her eager mouth down on her cunt lips. "Just drink me."
A pink tongue laved her pink cunt folds and then Scotty buried it inside, as if she'd discovered a treasure trove. Abby undulated against the impertinent tongue, thrilling and astonished at this new sex thrill. Imagine slurping a guy's spunk out of a girl's cunt.
It turned on Scotty like wild fury. She locked her arms over Abby's belly and turned her mouth into a scouring vacuum cleaner with plenty of suction and action against the straining clit. In about sixty seconds Abby went from stasis to high, hot passion, groaning and twisting in rising rushes of delight. There just wasn't going to be any ceiling to how high that vulgar, sexy tongue took her.
"YOU-YOU'RE DRINKING HIS G-G-GUT SPERM!" she cried, fucking hotly on Scotty's face.
"SILKEN ... RICH ... NECTAR," murmured the Colorado girl.
She used her hand to move the skin on Abby's lower abdomen, giving the cunt extra play and increasing the clit action. Abby's cunt and inside sex network blazed in a hot fire. Her body went moist, her eyes began to glaze. Buttocks, thighs and spine joined in the rapture of the suck trap.
"OH, SCOTTY, NEVER FELT SUCH A WEEEE- WICKED TONGUE," went Abby, Scotty wasn't as good as Cheryl, but a little lie didn't hurt here. Scotty was a little too rough, but the idea of Tom Talbot's sperm sliding obediently out of her vagina and down the throat of a girl who'd never even seen the donor blasted Abby's mind. What incredible, delicious convolutions the world of sex offered!
Scotty never even bothered to jog her own cunt. All was concentrated on scouring the hot, swollen vagina, using a finger to scoop forward every precious drop of man juice, until Abby's cunt flowed only pure, warm girl juice.
By that time Abby was fit to be scraped from the walls. She held Scotty's head and swiveled and jerked and twisted as if she were going mad. She felt she was-her whole sex net surged with high-powered joy as she rose right up past the clouds into a purple haze of utter delight.
"OH, I-IT'S GOING-HAVE TO-GIIIIVE," she thrilled.
With a single, sharp bark, Abby succumbed. She froze upward against Scotty and held, muscles quivering. Then she gave up her sex treasure in clipping orgasm, her cunt out of control, in rich quakes and spasms of unforgettable delight. She burst, held, sank, rose and burst some more, while Scotty gently drove her right on through her whole run of relieved ecstasy. Even after she sank to the bed, she had to quiver and rise again. Her breath stopped in her throat to pay off more luscious throbs.
She lay in dazed euphoria while Scotty knelt back away from her with pure love shining in her eyes.
"God, I love to drink a man's cream," Scotty confessed. "Especially if I hardly know who he is, or was. When I do it, I masturbate later in bed, all sexed up and crazy, with me knowing I've got a guy's spunk in my belly and he doesn't even know it."
Talk about your freaks! But Abby only smiled a motherly smile at the happy freshman.
"You fu-have sex with guys, though?"
"Oh, sure. I couldn't live without it. But that's a totally different trip."
The two girls heard rapid steps outside the door and then the rattle of a key in the lock.
"Uh, you'd better zip into the bathroom," said Abby. "That's my roommate, and I'd rather she didn't know that-uh-"
"You bet!" said Scotty, and whisked off into the bathroom. She made it safely because Cheryl, not knowing the door was unlocked, had locked it, discovered her error, and had to unlock it again.
The real reason Abby had packed off Scotty was that she didn't like the rangy girl as well as Cheryl and didn't want Cheryl to know she'd enjoyed a little extra sex. She needn't have worried. Cheryl was in a high state of excitement.
"I had the date with Tom-" Abby started to explain, but Cheryl waved her down.
"You can tell me all of that later, Abby. I've tracked down the Gypsy. We can get it if we act fast. A freshman at the Sig house has it. His name's Harold and I met him once. But if we act fast-"
"What-who-where?" asked Abby.
"Wake up, girl. What have you been doing? Wearing out your clit?"
"Uh, a friend brought by this kooky vibrator," said Abby to explain her nudity.
"Never mind that. Get dressed. Hurry."
Cheryl explained that she'd traced the missing necklace past Spider. Spider had given her a bad time ... then taken her to dinner to explain that he'd passed Salt on to a frat brother who was into art objects. This Harold.
"I'm tired of dragging this thing out," said Cheryl. "I've been on the trail of Harold for the past couple of hours. I found him at the White Fountain on Adams Avenue. He just started to glug a hamburger and coke when I left. If we hurry we can run him down and strip him of the statuette."
"Right now?"
"Right now, Abby."
"I'm with you, kid. We're partners," Abby sang out as she began to jump into her clothes. With Cheryl's father secretly in town, and raging, it would be a great idea to grab that necklace before she had to meet him at midnight.
CHAPTER SIX
Often Harold Lissac skipped the frat house meal to eat at the White Fountain. As a young man with a French father and an American mother, who'd spent half his life living in Paris, he did not seem to fit into either Brighton University or the Sigma frat house. He was brilliant at art, which was why they'd pledged him. For the rest, forget it. What could you say about a Parisian dumped down into a small Midwestern college town, whose best friend, whose only friend, was a professor's wife who was gone on art?
He did not understand football, basketball or any of the American sports, habits, hobbies or past times. In the classroom he was great, but life stopped for him outside those walls. At the Frat house he was either ignored or ridden unmercifully about his exotic background. The White Fountain was more comfortable, and the meals not much worse than the Sigma kitchen, run by a serious nutritionist grad student who treated recipes like chemical formulas and produced artless, serious meals.
He debated whether or not to go to Professor Foster's house on campus to talk to his patron, go to the library, or back to the Sigmas. If he went to see Lisbeth Foster, at least he'd have somebody to talk to. Still, she'd told him she had a bad backache, so she wouldn't welcome company. He wanted to find a Swedish masseuse for her, but Americans snickered at massage; somehow in their overheated minds massage was confused with sex. Now if he were back in Paris-
As he started out of the White Fountain, two attractive females appeared. One was a blonde, the other a redhead. He blushed and lowered his head so that he wouldn't have to meet their eyes; he could not stand the direct, appraising glance of Brighton coeds. Dating was particularly hard for him. He was supposed to be the suave Frenchman, but he always dropped and kicked things. His frat brothers, obligated to get him dates in fraternal comradeship, soon found out that he used up one girl per date. There were no repeats for Harold. He appreciated the dates all right, but when the girl was fast he was slow, or if he pepped up his conversation and approach, he was too fast and the girl too slow.
He tried to brush past the two girls. Good looking females especially disturbed him. Since he was small and a little portly he thought they scorned him.
Suddenly he was captured. Abby took his left arm, Cheryl his right.
"Hello, Harold."
"How are you tonight, Harold?"
He stood there, blushing, astounded. The girls locked arms with his and moved him up the aisle. Other students stared at him, especially the males, as he was escorted through the White Fountain with a lovely on each arm.
"Ah, hello. Hello there," he said. There was something vaguely familiar about the blonde. He blushed furiously.
"Where's your car, Harold?"
"We want to talk to you in your car."
"My car-car?" he stammered. He felt captured, like in those gangster movies where the hard types came for you.
"Yes, your car-car," said Cheryl..
One wore thin beige pants and a satin blouse. The other wore cut-off jeans that showed thigh and boots. A cape across her shoulders made concessions to the cold fall night outside.
"I-left it outside," he said. "My car, that is, I mean."
He felt very hot in the grasp of the two sexy girls. He saw that his mind was not going to function well tonight, saying dumb things like that.
"Good thinking, Harold. Leaving your car outside."
"It would be stupid to send your car into the White Fountain while you stood at the curb," said the other.
"Still, it would be easier on your stomach," said Cheryl.
They eased him into the car between them. The blonde took the driver's seat and the redhead the other side. Four well shaped thighs graced his front seat.
"Are you comfortable, Harold?" The redhead put a warm hand on his cheek and turned his head so that their eyes met.
"We want you comfortable," said Cheryl.
She undid his necktie and the top button of his shirt. Harold was the only student among the Sigmas who wore neckties.
"What-what is this?" he squeaked.
The redhead put a hand on his thigh and ran it up toward his crotch. The blonde did the same on his other thigh, only the hand traveled to his zipper. She unzipped his pants and he felt the cold night air on his belly.
"This is a conversation in the front seat of Harold Lissac's car, with Abby and Cheryl," said Abby. Still holding his head, she kissed him on the mouth. At that moment Cheryl reached inside his pants and lifted out his soft cock and balls.
Harold almost went through the roof of the car. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. One minute he was living his ordinary, miserable freshman life, the next two beautiful creatures appeared, taking him to his car and beginning to fool with his cock.
"Zut!" he said. He rattled off a startled sentence in French and squirmed. "Do you-are you-should we-" he stammered.
"Yes, yes, and why not?" said Cheryl calmly. Harold had a small prick, but in her warm, soft hands it began to uncoil rapidly. She'd laid down the strategy to Abby as they raced toward their target.
"So far we've failed to get Salt back because we've taken the logical, feminine approach," she said. "All we've gotten is screwed by those boys with hot balls. Let's do it different with this Harold. Overkill. Spider tells me he's a turkey. We'll move in fast, capture him, take him to his car and boil off his pronger before he starts games. Once he's de-spunked he won't use Salt to get freebies."
"My God, you mean just maul his zinger?"
"Sure. I'm determined to jump off the merry-go-round. If it takes sex, we'll use it, fast and slick. He'll have no excuse to hold back then. Male thinking."
"If you say so."
Harold began to sweat, his prick jutting up in the warm, silken hand, his belly thrilling, especially with the redhead nibbling at his neck.
"YOU-WOOOO-ARE MAS-JACK-DOING ME!" he squealed.
"In America it's called 'masturbation'," sang out Cheryl happily. She was aware of Harold's background from Spider. His smallish prick had now risen to almost the standard six inches.
"I KNOW WHAT IT'S KEEEE!-CALLED," he stuttered.
Cheryl was delighted with her bold approach and the look and feel of the innocent little cock.
"And what do you call this, Harold?" she asked. She bent and slipped his straining cock into her mouth.
"YORRRRRRRP," he said.
"I knew it was called yorp," said Abby with a laugh.
"I just couldn't think of the right word ... let me have a taste."
"Vanilla," said Cheryl with a gasp. Her cunt had heated as she pulled back.
Abby sucked the short cock into her mouth and flexed it so that Harold surged up between them.
"Strawberry, I think," gasped Abby after a moment. "I think it's virgin cock. Are you a virgin, Harold?"
"I-ME-OH, OH, OH," went Harold as Cheryl immediately took over the cock suck and ingested his prick deep in her mouth.
Abby grabbed one hand and pressed it over her big breast, sexy in the warm satin. Her nipple sprang to life as Harold instinctively clutched the soft tit and groaned from the feel of it through the sexy cloth. She directed his other hand to Cheryl's crotch.
"Put your hand between Cheryl's legs," said Abby. "A virgin has to start somewhere."
"Inside pants," cried Cheryl, coming up for air. She broke the zipper on her cut-off jeans and pushed Harold's hand down her belly to her wet, warm cunt. At the same moment Abby leaned forward to take over the cock suck, Harold's clinging hand stayed right with her sexy breast. She did something and eased his hand inside the satin so he had the taut globe naked to his palm.
"It's happening, and I don't even know you!" cried Harold happily, at last convinced that his great day had come.
"Oh, you know me," said Cheryl. "You helped me climb a tree at the Sig house last night ... anything boiling down there, Abby?"
"Not yet," gasped Abby, coming up for air. "Except his hand on my boob and his prick in my mouth are making me dizzy."
"Mark this event, Harold," said Cheryl. "It's a first on the Brighton campus. A double girl suck." She went down on his prick.
She marveled at the adaptability of the human being, especially in the sex area. Harold had already accepted the situation and keened with soft grunts and twists in extreme pleasure. She liked his smallish prick and worked his hand on her cunt to increase her own sex rushes. She wanted to drive Harold to bursting, but Abby pulled her head back.
"My turn."
She surrendered the prick reluctantly. The sex was serious now. It started as a lark, but she earnestly wanted to feel that young, virgin cock pumping hot semen into her mouth. Harold was a sight to see totally captured by the two females, arms crossed over, one hand holding Abby's breast, one dug into Cheryl's cunt. He wasn't an expert, but he didn't have to be. He couldn't miss her clit.
She turned Harold's face toward her, and she kissed him on the mouth, driving her tongue between his surprised lips. He took to the French kiss like the Frenchman he was after only a slight hesitation. His warm body was putty in their hands, his stiff prick jogged, and Cheryl could tell by his excited breath popping on her cheek that he didn't have far to go.
"I WANT IT!" gasped Abby, lifting her head.
"No," said Cheryl. "You take the mouth. I want the prick."
"No way, I-"
Both heads went to Harold's lap. Two hands struggled for possession of his slippery, red and throbbing cock. He squeaked in extreme pleasure. He'd lost Abby's breast and he dove for something to replace it. His hand slid between Abby's legs and he inadvertently solved the problem with that action. As his hand dug into Abby's cunt through her beige pants he struck her clit and froze on it, riding his fingers.
"Great God, I see the light!" cried Abby.
She had to give up the struggle for his prick. She had to hump her loins on that commanding hand and lock her thighs.
"YEE, YEEE, RUF, RUF," she went. It was her sex bark of orgasm. For Abby kinky sex was the world's greatest turn-on and this episode in Harold's car, alternately sucking his prick with her good friend when they hardly knew the guy, blew the top of her sex thermometer. She'd risen like a jet on takeoff, thrilling and glowing until her belly felt like a white-hot container of high test explosive. She felt singing good all over and halloed out her orgasmic, bitch cries of completion.
"Is she-sick-did I hurt her?" asked Harold, still drilling his hand on her cunt as he felt it pulsate and throb.
"You fucked her off-pretty good for a virgin. Now you have to lose your manhood, youngster."
Cheryl plunged her mouth back on Harold's cock to suck him lusciously and make him lift right off the car seat.
"GREAT HEH-HEH-HEAVENS," he said in a soft, strangled voice. His belly locked and his butt tensed. He plucked futilely at Cheryl's head.
"IT'S-I'M GOING TO CUM," he warned her. "BETTER RE-OHHHHH-YOUR HEAD."
It had not occurred to him that he was supposed to spend in her mouth, thought Cheryl with delight. She ignored his friendly warnings and sucked harder. The boy actually died temporarily of joy.
"I-WOOO, I-WOOOO," he cried, lifting his head and releasing hot darts of wet spunk in Cheryl's mouth.
"YOU WOO GOOD," quipped Abby, just coming out of her full orgasm. "Ask me tomorrow and I'll tell you the same, you crumb. You gave all your goodies to her."
Harold barely heard what she said. He strained and grunted, feeling deliciously helpless as his cock expressed itself with flowing, full ejaculations right into the mouth of the beautiful blonde. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the girl's soft throat move. She actually drank down the delicious spill from his guts and it was the most glorious feeling he'd ever had. How he'd struggled to lose his virginity and, by a miracle, he was stripped by it by not one but two gorgeous girls without any effort on his part. For the first time since coming to Brighton his heart swelled with happiness as his spend tapered and his cock felt creamed with glowing after-feeling. The girls' saliva stung a little and he treasured that exotic feel on his prick.
"I certainly want to thank you for all this. I truly do," he said, sinking back in splendor.
Cheryl was done. She didn't want to risk an orgasm at this point only to meet her usual hang-up.
"Don't thank us," said she. "Just go get Salt for us."
"The wooden figurine the Sigs stole from the Delta," said Abby, finally detaching his fingers from her crotch.
"That Spider got from Tom Talbot and passed on to you," added Cheryl.
"You mean the Doris Miller?" he asked. "Why, that's only a cheap nothing." He felt a little disappointed now that he saw their motive for this glorious meeting, but those who begged seldom chose.
Cheryl remembered the name scratched on the wood. "Give us the Doris Miller," she said. "Now, tonight, at once."
"But I gave that to my patron, Mrs. Foster, at lunch today," he said.
He went on to explain that Professor Foster's wife was the Art Consciousness of Brighton. Her project this year was to create a display of all the artists who had ever attended Brighton as students, teachers or visiting experts. She especially wanted the Doris Millers.
"Pretty worthless stuff, actually," he told them. "But there's a lot of it, to fill out the collection. And who knows. Art tastes change. Someday the Millers might be worth something,"
He babbled on, apologetic that he couldn't help them. They mustn't blame Spider for passing it along to him. Spider worked in the Chem Lab for Lisbeth's husband and he could hardly refuse to turn it over, when Harold recognized it in Spider's room.
Cheryl closed her eyes and struck her forehead with the back of her fist. Stuck again! And Spider, the rat, had strung her out.
Abby said: "So much for hooching male milk and asking questions later."
Harold squirmed in embarrassment. "If I could give back the-the-"
"The yorp?" suggested Abby.
"-I'd do it," he breathed. "I'm so sorry ... "
It was time to quit-or get fanatic. Cheryl was no quitter. "So we head for the Foster's, right now."
"Now?" groaned Abby.
"It's only nine, nine-thirty. Dig out your car keys, Harold,"
"I'm to cum?" asked Harold.
"You've gushed once; you might as well gush again," said Cheryl through gritted teeth.
They dropped off Abby who insisted that she had to make an important money call to Chicago. The timing was essential ...
Mr. John Wallace was a male version of his daughter. Tall, blonde, and well-built. Older, of course. Abby wore black, sexy pantyhose and her last miniskirt. You seldom saw minis any more, but she knew the older generation of men retained a lingering likeness for same. Tonight she thought it would be wise to butter up Cheryl's father in this late night visit to his motel suite.
He blinked a little and that was good. Then he frowned and that was bad. On the whole it was bad, because he opened a cheap bottle of wine with a grave expression and she knew how to read those signals.
He waved her to a chair and she sat, giving him a lot of leg and. thigh. The living room of his suite, atop the premium local motel, was as big as the Delts' dining room, and John Wallace looked as if he belonged here, sort of rich and important appearing. She swallowed.
He poured himself a glass of wine first, and that was bad.
"Well, Abby. Since August," he said.
"Long time no see," she responded nervously.
He poured her wine and moved over to sit down in a chair opposite her.
"I've decided to go after the Gypsy hard, Abby. I have to."
"The company?" Her hand was cold when it touched his as she took her glass.
He nodded. "They knew I'd given it to a woman I had a leech for. It's a pattern in the jewelry trade. But with my reputation, they didn't suspect it was the daughter of an old friend and a best customer." His eyes looked tortured.
"So you didn't use the story that my tough boyfriend, Alien stole it."
"Hell, no! They'd spot that in a second. I only told that story to Cheryl."
"That's good, Mr. Wallace. I hated to blame Alien for something he didn't do."
"They played my game with a hook. They suspended me. They gave me a deadline. It works when a woman's involved. She usually cares enough for the man to return it. They can always fall back on the criminal prosecution."
She giggled. "You sure were drunk that night."
"Dead drunk and a damned fool!"
"Wheeling up to my folks' house, finding them gone, finding only the young daughter half-dressed and zonked in grief over losing her boyfriend. You had 'fuck' written all over your face, Mr. Wallace, But I didn't care that night."
She couldn't help being hostile. He'd used her body, hadn't he? More than once that night.
"Abby, I still can't believe I gave it to you."
"You gave it to me. You practically shoved it down my throat. And how we romped before you passed out, Mr. Wallace. No young guy ever shoved his advocate into my body so deep or so often."
She felt angry but a little tickled, too. The lust of a man to fuck his best friend's sexy, young daughter was kinky enough to be a turn on.
He sighed. "If this comes out, it'll ruin me with the company, your father and mother, my daughter, and probably Brighton. But I've got to have it back."
"It slipped away temporarily. Cheryl and I expect to get it back tonight, anyway in a couple of days. You'll have to hold your horses."
She wasn't so afraid, seeing him in person. She had more blackmail on-him than he did on her, after all.
He didn't answer at once. Then: "How's school? How's Cheryl?"
"School's fine. Cheryl's fine. She's been a good daughter to you, Mr. Wallace. She stole the Gypsy from me, believing the Alien story. But some frat types got hold of it by mistake. We'll get it back-give us a couple of days." She drank her wine, feeling better and better.
"Abby, Cheryl must never know what happened between us. It would ruin me ... our relationship, father to daughter."
"You're telling me," said Abby. It would ruin things between her and Cheryl, too, if Cheryl found it that her redheaded roommate had, well, face it, fucked the balls off her father. Cheryl, after her other disappointments of not getting to Vassar and fighting for the necklace, would kill herself or go off to India and never speak to either of them again. Something wild, that was for sure.
She went on: "Cheryl and I are good friends now, just like you and my dad. I almost mailed your damned necklace back. Then she showed up at the Delt house and I had to find out what you two were up to. If you'd've come to me, I'd've given it back."
It was his turn to go negative. "Maybe. You're impulsive, as my wife, Cheryl's mother, was. Impulsive women sometimes destroy things. She ruined our marriage. She got us involved in ... a peculiar form of sex. After I developed a strong desire for it, she turned on me. She hated it and would never have sex with me again. It's a good thing she died, actually."
The word "peculiar" caught Abby's intention. She had finished her drink and risen to go.
"What was her 'peculiar' desire?"
He only grunted, staring at his glass. After a moment she moved to the door. "Well, I'm sorry about the whole mess of the Gypsy. Trust us to get it back."
"Anal sex!" he suddenly volunteered. "I hate that goddam perversion." He stood up and hurled his empty glass across the room to crash into the wall. "Still, I can't shake it off."
It was the first time she realized he was a little tipsy, like that night back in Chicago.
Her hand froze on the doorknob. "You said-anal sex?"
"God help me!" he said. "Not a woman in a thousand likes it. Sometimes I can buy it, but often not even then. I'm hooked. You understand, Cheryl's mother had a remarkable ass. It was fabulous."
Abby began to tremble. Her knees felt weak. "You never ... tried that on me last August."
"A sweet, young and innocent girl? I'm no monster."
She came back to him, cunt wetting, breath short, cheeks flushing. "Pour me some more wine-John!"
She was afraid he'd pass out from a heart attack as he played with her as as she lay face down on the big sofa. He ran his hands up her curving back thighs, over the smooth elegance of firm young flesh encased in sheer pantyhose. He felt under her miniskirt, laying it back to her waist. He stroked the rounded moons of her buttocks, enjoying the play of the sheer pantyhose over her brief bikini panties. He snorted and gurgled and made inarticulate sounds.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
She felt high herself. The thrill of realizing that she was going to get her back tunnel reamed by a cock was enough to make her light-headed and burning hot already. She'd wet through her panties and pantyhose and her clit was swollen in anticipation of a new romp in kinky sex.
"I'm beautiful!" he said. "I just can't believe-a miracle."
"No miracle," she laughed. "I've got a million hot little nerves around my back door. Maybe twice as many as most people. Even to think about being touched there gives my stomach a thrill like a fast elevator ride."
"They'll make a new friend tonight," he chuckled.
He peeled down her pantyhose and panties, exposing the creamy, bare flesh. She got goose-bumps of excitement as he bit and nibbled on the yielding flesh of her rear. He teased her crack with his tongue. That was when she blurted out the story of Alien and his tongue-reaming. In a flash John Wallace washed off her seam and gave her hot reaming on her pucker, which made her tense her legs and gasp in sheer delight.
"I'M GOING CRAZEEEEE," she wailed. "RUB MY CLIT-I-I HAVE TO GO."
His gentle finger sunk between her cunt lips and found her central joy spot. His avid tongue kept firing up those nerves that protected her butt hole. She tensed her buttocks, lifted, fell back, squirmed and panted.
"HOLY-HOLY-OH, OOOHHH! I'M GOOOIIIIING," she sang.
The best part about an orgasm was the swift, inevitable rise to the throbbing sex death. She gurgled impossible things as he pinioned her and took her to glory, finally locking her legs, freezing her belly and buttocks and spending off for him with magnificent spasms of both her asshole and cunt. Wham, wham, wham. It was the most delicious ass tonguing she'd ever felt, because John was a master and unafraid. At last she went passive and glowing, the first part of her anal trip exquisite and yet only a prelude to the main act.
She laid there squeezing her toes in delight as he undressed and got ready to cornhole her. It was so terrific to find herself secure with him, alone in this room, about to enjoy perverted sex. There were no fingers to point, no secret, repulsive thoughts going on in his head for her to worry about. They were birds of a feather. What a shame she hadn't known this last August.
His prick looked red and fussed and she worried that he might not have lasting power. As she lay there on the bed, her young, adult body nude, her creamy skin moist with sex desire, her beautiful buttocks with the dark, inviting crack open to him, she guessed he was about out of his mind. How many good looking young girls could he approach and ask for anal sex?
"Now, Abby, baby, don't worry about what happens," he told her. "If you like it even a little bit, it'll be a great trip."
Then he parted her buttocks and greased her seam with Vaseline, working her sphincter. She thrilled to the exotic pressure. Over her shoulder she could see his prick and his face. His prick, which had loosened a little, now tightened to such a rock hardness that it got a slight bow in it. The congested blood made it almost purple. His face was a symphony of delight and wonder, as if he had experienced a miracle that might fade at any moment.
"You're an ass-hound, all right," he laughed.
His probing finger met minimal resistance. More than once in the secrecy of her bed alone, Abby had assaulted her ass-button for the high thrills it provided. Sometimes she masturbated with one hand while she cornholed herself with the other, a dark secret she'd never reveal to anyone else. She loved the slide of hard flesh on the tender mucous membranes just inside her hole. In point of fact, she'd trained that highly sensitive area to respond to sex stimulation, another example of the high adaptability of the human body.
He pulled up her butt, knelt behind her, and fitted the knob of his cock to her sphincter.
Golden moment. She felt her heart pump rapidly, her body alive to this perverted cock invasion. It was authentic kinkiness, a total perversion, or misuse of both his cock and her ass for sexual purposes. It was far past kid stuff like sucking, whipping, bondage and those perversions that didn't involve a true lock of cock and body hole.
She knew it would hurt, but in her white hot desire to experience a full ass fuck she didn't care. He did it expertly. With his cock heavily greased, he took hold of her hips and lanced her asshole like a doctor plunges a needle into the flesh while giving a shot. It would've taken considerable work with a non-anal girl to loosen her sphincter. With an ass-wild girl, he violated her ruthlessly with a powerful fuck stroke.
Her sphincter caved in while her eyes went wild, her heart raced, and her nerves thrilled and sang in ecstasy. A cock was far bigger than a finger and she couldn't believe the cruel strain of her tight muscle opening for that rape stroke.
There was a massive shock of pain, fear and embarrassment at taking his cock into that private hole. There was thick oil and hard meat friction on her interior tissues that she already associated with hot sex. She gave a groan.
"OH, NOOOO. SO HARD-SO FAST."
He gripped her hips and forced her ruthlessly, her tunnel unsealing to this strange invader, and it seemed to her that every nerve in her lower body quivered with the intensity of mixed pain and pleasure.
"DEEP, DEEP," he intoned, like a man drugged.
His cock oozed, up, up, up, driving her crazy. She'd never felt so open, so violated, so exposed to the harsh world, as quivering pink and tender tissues were forced to accept his deep penetration. She thought he must surely tear gaps in her sensitized flesh and destroy her. His average-sized prick felt like a ball-bat up there.
He gave a cry of inarticulate delight. She actually felt his cock throb in her tight tunnel and then he exploded. She jumped as if shot at his fast bursts of jissum.
"OH, OH,-OHHHH, NOOOO," she wailed.
She was hot and he'd already faded.
"Not ... to worry," he gasped. "You'll see."
He lay on her while his cock ejaculated body hot semen that burned and oiled her ass. Then he began to move, slowly, and she felt the true wonder of good anal sex. Her asshole was stretched, but the pain was gone. The Vaseline made the cock friction sexy for both of them. Added to that was the wonderful spill he'd just pumped into her, giving her tunnel a silken, creamy feel.
His cock did not soften. He kept working it up and down her bowels, lifting her to higher and higher heights of pleasure now that her fear was gone. The forceful action moved the skin of her entire crotch so that even her clit got stimulation. When he tried to finger inside her cunt, she pushed his hand away.
"NO. DO IT ALL-WITH COCK-IN MY ASS," she begged. It was her chance of a lifetime to explore her anal urge to the extreme and see if she could go to orgasm from the cornhole action.
She knew she could. For once those sensitive nerves, thick around her sphincter, got plenty of stimulation to send hot messages deep inside her body. For another thing, she thrilled to the forced action, the natural function of hollow muscles to expel. This gave her wild rushes of delight, because in a perverse way, most of the pleasure came from the back-stroke of his cock, not the penetration.
She grunted as he thrust forward, finding the invasion of his prick vaguely unpleasant and somewhat alarming. She cooed when he slid back, the hot, pink tissues thrilling at her gut power. She could pinch down on her anal passage as well, if not better, than with her cunt to tighten on his cock.
John was completely out of the world. Forced to restrain or even hide his urge from the women he dated as a widower, he found himself ass-fucking a luscious young girl who wanted a hot cock up her rectum. She quivered under him, rich buttocks working, tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, smooth flesh and muscle caressing his belly. It felt like his cock drove to the deepest, most sensitive part of her being on each stroke, and he felt her insides shift in little spasms as he found new nerves to fire with his plunging prick.
"Don't understand-why-best fucking," he went.
It was true that in normal sex he was good for only one good session a week. In anal sex, his cock was a tiger. Too excited to hold back, he always burst once he'd forced a woman's ass open to his depth. But his prick stayed hard and then he could rock in her and whip up a new bath of sperm from the crazy friction.
He hugged her completely now, with a good angle, relishing the contact of his torso on her nude back. He had a complete armful of nubile girl, driving her to glory with back door sex.
They twisted and gasped and plunged for long minutes. Abby felt that she'd never been used in sex before as she was now. Her whole body felt moist, her tits drove her crazy, her empty cunt sweated joy juice, and her clit burned like a pulsating, hard diamond. Her body was total slave to his prick, with the region from her waist down a chaotic, delicious bed of volcanic action, as her pleasure and sex tension rose.
Her orgasm was totally different from any she'd had before. A throbbing spike of pure, ecstatic passion formed in her back thighs and buttocks and seemed to burst outwards, her young body locked and then she totally lost control of her functions.
"AHHHHHH-MY ASSSSSS!" she keened.
Her sphincter clutched the moving shaft of his cock with involuntary spasms. Her empty cunt throbbed, too, and that felt good. What really whipped her to the heights was trying to get control of her wild, uncontrollable sphincter. As she squeezed down, the luscious quakes defeated her. She kept squeezing and losing control to the insistent prick and it was a long, majestic orgasm, compared to her others. She gurgled, sweated and drooled, and kept on gushing and gushing.
"AH, OH, AH, OH, AH, OH-I'M SO TAAAAAAKEN," she squealed.
John had never felt so virile as in his complete mastery of the girl's body through her asshole. As she squirmed and squealed helplessly under him, her body lost to his prick power, he felt the sweet, sudden rush of his own orgasm. He was almost reluctant to give in to it, but he wanted the surging joy.
"OH, ABBY, NOW!" was all he said.
Then he, too, went stiff and began to fill her rectum with rich, body-hot spurts of male supremacy, planting his sperm deep in the body of the possessed female. Shot after shot of hot cream boiled into her ass as she tapered off her orgasm and quivered to take this new liquid invasion. He held her tight and worked off every drop of white-hot spend that the excitement of her cornhole had worked up.
Afterwards, in sheer pleasure, they lay locked, he stroking her moist flesh. He knew with growing wonder he loved this girl and would get to possess her ass all night long ... for as long as his prick would stay hard.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Professor Richardson Foster blanched when he opened the door of his big campus home and saw on his doorstep the young blonde coed that he'd had sex with earlier in the Lab.
"I want to see your wife," said Cheryl. "I've got to see Mrs. Lisbeth Foster."
"Oh, oh, no, young lady. That's impossible," the frightened man cried. No doubt the young lady meant to blow the whistle on him.
For a few confused moments Cheryl didn't understand what was going on in his head. She concentrated totally on getting the figurine, and she had no thought of protesting Foster's sex use of her earlier. Just the same, she stood there shocked. In all of the excitement of the chase it hadn't occurred to her that Lisbeth Foster would turn out to be the wife of the very same professor whose cock she'd sucked.
Harold came out of the gloom to set things right.
"We have to see Mrs. Foster about a piece of sculpture I gave her today," he explained. Foster still blocked the door.
"My wife's having one of her bad headaches. You can't see her tonight."
For once in his life, Harold rose to the occasion. Maybe it was his liking for Cheryl and what she and Abby had done for him.
"That's also why we came," said Harold smoothly. "I mean, I want to talk about the sculpture. Cheryl here-she's a Swedish masseuse. She's an expert on bad backs. When Mrs. Foster complained today, I knew I had to dig up someone for her."
She shot Harold a startled look and Foster said: "Is that true, young lady? You're a massager."
Anything to get into the house. "Yessir," she said. "I learned Swedish massage in New York. My father's a widower and he has lots of trouble with his back, so I learned."
Foster hesitated, so Cheryl pushed past him into the house. She beckoned to Harold.
"Harold, maybe you'd better go see Mrs. Foster and let her know I'm here."
She wanted a word with the professor in private, and hoped Harold could go get the statuette without her having to fake some dumb massage scene.
Harold continued to track nicely.
"Sure. Is she in the upstairs bedroom, Professor?"
Foster nodded cautiously. He trusted Harold. He liked Harold, who helped Lisbeth with her campus art activities and kept an over-energetic wife happy. Furthermore, it was preposterous to think of Harold as having carnal designs on Lisbeth or anyone else. Harold went off happily upstairs.
Cheryl felt the professor study her guardedly. There she was in her cut-off jeans, boots and cape. She could see his male hormones begin to tingle with all that bare thigh showing.
"Well, if you can be discreet about what goes on in the Chem Lab," he said, "there's no reason why ... " He let it drift off.
She continued the role Harold had given her. "I just want my twenty bucks for the massage," she said. "I need the money."
"I didn't realize ... Spider never told me-"
"Young guys don't need massages. Your Swedish type is very straight, no hanky-pank."
He put an arm around her and escorted her to the hallway.
"You can wait in my study, Cheryl. Uh, maybe you can earn forty bucks. I could use a massage myself. After you do the other, that is."
His thigh had bumped hers and his arm about her waist pulled her close.
"One thing at a time," she breathed.
She had no desire to get further involved with Foster. But he, feeling safe, now appeared delighted by her visit. His arm moved under the cape. More squeezes.
"I like you very much, Cheryl. You were a real good sport with Spider today. I have certain influence on this campus and I can probably help you in a number of ways."
She pulled free of him. "I'll keep it in mind."
His lust was up. Again his hand went under her cape and he squeezed her ass.
"Come on, Cheryl. It's not like we are strangers. I love the kind of things you do."
The rest of the interview consisted of the professor chasing her around his study in restrained pursuit. She didn't want to make him mad and he didn't want her to get upset and stalk out. At last Harold returned. His eyes looked miserable.
"She didn't want to talk about the Doris Miller," he said crest-fallen. "She wants the massage, though. Her back is killing her."
Cheryl felt her heart jump. He'd tossed the ball to her. Common sense told her to give up, but her compulsive drive to get hold of Salt drove her.
"So let's go upstairs."
"Be sure and see me on the way out," Foster called after them as she quickly took Harold's hand and guided him out of the study ...
As they climbed the stairs, he said: "What happens now?"
"We'll fake the massage," she hissed. "We'll steal it, that's all. Is it in the house. Do you know where?"
"Yeah," he said. "She stacks all the stuff in a bedroom they don't use since their kids grew up. It's probably in there, just down the hall from her bedroom."
"Good. I'll start and you stay around I'll go for a toilet break or something and grab it. Or maybe it's better if you grab it while I work her over."
"No, no!" squeaked Harold. "I couldn't do that. You grab it while I keep her talking. Then she won't blame me.
Men! she thought. Weaklings, when it came time to protect their interests ...
Actually the massage was fun. Cheryl began to get into the spirit of it, once she got Lisbeth Foster on the bed, naked, with a towel across her hips. Deft questions assured Cheryl that Lisbeth knew nothing about Swedish massage. The woman had an older face and gray-streaked hair, but below her shoulders she had a terrific figure. She took good care of herself. Her skin was smooth, pliable, the muscles soft and sexy. She had pretty good breasts, a nice behind, and great legs and thighs. In spite of herself, Cheryl felt her cunt warm as she worked on the nude woman. Ever since giving in to her leech of girl sex with Abby, Cheryl felt able to touch and appreciate other feminine flesh. The professor was crazy to want to play around behind this woman's back. But it added to the sexiness of this situation to realize she'd pulled the plug of the cock that normally got off in Lisbeth's cunt. If the woman only knew.
"Ah, that's so good. That feels so good," cried Lisbeth as Cheryl's fingers dug in.
"Time I'm done you won't even know you have a bad back," Cheryl told her.
As she worked on the flesh of the woman's back and moved down the smooth taper, Cheryl began to get an idea. It was wild, but it made sense in what she wanted to do. She skipped the towel to work on the woman's back thighs. Her hands rose higher and higher towards her crotch. Harold sat a few feet away, talking to Mrs. Foster about some of her art projects. Cheryl's woman's sense told her that the older woman would not have let Harold witness this massage unless she liked the young man. Even in the few minutes she'd worked, Cheryl realized that Lizbeth liked the young man a whole lot. Further, her experience with the Professor told her that the Fosters, like so many people who were married for a long time, had roving eyes. There was a lot of sublimated sexuality between the sexy, older woman and Harold, although he didn't realize it.
Cheryl's hand went under the towel and she gently jogged the older woman's cunt. She felt tension in the woman's loins and her own sex rush and a blush. Cheryl held her breath. Her hand slid back down on the thighs.
The older woman's dark eyes looked at Cheryl, as Lisbeth turned her head to peer over her shoulder. Lisbeth looked puzzled-and a little hot-eyed. She said nothing and that was all Cheryl needed.
"All right, Harold," said Cheryl. "You can help me now."
"Wh-what?" squeaked Harold.
Cheryl went on smoothly, talking to Lisbeth. "I'm teaching Harold my massage system," she said. "If he's good enough at it, we may open a service in Brighton. Since you and he are already-sort of friends-would you mind?"
"Listen," said Harold, blushing. "It's nothing of the kind-"
"Come on, Harold," Cheryl cut him off. "You don't have to hide it from Mrs. Foster-Lisbeth."
"Not at all," said Lisbeth with a laugh. "I've often encouraged Harold to learn to do something useful with his hands. He spends too much time in his head."
"So hop to it, Harold," Cheryl ordered. "You get busy on the back while I take care of the legs."
"I-I-I-" Harold stammered.
"Harold, get over here!" Lisbeth's tone was peremptory and Harold jumped.
A few seconds later, coat off, sweating and blushing, Harold dug his hands into the nude flesh of his patroness, while Cheryl "instructed" him as she continued to squeeze the sexy thighs of the professor's wife.
"Slowly, Harold ... move the flesh in and out ... take your time. Be firm but not painful ... now then ... your knuckles on the backbone, but not too hard."
Cheryl had her own fun down below. Harold was too confused to notice what she was doing to his patroness. Cheryl's hot hand sneaked under the towel to work that luscious cunt, making it swell and wet, just as her own cunt began to swell and wet. Lisbeth's hot eyes crossed hers, and Cheryl saw that the older woman was both amused and delighted at getting this erotic attention from the two young people. Pretty soon Lisbeth made very gentle humping motions and a soft groan escaped her lips.
"Was I-too harsh!" cried Harold.
"You're doing fine, Harold," said Cheryl.
She spread some of Mrs. Foster's cunt honey down on the soft inner thighs and had to breathe fast at the glisten and feel of it.
If she weren't careful, Cheryl feared she'd forget the real reason she'd come here and start a mini-orgy right on Lisbeth's bed. Certainly the older woman enjoyed it. Her legs had opened, her butt had tensed and relaxed under the towel. Bravo! The worldly, quick-thinking professor's wife was plenty fast on the uptake, adjusting to this lucky situation and letting Cheryl manage the whole thing.
Cheryl had Lisbeth turn over, covering those quite excellent breasts with a smaller towel. Harold modestly averted his eyes, but Cheryl didn't. The woman's nipples were as hard as if they had been carved out of stone. Cheryl's own breasts tensed in appreciation of the hot sex flashes she knew Lisbeth felt.
"You take the legs, Harold," Lisbeth ordered with a quick look up at Cheryl.
"Good idea," murmured Cheryl.
She knew now that she and Lisbeth were in league together with dark designs on that lump of cock that Harold carried between his legs. Harold knew that something was up, but with his near-virgin innocence, he couldn't quite understand what was happening.
Cheryl slid her hands from the soft arch of Lisbeth's ribs to her stomach. Lisbeth was okay, with only a little surplus flesh. Oh, it did feel good to stroke her warm flesh and sex up the woman! Her hands kept moving, up now, to the towel. Under the towel. She dug her hands into the naked breasts for a luscious moment, enjoying the springy feel of tit and the hard tension of thrilled nipples. Lisbeth had to move and groan, so Cheryl quickly broke contact. Lisbeth had a full sex blush now. Her eyes began to look dreamy and she wet her lips.
Cheryl glanced at Harold. The lad moved up from Lisbeth's calves to her thighs. He blushed, too. Cheryl could tell that he had an erection. Instead of reveling in it, he was ashamed of it, fearing their criticism. His brain failed to realize what his cock told him plainly.
"HIGHER, HAROLD," ordered Cheryl.
"I think this is ... far enough."
Lisbeth added firm encouragement. "Higher, Harold. There's a bit of soreness higher-uh- higher up."
"S-sure," His hands crept higher.
"No, Harold, like this," said Cheryl. She turned her back on Lisbeth and faced Harold. She ran her hand up those sweet inner thighs that glistened with sex education. Her wrist pulled back the towel as she fixed on Lisbeth's pink cunt and worked it. Harold stared in frozen fascination. At the same time Cheryl fingered Harold's hard-on in his pants. She squeezed his cock firmly. She felt a little dizzy with all the sexuality going on, her own cunt boiling now and her tits hot and ready.
"I think Mrs. Foster is ready for the full treatment," Cheryl said.
"I'm ready," crooned the happy woman on the bed.
"Huh?" said Harold.
What a turkey. Cheryl mouthed the word "fuck" but Harold couldn't grasp it. She took him by the hand and led him away from the bed.
"I have to go to the bathroom, Mrs. Foster," Cheryl called back over her shoulder, "I'll let Harold finish for me. Is that all right?"
"Perfect," said the older woman. "Beautiful."
To Harold, Cheryl hissed. "Fuck her. She wants it."
"Oh, my God, I don't dare," he whispered. "She's too nice a woman-"
"Crawl her," she insisted in a low voice. "You're hard and she's wet. She wants it. I happen to know the professor cheats on her. It's all right."
"I-I-I-"
"If you don't," said Cheryl, "she'll hate you forever. She thinks we plotted all of this because you're crazy for her." She put deadly menace in her voice. "If you back out, she'll smash you for a jerk and a clod. You have no choice."
He groaned and looked at the bed, where the woman pretended to be resting ...
"Harold, don't you want to?"
"Yeah. I think she's sexy, but, but-"
She shoved him toward the bed. As Cheryl went out of the room, the last thing she saw was Harold unbuttoning his shirt and Lisbeth whisking off the towels ...
It was no trouble finding the room where Lisbeth had stacked all her art objects. Finding the small figurine was a different matter. Cheryl groaned when she saw the clutter of stuff-pictures, lamps, small tables, figurines, jewelry. Evidently a lot of artistic people had attended Brighton and had had time to create a lot of objects. It was going to take her a half hour to go through all of this stuff thoroughly and she knew she didn't have that much time. Furthermore, the light was dim. She stood in the middle of the room and gave a small wail of despair. It was like going through somebody's crowded attic.
At least there might be another light switch to make the job easier. She turned back towards the door-and froze in triumph. There it was, all by itself, set just inside the door on the floor where Lisbeth must have placed it when she got it earlier today. Salt-ugly as ever yet heartwarmingly familiar in every line. The end of the chase. Cheryl scooped it up with a glad cry and cut the light and headed out of the room and toward the stairs to sneak out of the house. Lisbeth would certainly understand, and it would save Harold embarrassment. She listened at the bedroom door and heard reassuring sounds that told her Harold and Lisbeth would be occupied for a while.
There were front stairs and back stairs in a house like this. She chose the back stairs in order to avoid the professor, who was undoubtedly preening himself down in his study, waiting for his massage that would never come. She felt guilty about deserting Harold when the professor could possibly catch him, but she doubted that Foster would do much. He-had his own guilt to contend with.
Through a pantry, into the kitchen, and toward the back door. She had to check if the Gypsy were still crammed up inside the figurine, but that could wait until she fled the house.
A strong hand closed on her wrist; she was spun about to face the professor, dressed now only in a robe, and glaring at her with gleaming eyes.
"Leaving so soon?" he said.
"I-uh-have another appointment," she said, struggling.
He stared at Salt and back into her face. His grip did not relax.
"I'm sure you can spare me a minute. I want to show you something."
"Wha-what?"
He walked her back through the kitchen into the front part of the house. His grip on her arm was compelling. He opened the door to the library and thrust her through, into the book-filled, leather furnished room. Under ordinary circumstances Cheryl would've loved to relax in this happy, comfortable room. Not tonight. Especially not after she saw instantly what he'd brought her here to see. the big Foster home included closed circuit TV among its features. Right now a camera in the master bedroom upstairs focused on the bed of Lisbeth Foster. It showed two naked bodies, writhing around each other. So far Lisbeth and Harold weren't fucking. It might be better if they were. You could see everything this way-Lisbeth's hand closed on Harold's smallish stiff prick, Lisbeth's wet, gleaming cunt as she opened her legs in anticipation of the joy to come and Harold tonguing and sucking the woman's quite good breasts.
"That was a great massage," said Foster dryly. "From down here it looked like you shoved your whole fist up Lisbeth's box to get her locked."
Cheryl gasped in amazement and embarrassment. "You-spy on your wife?"
"Not like this usually," he chuckled. "We've had the closed circuit TV in the kids' bedrooms for years. Then they grew up and left. I didn't want to waste it. In fact I improved it with a better camera and a master monitor here, since I spend so much time in the library."
He pushed a button and set off the zoom effect on the camera upstairs. The picture enlarged to show the screen full of Lisbeth's fist jacking off Harold's cock. She could see Harold's cock veins and fine hairs on Lisbeth's hand.
"Improvements," he chuckled. "Lisbeth doesn't pay much attention. With the two of us alone in the house she uses it when she's upstairs or in the kitchen to talk to me. We have several cameras-it saves a lot of steps."
Cheryl heard the sounds now. Not as good as in regular TV, but quite audible and very embarrassing. Harold praised Lisbeth's breasts. Lisbeth murmured something about being hot and ready and "let's do it."
"Lisbeth is so used to it, she never thinks about it any more," he went on. "I rigged the bedroom camera so I could watch her undress. Sometimes she plays with herself. I sit down here getting hot and then I rush upstairs and we really go at it. Believe it or not, she doesn't realize why I get so hot at certain times. She never cared much for mechanical things."
"Why, that's-voyeurism," breathed Cheryl.
"Beyond question," he said. "It keeps my marriage green."
"But with an outside lover ... "
"I don't think she has any. This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't put the boy up to it. Lisbeth's not stupid. She wouldn't go out of her way to seduce somebody, but she likes Harold, and when something like this suddenly offers, she won't deprive herself."
"It's gross!" cried Cheryl.
"Totally," said Foster. "I've reached the age when it takes new things to reach excitement. Call it middle-aged madness." He chuckled again.
"Aren't you going to stop it?" she asked.
"No. She's entitled, considering I've done a few extra-curricular things myself. Perhaps you've noticed."
All this time they'd been struggling with her blouse, he to loosen it, she to keep it buttoned. She lost because she still clutched Salt. Now he undid her cut-off jeans.
"Professor!" she cried in shock.
"You're going to have to, you know, if you want to leave this house with that silly looking thing," he said calmly.
He peeled down her shorts and panties over her hips and below her knees, right down to her boots. He gave a shove; she gave a cry, and she found herself sitting in a big leather chair while he stripped off her boots, her shorts and panties. With her cape gone and her blouse unbuttoned and flung back, she might as well be naked.
"I don't want this," she wailed.
"We'll put the boots back on," he said. "I've always wanted to fuck a sexy young girl wearing only boots."
She struggled, but he managed to replace her boots. Then he spun her over to the big, comfortable leather sofa. While she ended up in a tangle of arms and legs, he removed his robe. He was naked underneath and already hard. It had been planned.
"This is attempted rape," she cried.
"I don't think you'll want to tell your side of it when I tell what happened before," he said smoothly. "Coed high jinks don't include a woman fingering another woman, or setting up an innocent boy to fuck an older woman. Then don't forget-I hold the ace card."
"Wha-what?"
He jerked Salt from her hand and set it on an end table. "Play the game and you walk out of here with your figurine in less than ten minutes. Oppose me and you leave alone."
The whole trouble with her situation was that she'd been sexed up to begin with. She'd left that bedroom upstairs with her cunt sizzling, and her warm juices at full flow. The sight of Harold hadn't done anything to calm her down, nor the actions of the hot-bellied woman upstairs. The kinkiness of voyeuring the love-making kept her high. To think the Professor watched his own wife being fucked turned her on some more. As for the professor, he shocked her, but his randiness didn't turn her off. Her own father was so uptight and stiff that it was a pleasure to meet an older man who was more than a little sex-crazy. Still, she had to make some kind of a struggle.
"LET ME GO," she cried, writhing against his naked body as he tried to mount her saddle. "I'M NOT A CHEAP, WILD GIRL."
"Shut up and watch the show, and let things happen," he ordered.
She didn't have much choice. His heavy hips pinned her down and his prick, digging here and there to find her hole, began to excite her.
"I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I DON'T APPROVE OF THIS," she said. Then: "OHHHHH."
About three inches of cock slid into her cunt, which was well-oiled to receive the sexy messenger.
"I-KNOW IT," he grunted in pleasure. "IT'S NOT-YOUR-UH-FAULT."
"I DISOWN THIS. UHHHHHH." His prick oozed up her vagina to take her full measure.
"I HOLD YOU BLAMELESS, CHERYL. SWEET CHERYL! SEXY CHERYL!" he cried and began to thrust.
Over his shoulder, Cheryl had an excellent view of the screen and the action upstairs. They had stopped fooling around. Harold laid on top of Lisbeth Foster and drilled into her with his cock. Lisbeth took it with fabulous wriggles of her hips to get the full effect of the smallish cock. She didn't have to wiggle to get the full thrill of her fuck. The professor was plenty big. He fucked in and out of her at an almost sedate pace that was excruciatingly lovely, a real cocksman.
He turned his head. "Let's see how-they're doing-" he gasped.
He reached over her head and found a control. He worked both the angle and the zoom and the pictures shot up to a full sight of Harold's cock reaming into Lisbeth's envelope, gleaming with her juices. The fabulous close-up filled the screen. He put her hand on it to show her how it worked.
"En-joy," he said.
A sweet, dazed feeling crept over Cheryl. Everything was going to come out okay. She had Salt back and she knew the necklace was inside. Lisbeth and Harold upstairs were going to make out all right and never be aware that others watched them fucking. It would be good for the virginal Harold and the lovely but restrained Lisbeth, who certainly deserved a little adulterous sex. The professor was happy, not only with the wild voyeur act of seeing his wife fucked, but with the joy of screwing a long-legged blonde wearing boots. All Cheryl had to do was lay back, watch the show, and relax.
"Ah, good, good," she said, approving of the tight cock slide in her cunt, despite earlier reluctance. He had a good contact with her clit and she felt the leaping, delightful thrills of the action on her main sex nerve. His slow steady strokes were a welcome change from the wild bucking the young men usually gave her.
"PURR-FECT," he crooned, hands under her ass to cant her loins for his best angle.
He was more absorbed in watching the effect of his prick and its impact on her than watching the screen. She couldn't keep her eyes off the TV picture , wiggling the controls to watch the fuck upstairs, first from afar and then zooming in for different angles of the struggling bodies. She felt quite sophisticated, worldly, and full of crazy good humor at being fucked while she watched others fuck. Who'd ever believe this? Poor Abby should've come along for this adventure.
Her body went moist; the professor sagged in delicious contact, lying on her belly so that the air squished out between them with an obscene sound. He began to suck her nipples. She began to fuck back against his thrilling, terrific prick as her own ecstasy soared. Still she managed to keep half an eye on the lascivious action between Harold and Lisbeth.
For the first time in sex Cheryl felt a wild bitch delight that she'd never experienced before. This sex was different than anything that had happened to her. She loved the professor's swollen plunging prick, but she didn't love him. She could forget about trying to please him to enjoy herself. She opened her being to the exquisite sensation of the cock riding her clit in order to extract every bit of sensual joy from it. Each stroke backwards and forwards seemed to drive high voltage pleasure along an intricate set of white hot wires extending up from her cunt to her stomach and breasts and down to her thighs and calves.
She became aware that his hot body plastered to hers pleased a different set of sensuous nerves in her smooth skin. Still another intense flood of joy poured from her locked and responding nipples. She was a total woman in a total fuck.
"AH, SO SWEET-GETING HOTTER," mumbled her lover. His pace increased.
Her own loins moved faster and increased all these joys.
"YOU'RE-FUCKING-ME CRAZEEE," she keened.
It was true and the frank word made it that more enjoyable. Not sex for love or for power or to impress or win something. Sex to please only the complicated existing love network with which her body was endowed. Talk about hedonist pleasure! This was the peak.
Beyond that her eyes brought her additional excitement as she watched the fuck taking place upstairs. What a privilege to see the sex-lock of two naked adult bodies; twisting and thrusting in ecstatic joy. She'd seen X-rated movies, but they didn't satisfy as well as what took place on the TV screen across the way, especially with that zoom attachment.
She got a further erotic thought. If ever she had a chance to beat her disgusting hangups, now was the golden time. She was locked in delightful man-woman sex and witnessing still another couple do it.
"OH, SO GOOOOOD," she murmured.
The professor's response was to fix his mouth on her beautiful lips and start to kiss her open-mouthed and hot. He had everything going now, mouth on mouth, hand kneading a full, exquisite and naked tit, and stiff cock riding to glory deep in the young woman's cunt. He'd worked like the devil all his life to become well-to-do and well known, and he felt it was a deserved reward for his achievement to be able to fuck a beautiful young girl like this. He hung in a blissful heaven.
Upstairs, Lisbeth felt her whole life attitude change. Her sex with the professor had dwindled to almost nothing. It wasn't his fault; after years and years the zing was gone. She suspected he managed to seduce a hot-eyed coed now and again but had reserved herself, even though other lecherous academicians and even younger men found her worthy of pursuing. She knew her body was good -yet she held back-until now. Young Harold turned her on-his innocence, his respect, his hidden sexuality. He was the one young man she'd risk all for.
She felt her belly suffused with tingling joy from the adequate but not overpowering prick. Years peeled off as he rocked, dazed and glazed in the wonder of his first fuck, loving her through every pore of his body. Just as she'd forgotten the hot ecstasies of her young womanhood, she'd forgotten the staying power of young pricks. Harold hung her on golden ropes of extreme sex joy. She surged up under him and locked and gave a high-pitched "YEEEEEEE" of total excitement as her tension burst and she succumbed to an ache-relieving set of pleasure runs that restored the animal gusto of her youth ...
A surprised Harold felt the body of his patroness stiffen under him and then it seemed as if her cunt gloved on his cock in strong spasms while she made sounds of gurgling joy. Even in his innocence he realized he'd brought the woman to orgasm. For him the whole evening had been a flood of pleasure and excitement after years of wondering about sex and never having any. First the two young women in his car, and now this.
"Sacre Bleu. Zut!" he went.
Then his floodgates opened, and it was nothing at all like masturbation or even a cocksuck. It was total glory to ejaculate hot bursts of seed into a pink, quaking cunt. He keened and gasped his pleasure, holding the woman and bursting off his luscious spend in her, aware of achieving his manhood with each spuming throb of his cock. He half-fainted in the joy of spending his first virginal gushes into a female cunt ...
Downstairs, dreamy, sated with sensual experiences, Cheryl watched and saw the orgasm upstairs. On close-up she could actually see the exploding cock throb as it delivered its spunk and pressed forward into Lisbeth's cunt, only to slide back and inch and carry forward with the next throb.
"Oh, my God," she marveled.
The professor no longer kissed her. His face hung before hers, wide-eyed, glazed. His body locked. He gave animal grunts. He was done and she hadn't cum. He delivered. She felt his cock quake as he spent body-hot gushes in her vagina right on her uterus, but she wasn't going to gush.
She gave a cry. "OH, NOOOOOOO!"
She flashed on Abby's soft body twined with hers, the sweet rub of cunt sex, and went breathless. As the professor finished and tapered off with a happy "ZOWWWW!", she was able to give up gorgeous spasms of taken girlhood, as she fantasized the lesbian act. She spent off her tension and fulfilled her deep need for orgasm, yet there was the tinge of bitterness. Even with all of the sex dainties of this evening, she still had her beastly hang-up.
Foster hastened her dressing and shoved her out of the door, complete with Salt. She practically trotted to the nearest street lamp to examine it. She felt the gems in the hollow figurine and her heart sang, but when she pulled the object out it wasn't the Gypsy at all. It was merely a dime store necklace that either Tom, Spider or Harold had substituted for the real thing. With all of her vigorous searching and all the incredible sex, she still hadn't recovered the prize she had to have. She leaned against the lamp post and wept.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day Cheryl went to her classes, moving like a zombie. The bottom had dropped out of her life. She finally had to face the fact that she was lesbian-oriented and no amount of normal sex would ever save her. Oh, she might be able to marry and get by after years of therapy, but she knew that at every orgasm she'd have to fantasize lesbian Jove to get it off with her husband. She was not completely female. The word "dyke" burned in her brain.
She had an unsatisfactory lunch with her father. They talked about the necklace, but somehow her failure to get it connected with her failure in normal love. She told him she was sure to have it in the next day or two, but she saw he didn't believe her. She didn't believe herself.
Her father seemed in an odd mood, too. She sensed that something else besides the loss of the necklace bothered him, something more important, if she could believe it. It wasn't like him to appear like this without prior warning, and it wasn't like him to babble about "Meeting an unusual person" and "Maybe she'd have a stepmother one day".
"It could be a younger woman," John Wallace told her. "Someone surprisingly young for me."
Cheryl had always thought her father should remarry. Even if his new wife, her stepmother, turned out to be as young as thirty, that would be okay with her. She told him so.
"Well, yes," he said. "It could be a surprise to you in several ways, but I think I've found someone I can't afford to let get away."
She didn't want to deal with new problems or persons at this particular time.
"Love her well and marry her then, Dad," she said, and left after that.
Spider readily admitted to having found the Gypsy and taken it out of Salt, the figurine that Cheryl had now restored to its usual place in the Delta Rho house. Cheryl spoke to Spider on the phone.
"I suppose you've sold it already," said Cheryl.
"I'm holding it for ransom."
"I could get the police on you, Spider, but I'll ask the dumb question. What ransom?"
"I want to spend the night with you and your roommate in the Delta Rho house."
"What? Why?"
"Because no Sig has ever achieved that. Because I want the kick of it."
"We have the toughest house mother on campus, Mrs. Briggs, not to mention a lot of girls with loose lips. I couldn't get by with it even if I wanted to."
"Give me what I want-I'll bring the necklace."
She no longer believed it could be solved that simply. Every effort she'd made had failed, and she was sure that this demand would be followed by another, requiring even kinkier sex.
"Stuff that vibrator on your desk down your throat and choke to death," she said. She slammed down the receiver.
Cheryl Wallace had reached that stage where she wanted to destroy, wanted to escape her pain by rushing into the cause of the pain, giving in to the horrors she'd tried to escape and flaunting them. Let Spider ram the Gypsy up his ass! As for the other-well, if she were doomed to be a dyke, she'd be a good one, the best in the Midwest.
After dinner as Abby sat at her desk in their room, finally getting a chance to study, Cheryl came up behind her, put her arms around Abby's neck, and began to kiss her.
"Oh, Cheryl," moaned Abby. "I've got to study tonight." Cheryl's roommate, like herself, seemed to be subdued tonight, solemn, somehow different, as if yesterday's big sex binge had also quieted her down to seriousness.
Cheryl dabbed at Abby's ears, nibbled them, and breathed hot breath in the tiny ear holes to make Abby shudder. She nipped and nibbled around Abby's neck, finding little erotic spots that made the girl quiver.
"Stop that," said Abby.
But, of course, a dyke was the aggressor and it was up to her to initiate the sex and get what she wanted. In her new mood of despair, Cheryl wanted to play her new role to the hilt. She reached down to manipulate and knead Abby's big, circular breasts, outside her blouse and then inside, against naked nipples.
"Oh, my goodness!" went Abby.
A sex blush started up her neck, and after some more teasing of the girl's hard nipples, and some open mouthed kisses, taken over the shoulder of that vulnerable, sweet mouth, Cheryl took Abby by the hand and led her to her bed. Fussing and complaining, Abby nevertheless let Cheryl undress her, and Abby jogged her now wet, ready cunt as she watched the willowy blonde undress herself.
"We could go too far with this girl sex," Abby warned her. "A little innocent fooling around in these sorority houses is okay, but when it gets too heavy people catch on and get thrown out. A bad reputation goes with that."
"Tonight I've got to have girl meat," said Cheryl stubbornly, and she continued to seduce Abby until the helpless redhead writhed in extreme pleasure with Cheryl's tongue fixed firmly on her cunt. Abby gave up her sex fairly rapidly to Cheryl's lovemaking, as if Cheryl had much more power than before, as if she owed something to Cheryl.
Cheryl pleasured herself like a man, lying full length on top of the naked, spent girl and grinding her flowing, hot cunt on Abby's pelvis until she raced to a throbbing, delicious orgasm. It was Cheryl's most dyke-like act as she thumbed her nose at the gods and accepted her fate. She had no trouble in orgasm; she didn't have to fantasize anything. At this point Cheryl considered the luscious Abby as her true sex partner for some time to come.
There was a knock on the door and Abby barely had time to cover up before Cheryl opened it. It wasn't the formidable Mrs. Briggs, house mother. It was Scotty Blair.
She had come for her vibrator. She seemed in no hurry to leave. She sat on the edge of Cheryl's bed talking in animation to Abby, almost ignoring Cheryl. In her new sensitivity Cheryl spotted Scotty's game at once. The rangy freshman from Colorado was also dyke-the female aggressor in sex, and she wanted to excite Cheryl's roommate, the passive, lovely Abby, right under Cheryl's nose. She kept talking about her vibrator and sex and all the fun girls could have together.
Cheryl studied the girl and decided there was a lot of unused sexuality in the long-limbed creature. She didn't quite have the looks of either Cheryl or Abby, but there was obviously a lot of juice in her. So-the freshman thought she could steal Cheryl's bed partner right out from under her, did she?
Smiling grimly, Cheryl entered the conversation and eventually lured Scotty into the bathroom with the vibrator. A greater dyke was about to seduce a lesser dyke and put things in order.
It wasn't easy, because Scotty imagined herself the calm, cool seducer, always in charge. Cheryl was in a mean, erotic mood, just detached enough to want to exploit Scotty's body. Cheryl just let herself go in almost fierce passion and slowly overcame the lesser aggressions of the other girl. At first Scotty was shocked at being fondled, kissed and used right there in the bathroom with Abby so close by. Then the insistent Cheryl turned her on, and it was the lot of Scotty to find herself pushed back on the bathroom floor with Cheryl's hot tongue sucking her helpless cunt to glory. Scotty lost her presence of mind and took the passive role in rapt delight as Cheryl made Scotty's body shake with a delicious cunt suck. So there'd be no question as to who was the most daring, Cheryl reamed Scotty's asshole with her finger as she took the gasping girl to a glorious climax and .made her surrender every ounce of her sexual energy.
Afterwards, Cheryl led a dazed, compliant Scotty naked into the bedroom. She shoved her into her bed with Abby, who dozed.
"Just rest a minute, dear," said Cheryl. "Then I'll give the three of us a real hot evening."
"Sure, Cheryl,*' mumbled a played-out would-be seducer.
She crawled gratefully under the covers to hug Abby and rest, while Cheryl surveyed her conquests with demonic glee, thinking of ways she'd fuck .them both silly before the night was over. She meant to set a record in the Delta Rho house for the wildest lesbian night there'd ever been. Generations of Delts would talk about the fabulous Cheryl Wallace and what she did on that magic night. And other nights, too!
Another knock on the door.
"The more the merrier," muttered Cheryl. Tonight she was ready to seduce the powerful Mrs. Briggs herself if she had to. Nothing could stop her!
The girl Cheryl admitted was a Delt Cheryl had never seen before. She was built in large proportions with thick calves and big boobs. Her dress was also raunchy-a plaid skirt tight on flat hips. She wore thick glasses, like the bottoms of coke bottles and too much make-up. Her simper was sickening.
"Hello, dear," she drawled in a falsetto. "May I come in and visit for a moment?"
Cheryl fell back in amazement. After the soft, glimmering beauty of Abby, and the sleek, warm limbs of Scotty Blair, this girl was downright ugly. She introduced herself as "Lucille" and flung her garish purse on Abby's empty bed. Then she went to Cheryl's bed and peered down at the two girls lying under the covers. Scotty's eyes grew big as she stared up at this apparition. As Abby woke from her doze, she saw Lucille and gave a soft scream. "Nightmare!" cried Abby.
"Oh, I'm just as pretty as you are," simpered Lucille, with a grotesque grin down at Abby.
"Relax, Abby," said Cheryl. "It's only the campus cut-up, Spider Strawn, dressed in drag."
"Shit," said Spider in his natural voice, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I fooled the girls downstairs. I fooled the house mother, even. How come I didn't fool you?"
"Because you didn't wear a jockstrap, cowboy, and you're beginning to show lumps where there should be no bumps."
"Well, I'm in for a night of fun," he said. "I told you I meant to spend a hot night at the Delt house."
"Like fun," said Cheryl. "You've had your thrill, now go."
"Honey child, I brought your necklace."
He picked up a towel someone had left on a chair and began to remove his makeup. Abby sat up in bed so fast that she exposed her breasts.
"We've got the necklace, Cheryl, We've got the Gypsy!" she squealed.
"Don't you believe it," said Cheryl, "Every time we get it, we don't get it. This is another trick."
"No trick." Spider went to the big purse and pulled out the necklace, which glistened and glittered in his hand as he turned it this way and that. The three girls stared at it in awe.
Cheryl still couldn't believe she'd come to the end of her search. "You've probably removed some of the gems."
"No way. It's just like I found it stuffed into that figurine, after Tom gave it to me and before I passed it on to Harold."
He draped it around his heck and began to squirm out of his drag clothes, including the rubber balls he'd used for tits.
"Let's have a beauty contest," he said. "You three gals can parade for me, and I'll pick one of you for a little fun. The winner gets the necklace."
Scotty was completely confused. She just stared as Spider's naked body began to appear. Abby looked from Spider to Cheryl. Cheryl knew she was terrified of Spider with his reputation for kinky sex. It was up to her.
"No fun or games, Spider," said Cheryl. "I've had it up to here with your games. It's our necklace. Why should we have to fuck you for it?"
Spider stood naked now and he did make an erotic sight in his full male maturity with the jewels sparkling around his neck. His good-sized prick jutted up as the sleepy Abby sat there in bed, nude to the waist, unaware.
Spider gave his most ingratiating grin. "On the other hand, why not?" he asked, standing there in proud display. Most college guys, Cheryl knew, would be just a little shy standing naked in front of three hot-eyed coeds. Not Spider Strawn!
Scotty Blair broke the impasse. "Why not?" she cried.
She jumped out of bed, totally naked herself. She grabbed the necklace from Spider's neck and dropped it onto her own. Then, giggling, she began to parade like a model, up and down the room.
"Ah, yes," said Spider. "Yes, indeed."
Scotty had changed the rules by parading with the necklace, but it had its effect. Glittering and gleaming on the bare chest, between Scotty's small but shapely breasts, it turned her into a delicious sight.
Cheryl figured that Scotty was turned on both by the sight of the big fraternity prick and her desire to act aggressive and win back some of the face she'd lost when Cheryl had mastered her in the bathroom.
Spider sprawled in a straight chair.
"Now finish your turn-uh-"
"Scotty," the girl supplied.
"-Scotty," he said. He spread his legs. "Just feel me up so I can get a notion of how good you are in handling cock and then give my mister a quick little kiss."
"You crum, I may vomit," said Cheryl.
But Scotty thought that was great fun, too. She ended her strut with a sexy flip of her hips and knelt before Spider. She took hold of his cock and moved the soft skin over the hard muscles, laughing daringly up into his face. Then she bent it down and sucked it into her mouth with juicy slurp sounds.
"Hah!" Spider almost came off the chair. "Number one has really taken a fast lead." He managed to fondle Scotty's hard nipples before he reluctantly detached her from his cock and tossed the necklace to Cheryl. Scotty fell back, a sex blush down to her shoulders, her pink little cunt gleaming with happy juice and her eyes hot. She didn't understand the game with the necklace, but she was ready for any action.
Cheryl fell in with it. She was more anxious to get her hands on the Gypsy than parade for that crud, Spider, but she did a little strut while she examined the jewels. There were cries of appreciation.
"God, Cheryl, that necklace really makes you sexy," cried Abby.
She didn't think Spider wanted to screw her. Ordinarily, he'd jump at the chance-but here he was alone in the room with three nude females (since she'd removed her robe after the game started) and two of them were strange stuff. Cheryl knew what made boys tick. She was pretty sure that ever since his first flash of the room, Spider had an eye for the luscious Abby. That was all right with her. She felt the jewels around her neck and looked at them. It was the Gypsy all right and none of the jewels were missing. She felt her insides soften. Her cynical and harsh mood began to break up. It looked like everything was going to be solved after all.
She even made a pass at Spider's cock, pulling it for a couple of strokes and sucking the head for a quick instant.
She turned to Abby who reluctantly crawled out of the safety of the covers. "Want to play?"
"I-I-I"
As soon as Abby revealed herself, Spider jumped for the bed. Cheryl was right. She was the best-looking of the three females-but Spider had already fucked her in the Chem Lab the day before and Abby and Scotty were unknown territory. She was safe for a while.
Abby squealed and scrabbled back, trying to protect her naked body from Spider, but he was on top of her in a flash.
"The winner!" he cried.
He turned the girl over and slid on top of her, his cock locked hard and ready while she twisted to save herself. Scotty started forward but Cheryl caught her by the hand.
"HE'S-FU-FUCKING HER!" cried Scotty.
Sure enough, Spider got in Abby's saddle, exposed her cunt and drove his prick up into it. The other two girls could actually see Abby's body twist up at the violation, and Cheryl's cunt went hot, while Scotty gave a series of soft gasps.
"HELP-MEEEEE," wailed Abby.
Scotty stood as if stricken now and Cheryl felt very worldly. Last night she'd seen the exotic sight of a male fucking a female, and it was quite a thrilling sight to see. Scotty never had; most people never had. Cheryl mounted Spider's hips and lifted his head by grabbing two handfuls of long hair. She was aware that her weight helped Spider's fuck as she crushed his ass forward to drive the prick deep in her roommate.
"I can stop him, Abby," said Cheryl calmly. "On the other hand, I can lick your ass while he does it. It might be your only chance for that action in all your life."
She felt in a high good humor now that the Gypsy was back, quite willing to add to the legends of the Delt house.
"OH," said Abby. Then: "OHHHHHHH."
Spider grinned back at Cheryl over his shoulder.
"You mean it, Cheryl?"
"Nothing's too good for my roommate," said Cheryl. "Turn over with Abby on top while I get a wash rag and make sure she's dainty ... "
When Cheryl finished with that small chore, the soft, sexed-up Abby lay on top of Spider's big body while he fucked upwards into her cunt. Cheryl laid down beside them and began to kiss the smooth warm flesh of Abby's buttocks.
"I'm going crazy!" cried Scotty, standing by the bed. "What can I do? What can I do?"
Cheryl felt hotly excited and cool at the same time. This was going to be the kinky trip of all time. Her cunt was wet, her juices flowed and she had that deep inner thrill of delightful, naughty sex. Cheryl spread her own legs.
"What you can do, Scotty, dear," she said, "is eat a little muff. Let's see if your tongue is as clever as you think it is."
With a glad cry the rangy girl hopped on the bed and burrowed her head between Cheryl's soft thighs. Cheryl felt as if she were in heaven. She had control of Scotty just like her mother once controlled that lusty but somewhat inhibited hairdresser. Cheryl drove her tongue deep in Abby's crack and found the girl's ass pucker. She came alive, drilling the sensitive hole as Scotty's tongue slashed against her cunt and clit and the massive thrills started.
The room filled with gasps. Spider felt the tight clutch of Abby's hot-oiled cunt as he fucked in and out of her. Cheryl added to his joy by gently rubbing her finger on his cock as it slid in and out of Abby's vagina. Meanwhile she tongued Abby's asshole, two inches away from the main action.
Abby was the lucky one. Not only did she receive hot, friction-crazing thrusts of a prick eager for her body, but she had her sensitive asshole reamed at the same time. She gurgled, gasped, grunted and brayed. Her nipples dug into Spider's chest, thrilling from the tight pressure. Her belly sucked on Spider's. He kissed her, sucking out her tongue into his mouth and loving her hotly, while Cheryl's tongue rode and rode in hot, digging intensity on her sphincter, inches away from the plunging cock. Cheryl's fingers added to the clit pressure. It was like being caught in the divine vise of all time, every movement of her two lovers whipping and driving Abby to a purple glorious heaven, where her nerves thrilled in extreme ecstasy.
"OH, MY GOD. AH, GOD. OH. EH! UUUUUEEEEE," she chanted, slobbering helplessly and whining at her immolation by these demanding, hot lovers.
Scotty, eating Cheryl's cunt, began to drive the blonde to dizzy heights of pure passion, helped by her closeness to this other fuck, while Scotty joined in the hot action with her own hand riding her own clit. They were a heaving mass of fucking, sucking joy-crazed kids.
There was no way Abby could stand many minutes of this riotous compelling sex. Human flesh and nerves could only stand so much stimulation and with the extra touches this was pure high quality. Abby went crazy, her eyes big, her swollen body jerking in the lashing pleasure of the most massive orgasm of her life.
"AAA-ROOOOO!" she sang and half-fainted as convulsions of ecstatic delight wracked her. Cheryl felt the girl's asshole throb as she came, while Spider felt the fierce glove grip of the expiring cunt. He gave his own whine of extreme pleasure, stiffened, and responded to Abby's incredible orgasm by ejaculating huge bursts of semen deep into her cunt.
"GAAAAWD!" he cried in delirious joy. What fabulous action!
Cheryl, enjoying the weirdest sex scene she'd ever been in or hoped ever to see, wanted more. Abby had pretty much tapered into exhaustion. Spider still tensed and spurted his milk into Abby's defenseless cunt. With her mouth only inches away, Cheryl seized his spurting cock, slid it out of Abby's cunt and into her own mouth, sucking the honey of Abby's juice and drinking off the last of Spider's powerful spurts. Spider howled in glee. Even in the rich glory of his spending release, he realized he'd achieved a legendary spend. How many men, since the world began, fucked off part of a spend deep in a beautiful girl's cunt and the rest of it in the mouth of an even more beautiful x girl. He strained in ultimate joy and spent even after all his liquid was gone, dry-throbbing in utter delight.
Cheryl barely managed to take the last spurts when Scotty's tongue, helped by the wild excitement of the orgy, whipped her to orgasm. She felt an ineffable stillness all through her hot belly and then gave up her sex in rich spasms of orgasm, crying:
"HEA-VENNNNN-LEEEEEEE!"
Down below her, Scotty groaned and whined off her own joy to her hand, bringing up the rear with the fourth orgasm of the action, locking her legs and jerking in sweet pleasure of this incredible sex fury.
Then all the young people fell back, panting and glowing in the after-sex relaxation of the stunning trip they'd just enjoyed.
The phone rang. Abby rolled off Spider to answer it, since it was her phone service. She was still dazed from the crazy sex.
"It's for you," she said, handing the instrument to Cheryl.
If Abby had not been sex-drained and dizzy she might've thought faster and acted differently. But the heavy trip had quite deprived her of her ability to think.
John Wallace, heated to high passion from his fevered imagination, was also not thinking in his normal, careful fashion. Minute by minute, hour by hour that whole day long, he'd been falling deeper and deeper in love with Abby and her incredible urge for ass fucking, which was his urge also. He called her number; he heard her voice. He poured out his passion over the phone without realizing that the receiver had changed hands from Abby to his daughter.
"Abby," he cried. "You've got to come over now, right away. I want more sex with you. Last night was the wildest sex I ever had in my life. I've never fucked an ass like yours. When I screwed you last August, I never dreamed how well we matched. I'm going to marry you! I swear I want you for my wife!"
Cheryl froze, recognizing her father's voice, stunned by the information that came over the wire, remembering his moon-struck actions at lunch that day. Abby! Abby Windsor! Her own father! Oh-my-God!
She screamed her fury and flung the phone from her.
"You vicious bitch!" she screamed at Abby. "That was my father. You fucked him. You had perverted sex with him. He's crazy to marry you. I'll kill you!"
She jerked off the Gypsy and flung it at the redhead and tried to claw her. It was all Scotty and Spider could do to restrain her. Then Cheryl, crying tears of rage, dove for her clothes, yelling:
"I'm going to his motel. I'll kill him and then I'll kill myself. You vile, sex-crazy cruds! You've destroyed all our lives ... "
CHAPTER NINE
Cheryl ran all the way to the motel, because in a small college town like Brighton distances were not very far. She half-cried in her rage and shock to find out that the two people she cared most for in this world, her father, and Abby, had had all this wild, perverted sex behind her back. Her father actually talked about marrying the vile Abby who was only a year older than she, at twenty. Depraved! Demented!
She burst into his suite, raging at him:
"You degenerate pig! You ruined my mother's life with your rotten sex habits. Is that why she had to turn to women to get love? Because you spent all your time fucking young girls in the ass? Now you think you can ruin my life by picking up with Abby. Let me tell you, you vicious old man, that I'll kill you first. I'll kill her, too!"
John listened in rigid shock. He'd had a phone warning from Abby that Cheryl was on her way-but what defense could he prepare against her charges.
"Now, Cheryl, it's nothing like that. Your mother chose her own way. I've never tried to lay any trips on you. It was just unfortunate-"
"That lie about Abby's boyfriend stealing the necklace. You screwed her and gave it to her, didn't you! Went out of your mind for her b-beautiful body. Me-I got cheated out of Vassar and sent to this Midwestern dump to pull your chestnuts out of the fire. Poor idiot me, getting mauled all over campus for your crummy jewels and that cheap, crummy cunt!"
There was a letter-opener sitting on the coffee table in John's living room of the suite. She seized it and tried to stab the shocked, white-faced man. It wasn't the actual danger, he realized, as he struggled with the girl. It was the deep hate, the rejection of him that peeled him down to nothing in his daughter's eyes that hurt. Father and daughter struggled briefly and then he got the letter-opener away from her with only a nick on the wrist that bled a small amount.
"Why didn't you ram it into my heart!" he cried, near tears himself, "Cheryl, you're all I've got. All these years, just the two of us. I loved you deeply, did everything you wanted."
"Yes, you did what I wanted, you crud," she wept, relaxing on the sofa. "As long as it didn't interfere with the degenerate activities of your hot prick."
"It's not like that. You don't understand-"
"I understand this. After .tonight you're not my father. The mighty John Wallace, pillar of Brighton, respected, rich New York jeweler. I'm changing my name. I'm never going to see you again."
"I've stayed away from women to protect you!" he cried. "I dropped one after the other because you didn't like them. I took you to dinner parties, plays, everything, and I never married. So once, just once-I get caught in passion-r"
"Once! I'd like to know how many young daughters of your customers you've managed to plug along the way!"
He gave a roar of rage to leap at her, dragging her up from the sofa to punch her out. She grabbed his wrists with her own fierce rage giving her strength and they swayed in locked tension, each wanting to get free to strike the other.
Something soft and warm plunged between them.
"Oh, no, oh, no, you've got to stop this," said Abby, who'd dressed quickly and followed Cheryl.
Cheryl gave a new scream of rage.
"You-you-ass hound!" cried Cheryl.
She jerked free of John and struck Abby on the jaw. Abby shot back and sat down on the rug with a crash, dazed. The Gypsy, which she wore around her neck, flew up and one side hung on her ear. She looked pathetic sitting on the floor. She wore only a thick robe, Cheryl's cut-off jeans and her boots, all of which she took time to grab up in her distress and desire to stop Cheryl.
The anger, some of it, drained out of Cheryl with that solid, satisfying blow on Abby's jaw. There was even a trace of blood.
"There'll be no more fucking of my father for you, babe," said Cheryl in an easier voice. "No more kinky sex trips for your wild cunt." She swung on her father. "As for you, you'll have to choose between us. If you ever touch her again, even see her, I'm gone forever."
John who'd been too slow to stop Cheryl's blow, just glared at her. Abby rose slowly, glaring back at Cheryl.
"Listen to Miss Respectability! Everybody can see your problem, dear! You want to bed your father. You've lived like man and wife ever since your mother died, only without the sex. What is it? Four years? The longest sex tease in history. He can't go normal because some day, some way he might get in your pants. You-your crazy hang-up. You don't even understand that."
It was Cheryl's turn to go white. She stood very still. "Tell me-about-my-crazy-hang-up."
"Of course you can't have normal orgasms when you're wild to have your father inside of you. Every guy is just a substitute for your father, but you can't face incest. So you have to fantasize about sex with women. That way it's safe. Why didn't you screw him a long time ago and get over it and get on with your life?"
"Abby!" cried John.
"You're just as bad, John. You and your nutty ass leech. It has to be something weird like that to mask your real desires-to plug your sexy daughter. That keeps other women away and absorbs you so much that the truth never seeps in."
Father and daughter stared at each other, back to Abby, then back at each other.
"She's mad!" gasped John.
"Insane-or drunk!" Cheryl said. "I've never had the slightest desire ... "
"Nor I," John agreed.
"Prove it," said Abby coolly. "Take off your clothes and embrace each other. If I'm wrong, we'll all know it."
"That's the craziest-"
"Stupid!" echoed Cheryl.
"PROVE IT!" cried Abby. She got up and sat on the sofa with a demonic grin.
"I don't have to-" began the old man. But Cheryl had already started to remove her clothes with a savage look in her eye.
"Take it off, Dad. Let's put Miss Smartpants in her place."
John grunted and began to whip off his clothes. Cheryl quickly undressed to nudity, blushing, but with her head held high. She stood proudly, naked before her father with a look of superiority. John undressed to his shorts. He also blushed as he raised his eyes to his daughter's long-legged, luscious beauty.
Suddenly Cheryl spun and turned her back to him, hiding most of her charms.
"There. You see, Abby? You're wrong."
"Your father," said' Abby softly, "has a fabulous hard-on."
"I was only-I merely-" gulped John. There was a thick, odd silence in the room. The air seemed close. Cheryl felt things slide around inside of her and change. She felt a tremendous heat in her belly, a tingling in her nipples, a delicious tightening of her thighs and legs in anticipation, A weird, heavenly pleasure started in her toes and moved slowly up her body, making her feel luxuriously sensual. Still she stood there, back to her father, sensing the death of her old safe world and the heady realization of what she really wanted. A thousand images of their years together floated and flashed in her mind-parts of scenes-and always that delirious possibility of incest. A hand brushing. Bodies accidentally bumping. Her blush deepened. Her breathing went short.
John hooked his thumbs in his shorts, stood there a moment, rocking on his heels, then slowly peeled them down. His big cock, darker than the skin of his belly, thrust upward in the furious lock of a hungry hard-on.
"I don't see anybody embracing," said Abby from the sofa. Her voice was low; she watched the two nude figures with deep fascination.
Cheryl turned and walked towards her father.
"I-I-" he stuttered.
She stopped a pace short. He took a pace forward. Cheryl's eyes stared into his as if seeing him for the first time. His agonized eyes darted, then reluctantly settled on hers. Father and daughter stared deeply into each other's souls. Her hand went down to take his cock and press it against the youthful smoothness and flatness of her belly. His arms went behind her to embrace. She slid, he hugged, and they locked. Abby's breathing was as loud as theirs.
He began to flex his loins and move his cock on Cheryl's belly. Her hips began to undulate.
Heads merged. Lips touched. Cheryl uttered a half-sob of desire and relief at not being rejected as his hard, demanding mouth made her lips weaken, as his hot male tongue performed the first body invasion of incest, digging into her mouth. Cheryl felt so sexed up she wanted to jump out of her skin -and stay in it for the incredible thrills that were promised. She sagged against her father, accepting his French kisses with eager sucking of her own, her smooth belly working against his powerful erection. In this shocking, delirious new world of sex, she was hardly aware of Abby and cared not one iota that Abby had opened the door, to Cheryl's loss of ego.
They moved as in slow motion, father and daughter turning toward the sofa, his prick glistening with pre-seminal fluid, Cheryl's cunt gleaming with the hot oils of her deep needs. Abby moved out of their way, caught in the mood, not daring to say a word or utter a sound.
It reminded Abby of an execution and, indeed, they were executing a deep, hidden urge that had blocked the flow of their emotions for years, by its being blocked through social taboos. Cheryl slid on her back, gracefully, eyes closed, legs opening. Father came down in her saddle with the merest sound of a cry that covered the simmering volcano of his feelings. Cock paused before cunt lips. Both father and daughter took hold of the powerful prick to guide it to Cheryl's cunt lips. Then John began to thrust and fuck into his daughter, driving the cock slowly into her body, impaling her.
Cheryl gave a soft, tender cry. "Oh!"
She came at once with his cock only halfway up her vagina, in a light, fluttering orgasm that sent thrills rushing throughout her body. She was so eager for the passion of this fuck that she would've fainted if she had not gotten a little relief at the breaching of her cunt.
Then came the slow, delicious movements of his prick up and down her slick, gripping cunt. They were like two hypnotized persons, both aware of the other's opening sexuality. She sensed that his body contained a boiling, itching flood that he feared would be triggered too soon. He sensed that her deep needs had to be met with continuing rising friction. Everything depended on that hard prick holding its fury while he satisfied her to lift her to her heights before it was released.
At first they barely touched, father holding daughter's firm hips and driving his prick slowly in and out of her cunt while she thrilled. She opened her eyes and looked at him, then around the room, as if not wanting to focus as she experienced this unique fuck.
He could not believe the tightness, the spring of her young cunt. Especially, his flood was threatened by the fierce body heat of her vagina and the rich syrup she exuded to bathe the moving prick. Abby was like this, but older women were not. Despite his daughter's wild charges, he hadn't seduced any other young daughters of his clients.
There was reluctance. This was the kinkiest sex of all, the great social taboo, so both of them still held back some of their passion.
"Beautiful!" breathed Abby.
She stood to one side, undressing. This slow, sensual father-daughter sex turned her on like fury and she had to stop and jog her cunt in empathy. This had to be the master sex of all.
John leaned forward and his left hand cupped his daughter's full, springy right breast. His mouth centered on the other nipple which he sucked between his lips. A thousand times he'd dreamed of those breasts, partly his creation, yet not of him.
"AAAA-UUUUUUU." went Cheryl as she arched up. Her cunt, her belly, her thighs, already burned with white hot flames. The attack lifted her body to such an intensity that she had to come again. It wasn't the heavy, atom-smashing full orgasm that lie ahead. It was a light, fluttering set of satisfying quakes that burned off some of her unmanageable passion.
As John felt the girl's cunt skitter and throb, he had to stop and hold the fierce, aching flood that waited for her inside of him. His cock was crazed in pleasure, every pore soaked with friction joy, baked by her hot, wet cunt. His cock throbbed, but to his relief the quakes were dry-throbs and he held his semen.
To Cheryl it was like a great wheel turning over, the door of a blast-furnace oven rolled aside to release her hot flames of desire.
"OH, FUCK, FUCK, .FUCK. FUCK ME, DAD!" she suddenly cried, and began to buck her loins under him, increasing the tempo. Everything changed in her life as her animal lust crushed her desire for respectability and fear of taboos. She felt like she soared in the universe, with the unmasking of her deepest, most secret urge-to fuck her father.
"DAD, AH, AH, AH. YOUR PRICK IS HEAVEN. FUCK-A BABY IN ME!"
More controlled than his daughter, his own lust more buried, he turned on when he heard his words. To express the final, forbidden act was to open up everything between them. He knew it was impossible to impregnate her, due to the Pill, but she'd told him of her final love, a woman's willingness to grow his seed in her body.
"YOU-HOT LITTLE BITCH-I WANT TO FUCK-YOUR TEETH OFF."
John Wallace broke into a galaxy of obscenities with the final release of inhibitions. He babbled wild, crazy things as he drove his prick hotly in her cunt. Faster, faster, thrills coming faster, shocks of pure heaven-delight, new madnesses burning inside of him ...
Abby, kneeling beside the sofa, jogging herself with an arm around John's shoulders, felt the furious animal passion and heat of the two fucking bodies. She cheered with little cries of ecstasy. She could see the glistening red prick ram and retract, ram and retract, making Cheryl's girl juice bubble with the pressure. She'd never seen a tight girl cunt so swollen and open. Cheryl's sex lips were a deep cherry red.
Furious now, they galloped, gasping, rocking spewing out fragments of sensations-"BELLY- KILLED -HOT -FUCK -DEEPER -GLAZING-OH, AH, YEH, YEH YEH, UH, UH, UH-" They kissed, slobbered, bit and scratched.
Suddenly Cheryl's trim loins stopped moving. She threw her head back and gave a great, wounded cry. Inside of her the spinning universe came to a thrilling halt. Her eyes saw diamond-bright flashes of light. Her belly froze and locked like a steel vise, living rigid marble. Every nerve stilled as her heart pounded, ready for her ultimate orgasm.
"FUUUUUUUKED-CRAZZZEEEEEEE!" she screamed.
Then she began to buck and cum, each spasm a fierce squeeze on her father's prick.
"YAH. HA. OH. HA, HA, HA," she wept in broken, shattering tones as her body gave an exquisite performance of twists and thro magnificent pleasure.
John should've broken at this moment. His control had been too great. It was as if his efforts were so successful that his swollen, locked up cock wouldn't break the seat and empty. He wanted to spend into his beautiful daughter's guts while she came.
Then he felt an incredible sensation, totally new. There was Abby's breath on his crack, her wet tongue digging down. Her tongue reamed his asshole.
He exploded with hardly a freeze. He took a deep breath:
"AAAGGGHHH- GOOOOOONE!" he sang.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
His overworked cock spent fiery gushes of relieving fury, seeding his daughter's cunt, free and openly, as he achieved his darkest desire. The spuming bursts matched Cheryl's continuing massive orgasm.
"AH, OH, AH, AH, AH," she whimpered, dying her sweetest sex death.
"AH-HUH, AH-HUH-AH-HUH-" he gasped, letting his pleasure-maddened balls and cock gush out, as if every organ inside of him were to be forced into Cheryl's body by the furious back-pressure.
Cheryl, completely fucked out, hardly conscious went into her after spasms, rising to tension, throbbing and falling off, back into a velvet, luxurious euphoria.
"OH, DAD, DAD, DAD," she sighed.
He, too, learned that he had reached beyond his normal limits of passion. Even after a long series of liquid explosions, his cock continued to lock and throw, lock and throw, when there was no more to spend, but the pleasure of the sex spasms was as great as if there had been.
At last peace came to the two of them as John collapsed on Cheryl's body, cock still buried in her cunt, awash with their mingled fluids and they enjoyed the ultimate moment of fabulous peace that follows a master fuck. Animal bodies were thoroughly purged and human souls had broken through the last inhibition to expose and conquer the darkest fear and joy of their lives.
Cheryl lay there with her heart singing. For the first time in her entire life she had had an orgasm without having to think of female sex. It had been the premium orgasm of them all-and her strange hang-up was finally overturned. She lay in utter abandon, hugging her father and laughing quietly to herself ...
Later John Wallace slept in the other room, the bedroom, while the two girls sported on the sofa. A magnanimous Cheryl lay back naked, legs wide apart, while Abby sucked her cunt. The hot redhead could not let go of this huge sex scene that she wished had been hers-"but my father just doesn't turn me on like yours does."
Delicately, fingers twined in Cheryl's cunt hairs, Abby worked the smooth skin and sipped John's male nectar from the slippery cunt of her roommate. It was the kick Scotty savored, so Abby had to try it too, and it turned her on, especially since she'd seen John plant his semen in Cheryl's body.
"AH," went Cheryl. "AH, ABBY, SO SWEET -SO DIFFERENT-GIRL PASSION."
"What happens now?" asked Abby, squeezing Cheryl's firm flanks and sucking even deeper.
"I don't know. It's up to him. Me, I love him. He's all the man I ever want. He finished off my hang-up even. Ahhhh, ohhhhh."
Abby forced Cheryl to take up a fucking rhythm as she drove Cheryl's clit with her tongue.
"You'll leave Brighton?"
"I suppose so. Oh, Abby, dear, oh Abby."
Cheryl, who thought that powerful incest-sex with her father had burned her out for the evening, now found that Abby's eager tongue turned her on. She grabbed Abby's head, gasping and began to ride.
"OH, SWEET SEX, ABBY. MY GOD, I LOVE SEX. IT'S BEEN SO WILD HERE. BUT TONIGHT WAS THE PEAK OF IT ALL. OH, ABBY, ABBY, DEAR ABBY. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME DEEEEEEEPLY!"
CHAPTER TEN
It wasn't that New York was different to Cheryl. Downtown there was the same sharp bustle and hurry, abruptness and intellectuality that she associated with the greatest city in the world. There were the same contrasts of dirt and luxury, high prices and city accents, the same sense of being where important things happened as against the narrow Midwestern academic world of Brighton.
She was different. Her father was different. In their big, comfortable home on Long Island she had somehow become mistress of the house. There were no servants. These days you contracted for cleaning and the rest from outside small firms. She realized with a slight pang that she was no longer the child. She was more like her father's wife.
John bustled happily as he rejoined his firm with the cloud that hung over him regarding the Gypsy removed. She cooked for him and herself and took care of things. That left a lot of time to see her friends, mostly girl friends, during the day. She took no dates.
Evenings she was either in the city with John or home with him and TV, or alone, as he did his own social business visiting. For three weeks she immersed herself in the cosmopolitan color of New York-plays, nightclubs, restaurants. It was delightful in contrast to Brighton with its White Fountain eatery and the Student Union.
Yet it was all so different! Cheryl felt like a Martian, programmed to understand the local lifestyle, but no longer part of it. The sex with her father made the difference, of course.
At first there was no sex. After the wild night at John's motel when Abby pushed them together, John and Cheryl were shy with one another. A kiss on the cheek, a touch of fingertips was all they could stand. It was the natural drawing back that most people go through when they've taken a giant step against a taboo. Fears and doubts held the fort. Still, Cheryl sensed a rising current of something else underneath. It broke out after they'd been home about a week.
That was a Saturday afternoon, and they planned a big evening in town-a dinner, a show, maybe a night club. It was the first time John spoke of their future.
"I think we'll move to France," he told her. "I could get a job in Paris and we can get one of those apartments at the top of some building where you can look out over all the city. People look on love and sex differently there. You and I could pass for an older man and his younger wife. Physically, we don't look that much alike ... What do you think?"
"Oh, Daddy, that would be fabulous," she said. The idea stirred her deeply as a romantic solution.
"Maybe you'll soon want a younger man," he said
"Never!" she insisted. "The Egyptians- Cleopatra-they had brothers and sisters marry. There's lots of incest in modern times, too. A small percentage of people love their own family's flesh. We belong to that minority."
"Can you be sure?"
"None of the boys I've-been with-turn me on like you do." She hadn't told him about her former hang-up and never would. She loved her father deeply and dearly, physically and otherwise. Only with him had she reached normal orgasm and cast off the lesbian thing. How silly it seemed to her now, looking back on that time she thought she was a dyke. She hadn't the slightest interest in any more girl sex. Abby had set them both right on that. Her father had told her gleefully that he'd lost all interest in anal sex and hadn't made the slightest move in that direction. She felt grateful-it was a most disgusting perversion.
Cheryl went to take her shower, filled with dreams about her strange new life-traveling to live in Paris. It would be fabulous. As she scrubbed she thought about Harold Lissac, the displaced Parisian, in Brighton. What a laugh he'd been. He surely belonged in Brighton, not Paris, and she-
Her father came into the shower. He was naked and had a fierce hard-on. She cringed back for a moment in shock, and then her belly thrilled and her cunt went wet. They kissed and fondled hotly in the shower and he fucked her on the bathroom floor in their desperate need to make love. She had a fabulous orgasm and so did he. They dried off, moved to her bed, and kissed and stroked each other up to a second sex fury. The years of desire had built a bank of erotic desire between them that seemed unending in its surplus.
That was Cheryl's best time since returning from Brighton. They had a dreamy, romantic evening in the city and she knew their new relationship was forever. In the cosmopolitan surroundings it didn't seem odd at all, and she had no interest in the young guys who stared at her hungrily and curled their lips at her old companion. If they only knew!
She spent the rest of that night in her father's bed as they made it twice more ... The next week did not go as well. Thanksgiving was coming up and there were increased social obligations. The Paris dream intrigued her, but somehow they once again refrained from sex for several days. The next time she was the aggressor, slipping into John's bedroom in a filmy night dress that enhanced her charms by showing them only partially. That night they experimented with oral sex and she had six orgasms while draining her father of three. On the last one, his prick looked red and there wasn't much semen. Still it was fabulous to have a permanent lover so you could waste time on a complete evening of oral sex.
Still, she did not sleep with her father. Each went to a separate bedroom, and that night, tossing, Cheryl felt a growing sense of unfulfillment. That shouldn't be, because her hang-up was cured.
Abby Windsor showed up the next day.
"Decided to spend the holiday with you folks," said the redhead brightly; "Things are dull in Brighton and my folks had a dreary thing in North Dakota with assorted uncles and aunts."
Cheryl gave a shriek of delight and hugged her Brighton roommate.
That long week-end was really fabulous. Cheryl showed Abby New York, which the girl hardly knew, and they were constant companions. John didn't seem to mind; he was busy with his own affairs. Cheryl told Abby about their plans for Paris.
"Great," said Abby, without enthusiasm. "Maybe you'd better wait a while, though before all that commitment."
"Nonsense. You showed us both how it was. How important we are to each other, John and I."
"Today's love is tomorrow's forgotten greeting card," said Abby, rather cynically, Cheryl thought.
Cheryl caught on that Sunday afternoon. The girls had had no sex, though Abby got increasingly seductive towards her. Abby could only seduce passively-she could not initiate. That afternoon Abby moved about Cheryl's room naked, almost wanton, as the two girls tried on clothes. At one point Cheryl found herself staring at Abby's ass and thinking about what had happened between Abby and her father.
Abby's ass was truly great. She was a bit more voluptuous than Cheryl. in that department. Her hips and pelvic cage were wider than Cheryl's, yet gracefully curved. Her buttocks were perfect half moons, lush, springy, yet firm. The creases under each cheek made perfect smiles and her crack was pencil slim. Her two dimples above each buttock looked very erotic and the creamy flesh moved with a jiggle that was still taut.
She wants to have me, so I won't complain if she moves on to John for an assfuck, Cheryl suddenly-realized with alarm. Her backside leech is raging again. After that she felt a little sick and very-excited.
Evening. Abby had gone to her room early, complaining that she thought her period was coming, A perfect excuse to seek anal sex, thought Cheryl. After dinner, while John puttered about in his bedroom, Cheryl put on her sheerest panties. They were hardly more than a film of delicate cloth, revealing her blonde cunt hairs and, in the back, her own firm mounds and bold buttocks. Standing backwards to her mirror, Cheryl peered' over her shoulder as she tensed and swayed her bottom. Not wider than Abby's but deeper, more sexy, she thought. She felt a tingle in her cunt and kneaded her naked breasts until she moaned. Her cunt began to wet, and her breath became shorter. She threw on a robe and went otherwise naked, except for her panties, to her father's bedroom.
John had on only his shorts. There was nothing planned for the evening and he was about to take a leisurely shower. He stared at her in surprise.
"I think the time is now," she said in a low tense voice, eyes downcast.
"Cheryl, I-I don't understand."
But of course he did. It had been destined from the first that he would someday ravage his daughter's asshole. In the beginning his interest in anal penetration might have been a mask over-and a diversion from-the worse perversion of incest. Yet the anal leech excited him and it was not to be put aside.
Cheryl let the robe fall from her body and lifted her arms so that he could see her frontal charms. Then she turned, slowly, deliberately to expose her luscious, deep-cheeked rear. She held that position.
She heard his voice. "I-I couldn't, Cher."
Cheryl also detected the thickness and knew even with her back to him that his cock had begun to rise in his shorts.
"Abby's here. Abby also has anal attitudes. To protect me, you'd do her, all the time wanting the-ultimate-from me."
She put her hands on the low bureau and bent over slightly.
"Oh ... my God," he went.
"I have three passages that will admit a prick," she said evenly. "You've only known two."
Her voice might be calm, but she wasn't. Her heart thudded in her chest. She was scared, and was also highly excited. None of the boys she'd had sex with had been interested in back-door banging.
He came up behind her. He ran his hands down her smooth, young body from the front, over her hard nipples, making her gasp a little. He felt the front of her thighs, gently rubbing her cunt in the sheer panties.
"OH, BABY, YOU ARE SO BUILT!" he enthused. She knew he was naked now and hard. His prick gently touched her back, higher up.
She knew she could still turn it into normal sex, or even oral. That would be safe. Anal penetration was a tremendous risk. If she couldn't handle it, there'd be a gulf between them, no matter how hard he tried to give it up. Sexual desires prevailed against all attempts to control.
"YOU WANT TO FUCK MY A-A-ASS," she said, her voice breaking a little. "I WANT YOU TO DO IT. YOU HAVE TO DO IT, SOONER OR LATER."
"Oh, Cheryl!"
He hugged her from behind, honoring her courage. She felt only the size and rigidity of his cock. It was going to be sheer murder. He breathed deeply as he played with her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh and working them, enjoying the warm fullness under the skimpy panties. Fingers pressed into her crack. Fingers dug into her seam and felt her pucker. She had to jump as the protective nerves, alerted to what was about to happen, gave supersensitive responses.
He was into it now, and already it was too late to turn back. He ran his stiff cock between her deep buttocks and murmured in his joy.
"GORGEOUS ASS. BREATH-TAKING."
He slipped her panties down. His hands trembled. He sounded in awe as he stared at her naked behind.
"OH, CHERYLLLL."
She heard the slight, greasy sound as he prepared his cock with Vaseline from the dresser. He put a gob on her opening; it felt cold. Then his cock head nudged her ass-pucker. She was seconds away from anal violation. She wanted to scream in fear and she wanted him to drive it into her, as her lust rose.
He reached over her hip and began to frig her cunt, preparing her. There was no sound in the room but the slight slogging swish of his finger on her clit. Her cunt oils rose freely and she felt deep belly rushes of delight clear down into her legs. Her whole body ached with apprehension, facing this fearful form of sex. Her teeth chattered a little, while she had a hard time swallowing. It was the most vulgar use of a woman's body by a prick that she could imagine. Yet she was excited and would not stop if it killed her. She was his daughter-maybe she, too, had an anal side to her.
Then he bent her down and gently opened her buttocks. She began to feel the fierce pressure of his hungry cock head on her sealed sphincter. She tried to command it to open, to ease his entrance. Instead, another part of her ordered it to lock tighter. She did not want that pink, tender gut opened to the outside world, to cock.
She had though he would stretch her asshole first with his fingers. She quickly realized she'd underestimated his lust for pure ass. His hands tightened on the front of her thighs. Held in a vise, she could not move as he bunted her asshole with his cock, warming the Vaseline, driving it inward. The pain grew and grew and grew.
"AH-HAAAA," she wailed as the cock head slowly opened her thick ass muscle. It felt like his cock was six inches thick and she couldn't possibly stretch wide enough. He grunted in rising animal passion and drove harder. She screamed as both of them felt the dominating cock sliiiiiide heavily through the muscle tissue. It was worse than losing her maidenhead. She went faint and dizzy with the pain of it and the ugly feeling of an unwelcome intruder into this most private and secret recess of her body.
"AH, AH, AH," she went.
She jerked now as the implacable prick bit into her soft flesh, fully breaking her seal and invading tender parts.
"S-S-STEADY, BABY."
He was into the red haze of his animal lust. Ass fucking for him was a more serious, dangerous form of sex, exposing his cock to an unhealthy condition, yet winning rewards in the soft, yet less yielding tunnel not made for cock. The pressure of her sphincter as he passed through it was exquisite, an incredible tightness offering tough resistance, arid yet finally to be conquered. Every cornhole was a virgin fuck against that resistance. Her tunnel walls gripped his cock tightly and he thrilled and dry-throbbed at the intense pressure, like fucking soft, wet velvet.
He transferred a hand to her flat belly, enjoying the hard tension of her abdominal muscles locked against that powerful, sure invader that drove steadily upward into her vital, living parts. He'd violated more assholes than he ever admitted to the world and instantly knew that his daughter's was the finest. It was tight silken, supple. Her deep buttocks clenched and eased lusciously against his thighs. More than any part, they revealed her female helplessness against the dominating prick. He could even feel the jerk and quiver of the nerve net far inside her buttocks as she felt every inch of his hard cock opening her up.
"AH, DAD. OH, NOT GOOOOOD," she whispered.
She tried all she could to accept this sex, but the pain was fierce and her knees trembled in weakness at this harsh violation. Instead of easing and soothing her, he gripped her harder and, as she gave a muted scream, he fucked his cock tight and deep to its limit up her bowels. She felt the cock palpitating inside of her. It was as if he'd penetrated the very center of her being, pink, quivering and tender, and lay his whole personality and ego on top of her.
"Better-later-" he gasped. "No closeness-like this."
Then he retracted and she thrilled with a sudden sexy rush. She had to lock her sphincter against that exciting downward sensation. That was a natural body function, to expel, and it was delightful.
He fucked into her again. It hurt, but not so much. Out again. Another rush of sexuality. He started a rhythm; her sphincter loosened and now the plunging cock felt only vaguely unpleasant on its inward trip and deliciously sexy on its outward pull.
"AH, AH, IT'S BETTER-WEIRD-KIND OF SEXY," she gulped.
He lifted her off the bureau and to the floor with surprising strength. She was on her hands and knees, the cock driving into her ass in faster and faster action, bringing her thrills.
"AH, UH," she went.
She realized that he had somehow got a hand on her clit, inside of her cunt, and now it was almost as good as a fuck, with her pink ass tissues heated and massaged by his driving cock. He was out of his mind with pleasure, gasping and cooing and fucking.
"OH, WHAT AN ASS. SO TIIIIGHT. SEXY, HOT. BODY-HOT, DEEP IN YOU FUCK-FUCKING-TAKING YOUR ASS-ALL THE WAY-"
"FUCK ME. FUCK MY ASS HARDER!" she cried.
She tried to reach the glorious taken feeling of a master fuck. Instead her pleasure began to fall off. She sensed he had risen to orgasm. She realized her hot, slick hole had sensitized his cock and his belly to where he jerked and lost pace and moaned in extreme pleasure. He was about to seed her behind to his depth with a crazy, wonderful orgasm for him.
Not for her! She'd lose out. She wouldn't be able to cum. She imagined Abby in the same situation whining like a taken bitch and gushing with fury. She gave a sob. There was only one answer. Back to the security blanket she'd always used. As she felt her father glazed to bursting delight from the sweet friction of her asshole, she fantasized sucking Abby's cunt, soft female loins thrashing, velvet girl flesh quivering. She gave a moan of dismay-
"AAAHHH, GOD!" exulted John.
He clutched her. Immediately she felt his first gush of sperm, laid deep up her gut. Her own belly seemed to explode in her contrived fantasy and she wailed:
"I'M FUUUUCKED!'"
She began her throbs, locking and unlocking her sphincter on his prick as she came, sobbing out her pleasure even as something inside of her fell away in disappointment. He held her tightly and made her take his relieving spurts over and over as he grunted, gasped and muttered in joy. She faded under him, sliding to the floor under his weight, her ass fully taken but her hang-up back in swaggering power over her. As she wept softly, John thought it was her-relief from the tension of this most important sex encounter in their relationship.
"I can train your behind," he whispered to the sobbing girl. "In a few weeks, it'll feel as good as a fuck, and not hurt much, either. Oh, we'll have luscious times ... "
"Back to Brighton?" asked Cheryl in astonishment. It was Monday morning and John had gone to work while the two girls enjoyed a lazy, late breakfast. Cheryl felt bleak. Her rear end ached this morning from last night's exercise. It was a cinch she didn't have an ass leech. It would be a week before she wanted any more prick back there, no matter how much she loved a man.
"Back to Brighton," said Abby. "Why not? We can catch a noon plane .and be at the Delt house for dinner tonight."
"Abby, Dad and I are going to move to Paris."
"Cheryl, dear, don't you know that incest is flash in the pan when other sex is available? A rush, like a roller coaster ride-then poof! All over. A few weeks, a couple of months, that's it. My psychology book says that it's the easiest neurosis to cure. Everybody dwells on how bad it is. Nobody dwells on how hard it is to keep going once the bloom's off the rose."
"Well, I-I-"
"You think about it. I want to call your father. I'll bet three to one that he's already sorry he promised Paris and all that. You both had your kicks-now back to real life."
"You're a shallow, stupid person, Abby!" cried Cheryl. "You're also bossy, telling everybody what to do. You suck!" She burst into tears and rushed from the room. Abby Windsor was surely a sex degenerate who moved through the heaviest romance without a smidgen of feeling ...
But Cheryl was packed by noon ...
On the plane ride back, Abby dozed contentedly beside her blonde partner and surveyed the past with satisfaction. Cheryl and John Wallace were really in a stuck position. First they couldn't ease their sex desires by action, and when they did they couldn't move on. All they needed was a little shove in the right direction.
"You may be right, Abby," John had told her on the phone. "I can't keep up with a hot-blooded young woman at my age. Every time things happened between us I was too worn out to enjoy life for several days. Maybe Cheryl and I should postpone Paris for a while,"
"I'd recommend it."
"Let me talk to Cheryl."
Father and daughter talked, and there were a few tears and endless promises, but Abby knew her trip to New York had been wise. Except there'd been no sex for her.
On Tuesday night after dinner Spider Strawn drew aside his roommate, Tom Talbot and the freshman, Harold Lissac. They were at the Sig house.
"Okay, you guys. All semester you promised to jack off for me. Tonight has to be the night."
They knew what he was after. At the beginning of the term, the Chem Lab had received some new equipment to be used in conjunction with the Biology Department in pre-medical studies. It was a new kit for analyzing the strength of male sperm. Spider needed to make the tests for a term paper he owed Professor Foster. Week after week they'd promised to jack off into a contraceptive rubber for him and week after week they just didn't get around to it. Once again, embarrassed, they promised to do it for him and hand it over tomorrow.
"Huh-uh," said Spider. "I've heard that promise too often. I got only two days left; it's past midterm. We do it tonight. We do it now, in our room."
He herded them upstairs where he closed and locked the door and then tossed two rubbers out, one to each. Tom and Harold sat there stiff in embarrassment, far apart, each on a different bed.
"What's wrong with you guys?" asked Spider. "In high school you must've gone to jackoff parties where a bunch of guys did it to see how far they could toss. Every kid in America has done that in high school. I did it in junior high."
"Oh, sure, but that's kid stuff," protested Tom. "We're older now, and it lacks class,"
"Especially if we do it here," said Harold. "I couldn't stand to be watched. If I could go to my room."
"No going to rooms," said Spider, "We do it now-here-with no more excuses. I aim to get an 'A' in Chem. I have to drag down 'A's" to get the bonus money on my job. Start jacking ... "
"You gotta at least do it, too," said Tom sullenly.
Spider grinned at him, took down his zipper, brought out his cock, and had it hard in seconds. Spider, the exhibitionist, had no trouble in getting it out and off at the slightest excuse, in public or private, day or night, fuck, suck, or jack-off. He was a natural animal.
Tom and Harold had less luck. Blushing and fumbling they tried but they stayed soft. Tom couldn't even get enough of a stander to put on the condom.
"Come on, you apes," begged Spider. "It should take two minutes or less. Think dirty. Talk dirty. Do you want some pictures of naked girls?"
"No!" said Harold. "It's-well, it's too cold in here. At least you could close that window."
Spider went over and slammed down the window.
"Somebody outside might see," Tom protested.
"Not unless they climb that tree outside. I can't think of a body on campus who'd give a red damn if three guys stood around in a room jacking off anyway."
"Well, don't look," said Tom, shame-faced.
"Tell you what," said Spider. "I'll turn out the lights. I'll even do more than that. I'll do imitations of some of the top campus cuties." He shot his hand out and turned off the lights, leaving them totally in the dark. "I'll pretend I'm, say, that hot blonde, Cheryl Wallace, or the sexy redhead, Abby Windsor. Maybe that'll help."
The two began to get in the spirit of the thing with the lights out. It was a crazy kind of Spider sex caper. They began to laugh and joke and told Spider they were coming along fine.
"Except the damned rubber cuts the feeling," said Tom.
"So peel off the rubber, you klutz," said Spider. "Put it on just before you shoot."
Male grunts and laughs in the darkness. Spider started out his imitation of girl voices in a shaky falsetto and that was kicks.
"OH, HAROLD, YOU'RE FUCKING ME. OH, I'M SO HOT. YOU'RE PRICK'S WOUNDING ME ... " Another voice: "TOM, I CAN'T STAAAAAAND IT, IT FEELS SO GOOD."
He got better and better at the imitations. It was, thought Harold, the power of rising sex. That crazy Spider was something else again, the way he could warm up to those imitations. A guy would swear the soft-voiced Abby or the honey-toned Cheryl were right here in the room.
"You guys getting there?" asked Spider after a while, natural-voiced.
"Close," muttered Tom.
"Going right-ah-up," gasped Harold.
"Chug it," said Spider. "Ahhhh, I'm getting there myself. Oh, Cheryl, honey, I'm fuuuucking you deep. Ah, ah. Bet I beat both of you guys. How about a cold six-pack bet."
"You're on," grunted Tom. "I-I-almost th-there."
"Smaller cock," laughed Harold, "faster a-a-a-a-action. Too late you guys, I-uh-ohhhhh, I win!"
The lights flashed on. Tom stared in horror. Harold gave a scream. Standing before them in too, too solid flesh were not one, not two, but three fully dressed females. Cheryl Wallace, Abby Windsor and another Delt girl. Grinning at them. Hooting as the two masturbators tried to hold back.
"Go, tiger!"
"Spurt that goal!"
"Blitz, fellas, blitz!"
To make it worse, Spider stood there, zipper closed, his cock not even exposed, as he smiled benignly down on them, the two taken Sigs jogging on their cocks and staring in horror as if their parents had just walked into the room.
Harold gave a screech of agony, but it was too late to stop. His cock might be smallish, but his back-pressure was fantastic. Greasy and graceful loops of jissum shot lazily through the air to fall on Cheryl's knees and boots. Tom fell back, his cock shooting straight up in the air. Abby stepped quickly forward, held her hands like a tent over the spuming cock and deflected the rich, liquid explosions back downward into his lap to create a soaking pool of shame.
"AHHH, NOOOO," wailed Harold.
"SHEEEEEIT," cried Tom.
"Welcome, lads," grinned Spider, "to the sexy homecoming of Cheryl Wallace. This is an orgy night that will live forever in the annals of Sigma Nu Sigma!" ...
The girls explained they'd sneaked in via the same tree route' that Cheryl had once used. They got busy with tissues to clean up the mess, but it was quickly apparent that there would be no orgy tonight. Tom was so mad that he took a swing at Spider, who ducked. Harold insisted he had to go to his room.
"With Abby and Cheryl, okay, a big joke. I know them. But-in front of a girl I haven't even been introduced to ... "
He referred to Scotty Blair, who'd come along, intrigued by the description of Spider's set of vibrators.
Cheryl saved the day. "Okay, Tom, Harold. Spider tricked you. Hid us in the closet and made you gush. So we'll turn the trick on him. Come on, girls, let's mob Spider and see what kind of stuff he's got inside."
The three girls jumped Spider, who went down in a heap, protesting.
"NO, DAMN IT, NO. I WANT TO SAVE IT."
He might've successfully resisted the three girls. There was no way he could save his cock when Tom and Harold helped. Off came his pants, out came his cock. Five hands snatched at it.
"One at a time," giggled Abby. "We'll all take turns. He might have to cum in one of the guys' hands, instead of one of the girls', the sex creep."
Cheers, scuffles, grunts and loud groans emanated from Spider, "You, you guys, no. You could turn me gay. Don't-touch me-."
But Cheryl was pretty sure that deep down Spider didn't give a damn how he got it off. He busied himself tearing down the girls' clothes, which made it even more exciting. It was the kinky-minded Abby who settled the manner of Spider's eventual orgasm. As his big cock got red and his eyes began to start from his head and he grunted in the extreme of pleasure, she cried.
"I want it in my hair. I want his jissum splashing in my hair."
She flung loose her glorious spread of rich red hair and quickly buried the straining prick in the soft mass of it, creating a tunnel in the gleaming cascade.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHHH," sobbed Spider, who'd never felt such a weird, lovely sensation. His prick began to buck, spurting thick gouts of semen into Abby's hair as she held it and stroked him to completion. The others stared in admiration at this ultimate tribute of male cock to female secondary sex characteristic. Spider's energetic cock left her hair half-sopping with warm and smelly sperm.
A pounding on the door. Mr. Skelton the house monitor was there, about to end the orgy before it began. By the time the boys admitted him there was a girl under each bed and one in the closet.
"There are women in here," said Mr. Skelton. "I want them to show. I want them out. I distinctly heard voices."
Spider used his high falsetto, having had recent practice, "There are thousands of us here, Mr. Skelton."
Skelton glared at him. Then the monitor pointed to a smallish girl boot that belonged to Scotty.
"I suppose that isn't an article of female wear?"
Harold stepped forward. "In Paris," he said coldly, "we don't go for the crude, ugly boots of you crass Americans. A man's boot is made for comfort. My mother sent these-I don't want 'em insulted."
He jerked off his shoe and easily slid his smaller leg inside Scotty's boot. He glared at Skelton in triumph.
Skelton grunted and walked to the closet door. He jerked it open.
"I can see a woman in there, way back in," Spider and Harold stared at each other helplessly. This time old Skelton had them.
Miraculously, Tom Talbot, not noted for speedy metal agility, came alive with a flash of genius, that occasional plunge into brilliance of which many-humans are capable.
"Aha, you bastard!" he screeched at Spider. He jumped to his feet, pointing a shaking finger at his roommate, actuality turning red. "You stole my rubber sex doll. You inflated her. I paid forty-bucks for that frigging plastic beauty and she had real wig-hair! You stole her!"
Mr. Skelton froze.' Mr. Skelton slammed the closet door. He moved to the outside door with unseemly haste.
"Well, dammit, boys, cut out the racket," he said. The door slammed. He was gone.
Cheryl emerged from her hiding place to find Spider, Tom and Harold expiring in mad laughter.
"I don't understand. Why did he beat it when you talked about rubber sex dolls?"
"Be-because-he has one - uses one-" gasped Spider. "He thinks nobody knows. It's the biggest non-secret in the Sig house!"
It took the Sigs quite a while to come down off that one.
The orgy started slowly as the young people quieted down for the real action. Cheryl let Spider ease her down on his bed and they began to kiss. Tom and Harold made a love sandwich of Abby, one pressing her from the front, one from the rear as they teased her to remove the last of her clothes. Scotty stayed happy for the moment, trying out Spider's set of vibrators that she could feel very well through bikini panties.
"Baby, I want you," murmured Spider to Cheryl, slipping out of his shorts. In not quite a half-hour he was hard and ready again. Naked, he snuggled to her.
Cheryl said: "You gave me a horrible time with the Gypsy. Why don't you try the new girl?"
"Maybe later. You're number one, honey."
He went for Cheryl's panties and she let him because she detected real feeling in his voice. Spider Strawn, she realized happily, was involved in his last orgy for a while, because he really dug her. She knew they'd be one-to-one after tonight. The best lover, she decided, was the man who'd done it all, because he wasn't looking for new kicks, for trick stuff he hadn't tried yet. She let him kiss and fondle her until a delicious warmth possessed her cunt and belly and she got randy. The others fooled around. In their shyness they let she and Spider take the lead.
Cheryl felt like an absolute queen as her cunt flowed, her tits glowed and her whole body began to thrill. At last she mounted Spider's belly.
"The buck starts here," she said.
She lifted up, took Spider's hard, ready prick and slid it into her cunt. All she had to do was give it a start inside her cunt lips. Spider, hot-eyed and boiling, thrust deeply into her so she had to grunt.
"OH, I'M F-FUCKED."
"BABY," he gasped.
She groaned at the warmth and hot good feeling of the invading cock as she became aware that the others watched, big-eyed.
"Tom, come here," Cheryl ordered.
It was an act of kindness because she knew Tom also dug her the most and was put out that Spider, the bolder, had captured her, though Tom had been first to have sex with her, Cheryl made Tom kneel at the head of the bed, facing her, beyond Spider's head. She leaned forward, keeping Spider's prick inside. Now she could reach Tom's cock, as hard and as big as Spider's, and feed it into her mouth. As Spider fucked up into her she sucked Tom's prick.
"Hey, you've used up two men," complained Abby.
"It's my homecoming," laughed Cheryl. Who needed Vassar-an all girls' school? Brighton was her future, like her father before her.
He was all right, back in New York. He'd sold the Gypsy to Abby's father, for Abby's mother, as originally planned and did fine on his job. He told her in a couple of phone calls he'd begun to date a woman more his own age. Before they'd settled the tension between them he couldn't do that. She'd see him on his frequent trips to Brighton. She might have sex with him or she might not. That was the greatest freedom-the ability to say "maybe" instead of "never!" or "every time!" She surely wouldn't let him sodomize her behind any more. She had no desire for that. If, on his trips here, he got his cock into Abby's tail that was their business. She wouldn't ask, she wouldn't know, she wouldn't think about it. No, Brighton was her home for the next four years and she didn't mind giving up Paris, thanks to Abby's timely interference. She owed her roommate so much!
She also owed a lot to Brighton University. Thank heavens, she hadn't dropped out, so by hard studying in the next few weeks she could continue her freshman year and pass all her subjects : ... But tonight was homecoming!
Tonight Cheryl was careful with her erotic arrangements. Always before she'd ripped recklessly through sex, on the defensive, fucked and sucked because she had to get that necklace. This was for love, for Spider, Tom and Harold, for her lustful youth and high spirits. She relished the taste of Tom's cock meat in her mouth and the way his belly quivered in good feeling as he looked down to see and feel his cock softly fucking into her mouth. His pleasure rose higher as he could also see Spider fuck her and feel the delicate response movements of her body.
Tom put one hand on her smooth shoulder and used the other to knead her breast. He let her take over. He was happy in sex heaven.
"OH, MY COCK," he said. "YOU'RE SUCKING-SUCKING ... "
It was marvelously easy and rewarding if she kept control and set the rhythm. At first Spider looked daggers at her when she called Tom to join them. He wanted her all to himself. Well, it wouldn't hurt Mr. Smarts to let her take the lead for once. Very quickly Spider forgave her and began to enjoy the extra action. He felt his cock slide in and out of Cheryl's cunt in exquisite friction, while he pleased himself and her by kneading her free breast. He could look up to see the luscious cock suck inches above his head. If Spider's sex heaven was to be completely surrounded by a beautiful fucking and sucking young coed, he'd reached the pinnacle.
"OH, CHERYL-THE FUCK OF ALL TIME," he enthused.
Her body thrilled exquisitely. By sitting on Spider's prick, she had all the advantages of woman-on-top. With a slight shift of her loins she could change the angle while he could control the fuck from below. Her body shook with the luxurious suffusion of honey pleasure. She felt open, involved from her ankle to the top of her head with lustful sex. She was wrapped in outrageous prick slavery; yet she kept just enough of her senses to continue the steady, demanding suck on Tom's big prick.
"I-LOVE YOU ALL," she gasped happily, breaking her seal on Tom's cock for a moment.
Meanwhile Abby made do with what was left to her. She got on the same bed as Cheryl and Spider and faced toward the foot of the bed, on her hands and knees, dog-fashion. She placed Scotty at her head and Harold at her crotch. She began to suck Scotty, directing Harold's prick with her hand. Cheryl noticed that Abby's hair still reeked of Spider's jissum, adding an exciting sex aroma to the air they all breathed.
As Abby started her action close beside them, faced the other way, Cheryl thrilled and twisted in joy, titillated by the action of the nude bodies so near.
Scotty with her legs spread wide for Abby's cunt suck cried:
"Oh, God. A Brighton orgy. Nothing like this in Colorado!"
"You'll forget all about vibrators," laughed Abby between sucks on the young girl's cunt.
Abby grunted and groaned in full pleasure. Cheryl thought the Chicago redhead was the fastest cunt she'd ever met, the way the impulsive girl soared right to high joy so rapidly.
"AAGGHHH! HER ASS," Tom marveled, as he looked at the setup next to them.
"What?" called Spider.
Cheryl stopped sucking Tom long enough to look, meanwhile keeping him hot with gentle jack-off motions, her hand relishing the soft feel of her saliva on his hard prick. What she saw gave her another erotic rush.
"Oh, Abby," she moaned, "you're disgusting."
"HAROLD'S FUCKING INTO HER ASSHOLE," said Torn, who could see best of all. "RIGHT UP IN HER ASS. GOD, THAT'S CRAZY. HIS PRICK'S PUSHING RIGHT UP HER HOLE. I'M GOING TO CUM!"
"ABBBEEEEE," wailed Scotty as she thrust her cunt faster on Abby's face. "Is Harold really gonging in your behind?"
"MMMMMM," answered Abby happily. Her face was completely smeared by young Scotty's love milk. She shivered as she took Harold's luscious cornhole, deliciously impaled by his prick.
Harold was smaller. Harold was an easier ass fuck. She knew Spider and Tom wouldn't do it. Most of the Brighton boys wouldn't. That was all right. There'd always be a Harold to find, and she suspected that there'd also be Cheryl's father on occasion, if the two of them were careful. She'd avoid offending Cheryl and they could continue as roommates and girl lovers in between male romances.
Even Harold had gained in sophistication in the past few weeks. Right now he stalked-Scotty Blair. His heavy sex with his patroness, Lisbeth Foster, since that night Cheryl and he had invaded the Professor's home, required it.
"You've got to find a girl for my husband," said Lisbeth. "Then we can get together whenever we want."
Harold loved the mother-type sex with the older woman, who had such a voluptuous body.
"The Delts," he said. "They're mostly sex fiends."
"Get on it," she said.
So the long-legged Colorado girl would satisfy Richardson Foster, and Abby controlled her. All Harold had to do was please Abby and Abby would manage the rest. He didn't know if he liked ass fucking or not, but he was sure going to try to please Abby!
Spider, from his position beneath Cheryl, had to investigate. He let go of Cheryl's breast and felt in Abby's crotch, easy to do since she'd lifted her loins to the salaam position for Harold's benefit.
"S'God's truth," he marveled. "Cunt's empty."
He plunged two fingers up Abby's steaming, empty cunt.
"YORRRRRR," went Abby, jerking in crazed pleasure at experiencing this new pleasure. All her body entrances moved in sex. She nibbled more forcefully at Scotty's pink cunt tissues.
"I hope you don't dig ass fucking," Cheryl whispered in Spider's ear.
"Not for myself, but it has kicks to watch them," he whispered back.
Driven wild by Abby's hotter cunt suck, Scotty reached over and felt Spider's cock plunging up and down in Cheryl's cunt. Both Spider and Cheryl yammered at this extra stimulation, cooing.
The inquisitive Scotty wet her hand on the .fuck juice and then brashly felt for Cheryl's asshole, stirred by Abby's anal sex. Cheryl almost came off the bed as a stiff girl finger violated her sphincter and Scotty felt around inside of Cheryl's gut.
"Does that feel good, Cheryl?" Scotty asked. "Is that good?"
Cheryl wanted to answer but could not. She'd reached ultimate heaven. All three of her holes were sex engaged, mouth on Tom's prick, Spider's cock driving in her cunt, and Scotty's finger reaming her asshole. It was one of those occasional miracles of sex. Her whole body turned into silken gold, suffused with rich feeling, every body cell turned on and scintillating. It was like an awesome religious experience. Cheryl fucked faster on Spider's cock, lifting high above her usual sex tension.
Still she kept up a rocking, riding suck on Tom's cock, while she involuntarily squeezed down on Scotty's finger with her sphincter.
She hung in a gossamer world of all-pervading sex. Time stopped for her. Her every sense sharpened-sight, sound, taste, feel and smell. She came alive in a complete way, reaching a plane of total involvement and vulnerability. All was set for a swift, sweet fall into the orgasm of all time as she hung in velvet space, cock-mastered.
But the others came first. Scotty, made dizzy by feeling inside the ass of the queenlike Cheryl, thrust her cunt forward on Abby's face and throbbed. Abby cried out, twisted and spent, clit tortured pleasurably, cunt filled exquisitely, by Spider's hand. Her sphincter clipped furiously on Harold's cornholing cock. She spent gloriously. With a yip of joy, Harold came, proud of his daring act of buggering Abby and exciting everyone. He dug his small cock deep in Abby's butt and let fly juice spurts of manhood.
Tom burst in Cheryl's mouth almost at the same time.
"YIKE, YIKE. GOOOQOD!"
Spider groaned. He could feel Abby's cunt quake .around his fingers, and hear her soft, desperate joy-cries. He could feel Harold's cock convulse and spend through the thick membrane that separated Abby's vagina from her rear tunnel. He could look up and see Tom's cock syringe off gobs of jissum into Cheryl's mouth, which she swallowed. He gave a shudder of ultimate happiness.
"FUUUUCKING!" he chortled and spent.
Cheryl felt, tasted and swallowed Tom's spurts, warmed by the effusion of body-hot sperm down her throat. She felt Spider's crazed spurts against her womb as he spent his guts out. Hung in a golden web, she savored the deep male pleasure until both men tapered. Then she released Tom's spent cock and sang:
"GLORRRREEEEEE."
Furious joy. A preliminary aching throb and then her Big O-absolutely incredible waves of female orgasm sweeping through her body, surging waves of pleasure beyond anything she thought a human body could experience.
"OH, OH, OH, OH-HELP MEEEE'EE! AHHHHHH!"
On and on, twisting, rocking, rolling, surging, she gave up her sex, body insane with sweet orgasm. Her breasts, belly, cunt, buttocks and sphincter all joined in as she went into sex hysterics as the others watched, fascinated. Throb. Throb. Throb. It was the ultimate girl cuntquake of all time for her, beautiful and taken. She was a luscious vixen, fucked to the limits of glory.
"OH, OH, OH-"
Long after she tapered, she would stiffen and throb some more. She had to laugh hysterically to relieve the jay-rushes. The others watched anxiously.
"Are you all right?" asked Spider.
"N-never better," she insisted.
"I wish I could go like that," marveled Abby.
"Me, too," said Scotty.
"You will, both of you," Cheryl promised. She relaxed in a vast ocean of sweet after-sex relaxation.
The best part was that her hang-up was gone once again, and she knew it was gone forever-as long as her roommate Abby was around. That meant at least three more years until Abby, a year ahead of her, graduated, and in that time she'd learn to control it all, Cheryl knew. No more fantasizing of girl orgasms or sex while she was with boys.
She reached out and squeezed Abby's hand. Their eyes met and she saw that Abby understood.
"How about a few beers while we rest for the rest of the orgy?" asked Cheryl, finally recovered. There were cheers followed by "shushes" and giggles. It was going to be a super homecoming for her, Cheryl knew. They'd fulfill Spider's dream of creating a legend in the Sig house. The Delts and the Sigs would reach a sort of campus immortality that night, and Cheryl, who'd once hated Brighton, was proudest of all to be the center of it.
