"Hey, babe, how about it?" The guy in the blue convertible pumped his fist up and down in the air so Cherry could see the lewd gesture. She smiled and shook her head. She had higher standards than to get it on with a guy who didn't even slow down as he drove by.
Still, there was an ache between her slender thighs that wouldn't go away. Nothing had been right since she'd split with her boyfriend, Steve, nothing at all. She wasn't getting enough cock-and losing her job had not made life any better, either.
Cherry stopped in front of the Fancy Florist Shop and caught her reflection in the glass. She tossed her head, getting a glossy strand of midnight-black hair pushed into place.
"Not too bad," she said to herself, turning slightly and examining her figure. Big boobs, but not too big. More than a mouthful was a waste, Steve had always said. Slim waist and flaring hips. As she turned to see her profile, she thought her butt might be getting too big. Some guys really dug big asses, but Steve hadn't. Cherry ran her fingers over the tight fabric stretched over her firm rump.
"Just about right," she decided. "No, exactly right!" She smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles in her bright red skirt and went into the flower shop. Cherry stopped just inside the door and sucked in a deep breath.
Dozens of fragrances hit her all at once, and they were so nice. Roses and violets and green, growing plants. And other scents less recognizable and all incredible. Her tits lifted and fell as she tried to take everything in with one breath.
"Hey, Cherry, good to see you. Where you been keeping yourself?" came the cheerful greeting from behind the counter.
"Tiff!" Cherry rushed forward and caught her friend in a hug, their breasts mashing for a moment until Cherry released Tiffany. "I thought I remembered that you worked here. I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. Maybe we can have lunch."
Cherry bit her full lower lip, almost hoping her friend wouldn't be able to go. Cherry had less than ten dollars in her purse. Lunch anywhere more than a taco stand would bring her bank balance to zero.
"Aw, gee, you shoulda called," Tiffany said, leaning forward, elbows on the counter. The way Tiffany dressed would have been a crime in a less open-minded community. The blonde's heavy breasts threatened to spill out of her low-cut blouse. From the way the material stretched to the breaking point, Cherry saw her sexy friend wasn't wearing a bra. Hard points of penny-sized nipples pressed into the cloth.
The full-figured blonde came out from behind the counter. Cherry hadn't seen her in months, and if anything, she had gotten even more beautiful.
"I envy you so," Cherry said, heaving a sigh. "You were always so damned gorgeous. I remember the guys lined up in high school wanting to go out with you."
"You were no slouch, either. Didn't you go to the prom with someone on the wrestling team?"
"Paul, yeah," Cherry said, remembering. That had been more than two years ago. "I got over him when he went to college. That's when Steve and I moved in together."
"But?" prodded Tiffany. "You're not telling me something. You've split? Good riddance. You were too good for that prick."
Cherry remembered Steve's prick with fondness. Was he ever a cocksman! But he had taken a job in Seattle and had left nothing behind but a note. He hadn't even bothered to tell her good-bye in person.
"I lost my job, too. The company went belly up and put all of us on the street."
"No, Cherry, not on the street. If you were out there, you'd be rich by now. You are a sight for sore eyes." Tiffany glanced over her shoulder at a tall, well-built guy in the office, then said, "Come with me. I've got to make a delivery. We can talk. Will won't mind."
"Him? He's the owner?"
"Without him, there wouldn't be a Fancy Florist Shop." Tiffany took the dark-haired girl's arm and steered her out of the store. "I really like Will, but he gets weird sometimes."
"Weird how?"
"Come on. This is a special delivery, if you know what I mean." Tiffany winked one of her green eyes and then laughed. She slipped into a small car hardly larger than a grocery cart. Cherry followed, folding up her long legs as she got inside.
"I shouldn't complain, but couldn't you get anything bigger?" Cherry glanced into the back. The seat had been laid down and a flower arrangement set there through the rear hatch.
"I don't need a mattress back there. I can usually find some other place to get it on," Tiffany assured her.
"You always were creative," Cherry said, brushing back her hair as the wind coming through the open window caught it and sent the midnight-black banner fluttering.
"You were pretty imaginative yourself. Remember the time you and Paul fucked your brains out in the locker room just before half-time at the homecoming game? How you almost got caught when the team came running in? If they'd caught you, you would have had to pull a train as long as the entire team!" Tiffany laughed at this, and Cherry had to smile. When she had been in high school, she'd never thought anything was very good. Now that she'd been out on her own for a couple years, things looked different.
The sex had been good, and there were no real responsibilities then. Now she had to find a job or she'd get mighty hungry soon. And since Steve had moved on, she hadn't been getting laid much.
Truth was, she wasn't getting laid at all.
Cherry shook her head in disgust. She was hornier than hell. It had been almost two weeks since she'd felt a man's long dick slipping deep into her and giving her incredible pleasure.
"There, there it is," Tiffany said, jerking the wheel and sending the small car into a four-wheel drift on the pavement. She corrected and shot into the driveway. "You'll really like Frank. Get the plant, will you?" Tiffany popped from the car and tugged at her blouse so more of her abundant tit flesh threatened to spill out. She gave a seductive wiggle and started for the door of the modest house.
Cherry frowned. She didn't know what was going on, but she remembered one thing from school. Life around Tiffany had never been dull. Lugging the plant, she followed. Tiffany flashed her a bright smile, then pressed the doorbell. Chimes sang somewhere deep in the house, and the door opened almost immediately.
Cherry's dark eyebrows arched when she saw the stud standing there. His broad shoulders almost filled the doorway-and she could see perfectly how well-muscled he was. Frank wasn't wearing a shirt. She eyed the ridges turning his belly into a washboard and felt herself getting wet wondering what was hidden away under his tight jeans.
"Hey, Frank, how are you doing?" Tiffany asked cheerfully. "This is my friend, Cherry. Hope you don't mind if she tags along."
"No, not at all." The way Frank eyed her made Cherry's pussy churn even more. She nervously rubbed her sweaty hand along one curvy ass cheek as she wondered what she was getting into.
Or what might be getting into her.
"Please, this way." Frank ushered them into the house. There was nothing special about the narrow hall or the rooms Cherry saw, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she came to the living room. Everywhere she looked grew potted plants.
"You must have quite a green thumb," Cherry said.
"No, Cherry, he doesn't," Tiffany said. "What he's got is even better." Tiffany sidled closer to Frank and pressed against the bulging crotch. Her nimble fingers ran the zipper down and a purple-knobbed dick jumped out. Tiffany quickly circled it with her fingers and began stroking up and down. Frank sighed in pleasure and moved to brace himself against a table.
If the man's legs turned weak, so did Cherry's when she saw Tiffany go down on the man. The blonde's mouth opened into a perfectly shaped O that closed over the tip of Frank's cock. She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow.
Frank laced his fingers in Tiffany's blonde curls and pulled her closer to his crotch so his prick vanished into her eager mouth. Then his hips began moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He face-fucked her so fast and hard that Tiffany had to reach around and grab the man's tight ass cheeks to keep from being forced away.
Cherry swallowed hard and backed off. She hadn't known Tiffany was coming to visit her boyfriend and felt guilty about watching them. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the way the hard, thick pink shaft vanished into her friend's mouth and then slowly reappeared. Frank's love shaft emerged glistening with the blonde's spit, greased and ready to rush back into her hot, sucking mouth.
Forcing her eyes away from the sexy sight, Cherry tried to think of something else. Maybe she could wait in the car or do something in the kitchen. She made her way through the jungle of plants. If Frank wasn't a gardener, he must spend all his money buying plants. A tiny smile danced on Cherry's lips. She knew why, if Tiffany always gave him such special service.
"Hey, Cherry, where you going?" came Tiffany's loud call.
"Nowhere, Tiff. Just looking around," Cherry said. She wasn't sure what made her most uptight. Seeing her friend giving head like that or what it did to her. Cherry rubbed over her crotch and moaned softly. She ought to find the bathroom and get herself off.
"Then get back here. This is no time to water the plants. We've got things to deliver!"
Cherry reluctantly went back into the living room that looked more like a jungle and peered through the leaves. She caught her breath. Tiffany and Frank had switched places. The blonde perched on the edge of the table, her well-fleshed thighs spread wide to show the man her platinum-furred muff. There was no question that Tiffany was a natural blonde.
The man shoved his face into that tangled nest of pubic hair and lapped noisily. Cherry saw how his tongue snaked out and raked the entire length of the woman's pussy lips. Then his darting oral digit plunged deep into her cunt.
Tiffany went wild with desire. She leaned back and tossed her head like a frisky filly. Her legs curled up, and she put her feet on the man's bare shoulders so he could better swipe at her and stuff his tongue all the way up into her heated interior.
Cherry licked her lips as she watched. She hadn't sucked on a guy's pecker in too long or been eaten out the way Tiffany was. Almost as if someone else controlled her, Cherry took a step into the living room. And then another and another.
The lewd slurping sounds turned her on in a big way. Frank's face was buried completely in blonde pussy mound. The way he knelt caused his balls to dangle where a lithe young woman might reach them if she laid on her back and scooted along the floor.
Cherry did just that. She snaked forward and reached up to lightly touch the man's pendulous balls. She pulled back when they tumbled about in their hairy little pouch and tightened. Then the sight of the long, hard love missile thrusting upward from his groin got to her. She pulled herself off the floor and applied her mouth to the spot where Tiffany's tongue had been just minutes before.
"That's the way, Cherry, that's the way!" crowed Tiffany. "What a team we make!" Then the blonde sobbed out in passion as Frank's tongue drove far into her and rummaged around, touching hidden spots and turning her into a quivering blob of pure ecstasy.
Cherry saw her friend's legs kicking out on either side of Frank's head and knew orgasm had seized the blonde. But she wanted something out of this, too. The feel of a man's meat in her hand again thrilled her. It had been too long for her.
She fastened her lips on the tip of Frank's dong and lightly licked, her tongue touching the hole at the end. Then she swirled her pink oral organ around, tasting essence of man and working her lips tighter and tighter. The cock bucked and throbbed under her tongue.
She stroked the hairy sac containing his balls. When they quivered and churned, she knew he wasn't far off from a big cum. And neither was she. As much as Cherry hated to admit it, just sucking on Frank's thick log was getting her off.
She felt cheated even as she knew her own passion rose to the breaking point.
Cherry stroked and teased with one hand on Frank's balls and sucked for all she was worth. The rubbery tip of his dork bounced off the roof of her mouth and then surged into her throat. She fought to keep from gagging. Relaxing, she took him easily-and she reached down to hike up her tight skirt.
Working her free hand under her skirt let her press hard into her needy cunt lips. She couldn't get her panties off and she wanted to. The cotton was drenched as she creamed, but the slickness let her stroke over her hidden mound. Lightning bolts of desire lanced into her.
"More, suck harder," gasped out Frank. "I'm ready to cum. What a mouth you have on you!"
"Hey, stop talking and start eating," complained Tiffany. "My poor little fur pie needs your mouth all over it!"
Frank mumbled something around the blonde pussy mound as he went back to giving Tiffany what she wanted most.
Cherry was in no position to say much. She reached up from between the man's legs and bobbed her head back and forth to face fuck herself at the same time she fingered her own cunny.
The hard rod in her mouth turned even harder, then began shaking. She ran her tongue across the sensitive underside and pulled back just as Frank exploded. Cherry squeezed his balls and coaxed even more from him. Hot, white semen arched through the air and landed on the rug. Nobody noticed. Frank still ate out Tiffany, who was cumming again. And Cherry sank to the floor, her fingers bringing her to the point of no return.
From on her back, she looked up and saw the long cock spewing forth its white-hot load and past that, the man's tongue slamming fast into Tiffany's blonde-rimmed vaj. Cherry closed her blue eyes and concentrated on fingering herself to orgasm.
It took only seconds for the familiar delight to shake her all over like a leaf in a high wind. But it was over too fast. She wanted more.
She had to have more! She wanted some of Frank's cock. Hell, she wanted all of Frank's cock!
"Get decent, Cherry," Tiffany said, pulling her skirt down chastely. "We've got other deliveries to make, and Frank's a busy guy."
"Yeah, how else can I earn the money to have you make deliveries like that?"
Tiffany kissed him quickly and guided Cherry to the door.
"Wow, that was really something," Cherry said, aroused and disappointed at the same time. She had gotten off, but she wanted more. Lots more.
"I told you working at the Fancy Florist Shop was a great job. Hey, you said you're on the prowl for another job. Why don't you ask Will if there's anything he can do for you?"
"I'm sure there's something he can do," Cherry said, remembering the shop's tall, muscular owner. He was a real stud. "The question is, can I get a job out of it?"
"Give it a try, won't you? I'm working myself to the bone and need some help."
"Looks to me like you're working yourself onto a boner," laughed Cherry. But she was already getting hot at the idea of taking some of her friend's deliveries-if Frank was among them.
CHAPTER TWO
Tiffany's beeper went off. She zigzagged wildly through the afternoon traffic as she fumbled to snatch it from her glove box.
"Let me get it," Cherry offered. She pulled it out and glanced at the number blinking on the end of the small black box. Holding it up to her friend and trying not to notice how close Tiffany came to crashing into a parked car as she studied the number, Cherry said, "Might be important."
"Yeah, might," agreed Tiffany. "Will wants me back to the store, I bet. Why bother calling when we're close? I can save a quarter for the call." Tiffany swerved, cut across two lanes of oncoming traffic and shot back to the Fancy Florist Shop parking lot in less than five minutes. She screeched to a halt and bailed out.
Cherry followed, trying to remember if her friend had always been this bad a driver. But then, if all her deliveries were like Frank, Cherry could not blame Tiffany one bit for being in such a big hurry.
"Come on into the store. Won't be a sec," Tiffany said. Cherry trailed behind. She hesitated when she saw Will pounding his fist on the counter.
"Whoa, don't go ballistic on me, Will," cautioned Tiffany. "So what if Margie walked out? She's not the first, and I doubt if she will be the last. Not everybody loves working here like I do."
"Don't get mad? Don't get mad! I'm short!"
"No way," Cherry whispered under her breath. From the side she could tell Will was anything but. The bulge at his crotch proved that.
"I need people out there making the deliveries. You can't work around the clock!" Will paced back and forth like a caged animal. He ran his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture.
"Will, Will," soothed Tiffany. "Don't I always know how to get you to chill out when you work yourself up like this?"
"Not now," he said, batting her hand away. Cherry figured Tiffany and her boss must get it on big time. She envied Tiffany that. Will was one prime hunk.
"Margie's gone, so why not hire my best bud? Come on in, Cherry. Don't be shy." Tiffany motioned for her dark-haired friend to join her. "Cherry's hunting for a job."
"You are?" Will's eyes went wide when he saw her. Cherry found herself smiling almost shyly at his brazen gaze. He started low and worked up her slender legs, to her flaring hips and tight, rounded ass, to the slender waist and up a few inches more until his eyes fixed on her tits.
To her surprise, Cherry didn't mind Will looking at her with such obvious sexual interest. If another guy had done it, she might have been insulted. A flush rose to her cheeks, and she felt her nipples starting to harden. Trying to calm her rampaging desires didn't amount to much. She even felt her cooze beginning to turn juicy with need.
It had been way too long for her. As satisfying as her three-way with Tiffany and Frank had been, Cherry wanted more. She needed more.
Will might be just the one to give it to her-along with a job.
The tall, well-built man forced his eyes away from the ample surge of her boobs and finally fixed on her face. He smiled crookedly and started to say something. The words tangled in his throat. He was as tongue-tied as she was shy.
"Go on, Will, interview her for the job," Tiffany said. The blonde tossed her long mane of hair back. "I need to get on with my deliveries, unless you want me to pull double shifts all night long."
"Go on, make your deliveries," Will urged. He swallowed hard. Cherry realized she was having the same effect on him as he did on her.
"I've never worked in a flower store before," she said, not knowing exactly what to say. Cherry didn't want to come right out and ask him to fuck her, even if that was exactly what she wanted.
More than any job, that was what she wanted.
"Never mind. Come on into my office." Will pointed in the direction of the small office at the rear of the store where Cherry had spotted him earlier. She walked in ahead of him, rolling and twitching her rump just enough to give Will a real boner.
A glance over her shoulder as she sat down on the single chair in front of the desk told the story. Will had a hard time moving-because of his hard-on. She smiled, feeling both more relaxed and a lot hornier.
"Hard keeping people working these days. They get a few bucks ahead, and they move on. You aren't like that, are you?"
"I'm a hard worker," Cherry said. And she thought how much she would like to be working on something else that was hard. Hard and long and twitching and completely, sexually alive.
like Will's cock.
"Good. Pay's not too big here, but other things are."
"I'm sure," Cherry said. She licked her lips, wishing she could see through the desk. Will sat with his legs crossed, as if his prick was really hurting him. Cherry didn't know if she ought to go around the desk and simply sit on his lap and fuck herself or wait for him.
"Yeah, well, can you run a computer? We need somebody to do the billing."
"I've worked with computers," Cherry said, rubbing her legs together to relieve her tension. It didn't work. If anything, she found herself wanting Will even more. Something about him turned her on in a big way.
"Good, good, and you can drive. We need you to make deliveries."
"like Tiffany does?" Cherry was about ready to explode. Her tits were swelling like balloons as her heart pumped out excited blood. She felt the nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of her dress. She never wore a bra and knew Will had to see the hard tips of her boobs.
"Sure. She's the best. Don't know how she scores big accounts, but she keeps the place going. Really jumping, you know." Will licked his lips again and stood, turning quickly to hide the enormous lump behind his fly. "Let me show you something about flowers."
Cherry blinked in surprise when Will grabbed a display on a small table near his desk and began pulling off the petals. He spread the soft, fragrant blooms all over the top of his desk. She was getting confused. She knew he wanted her as badly as she did him, so why didn't he make a move?
What kind of interview was this, anyway?
"Here, look, see how they are? Examine them up close," Will urged. He moved around to the side of the desk as Cherry stood and bent forward.
Cherry touched one of the soft petals, picking it up and rubbing it along her cheek. She inhaled its delicate scent. Then she lightly flicked it over her lips and closed her eyes.
But her bright blue eyes shot open when Will moved behind her. His hands rested on the taut curves of her buttocks. She sighed and rubbed her ass cheeks against his crotch.
"Don't do that. I'm about ready to shoot my wad."
"Then do it!" Cherry said, reaching around to grab at his cock. "I want you inside me!"
"No, not yet. Need my hat. Gotta find my hat. Don't usually fuck the hired help. Always problems doing that."
"There won't be any problem," Cherry cried. "I want it, damn you!" She swung around and worked at his zipper, finally getting it down. His long, hard dick surged out of its cloth prison. Cherry licked her lips when she saw it.
The dark-haired woman had thought it would be huge. She had no idea Will would be hung like an elephant! His prick was immense. And she wanted it all, every last inch!
"My hat, my hat," he moaned as she caught his hardness in the circle of her fingers. Cherry squeezed down enough to feel the powerful throb.
"What are you going on about? Give me this, give it to me!" Cherry tugged hard at Will as he struggled to reach over her and get something from his desk drawer. When she saw it was a condom, she took it from him.
"Let me do it," she insisted.
"My hands are shaking," Will admitted. "So are other parts of me. I never saw a woman who was such a turn-on. You're so beautiful!"
"Don't tell me you haven't slipped this huge muff stick into Tiffany," Cherry teased.
She took the rolled-up condom and pressed it into the tip of Will's cock. With a single stroking movement, she unrolled it and completely sheathed his pecker.
"Enough talking!" the man cried. His hands caught Cherry around the waist and swung her around. She gasped as she fell across his desk.
Her cheek pressed into some of the flower petals he had dropped. She sniffed and caught the delicious scent. Somehow, this was as exciting to her as the feel of his hands reaching under her skirt and lifting.
Almost.
Will's strong fingers probed between the meaty half moons of her ass cheeks, then dipped lower. He touched the tightly puckered ring of her anus. Cherry sobbed out incoherently at the thrill going through her. It had been too long. Too long!
And Will could never be long enough for her!
His hand slipped lower and rubbed along her hairy crack. A finger parted her cunt lips and dipped into her well. Fuck juices leaked out.
"I'm ready for you. I was ready the instant I came in!"
"You haven't had a good cum yet. Not yet, but you will," the store owner promised.
Cherry gasped as he parted her legs. She stood bent over the desk, her ass up in the air. Will stroked over her naked butt as he moved closer. She felt the rubber-sheathed cock poke tentatively at her ass-hole, then work lower. She screamed in joy when he found the wet recess he had just invaded with his fingers.
In and in and in surged Will's prick. Cherry thought it would never stop sailing into her cunt until it came out her mouth. When his upper thighs banged into her naked ass cheeks, she gasped again.
"Long, you're so fucking long," she sobbed out.
"No, I'm long at fucking, " he corrected. And he started moving to prove it. He withdrew amid a lewd sucking sound as his cock popped free of her pussy. But he never hesitated. His hips levered back, sending his hard pecker racing back where it had been.
Cherry's entire body came alive with the friction of cock against sensitive, aroused cunt flesh. She gripped the far side of the desk and shoved her tits down hard into the cool surface. Her boobs felt as if they might blow up at any instant, she was so turned on by the fucking she got from Will.
"More, more, don't slow down. You're driving me crazy with your cock. Don't stop!" she pleaded. She was going crazy with lust. Every nerve in her body screamed for more.
He gave it to her.
He began rotating his hips just enough to send his pecker thrusting in with a corkscrewing motion. He reamed her out good, and once inside, his cock pulsed and throbbed with hot desire. Every inch of the wanton woman's pussy burned from the fucking.
She wanted even more.
Cherry rubbed her tits against the desk until the nipples ached with desire. The soft scent of the flower petals Will had spread now mixed with the headier perfumes of a man fucking a woman. Cherry spread her legs even wider, sagging down slightly against the edge of the desk.
He roared back into her after a moment of leaving her entirely empty inside. Her fuck tunnel tried to clamp down hard on him and hold him, but he was too strong, too commanding. He buried himself balls-deep and then withdrew for another quick ramrod-hard thrust into her seething cooze.
Juices creaming all around the thick plug of his cock, Cherry trembled with unreleased orgasm. Every move he made pushed her just a little closer, but she never quite got there.
Until he reached around and began diddling her clit.
The touch on her go button about blew the top off her head. The orgasm racked her, shook her, released all the pent-up desires she had been holding inside for weeks and weeks.
Cherry reared up off the desk and shoved her backside into the curve of Will's groin, trying to get even more of his feverish love stick inside her. She felt him slip a bit deeper into her cunt and then another surge of emotion blasted through her.
"Can't keep going. So tight around me, so tight, so tight!" he grated out. She felt his hands working around her waist and pulling her in. She hadn't thought it was possible, but his cock expanded even more inside her.
And then the entire steely hard length of cock flesh whipped about as the man came. Will kept pumping hard, the friction setting new fires inside Cherry until she gasped weakly and let herself go. Another cum, a little one this time, made her twitch and then collapse weakly to the desktop.
"Cherry, believe me, I don't fuck around with my employees. That's bad business. But you, I mean, you're so beautiful, and there's something about you and-"
"No need to explain, Will," said Cherry. "I feel it, too." She rubbed over her well-fucked snatch. "Did I ever feel it!"
And she wanted to again. And again. It had been too long since Steve.
CHAPTER THREE
"Let me go," Cherry begged as Tiffany grabbed up the basket of flowers sitting at the end of counter. "I've been stuck in here for days!"
"Sorry, babe," the leggy blonde said, smiling insincerely. "This is a special delivery, if you know what I mean."
"I do," Cherry said in disgust as her friend hurried from the store. Cherry had worked at the Fancy Florist Shop two days and had been assigned as a clerk while Tiffany got all the deliveries to the sexy guys. It didn't seem fair.
Worse, Will had gone to a convention and left a huge gap in how the store was to be run. He might have been great when it came to using his cock, but he didn't know how to run a business. Cherry saw that right away.
Worse than the hole left because Will hadn't put anyone in charge, Cherry felt the aching emptiness between her long, sleek legs. Without even realizing it, she rubbed her snatch through her tight shorts. Tingles surged into her, but they quickly died down as she took her hand away.
Fingering herself wasn't anywhere near as good as getting all the long, quivering dick she could jammed into her. She wished some of the other guys in the shop turned her on the way Will did.
"Here's the arrangement for the wedding this afternoon," announced Hank, one of the florists working in the back room. The way he stared at her bare legs made Cherry a little irritable. She wasn't getting enough cock from Will-she wasn't getting anything right now.
She wasn't about to put up with a guy she didn't find all that attractive, even if he did have a body builder's chest and nice, tight buns.
Not that he wasn't handsome, too, in a rugged sort of way. But Hank definitely wasn't her type. Not exactly. He looked a bit like Steve, and that put her off. Just a little.
"I'll see that Tiffany delivers it on time," she said. Their eyes locked for a moment. Cherry asked Hank in a snippy voice, "Anything else you wanted? I'm pretty busy."
It was a lie, and they both knew it. Cherry was bored out of her head and, from the way
Hank's crotch bulged through his jeans, the guy was ready to do some boring. In her pussy.
"Nothing else. Uh, look, Cherry, if you have the time, I'd be glad to show you how we put these things together."
"You want to teach me flower arranging?" This struck Cherry as ridiculous. She wasn't even sure what kind of guy wanted to do that for a living. Still, Hank looked puppy dog eager, and she didn't have the heart to tell him to go fuck himself.
He probably spent half his time in the back room beating off. And Cherry was coming to think this might not be such a bad idea.
How she missed Will and his pecker!
"Maybe it's not such a good idea. There might be customers coming into the store," Hank said. He turned and went to the rear of the shop. As he pushed through the curtains, a breeze caught the fragrance of the flowers there. Cherry's nostrils flared like a young filly's. This was one benefit working in a flower shop she had never considered.
Her apartment smelled like old sweat socks all the time. Cooking odors from other apartments changed from liver to burned beans to who knew what. Simply airing it out did little good when a new wave of stink came at suppertime.
This place brought her alive with its fine aromas of living plants. She traced her fingers over a fern, letting the light touch send thrills into her body. She remembered how Will had turned her on with the strewn flower petals and wanted more.
Cherry laughed self-consciously. She couldn't blame the way she felt on the flowers. Being horny had nothing to do with smelling the blossoms, and to hell with the birds and bees.
She just wanted to get laid.
Perched at the end of the counter, Cherry waited for Frank to call and ask for a new plant. From all Tiffany had said about the man, he ordered several times a week. Since Will hadn't put anyone in charge, Cherry intended to scoop up any order and be over at the man's place in record time. But morning turned to noon and then to late afternoon and Frank didn't call.
No one called. Cherry was even more bored than before.
Wandering around the store like a caged tiger, Cherry finally pushed through the curtain to go into the back room. Hank was better to talk to than no one. She found him bent over a stack of books, studying hard.
"What are you doing?"
"Got a test coming up. I'm working my way through college, going nights and putting in my time here during the day," he said. She blinked when she saw the way the top couple buttons had come undone on his shirt. Chest hair bushier than a bath mat peeked through. She had always been turned on by hairy guys. That was why she had gone out with guys on the wrestling team in high school. And she had to admit Hank's shoulders were wide. Really wide.
She licked her lips as she moved around the room, aware he watched her every move. She tried not to put a seductive wiggle into her ass, but couldn't stop the movement. And her tits. They bobbed about, held back only by her T-shirt. Wearing a bra always made her feel confined.
Now she worried he might get the wrong idea as her nipples sprang up, tiny nubbins poking hard into the thin cotton. Cherry wiped her hands on her thighs, aware how this tightened her skimpy shorts even more and caused them to ride up between her legs.
A quick look down made her blush. She was getting moist in the crotch. Her pussy had started creaming as she eyed Hank, and now her shorts were glued to her cunt lips. Wet, tight, aroused-Cherry turned away to keep from betraying herself.
Hank wasn't that bad-looking. And the hair! She really got off on running her fingers through a man's chest hair as he fucked her. Cherry had missed that the time she had been with Steve, and Will had only a few sparse strands.
Cherry swallowed hard. She was talking herself into doing something she had insisted she would not do an hour earlier. Making it with Hank was a pipedream. And why? Will would be back in a couple days. She could wait that long.
"I'll check on the inventory. We were supposed to get a new shipment of roses in this afternoon."
"In the cooler," Hank said, standing. He stretched, his muscles rippling. He stripped off the shirt to expose a belly with rips and cuts along it. He might have had a washboard instead of a belly, he was so heavily muscled.
And the hair. Cherry blinked to keep from staring.
"Right. I'll check the delivery against the invoice. Somebody ought to have done that when it came."
"I did," Hank said, filling the door behind her. The chilly air in the cooler made goose pimples pop up all over her exposed flesh. But it also made her nipples harden even more. She took in a deep breath, causing her boobs to rise and fall.
"You're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And that includes your friend Tiffany," Hank said. He entered the cooler, pulling the door shut behind him. The only light inside came from a single bulb over their heads.
Cherry exhaled hotly. Her breath turned to silvery vapor as she tried to tell him to leave her alone. But her eyes dropped to his groin when Hank opened his fly.
"I've never seen a dick that big!" she exclaimed. Cherry had thought Will was hung, but Hank was even bigger. And longer!
"It's getting mighty cold," the man said, hand around the thick base of his pecker. "Is there any way you can take care of that for me?"
Cherry dropped to her knees. Somehow, the cold made her come more alive. Her tits ached from need as her nipples hardened even more. Blood pounded through her head in tempo with the way Hank's cock bobbed up and down.
She grabbed the massive shaft and drew it close to her mouth.
"Go on," he urged. "Go on and do it. We both want it. And it is cold in here."
Cherry took a deep breath and got the fragrance of roses and carnations and a man's cock. Her lips brushed the very tip. It trembled as much as she did.
"More, give me more," he said.
She started kissing, little kisses at first and then juicier ones as she moved down his foot-long length to the base. Her nose burrowed about in the curly hair and she quickly found herself moving up his body.
Fingers traced through the mat of fur on his chest. Thrills of joy raged within the young woman's trim, wanton body. Her pussy started creaming furiously now. She nuzzled his chest, running her face back and forth to get the full stimulation of his curly, thick hair.
"I like that. Most babes seem turned off by a man who has too much these days. They like the bronzed beach bums."
"No, no, this is fine. Great!" Cherry's fingertips danced along Hank's chest and then back down, slipping between muscled flesh and his jeans. A quick shove got him out of his pants.
Again she sucked in her breath in awe. Seldom had she seen a man with such a mammoth dick. Hands trembling, she reached out and tugged at him.
"Your turn. Undress me," she said.
Cherry gasped in delight when Hank quickly pulled off her T-shirt, leaving her naked to the waist. Her nipples rubbed against his furry chest. The tingly sensations worked down into her body and ignited hidden reserves of passion. She rubbed herself over him until her tits were quivering with need.
"More," she begged. "Give me more. Give me this!" Her fingers jerked at his cock. He didn't need to be told what to do.
Hank dropped down and used his teeth to pull away her shorts. And he didn't stop there. His tongue laved over her dark-haired cunt lips and then plunged into her steamy hole.
Cherry thought she was going to cum then and there. She went weak in the knees and let the waves of delight wash over her. She put both her hands on her tits, tweaking the coppery, hard nipples until she was almost at the point of orgasm.
"Don't, not yet. The best is to come," Hank promised. He licked and kissed his way upward, pushing her hand aside so he could suck her left nipple into his mouth.
Teeth lightly nipping, his tongue torturing, his mouth sucking hard, he drew in almost the entire mound of tit flesh. Cherry tried to move away, but the man had none of it. His hands clamped firmly on her rounded ass cheeks and held her in place.
Cherry floated around, dizzy and delighted. Her body felt like a string waiting to be plucked.
Everything about making it with Hank in the cooler excited her. The cold air stimulated her, made her heart race. Nips hard with cold and desire, her tits firm and lovely, her cunt aching for more, Cherry knew she could not wait much longer.
"Don't stop now," she sobbed out. The raven-haired beauty widened her stance, opening her pussy to his massive cock-but it didn't sail up into her as she had hoped.
"Hank, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, babe. It's taking me longer than I thought getting this on." He fumbled with a condom. She couldn't tell if his fingers were numb with cold or shaking with the need for haste. It hardly mattered to her. All she could see was the thick mat of fur on his broad chest and the foot-long sausage jutting upward as he tried to sheath it.
"There!" he said at last. Cherry's fingers stroked over his chest one last time before moving around to his back. To her pleasure, his back was even hairier. She laced her fingers through the thick, curly expanse as she felt his body pressing hotly against hers.
The scent of flowers, the rush of cold air over her exposed pussy lips and nipples and ass cheeks, the strength of the man holding her, it all faded away as he entered her. All Cherry could feel was the enormous battering ram of cock flesh pounding into her pussy.
She shrieked in longing for more. Even more!
like a snake slithering up a tree trunk, Cherry wrapped her long, slender legs around Hank's waist. She felt the play of his corded muscles as he easily supported her full weight. She lifted her buttocks up a little, then settled down even farther on the spire of pecker rising to meet her cunt.
"Oh, you fill me up so. I never dreamed you were this large. You're hung like a bull!"
"Most women complain when I get inside."
"Complain! It's wonderful!" Cherry shivered as Hank began lifting and dropping her ass. The motion drove him ever deeper into her superheated interior. How could any man who filled her to overflowing be reason to complain?
Cherry didn't try to think on it. She just wanted to savor the wonders thundering through her body. The surroundings were exotic, but Hank's cock made the fucking great. And he knew exactly how to get her turned on until she screamed for release.
"No, please," she sobbed out. "Not like that."
"Too big," he said in a choked voice. "Sorry, I-"
"Fuck me, you fool," she begged. "Not those puny little strokes. Really fuck me!"
Cherry almost lost her mind when Hank obeyed instantly. She rose up on his steely column until only the head remained hidden within her pussy. Then he shoved her down-she drove her own hips down-until she felt the wet slapping of his balls against her inner thigh.
Twisting, turning, swinging around, she rose and fell on his rigid pussy pleaser. Every stroke caused new friction along her inner tissues. Her cooze creamed and overflowed around the thick plug of man meat.
Her cunt lips turned inward with a hard thrust and she felt every ripple and bump along his fuck stick with her inner muscles. Cherry stroked over his hairy back and felt the way he moved as he fucked her.
The excitement built to a point where she could no longer hold back. From everywhere, her cum crashed in on her senses. The flowers. The cold air blowing across her tits and ass. The hot shaft fucking her willing pussy. The hair under her fingertips and the way Hank kissed her neck and shoulders and nibbled her ear. It all came together in a huge orgasm that caused Cherry to shriek at the top of her lungs.
And even as she slid down from her sexual high, she realized Hank was still pumping away. She tensed her trim legs around his waist and pulled herself down even harder to get him off. The way his cock bucked and throbbed inside her, it wouldn't be long.
And it wasn't. Cherry knew all the right things to do. Her inner cunt muscles gripped down hard on his thrusting piston. No man could stand that for long, and Hank was no exception. He shot his wad, pumping furiously into her love hole.
And then his hands relaxed on her buttocks and lowered her to the floor. Cherry shivered. The heat of passion had begun to dim, but an ache remained. It had been a fabulous fucking, but she wanted more.
From the way Hank's immense prong turned limp, she knew she wasn't going to get it. Not right away.
"Later?" she whispered in his ear. "And it doesn't even have to be in the cooler."
"Yeah, it does," came his surprising answer. Seeing her eyebrows arch in astonishment, he grinned and added, "It's the only way I can keep that hot twat of yours from burning me down to a mere inch or two."
"That sounds like something I'd like to try," she said. Cherry ran her fingers over his hairy chest one last time, then shivered, gathered her clothes and slipped from the cooler.
Working in a flower shop had its advantages, she decided. And Hank wasn't half bad as a lover.
She could get to really enjoy the Fancy Florist Shop and its other employees.
CHAPTER FOUR
Long. Hard. Cherry ran her fingers along the shaft and felt the vibrant juices pulsing within. She closed her eyes and stroked faster, harder, harder. Then the green flower stem broke in two and sap oozed over her fingers. Her eyes shot open, and she realized she had been daydreaming.
How she wished Will would get back from his too-long convention trip. It had been three days since he had left, and she missed him, though she and Hank got it on now and then. She loved the feel of the guy's enormous pecker as it entered her. And once Hank started fucking, she forgot everything else around her.
Her tight, clinging cunt would collapse entirely around his fuck stuck, and then she would cum. And that would be it. Hank, for all his strength from working out with weights, didn't have much stamina. Cherry wanted a guy who could keep up with her.
All night long. And maybe through the next day. She closed her bright blue eyes again, thinking what it would be like feeling a huge prick moving between her slender thighs, working higher, poking between her ass cheeks and then tapping at her back door.
Or what it might be like if she lifted her legs high in the air and hooked them over a stud's shoulders. That would open her pussy for deep, deep fucking.
"Excuse me, you do work here?"
Cherry shook herself. She had been getting all hot and wet in the cunny just thinking about having sex. And she had let a customer come into the shop and wander around unseen.
"Sorry, I was, uh, I was-"
"Daydreaming," the man said, but there was no contempt in his voice for such laziness. If anything, the slight smile curling his lips hinted at a conspirator in the daydreaming department.
Cherry blinked when she got a really good look at him. Taller than she was by a head, he was in his early twenties and a sharp dresser. Cherry thought Will was handsome-and his cock was a real prize-but this guy might have taken attention away from an entire line of male strippers.
Hank's shoulders were broad. This guy's weren't anywhere near as massive, but he carried himself with an air of confidence Cherry found appealing. When he reached out to touch her arm, she saw hands large enough to engulf either of her tits completely.
Or both. At the same time.
She shuddered lightly and tried to push such erotic thoughts away. The Fancy Florist Shop was a business, and she had no call thinking about customers the way she was with this guy.
"How can I help you?" she asked, knowing what she wanted him to say. And Cherry would gladly hike her short skirt, pull down her panties and let him do whatever he wanted. Right there on the counter, not ten feet from the door and dozens of people passing by outside.
She shivered again at the titillating thoughts she was having today. Fucking where people could see. The idea turned her on. But then everything was getting her hot today. Simply standing around and daydreaming was turning her cunt into a juiced-up swamp of desire.
"Are you all right?" he asked. His voice was deep, baritone. It rang in her ears like some faraway forgotten love song. Or a song of lust.
"Fine. Not been myself lately. Personal stuff."
"I think he was a complete idiot."
"What?" Cherry's eyes shot wide open in total astonishment. "Steve? How'd you know I broke up with him? Do you know him?"
"I don't know this Steve, but from the way you were mooning around, it had to be a guy who broke your heart."
"Mooning around?" laughed Cherry. She felt suddenly impish. What could she possibly lose? The job didn't pay much, and the boss was out of town. "You mean like this?"
Cherry turned and hiked her skirt. She tugged down the edge of her shocking-pink panties just enough to let the guy see the deep crevice between her ass cheeks. Then she turned around and let her skirt fall back into place. The dark-haired woman smiled sweetly, as if she hadn't done such an impulsive thing.
Somehow, it felt good to let her inhibitions go-
The moment of shock on the man's face passed like a cloud leaving the sun. He beamed back at her.
"I'm beginning to like this shop. Might do all my buying here."
"We aim to please." Cherry felt herself blushing. She wasn't usually like this, but being around Tiffany and her unbridled sexuality had caused hidden seeds within
Cherry to blossom. She was becoming as wild as her sexy blonde friend.
"That ought to be my line," the man said. "I came in to get a bouquet for a sick friend. Nothing too imagine, but nice. You know?"
"I do," Cherry said. She came out from behind the counter and went to a display rack. Her eyes scanned the potted plants and dried arrangements.
"This sick friend of yours. Is it your girlfriend?"
"Does it matter?" She felt the man coming in behind her. His hands circled her trim waist, then stroked down over the slight dome of her belly. Cherry started to protest, to warn him some other customer might see. There were no other customers. Or Hank. He was in the back room, but Cherry had looked in on him and he was zonked out on a cot.
He had been up all night studying, he had said, and then she had worn him to a frazzle fucking his brains out. Hank wouldn't intrude now.
The man's fingers curled and drew up the front of her skirt. Cherry leaned back, her weight against him. He was strong and tall and supported her easily. Her skirt snaked up her thighs and finally stopped above her waist. The man's strong fingers pressed into her gooey snatch, wiggling and stroking over the pussy mound hidden under her panties.
"Don't start anything you can't finish," she warned.
"I can deliver. Do you?" he asked.
His hips began rotating, small suggestive movements of his crotch against her buttocks. She imagined his prick jumping forth, long and ready to sink into her cooze, fucking her for all he was worth.
"I can deliver, as long as yours isn't the speediest in town," Cherry said, turning her face up to his, looking over her shoulder. He smiled and Cherry knew she was lost. His left hand continued to stroke and squeeze her pussy mound while his other worked up under her white cotton blouse.
She almost lost control when his hand cupped her left breast. Catching a nipple between thumb and forefinger, he began tweaking the little pebble of flesh until it popped up hard and pointy. His palm pressed firmly into the tender flesh underneath. When he began rotating the entire tit, Cherry thought she would go crazy with lust.
"Take me, here, now," she whispered in a sex-husky voice. She didn't care about anyone seeing. If anything, it might give the people out on the street more reason to look in the windows.
Cherry felt his hand tugging at her sopping wet silk panties. He pulled them over her curvy ass cheeks and then down to her thighs.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she whispered.
"You're all naked and ready for me... here," he said. His middle finger drove far up into her twat. Cherry gasped as he began finger-fucking her cunt. "But there ought to be something more inside you."
"Yes, yes, I want your dick. Shove it all the way up me!" Cherry moaned.
His strong arm circled her waist and lifted her off her feet. Spinning around, Cherry lost her balance. When he fell forward, she landed on the floor on her hands and knees. He dropped down behind her, his prick pressing hotly between the thick slabs of her buttocks.
Cherry felt his pecker probe against her tightly clenched ass-hole, but this wasn't his target. She sank down so her head rested on her crossed hands on the floor, her butt jutting up in the air.
"There," he moaned. "My tool found the spot it wants to drill most!"
The knobby end of his dick rubbed seductively along the wet gash formed by her cunt lips. The man's hips began swinging back and forth, slowly, powerfully. But it wasn't enough for Cherry. She had to have more.
She had to have him inside her.
She reached between her spread legs and rubbed her fingertips over the hairy sac dangling down. She felt his balls churning inside. When he didn't immediately get his prick into her twat, she gripped hard.
"Don't," he cried. "I don't want to cum like that."
"Then get into it," she sobbed. She was at the breaking point sexually. His hand continued to massage and tweak and arouse her tits. His other hand circled her waist to hold her close. But he also diddled her clit.
Every light flick he gave her love button sent electric tremors racing through her wanton young body. But it was the feel of his cock slipping back and forth, getting slick from her love oils leaking from deep within her, that excited Cherry most.
She grabbed that long stalk and maneuvered it to the spot where she most wanted it. Cherry groaned with pleasure as the man's pecker slid far into her body. She surrounded his cock, gripped it with her strong inner muscles, worked on milking him of every pearly drop of cum.
"How do you do that? Never felt a woman around me who could make me feel like this. It's great," the man shouted. And then he began ramming hard into her from the rear, his cock vanishing far up her cunt.
"Don't talk, fuck!" she ordered.
"You asked for it," he grated out between clenched teeth. It took all his will power to keep from spilling his load like some young man getting his first piece of ass. But Cherry was everything a man could want-more! She stroked over his balls, teased them, bounced them around until the skin tightened into a painful knot.
The easy, rhythmic fucking he had begun turned ragged and fitful as both their passions mounted. Cherry thought she might be burned up inside by his fast-moving piston of carnal flesh. His cock seared her most tender flesh even as his finger touched her clit.
He flicked his finger over the slippery button until the lightest touch was enough to send Cherry into sexual orbit. She shoved her butt back into the curve of his body, trying to take as much of his pecker into her as possible. This and the way he fondled her tits and pressed into her love bud set her off.
"Aieee!" she shrieked. Her entire body shook like a leaf caught in a hurricane. He kept fucking her doggy-style, and she couldn't get enough of it. Her body screamed for more. And so did her words.
"Don't stop, don't ever stop," she pleaded. "I want this to last forever. I never felt this hot before, so horny, so full of a man's dick!" Cherry panted like a bitch in heat as she felt his upper thighs pressing hotly against her naked rump. The lewd sucking sound of his cock entering and leaving her cunt was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.
"More, faster, faster," she wailed.
"That somebody coming into the store?" he asked. He straightened and peered over the counter.
"No, you idiot, it's me cumming!" New orgasm seized control of the young woman and shook her. She felt the hot rush of blood through her breasts and into her shoulders.
And still he kept fucking. She didn't care if everyone in the city saw them. Hell, she wanted videos of this!
"Can't go on much longer. Feels like a milking machine on my dork. Tight. Hot. Squeezing down all around me. What a fuck-able pussy you've got!"
A third orgasm blasted through Cherry just as the man's pecker erupted. He tried to split her apart with his fleshy prod, but she was up to taking him. Every last inch of his prick, she took up her cooze.
Slumping forward, ass still poking up in the air, Cherry simply lay panting for a moment. His fucking had completely drained her emotionally. This was the kind of release she sought with Hank, but didn't find. Hank was an okay cocksman, but she wanted only the best.
Cherry rolled onto her side and saw the man was already on his feet, tucking his flaccid cock away in his pants. He grinned like a cat seeing a bowl of cream.
"You're really something."
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, her fingers stroking over the sweat and cunt-juice matted fleece of her pussy mound. She still tingled from the fucking he had given her. And she thought she might keep this sexy glow for quite a while.
Cherry was right. It lasted until closing, when Hank was ready for action again.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm so glad you're back," sighed Cherry, wiggling her hips a little to work herself down squarely on Will's thick pecker.
"I'm glad I'm still hard," the man gasped out. "You're so hot you're melting me like a snowman in the bright sun." His hands circled her waist as he bent the sexy raven-haired beauty back over his desk. Cherry's slender legs came up in the air, her thighs rubbing on either side of the man's body. He drove his long prick directly into the dark-fur-rimmed fuck hole and found instant paradise.
Cherry shivered as she took him full length up her twat. It was good having him back. He turned her on more than Hank ever could. She hadn't minded fucking with Hank. Not at all. But Will! He was something special, and she loved every second of her time with him.
Cherry had to admit she loved every inch he thrust into her!
Twisting around, she found a more corafortable place on the desk. Secure for the moment, she raised her legs even higher and draped them over Will's shoulders. This bent her almost double and made every twitch of his throbbing cock felt throughout her body.
"How do you do it?" he panted. "You got me hard the second I walked into the store. And now, now I can hardly keep from blowing my wad! I don't want to cum this fast."
"Don't worry about that. I missed you," she said, her passions rising. "I missed you, and I missed your dick. But not now. It's where it belongs, doing what it ought to!"
Cherry was bent double as Will leaned forward, driving her down into the desk harder and faster every time he entered her cunt. Her upper legs crushed into her tits and mashed them flat. This gave an added thrill to the fucking.
Her nipples turned into tiny pebbles of throbbing flesh every time her own legs banged into them. The passage of Will's cock as it buried ball-deep into her hole caused her breath to come faster until she was gasping. This pumped more blood into her tits and aroused her even more.
Every small thing Will did pushed her closer to orgasm.
She looked up into the man's face and saw only lust there. Lust for her. He wanted her, and he had missed her while he was gone on his trip. Now he was making up for the time they had lost by giving her one great fucking.
"More, more, more," she puffed. Her hands stroked over Will's strong arms supporting himself against the edge of the desk on either side of her body. But what turned her on the most now wasn't the feel of his flesh or the incredible feel of his prick boring into her-it was the lewd sucking sound of his cock as it pulled free of her after every return stroke.
The sound brought to mind other fuckings, other times she had made love with other studs. Cherry's mind drifted and she gave herself over entirely to sensation. The sound was obscene and the most arousing noise she had ever heard.
The damp, musky smell of her cunt and the juices leaking from it mingled with the subtle odors of the florist shop, and the friction of cock burning against her inner cunt walls lit a fuse deep within her.
"Yes, Will, now, hard, do it hard now!"
Will lunged forward, crushing her legs down into her tit flesh. His cock speared her fully and then erupted a fiery tide of cum. Cherry tried to arch her back and cram her pussy mound down around his driving prick to take him even deeper.
That wasn't possible. And it wasn't possible for her to hold back the surge of her own emotions. She shrieked and moaned and struggled as her body's immense pleasure was released in the Big O--an orgasm so huge it shook her like an earthquake. A cum that turned her deaf and blind and lost her in a carnal land of undiluted delight.
"Wow, I should have come back sooner," Will said, backing away from the desk.
Cherry opened her eyes and stared at him through half-lowered eyelids.
"No, lover, no," she said. "You shouldn't have cum sooner. This was at exactly the right time." But for all the warm afterglow of a great fucking, Cherry felt a little disappointed at the sight of Will's cock turning limp. The fleshy pink worm dangled between his legs.
Useless. Useless for some time. And she wanted more. Now.
Cherry propped herself up on the desk and dangled her long legs over the side. She kept her knees spread wide so the man could see the dark-fur-rimmed cunt hole he had just plugged so well.
She wondered if the sexy sight might get Will hard again in record time. Instead, a knock at the office door distracted him.
"I've got to get dressed. Can't let anyone see me like this. Cherry, get decent."
"Get decent, Will?" she teased. "Why, I thought I was more than decent. I thought I was great!"
"You are," he mumbled, "but it'll only be trouble if anyone here finds us screwing around."
"Why? You own the place. And I don't care who knows we're getting it on." Cherry stepped into her skirt and tugged her blouse closed as she thought on this. Will was worried the others working in the Fancy Florist Shop would find out about them. That could only mean he worried about someone else getting jealous.
"No time to get dressed. Can't get my feet in these damned tight pants." Will kicked his pants under the desk and pulled himself forward so his nakedness wasn't obvious to anyone on the other side of the desk.
"Hey, gang, here you are. I was hunting for you. Welcome home, Will. And Cherry, I-" Tiffany's eyes widened when she saw the expressions on the two faces staring at her. "My, my, what's been going on here?"
"Uh, nothing, Tiffany," Will lied. "Nothing."
"I wouldn't call that fucking 'nothing', " complained Cherry. She figured Will was getting it on with Tiffany, too, but she didn't mind sharing him. As long as she got the lion's share of his cock.
"So you were playing hide the salami with Cherry, huh?" Tiffany came in and dropped into the chair facing Will, who pulled himself closer to his desk.
"You have a problem with sharing him?" Cherry asked her friend. "I know you were here first, but Will's such a good cocksman, he can keep us both happy."
"I wouldn't know," Tiffany said with mock seriousness. "He's kept me at arm's length ever since I came to work."
"You mean the two of you have never... " Cherry blinked in surprise at this.
"I have a strict code," Will said, swallowing hard. "I never fool around with my employees. It's bad for business, things always go to hell, it's wrong."
Cherry rubbed over her pussy and felt the faint glow remaining within her.
"There was nothing wrong with the way you just fucked me," she said boldly.
"I mean, you get into trouble with the other employees. People think you're getting special treatment when-"
"I hope I'm getting really special treatment," Cherry said. She moved behind the desk and pushed Will's chair back. He was taken by surprise. His chair rolled away, letting Tiffany see he was naked from the waist down.
"And I'm left out in the cold."
"Tiffany, I can explain. You're a great looker, really," Will said. "A lovely blonde, but blondes don't turn me on the way a dark-haired chick does. I saw Cherry that first day, and I couldn't help myself."
"I'd say you did just the reverse," Tiffany accused. "You did help yourself."
"It was mutual," Cherry said quickly. "He might not have come on to me if I hadn't encouraged him."
"I feel left out," Tiffany pouted, chewing on her lower lip. "I've missed so much. So many inches of fine Willie-billie pecker."
The blonde hiked one leg up over the arm of her chair. From across the desk, Will saw Tiffany wasn't wearing any undies. Her blonde, fleecy sex mound shone like spun gold-the gold at the end of the rainbow.
He shook his head. "I can't, really, Tiff."
"He's right," Cherry cut in, finally seeing what Will already had. It would take a while for him to get another boner, no matter what anyone did. She didn't want to fight with her best friend, and she wasn't going to lose Will, either. But there was a way around these two bad outcomes.
"So?" demanded Tiffany. "What are you going to do about this? He doesn't want to fool around with me. I feel neglected."
"Don't," said Cherry, dropping to her knees in front of Tiffany's chair. Her eyes locked with her friend's for a moment, then Cherry leaned forward. She inhaled deeply and smelled the fragrance of Tiffany's pussy. The perfume was enough to make her mouth water. She bent over a little more and let her pink tongue dart out.
Cherry's oral organ lightly brushed across Tiffany's pussy lips. The response in the blonde was immediate. She moaned softly and hiked her other leg over the other chair arm, leaving her widely exposed to any oral assault.
The dark-haired girl shoved her tongue down hard between the trembling, pink-tinged cunt lips. The salty tang excited her. She had never eaten out another woman before. Now she wondered why she had waited so long. Tongue working back and forth, she stroked over the ridges of the bearded clam spread so wantonly in front of her.
When her tongue finally dug deep into Tiffany's cunny, Cherry knew she wasn't going to be able to stop. She ate out her friend's pussy with increasing ardor. Licking and lapping, she worked up and down the thick flaps protecting Tiffany's interior.
"Keep doing that, Cherry, keep going. It tingles all over when your tongue touches me on the clit. And in! Go on and tongue-fuck me good!" Tiffany lifted herself up on the chair and rammed her hips forward so Cherry's tongue vanished into her interior.
Cherry's tongue curled and stroked and lightly stimulated. But it was when she locked her lips over her friend's clit and began to suck, Tiffany went wild with desire.
"I can't stand this any more," Cherry heard over Tiffany's cries of complete sexual craving. For a moment, she wondered how her friend was able to talk and scream in passion at the same time. Then Cherry realized it wasn't Tiffany, but Will talking.
"What?" Cherry tried to talk with a mouthful of muff. "What's that?"
"I've got a hard-on again, and I want to use it!"
Cherry moaned when she felt Will sliding in behind her.
"Wait, don't, don't pork her, you jerk-off," complained Tiffany. "I want those eight inches shoved up my-oh!"
Cherry gave her blonde friend reason to stop talking and begin enjoying. Her mouth worked all over Tiffany's pussy, dipping deep, giving her a tongue fucking that finally robbed her of speech. Tiffany was reduced to sobbing and moaning in pleasure.
And then it was Cherry's turn to do more than enjoy the slickness and salty tang of the woman's creaming pussy. Will's thick cock entered her from below. Cherry needed only to sit down to slide him all the way up into her own lust-slickened twat.
Will reached under her butt and guided her so that she sat down firmly on his prick. It slipped into her and caused a lightning bolt sensation that ripped through her. She had gotten off on the earlier fucking, but this was even more intense.
It had to be the combination of eating out her best friend's pussy and taking Will all the way up into her own cunt.
"Go on, babe, fuck yourself. I can't move sitting on the floor. You've got to do it all," Will told her.
Cherry began lifting and falling over the man's cock, setting the pace of the fucking to give herself the most stimulation. Sensations came at her from all directions. The shivering and quivering of Tiffany's cunt under her tongue pushed her closer and closer to cumming, but it was Will's cock that really thrilled her.
"Go, babe, go," Cherry heard Will say. "I got hard just for you. Do it fast."
Cherry obeyed. Her tongue lapped and licked and stroked Tiffany's blonde-furred rim and finally drove into the creaming interior with an oral ferocity designed to bring her friend to climax.
It worked. It worked better than Cherry had anticipated.
Tiffany shrieked as she came, and Cherry found herself locked in the strong grip of orgasm, too. Will's cock, the other woman's pussy spread for her, the smells, the feel of Will reaching and fondling her tits, Tiffany's thighs on either side of her head-it all came together in a crashing, rolling, shattering orgasm.
Cherry twisted off Will's meaty spike and sat on the floor, eyes glazed from so much sex.
"Super," she whispered. "I never felt this way before."
"You did it for me, too, Cherry," spoke up Tiffany. The blonde swiped sweat from her forehead, but her bright green eyes were fixed on Will and his boner still jutting up. "But I see something I want even more of."
"Tiffany, we shouldn't-" This was all the farther Will got before Tiffany jumped onto his erection like a dog going after a bone. The blonde squatted down over his pecker and began fucking herself with a passion that was exiting to watch.
Cherry scooted away and simply watched her friend and boss going at it like minks in heat. She recovered quickly from her momentary weakness, roused and horny again.
"Hey, is there room for one more?" Cherry asked, diving into the pile of struggling, striving flesh. Will and Tiffany showed her how much they appreciated her bringing them together.
Over and over, they showed each other until they were exhausted from their frenzied fucking. Cherry decided it was great working here. Really great.
CHAPTER SIX
"You know what to do. Get to it," Will said.
Cherry knew what to do, but she didn't want to. She licked her lips and then rubbed her hands on her flaring hips. She thrust out her chest so her tits pressed into the crisp, white blouse to make it apparent she wasn't wearing a bra. Will didn't seem to notice.
"We know. Come on, Cherry, let's get moving. We don't want to hold up the wedding."
Cherry was reluctant. She was feeling neglected. Business had been especially good since Will returned from the convention and had kept them all working long hours. She needed something more than a paycheck at the end of the week to make working at the Fancy Florist Shop worth her time.
She needed Will's cock-and lots of it as often as he could deliver.
"I'll stick around. We've been busy. Will might need me." Cherry watched the shop owner go into his office and reach over his desk. From this angle, she saw the swell at his crotch. She knew all the right things to do make it grow even bigger.
"No, you don't," insisted Tiffany. The blonde tossed her head, sending a long mane of hair rippling in the breeze coming through the open shop door. "I'll need all the help I can get. This is going to be one hot affair, if you know what I mean."
"But, Tiff, I-"
"Come along and let me show you a thing or two." Tiffany pulled her friend outside into the warm sunlight. Cherry had to turn and look back in longing at Will. Tiffany pushed her to the small truck already loaded with huge floral displays for a wedding.
"I know I've been bugging you about going on a delivery, but if I stay, maybe Will and I can get it on. Except for the time when he came back from his trip, we haven't been-" Cherry bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure Tiffany was the one to be discussing her sex life-or lack of it-with.
"Let me tell you about Will," Tiffany said, climbing into the truck. She wore a bright red miniskirt that rode up high on her tanned thigh. The blonde made no attempt to hide the fact she wasn't wearing any panties as she swung around behind the wheel.
"Are you going to give me a lecture?" Cherry sat beside her friend, staring ahead. It didn't seem fair. She wanted some action, and she wanted it with Will.
"I put the moves on him when I came to work. We got it on just once. I think I scared him. He's good when it comes to swinging that prick of his around, I will admit, but he frightens easily."
"I hadn't noticed."
"You might have made it with him a few times more than I did, but when you really get down and dirty with Will, he backs off. Just be glad for the times he does stick it to you," Tiffany said, grinding the gears and sending the truck rocketing into traffic. Cherry winced. Behind them, came the screeching of tires as other motorists braked to avoid hitting the truck.
"Yep," Tiffany said, "he's a good lay, but don't push him to perform every couple hours. Or even more than two or three times a day. He gets spooked and runs away."
"I need more than that," Cherry said, knowing there was something to what the blonde was saying. She had sensed that in Will.
"Enjoy him all you can, then come with me on the deliveries and get some really big action."
"At a wedding?" Cherry scoffed. "You must be kidding. All the women stand around teary-eyed and the guys look like deer you've spotlighted."
Tiffany clucked her tongue and shook her head as she took an abrupt right. "You really ought to get out more, love. Just let ol' Tiffany show you the way it really is at weddings."
They drove for another half-hour, arriving at a huge house with a gatekeeper. Tiffany flashed the guard a smile, and he directed them to the rear of the house. Tiffany drove around back, where a small fleet of catering trucks were parked side by side.
"This is going to be some affair," Cherry said. "These folks are loaded."
"And hung, and hung," Tiffany said with glee. "The wedding is in the garden out back. Let's get to work as fast as we can so we can take our time later."
Cherry wasn't sure what was going on, but she helped set up the floral displays alongside the simple white wooden bower. As she worked, she saw the women rushing here and there, paying no attention to anything around them. But when two guys in tuxedos came into the garden, she felt their eyes fixed firmly on all her sexiest spots.
Cherry couldn't help herself. She shoved her chest out just a bit more than usual to show off her fine tits. And when she bent over, she strained a bit more than usual to tighten the muscles in her ass and legs. Her calves were firm and sleek and every movement was calculated to be as sexy as possible.
"I enjoy this," she whispered to Tiffany. "Those two guys are watching us."
"Only watching?" Tiffany turned and waved to the men to come over. They quickly did.
"Afternoon, ladies," one said. Cherry saw the way he filled the tuxedo jacket with broad shoulders, bulging biceps and a chest that would feel great pressed down against her boobs. He was built like a jock-a sexual athlete waiting to perform. And if she was any judge, the bulge at his crotch was growing larger with every second.
"We need some advice," Tiffany said.
"That's why I'm here," said the one in front of Cherry. His eyes were locked on hers, and he grinned at her, a knowing grin that hinted at shared secrets. "After all, I'm the best man."
"like hell you are," said the other one, moving closer to Tiffany.
"You're not supposed to say anything for another hour, Ken," the best man said. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Heck."
"like Heck?" laughed Cherry.
She saw he wasn't offended. If anything, it pleased him. He said, "I do a lot of things like heck." The tall man moved closer and whispered in her ear, "Your skirt is riding up in back. Want me to help you adjust it?"
Cherry looked around to see what Tiffany would say, but Tiffany and Ken had vanished. The work was about done and calling the men over for advice had been a ruse. The churning in her pussy told her she needed a break-and cock.
"I think it's way too long. Goes too far down my legs, don't you agree?"
"I do," Heck said, his hand resting on the smooth curve of her ass cheek. He squeezed and guided her off to a hedgerow behind the bower. She went eagerly, especially when his hand sneaked beneath her short skirt and a long finger goosed her.
"Hmm, warm," he said in a soft voice when they were out of sight behind the hedge. "And getting warmer all the time." He kissed her with such passion that Cherry was almost bowled over.
She returned the kiss and lifted her leg so that it snaked around the man's waist. Heck reached down and stroked along her thigh, moving to her buttock and into the tight crevice between her ass cheeks.
His finger wiggled deeper and penetrated her ass-hole. She gasped at this intimate invasion. It felt good when he began moving it slowly in and out of her tightest passage, but she wanted more and told him.
"Cock," she said, "I want your cock!"
"Greedy bitch," he laughed. "There's something more exciting to do."
"What the Heck is it?" she replied.
"That's it, exactly," he said, laughing. He kissed her again, moved his lips to nibble at her ear lobe and then worked down. His tongue probed and pushed and prodded against her blouse. He unbuttoned the front and let her ample bosom come tumbling out.
"Such a sight," he said with glee. Then he applied his mouth to the lust-hard pebble topping the left breast. He sucked the nipple all the way into his mouth and gave it a good tongue lashing. Then he started sucking hard and pulled more and more of the tit flesh underneath into his mouth.
Cherry turned weak in the knees as emotions ripped through her. And with the finger still ass-fucking her, she was caught. Mouth. Finger. Sucking. Finger-fucking. It all robbed her of strength. She sagged to the grass and lay back.
"Can't keep working on your behind with you lying down," Heck said, "but that doesn't matter, because I see something even more delectable. Tasty, even."
"No, oh, yes, yes!" Cherry writhed on the grass as Heck pushed up her skirt to around her waist and gripped both her half moons of ass flesh in his strong hands. He lifted her butt off the ground and spread her willowy legs by pressing his head between them.
Cherry's cunt was exposed to his driving tongue.
She almost erupted in orgasm as Heck's tongue found her clit and toyed with it, then pushed aside her cunny lips and worked deep into her steamy interior. She was creaming hard and hot now, the juices leaking from her pussy. Heck lapped them all up. His rough tongue flew all over her most sensitive flesh.
And then he sucked. How he sucked on her clit! The tiny pink center of all her sensation filled with blood as he closed his lips around it. And when his tongue lightly brushed over the delicate nubbin, Cherry came.
She thrashed about, but Heck held her tightly and kept her from pulling away from his mouth.
"You're tasty," he said. "Tastier than any of the food the caterer brought."
"I want to do you," Cherry said, gasping for breath. All she could think about was getting a dick into her mouth and giving as much pleasure to the man as he had just given her.
"Don't get me too mussed up," he said. Heck pulled away from her and fumbled at his fly. Eagerly, hungrily, Cherry pounced on the thick fleshy stalk as it poked out from the dress pants.
Her lips closed firmly on the purpled tip, and her tongue went wild. She licked and stroked and sucked. How she sucked! Her cheeks went hollow with the suction as she worked her way down his length. Cherry got most of his cock into her mouth and deep-throated him before his balls slapped against her chin.
"Want to do more?" she heard Heck saying. Cherry wasn't sure what more she could do. She was getting off in a big way sucking his cock. It was thick and hard and throbbing with life. Then he began twisting on her. She tried to follow, then momentarily let him pull free of her mouth.
"Where are you going?" she asked, disappointed.
"To paradise," came the answer.
Cherry instantly knew what the man meant. His mouth clamped down again on her cunt. And he began an even faster, more exciting intrusion into her twat. His tongue pressed against her tender sex lips and then vanished all the way into her pussy.
His chin banged into her bottom and she gasped.
"Go on, suck," came the muffled order from the area of her crotch. It took Cherry a few seconds to realize Heck was telling her not to waste any more time. She situated herself flat on her back, made sure her legs were spread wide and then reached up to take the quivering pole just over her mouth.
Her lips gave to the man the same kind of pleasure he was giving her. Ripples of delight passed through her, starting with the quick-moving tongue working its way in and out of her cockpit. And when Heck's tongue wasn't hidden away inside her creaming cooze, it was licking avidly at her clit.
Try as she might, Cherry wouldn't keep up with the man. The desires mounting within her sleek body betrayed her before she could suck the man off. She arched her back and crammed her twat into his face as climax raced through her.
"Don't bite it off," he cautioned.
"Sorry," she panted, trembling from the intense cum that had shaken her so. She felt another building. Cherry vowed to get Heck off before she came again. It was only fair.
Tongue working furiously, she tried to poke it into the tiny hole at the tip of his prick. She failed, but trying excited both of them. She kissed the sensitive area just under the head of his cock, then licked, kissed and sucked her way down to the hairy bag holding his churning balls.
She abandoned the thick root and tried to pull his balls into her mouth. She almost succeeded, but the man moved away.
"What's wrong?" she asked, afraid she had done something to chase him off.
"We've got people watching us."
"And I'm inclined to say you are the best man," came Tiffany's laughing voice.
Cherry rolled to her side and saw Ken and Tiffany a few feet away. From the way their clothes hung carelessly, they had really been getting it on. But it could never match the oral sex she was having with Heck.
"Join us," the best man offered. "The more the merrier, right?"
"Right!" came Tiffany's eager cry.
The next thing Cherry knew, she, Tiffany and the two men were in a daisy chain on the ground. Cherry refused to give up her position at Heck's crotch. She loved the salty taste of his prick as it jerked and quivered under her tongue. And replacing Heck's mouth on her pussy was Ken's equally agile tongue.
"Hmm, this is one fine-tasting pussy," Ken said. "I want even more of it!"
Cherry gasped when the man shoved his tongue into her and rolled it around. He teased and tormented her, then performed the same trick on her go button that his friend had. Ken sucked in her clitoris until she shook like a leaf in a high wind. Trembling and weak, it was everything Cherry could do to keep sucking on Heck's thick love wand.
Turning her head a little, Cherry saw that the chain was unbroken. Heck worked avidly on Tiffany's blonde snatch and Tiffany gave head to Ken as if this might be the last time she would ever do it again.
Cherry realized this and let the feelings flow through her. Heck's cock exploded, pumping out its creamy white load. She sucked hard, taking every precious, pearly drop. And then she got off again.
For a moment, she simply lay as if stunned. Slowly, the numbness from her cum released her and left her wanting still more. But there wasn't time.
The men were already on their feet, zipping themselves up and straightening their imagine formal clothing.
"Got a wedding to attend, ladies," Heck said. "They can't get on with it until the best man shows up."
"Or the groom," Ken said. He blew her a kiss and then left quickly with Heck.
"Ken was the groom?" Cherry could hardly believe it.
Tiffany laughed in delight and said, "I told you weddings were something special. Come on, let's see what else we can get into-and get into us!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I don't believe it," Cherry whispered to Tiffany. "We were getting it on with those guys just a few minutes ago, and now Ken's getting married and Heck is his best man!"
"Told you weddings were great, didn't I?" The blonde ran her fingers over the petals of a gardenia decorating one edge of the bower. Her eyes were on a stud sitting alone at the rear of the rows of folding chairs put on the lawn.
"I wonder if the bride knows what she's getting by marrying him," Cherry said, still amazed at the sex she had had with the two men. "He's going to cheat on her the first chance he gets." She shook her head. Ken had cheated before he had made his vows.
What Tiffany said rocked Cherry even more.
"What makes you think she doesn't know-or that she wasn't getting some good loving at the same time?" The blonde smiled wickedly and tossed her head, sending her mane of honey hair over her shoulder.
"Why, nothing, I guess. It never occurred to me they were both getting their rocks off before they got married. They must be real swingers." Cherry saw nothing wrong with this but, wondered which of the studs in the audience the bride might have gotten it on with.
"I don't know for sure, but look at her. Does she have the look of a woman who has gone without sex for more than ten minutes?"
Cherry had to admit the bride looked radiant-and it was the kind of glow that came from a good fucking. She started to say something about this to her friend, but Tiffany was already moving away to sit beside the stud she had spotted.
Cherry marveled at the way Tiffany moved in on the guy. In a few minutes, the two of them were whispering to reach other as if they had known one another for years. Cherry turned from them for a moment and when she looked back, Tiffany and the guy were gone.
They had to decorate the tent across the lawn for the reception, and Cherry didn't want to do it by herself. She pursed her lips and then determined she was going to drag Tiffany back to do her job. As much as she hated taking the blonde away from a good lay, they had work to do.
But where should she look?
Cherry tried the hedges again, thinking Tiffany might have dragged the hunk in there to get it on. As she edged along carefully to keep from stumbling over her friend if she should be screwing like a rabbit, she listened hard. The sounds of the wedding were all she heard.
"Where'd you go?" Disgusted, Cherry gave up hunting for Tiffany and went to the tent to begin work. After ten minutes of stringing garlands and placing floral displays, Cherry grew increasingly angry at her sexy blonde friend.
"It's not fair sticking me with all the work while you have all the fun," she grumbled.
"What can I do to help?"
Cherry spun about, startled. A man only a few years older than Cherry stood behind her, looking forlorn. He had a receding hairline, but on him it looked sexy. And everything else about him appealed to the dark-haired woman.
"I didn't know anyone could overhear me," she said. "Sorry if I-"
"There's no reason to apologize. I take it your assistant left you in the lurch to do all the work."
"Actually," Cherry said, "I'm the assistant.
I shouldn't gripe. It's a good job." She eyed the man again, then added, "It's a great job."
"You have a good eye for these arrangements," he said, walking around, touching the flowers until he found one that suited him. He plucked it from the display and stuck it in the lapel on his coat.
"My name's Garth Benson."
Cherry introduced herself, and noticed how reluctant Garth was to release her hand after shaking it. His fingers stroked over her hand. And she liked the way he touched her. She liked it a lot.
"I work for the Fancy Florist Shop," she said, not sure exactly what to say. When Garth finally released her hand, she did not step back. They stood close together, neither willing to say anything more. To Cherry's delight, words weren't really necessary. An electric spark passed between them.
Some called it chemistry. Cherry didn't try to put a name to it. She felt comfortable with Garth-and excited. From what the woman could tell, he shared her desires.
"Are you about done here?" Garth asked.
"I suppose I've done all I can. Are you in the wedding party?"
"Just a friend of the family," he said. He ran his hand through his thinning, sandy hair and smiled boyishly. "That is a lucky break for me. I can take the time to talk to you.
Cherry started to tell Garth what had happened with the groom and his best man and stopped. She didn't want to scare him off, not if the two of them could get something going. The electricity grew between them and jolted her when he reached out to lightly brush her cheek.
Cherry closed her eyes for a second and pursed her lips. She made a wish and got it immediately. Garth kissed her. It started as a tender kiss, then grew in passion and power. His brawny arms circled her body and pulled her closer.
Tits crushing against his chest, the woman opened her lips just a little. His tongue rushed in to tangle erotically with hers. Then they played hide and seek, tongues darting about as their passions rose like the burning sun in the sky.
Breathing hard, Cherry pulled back. In a husky voice she said, "Not here, not in public. Let's find somewhere more private and-"
"And?" taunted Garth. "What's wrong with here?"
"People will see us!"
Garth grinned wickedly and said, "Good. I want people to see me with such a foxy babe." Hands around her waist, he maneuvered her around a table to stand behind the three-tier wedding cake. In the distance, Cherry heard the wedding ceremony still in progress. It wouldn't be long before the bride and groom were married and the guests began coming into the tent for the reception.
And then they would see more than a wedding. They would get a preview of what the wedding night would be like.
"Please, this isn't right. If anyone sees me like this, I'll lose my job."
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. I'll make it worth your while." Garth kissed her neck, and his tongue shot out into her ear. Cherry sighed. It felt so good, and she had been thinking it was about time to get some long, hot cock moving into her again. Sucking Heck's cock and being eaten out by Ken had set her afire. Now she needed someone to stoke those fires to the point she melted down.
If Cherry was any judge, Garth was just that guy.
The wedding cake might hide them from casual view but not for long.
"Hurry," she urged. "I want it fast! Burn me up inside." Cherry reached down and fumbled at the man's fly. The zipper stuck for a moment. In her rush, she tore off a bit of cloth getting his prick free.
But it was worth the small damage. The fleshy log thrust out and beckoned to her. Mouth watering, Cherry dropped down to give him head. But he stopped her. Hands under her arms, he lifted her back to her feet.
"Not that, not now. I want something else. I couldn't help but notice that fine ass of yours."
His hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed suggestively. Cherry moved closer, rubbing her crotch against his. She felt the unfettered prick moving against her miniskirt. She hiked it up to expose her naked gash.
"Not there, either. Your ass. I want to fuck you up the ass." He spun her around so fast she reached out to grab the table to keep her balance. Leaning forward caused Cherry to thrust her butt backward into the man's pecker.
She gasped when she felt the cylinder of hot flesh pressing between her ass cheeks. Cherry closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again when she heard people coming. Two servers from the caterer passed through the tent, hardly noticing her. And the wedding went on out on the lawn.
"Do it," she sobbed. "Take me hard all the way up the back."
"I need a second," Garth said. His cock vanished from the warm berth between her meaty white half-moons. She glanced back and saw the man slipping on a rubber. And then her head snapped around forward as his rubber-sheathed manhood surged back between her ass cheeks.
"There, oh, yes, there," she sighed with joy as she felt the tip of his pecker tapping against her puckered anus.
"Relax and let me in," he whispered in her ear. He nibbled on the lobe and started working down to her neck. As his mouth worked on her neck, his hands came up under her crisp white blouse to cup her breasts. Fingers found the coppery nipples and squeezed hard. He pulled back, crushing her boobs until Cherry was gasping with ecstasy.
And then she was sent into orbit as his cock finally pushed past her tensed ass-hole and into her tight rear passage.
"So good, so tight all around me. I knew you had a fuckable ass the instant I saw you," Garth groaned out. One hand stayed on her tits, moving from left to right, as his other dropped to circle the dark-haired woman's waist. This way, he could pull her back into the circle of his groin every time his hips shoved forward.
Speed and strength of his fucking doubled this way, he began slipping in and out of her ass-hole faster and faster. The friction of his hard cock against her most sensitive flesh turned on Cherry in a big way. She was filled to overflowing. Rapture blasted into her trim body with every thrust.
"More, more," she begged.
"You got it, babe. Here it comes. Here I cum!"
"No, no," she cried. "Don't cum yet!"
The man's thick pecker drove even deeper into her. Lightning bolts blasted into Cherry's brain. When Garth's hand dropped from her waist to her snatch, she experienced the most powerful cum ever.
He ran his finger over her clit. The tiny pink bud was still tingly from the sucking Heck and Ken had given it. When his finger stroked over her clit, she couldn't hold back. This, the feel of his cock racing up her back, the way his hand crushed her tits, all of it conspired to rob her of control.
Cherry felt like a machine gun as she came repeatedly. One orgasm had barely died when something else triggered a new cum.
His racing, butt-fucking pecker. His finger on her clit. The way he fondled, her tit flesh. Even the wet, darting tongue moving on the back of her neck. All of it set Cherry off repeatedly with the best sex she could remember.
"Now, now," she gasped out.
"Oh, yeah," came the man's reply. He arched his back and sent his prong hard into her anus. His upper thighs crushed her ass flesh as he sailed far up her ass-hole. And she knew this was the stroke that did it for Garth.
Deep within her, Cherry felt the huge plug of flesh tremble and twitch and buck as it spewed out its creamy load. She bent forward and shoved her butt backward so he would stay buried all the way in her. Then she rotated her rump to give him even more of a thrill.
Cherry enjoyed the feelings, even after so many cums had rattled her, but a small sensation built deep within her and gnawed away at her guts. But it was too late to satisfy this yearning. The long prick slid from her, limp after so much fine ass-fucking.
"That was super," she said. Cherry sucked in her breath when she saw that the wedding was over and guests were making their way into the tent. She had hoped they might be able to go at it again. Not now with people so close. "Hurry, here they come."
"Good for them. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves as much as we have?"
"No, Garth, the guests. They'll see us." Cherry felt frantic at being discovered, and not a little bit horny from the unsated lust the man had reignited within her. "Let them," he said.
"What are you doing? Don't!" Cherry yelped as he pulled up her wrinkled blouse over her protuberant tits and bent her forward again. She felt the cool, creamy icing from the wedding cake smearing across her turgid nipples.
As quickly as the man dipped her into the towering three-tiered cake, he swung her around and bent her over again. But, this time, he didn't take her up the rear. Instead, his tongue licked off the icing with long, rough laps, sending Cherry into orgasm. She shuddered all over and sagged. He caught her, supporting her until she regained her senses.
"You know all the right things to do," she said. "That was fabulous."
"It was," Garth said. "And who knows? It might get even better a second time."
Before Cherry could say she was willing, anywhere and at any time, the man zipped himself up and strolled off, whistling a tune. He mingled with the guests and was soon lost to sight.
Cherry got to the rear of the tent and sat on a low stool, not sure whether she ought to be happy at the best sex she had ever had or sad that the man had simply wandered off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cherry looked everywhere for Garth in the reception crowd, but didn't see him. After a while, she stopped being so obviously interested in finding him. She resigned herself to moving floral displays around, being sure any of the wedding party had bouquets or single flowers if they wanted them. Bored quickly with this, Cherry simply stared into space a lot. Finally, she worked with Tiffany to remove the last of the flower displays from the tent when the reception began winding down.
"This has been one fine party," the blonde said smugly. She cupped her ample tits and lifted, then moved her hands down to her snatch and stroked over it with obvious gusto. She purred like a contented kitten given a bowl of fresh cream.
"Yeah, fine," Cherry said. She wasn't sure why she was so down. The oral sex with Heck and Ken had been fun, and letting Garth fuck her up the ass had been great enough to remember a long, long time.
"Come on, Cherry, give. What's wrong? I've scored three times!" Tiffany was bubbling over with real excitement and wanted to share it with her friend. "Not only the groom and best man-you were there in the daisy chain-but a guy who lives in Colorado and another who flew in from Paris just for this bash. Did he ever show me a few tricks."
"He's French?"
"You know what they say about the French. They really know how to use their tongues-everywhere!" Tiffany rubbed her crotch even harder and smiled knowingly. She piled the flowers onto a tarp and started dragging them toward the truck. "So why are you so glum?"
Cherry told her about Garth and how thrilling it had been taking him all the way up her rear passage.
"And you're sorry you didn't get more? Wise up," Tiffany told her. "Enjoy it while it's happening, then just walk away and never expect anything else. You really mess up your head when you start thinking about what might be. Live for the moment. I do."
"I suppose you're right," Cherry said. This didn't help buoy her spirits too much. She and Tiffany piled the fragrant displays in the rear of the delivery truck. The bride and groom had requested that the flowers be sent to a hospital to cheer up patients.
Cherry wished someone would show her a little charity by helping her find Garth again. Why hadn't he bothered finding her? Maybe he lived by the same principle Tiffany did. Live for the moment. Take what you can and be glad for it.
"Hey, Cherry, look at that." Tiffany nudged the dark-haired woman in the ribs with her elbow and pointed toward the house. Ken and his bride slipped out the back door and kissed.
Ken's hands pressed into the woman's tits and then moved lower until he got under her full skirt. On his knees, he began feeling his bride up. She closed her eyes and sighed, propping herself against the back wall of the house.
"He is a charmer," Tiffany said. "A silver-tongued fox."
"Looks like the fox is going after a little pussy in the bushes," Cherry said. Seeing the man vanish under the full skirt and knowing what he did under there caused her own cunny to begin to churn and boil again. His wet, probing tongue had set her afire.
She sat in the rear door of the truck, her fingers pressing into her own gash. Moisture seeped out and left a damp spot on the front of her miniskirt. Cherry looked down guiltily. It wouldn't do for anyone to see such a stain.
"It doesn't matter," Tiffany told her. "We're all covered with sap from the flowers. It's just another spot for the cleaners to get out."
Cherry nodded idly, watching the commotion under the bride's skirts as Ken ate out the woman. Loud lapping sounds echoed across to the truck from the orally engaged pair. Cherry started to wonder if Ken was going to wait to leave on the honeymoon before performing his husbandly duties.
If he put it to his new bride right out there on the lawn, Cherry was torn between sitting and watching them get it on and leaving. Somehow, the sight of the other woman's enjoyment filled her with an emptiness rather than pleasure. Cherry wanted more than she had, and she wanted it now.
"Want to spy on them or get out of here and find some action of our own?" Tiffany was uncertain, too, about what they ought to do. She licked her ruby lips and obviously got off on watching others fuck, but there was such a thing as giving newlyweds privacy.
"If they wanted to be alone, they wouldn't be getting it on in plain view," Cherry said.
But she stood and nodded to Tiffany. "Let's go on back to the shop. Will might still be there. Or Hank."
"You and the college guy hit it off, didn't you? I like his looks, but with so many studs out there, I haven't had time to see what he can do. Is Hank a good lay?"
"Pretty good. Not as good as Will, but pretty good. I think Hank's too tired from working and going to school all the time to be able to devote one hundred percent to his fucking."
"I know the type. Greasy grinds," Tiffany said. As she started for the driver's side, a voice called out.
"Hey, wait a second, you two. We need to talk."
Tiffany and Cherry turned back and saw that Ken had emerged from under his wife's flowing white wedding dress. Bride and groom came over, the woman walking carefully as if her twat was sore.
Cherry guessed that it might be from a recent tongue lashing. She knew how good Ken could be when it came to eating pussy.
"What can we do for you? Want to keep some of the flowers for the honeymoon suite?" asked Tiffany.
"No, no, they all go to the hospital. The patients will enjoy them more than we ever could." Ken looked from Tiffany and Cherry to his new wife. "There's something else Barbara and I would like to ask you. Strictly personal, not business," he hastily added.
Cherry was curious. "What is it?"
She stared at the green-eyed bride with some admiration. The woman was a dark blonde with captivating eyes and a figure that wouldn't quit. Her up-thrusting tits threatened to force their way out the front of her frilly wedding dress. The woman's trim waist gave way to flaring hips, and Cherry could only guess what Ken found so enticing under the floor-length skirts.
Cherry found Barbara returning her gaze with something more than interest. There was an animal heat in the sultry stare that made her breath come a little quicker. It was as if they both studied each other-and liked what they saw.
"Barbara saw you and wondered if you, uh, might like to join us for a while."
"Join you?" asked Cherry. "I don't understand. At the reception? It's about over."
"Most everyone's gone. This would be just us. Barbara thinks you are a really sexy lady-and I told her what you can do."
Cherry was shaken at such honesty. Ken had already told his bride of hours about getting a blow job from a clerk from a florist shop.
"What did you have in mind?" Tiffany moved closer. "A little help on your wedding night?"
"Just a quickie," Ken said.
"I want her," Barbara said in a husky voice. "She turns me on big time. I want to feel her mouth all over me like you said she did for you, Ken. And I want to taste her pussy. You said it was great. I believe you, darling husband." The fire in Barbara's green eyes caused Cherry to take a step forward, as if she could warm herself in such a carnal gaze.
"You and me?" Cherry asked in a low voice. "What about Ken?"
"He and your friend can find something to occupy themselves. If you don't mind, let them watch. Or whatever. But I want you," Barbara said. The hunger in her words was unmistakable.
Cherry was speechless. Her innards churned and began to turn liquid in anticipation of the woman's tongue moving all over her gooey gash.
"Now!"
"All right," Cherry heard someone saying. Then she realized she had spoken. The voice sounded distant and hardly recognizable. She reached out and placed a hand on Barbara's cheek. The honey blonde turned and kissed her palm, then began working her way up the arm until she found Cherry's mouth.
Ruby lips crushed against equally red ones in a lesbian kiss. Cherry had met a lot of men who knew how to kiss, but none had the technique Barbara showed. Her tongue darted lightly hither and yon, touching the tip of Cherry's tongue before vanishing in an erotic hide-and-seek game.
Cherry moved even closer. Her breasts crushed against the crinkly front of the wedding dress. Beneath the layers of cloth, she felt Barbara's tit flesh quivering in response. They were overdressed for what they both wanted to do.
"Where?" gasped out Cherry.
"Here. In the drive. Who'll see? Who'll care?" Barbara was completely aroused and ready to apply her mouth to a dark-furred gash.
She pulled Cherry closer, her mouth devouring the dark-haired woman's.
"Let's go out there," suggested Tiffany. "Back to the hedgerow. It's kinda sexy doing it in the grass."
Barbara could hardly restrain herself, and Cherry felt the same way. The blonde's eyes devoured her, just as Cherry wanted to devour the blonde's pussy. By the time they had returned to the place where Heck, Ken, Tiffany and Cherry had gotten it on before the wedding, Barbara had shed her dress.
Cherry's eyes widened at the gorgeous sight. The woman had dressed for the wedding night under the wedding gown. Barbara wore stockings and a garter belt, no panties and a lacy, frilly corset that held her tits firmly.
But it was the blonde patch glistening with dewdrops that held Cherry's attention. She dropped to her knees and bent forward. Her hands ran over the blonde's slender legs, stroking the white stockinged thighs as she moved closer. Her nose wrinkled at the pungent aroma from the aroused gash.
Then Cherry dived down into the muff, licking and tonguing furiously. She heard Barbara gasp with pleasure. Cherry locked her hands on the blonde's fleshy ass cheeks and pulled her forward so she could bury her face even deeper into the tasty snatch.
"That's it, oh, yeah. I knew she was going to be good. No, no, she's great. I'm tingling all over!" cried Barbara. Her fingers dropped down to the top of Cherry's head and laced through her long dark hair. She began moving Cherry this way and that so she would give the maximum stimulation.
Cherry's tongue probed deeply, finding the salty interior hidden between blonde fleece-lined sex lips. But the woman pulled back a little and saw the pink bud of Barbara's clitoris growing firm with lust. Cherry clamped her lips on this and sucked for all she was worth. The response was immediate.
Barbara let out a gasp and clamped her thighs down hard on either side of the dark-haired girl's head. For a moment, Cherry was wonderfully blind and deaf, knowing nothing but the taste of cunt juices on her tongue. The slick flow of sex flesh suddenly vanished from under her lips.
"What's wrong?" she demanded, thinking Barbara wanted to stop.
"Quiet. Keep eating. And spread those legs!" Barbara ordered. She twisted around until she could put her head between Cherry's legs and nibble at her cunt lips.
Cherry felt a double dose of stimulation now. Eating out Barbara was fun, but having the other woman duplicate what she did was a real treat. Cherry's oral organ speared out and slipped back quickly. She tongue-fucked the other woman as hard and fast as she could. And then she would kiss and lick and suck hard on the clit poking up at the juncture of the pussy lips.
They began rolling over and over on the ground, legs holding the other's head firmly and their bodies striving for the maximum pleasure possible.
By reaching up, Cherry captured twin mounds of corset-hidden tit flesh. She pressed her palms against the summits of Barbara's ample boobs until the honey blonde gasped with joy.
"Keep sucking. Don't stop. I'm so close," moaned out Barbara. Her entire body went rigid and then shivered as if she had a fever when Cherry reached up and shoved her finger all the way up the woman's ass-hole at the same time she fucked her tongue deep into her cunt.
The combination was enough to set off a chain reaction. Barbara came, sucked in hard on Cherry's clit and caused the dark-haired girl to explode in orgasm. Their climax mutual, they rolled over and over and finally came to a halt, sweaty and panting from their passionate mouth fucking.
"Look at that," Barbara said. "He won't let me do that, but he lets your friend give him a hand job."
Ken stood with his eyes closed and face lifted to the sky as if he wanted to howl. Tiffany's hand flew up and down his rigid pole, pulling and stroking and stimulating. And then she moved closer so she could catch up the hairy bag holding his balls in her mouth.
As she jacked him off, her tongue worked on his sac, batting his balls all around. like a fountain Ken, spewed forth his cum.
Barbara laughed with delight and went to her husband. She greedily clamped her mouth on the tip of the spewing cock and sucked. Cherry wasn't sure, but she thought Ken's cum lasted a lot longer than usual with this double ministration by the two blondes.
"Tasty," the honey blonde cried. "You've got a tasty fountain flowing! Don't stop now. Don't you dare stop, Ken!"
And then the four of them tangled arms and legs and cunts and cock in a mixture that got Cherry off a couple times. Every possible combination of pussy and cock and mouth were tried, at least in passing, and Cherry lost track of time as they enjoyed each other sexually. By the time she and Tiffany left, she wondered how Ken and Barbara could possibly do anything but sleep the rest of the night.
As they drove off, Tiffany looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Take a quick look back, Cherry. You won't believe it."
Cherry would have thought her friend was lying if she had told her Ken had another quivering, long boner and was fucking his new wife again after all they had done already. But the couple lay in the road, screwing their brains out.
"That's going to be one hell of a marriage," Cherry said. "How will either of them ever get enough?"
Tiffany's only answer was a delighted laugh as she said, "Who knows when they'll want more flowers?"
CHAPTER NINE
"Wow, I can't help thinking about the wedding," said Cherry. "That was about the best I've ever gone to. And I was even paid to go!"
Will looked at her strangely. "You make it sound like the society event of the year. They were well off, but they weren't filthy rich."
"They didn't have to be," Cherry said dreamily. Her pussy ached every time she thought of the way Barbara's tongue had touched her-and how she had eaten out the blonde bride.
More than this, she shivered with delight thinking of Garth behind her, his long pecker slipping between her meaty ass cheeks and going all the way up her rectum. The fire that had ignited wouldn't be put out for a long time. She just wished she could have found him again and demanded another try. If he could do that to her ass-hole, what would he do shoved ball-deep up her cooze?
Cherry wanted to find out.
"Any deliveries you have to that house, be sure to let me know first," Cherry said.
"Sorry, Tiffany's already put in a claim for the job. You two must have really liked that place," Will said, shaking his head.
"The house was okay," Cherry said, "but we didn't get a chance to go into it. We were out in the yard."
"Right, in a tent. I forgot." Will frowned. "Didn't realize you were into nature and all that."
"Great lawn, wonderful hedges," sighed Cherry. She turned to face her boss. She was beginning to feel hollow inside again. Will had the very thing that would make her forget the fine times she had at the wedding-if only he would let her work on him a little bit.
"Come on into your office, Will," she said, moving closer. Her hand grabbed for his crotch and gave it a squeeze. "We can do things together that will-"
"Cherry, not now. We've got business to do." Will looked uncomfortable and Cherry wondered what was wrong. She asked.
"I shouldn't be telling you this, but the Fancy Florist Shop isn't paying its bills. We have a lot of business, sure, but the overhead is killing me. How can I think about pussy when all I can worry about is losing my ass?"
"Maybe that's your problem. You can't think creatively how to get out of the hole because you haven't been putting this into another kind of hole. One like this." Cherry turned and hiked her short skirt to show her panties-clad rump. A quick tug pulled the silk down to expose her buns.
"You and Tiffany are too much for me," groaned Will.
"Let me show you what's too much," pleaded Cherry. "I need to get my mind off other things, too. We can forget our troubles together." Nothing sounded better to her at the moment. It had been a couple days since the wedding, and she and Will hadn't screwed since the day before that.
Too, too long. But that was something she would never say about Will's prick.
The phone rang and Will snatched it like a buzzard swooping on a noontime meal. Cherry sighed and backed off when it was obvious Will was talking business. That was all he thought of, she decided. He enjoyed screwing with her, but not as much as keeping the business running.
She looked around the Fancy Florist Shop and decided a guy needed something to bring in the bucks, but he also needed some hot and heavy recreation. Will was getting everything out of proportion. With some good loving, he might do better at bringing in business.
Cherry smiled broadly at the idea she could motivate him to do better by giving him head. Her lips wrapped around that thick plug of cock flesh she'd sucked. Or the feel of his hardness penetrating her and going all the way into her cunt.
The dark-haired woman closed her eyes and ran her hands over the smooth curves of her butt. Memories flooded back of how Garth had slipped his fuck pole all the way up her ass-hole. The carnal heat from that back door fucking was un-like anything she had felt before.
How she wanted more!
Cherry blinked when Will shook her.
"Snap out of it. We've got a huge one."
"You do have a huge one," she agreed, looking at Will's jeans. They bulged, but not the way she had hoped. But she could do something about that-fast.
"Stop it," he said, batting her hand away as she reached for his balls. "I mean, we have a big party to decorate. This is the best order I've ever received. Big, really big. Get Hank working in the back. Call Tiffany and get her in from the deliveries. Get to work. They want it this afternoon. No time, no time," muttered Will, walking away in a daze.
Cherry glanced at the notepad beside the phone and let out a low whistle. She thought the money spent on Ken and Barbara's wedding had been a lot. This was five times that. Will could keep the store open for months and months and never sell another rosebud with this kind of job.
The rest of the day sailed by in a rush as everyone in the shop worked to get the order together. Will even asked Cherry and Tiffany to go home to change into something appropriate for a imagine dress party.
"How do I look?" Cherry asked her blonde friend. She stroked over the sleek lines of her tight-fitting dress. The hemline came to mid-thigh, longer than she usually wore, but far too short for a high society party.
"You'll knock 'em dead with that outfit," Tiffany said, critically eyeing the way the scoop neckline showed off Cherry's tits to the fullest. Fleshy melons threatened to bulge out the top, giving a great view of her creamy tits.
"You're better dressed than I am. That black dress looks super, and I love the way it's slit all the way to your thigh."
"Only to the thigh? Oh, no. The fabric got tangled up. There," Tiffany said, fixing it. The slit opened all the way to her waist, showing she wore no panties, not even a thong. For something that covered most of the slinky blonde's body, this was both provocative and incredibly sexy. As she moved, teasing views of her tan leg showed. And the promise of seeing even more would keep every guy at the party interested.
"Everything's loaded into the truck," Will announced, coming from the back of the store. He wore a business suit with a jaunty flower pinned to his lapel. "Let's get over there."
"All of us?" asked Cherry. "Tiff and I can handle it."
"I'm supervising this one. It means the difference between bankruptcy or staying in business," Will said.
"Whatever you say, boss," Tiffany said, leaning over to sniff at the flower at his lapel. She exposed her tits to him as she moved. Before Will could say anything, Tiffany was out the door and heading for the truck.
Cherry didn't like her friend baiting Will this way, but she knew how frustrating it had been for Tiffany. She had wanted to put out for their boss, and Will kept her at arm's length.
The drive to the mansion where the party was to be held went quickly. Cherry was pleased to see it was in the same neighborhood as the wedding. The people here might choose Fancy Florist Shop over others if word got around that Will delivered.
Cherry found herself smiling and thinking of what else she and Tiffany might deliver. Heck might be at the party. Or Ken and his bride, if they hadn't gone off to Europe or Hawaii to fuck their brains out.
And, Cherry admitted, she hoped Garth would be there. She wanted more of what he had to offer.
"We're hardly dressed for this kind of work. We ought to have worn our grungies," Tiffany complained as she helped Will unload the flowers from the truck. Will only muttered. Seeing there was little else to do, Cherry carried the potted plants and displays into the house.
The place was even fancier than she had thought. Everywhere was marble flooring, oil paintings on the walls, fine furniture. She quickly found the room where the party would be held, a room bigger than her entire apartment.
They set everything up around the caterers, then stepped back to look at the room.
"It's about perfect," Will declared. "Except for that door. We ought to have brought another couple pots of gardenias."
"Go get them. We'll hold the fort," Tiffany said. Cherry saw her friend was eyeing one of the studs working for the caterer. With his strong arms, big chest and slim waist, he had the look of a man who could fuck all night and never tire. And if Tiffany got to him, he probably would.
"Right. You two mingle and drum up business. I won't be gone too long. Only take a few minutes to prepare the flowers, yeah." Mumbling to himself Will left.
"He's losing it," Cherry said.
"And I am sure this is the night I lose my virginity," Tiffany said.
Cherry had to laugh. "I've heard of them transplanting hearts but never anything about transplanting that."
"Whatever gets that guy hard," Tiffany said, walking in a slinky, sexy walk across the room. A few guests were arriving and it would be a while before either Tiffany or her chosen stud were missed. Cherry saw them vanish in the direction of the kitchen and knew they were going there to get it on.
"If you can't stand the heat, don't go in the kitchen," Cherry said to herself.
"Good advice."
Cherry swung around. A wide grin spread on her face. "Garth! You were invited to the party!"
"Invited? Well, you could say that."
"Who's throwing this bash? It really is something special."
"Who? See that woman over there? That's Emma."
"She must be fabulously rich to live here," Cherry said, studying the tall woman across the room. A stunning brunette, Emma moved with the grace and style of a high fashion model. And the peach-colored dress she wore had to have come from some Paris designer. It clung to her every curve and accented the flare of her hips and ass, her long willowy legs, and even managed to show off a pair of tits about the size of firm apples to good advantage.
"She's stunning," Cherry said.
"I think so," Garth said, "but there is another woman in the room who is even more desirable."
"Who? Where?" Cherry looked around for the knockout Garth mentioned. The few guests who had arrived were all older and none of them, in spite of their imagine clothing, qualified. Compared to Emma, they were drab and dull.
"Here," Garth said, moving behind her. His hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed. "Here is the loveliest creature in the room."
Cherry closed her eyes and was taken back to the wedding and the way he had reamed out her ass. The same feelings built within her again. Even to the heat around her anus, it was all coming back to her.
But it was only memory. She wanted the real thing.
"Where can we go? Just for a few minutes," she said, her tits rising and falling with excitement. The dark-haired woman could hardly contain her rampaging emotions.
"You mean you only want a quickie? I had thought we might stretch it out a little longer."
"I'll stretch this out a little longer any time you want," Cherry said, moving closer to Garth. Her fingers stroked over the swelling in his pants.
"Over there," Garth said, pointing to a door near the hallway leading to a broad staircase.
Cherry thought he meant they should go up the stairs to the second floor. An empty bedroom would be perfect for what she had in mind. Garth had different ideas. As she passed the door to the coat closet, he opened it and pulled her inside.
The closet was larger than she expected, but it still restricted her movement. She wanted to thrash about, to moan and enjoy the feel of his cock racing in and out.
"Suck on it," he said. "You can't let it go untended after your come-on."
Willingly, Cherry sank down and found her skirt too tight. She had to hike it up around her waist to kneel in front of Garth's fly. She ran down the zipper and gasped at the sight of the one-eyed monster leaping out. Without hesitating, she clamped her lips around the purpled head of his dick and began sucking.
The man moaned and sagged back against the closet wall. His hands roamed over her head, stroking and guiding her in the rhythm he most wanted.
"Go, baby, go. You give great head."
The words excited Cherry. She loved the taste of his pecker. The hardness throbbed with life under her tongue. Her lips kissed and caressed and sucked and gave pleasure to both of them.
She even snared a tiny drop of pre-cum that beaded on the tip of his tool.
"No more. If you suck any more, I'll get off."
"There's nothing wrong with that," she said.
"I want you to get even more from this," he said, reaching down and taking hold of his fleshy stalk. He pulled it away from her eager mouth and then let Cherry stand. He pulled her forward. With her skirt hiked up around her waist, her pussy was exposed.
His hand ran over her gash and felt the moistness there.
"You want me," he said. "You want me bad."
"Yes, Garth, yes." Cherry put her arms around the man's neck and leaned against him. His fingers stroked over her bare legs and tugged at the thong bikini she wore. He pushed it to one side of her fleece-rimmed sex hole. And immediately his bulky cock homed in on the superheated target they both wanted hit.
Cherry gasped as he penetrated her fully. His cock sailed up into her pussy, never stopping until their bodies crushed together. Once hidden all the way up her fuck tunnel, he began grinding his hips in a slow circle. He stirred his cock against her most sensitive flesh.
Cherry thought she would come apart with the pressure mounting inside her. Sucking his dick had been good, but this was better. His thick plug of man flesh filled her to overflowing.
"Fuck me good, fuck hard, hard!"
He tormented her by not obeying. He withdrew from her twat slowly. Inch by inch, the man pulled his cock from her clinging cunt. A lewd sucking noise aroused Cherry even more as the cock slipped free.
Her pussy lips quivered from the blood pumping into them. She reached between her legs and pressed down hard on her clit. The tiny pink bud trembled as much as her body.
Cherry threw her head back and groaned in ecstasy as he fucked back into her. With an excruciating slowness, he fucked in and out. Every inch of his prick sent tremors into Cherry's body. She tensed around him and felt the big blue vein on the top of his shaft. It throbbed with every beat of his heart.
And the sides and head and all of his cock-she felt it all as he slowly buried himself and then pulled back.
"Faster," she pleaded. "Burn me up with your cock. Do it, do it!"
His hands caught her tits and squeezed. She continued to diddle her own clit. And his cock. It teased and tormented and fucked her with such a leisurely pace, she was pushed over the brink of orgasm.
Clinging to him, Cherry shoved her hips down to take as much of his cock into her pussy as possible. He kept moving at the same pace, even when orgasm racked her slender body. Cherry started to cry out in passion, but Garth's lips locked on hers in a deep kiss. Muffled, confined, she struggled to thrash around.
Pinned in the small closet, his cock fucking her like a machine, everything came together and Cherry let the cum rip her senses apart.
She slumped against him, limp and wrung out sexually. There had been none of the wild, frantic fucking she had wanted. But it had been great. Being in the small, dark closet had made her feel all tied up, and the way Garth had fucked her with such deliberation had given her a bigger cum than if they had been in a huge bed.
"That was super, Garth. I-" She stopped, her eyes widening when she saw that the man hadn't gotten off. His cock was as long and stiff as when he had been hidden away in her pussy.
"No," he said, as she reached for his knobbed organ.
"Why not? I want you to enjoy."
"Hush," he said. "I liked that. And we're both going to love the second course. Come on."
With that, Garth opened the door and peered out. He jerked on her hand and pulled her from the closet. Cherry tried to pull down her skirt to cover her snatch, but the man would have none of it. His prick bobbing at full staff and her bare beaver exposed for any to see, they rushed up the broad marble staircase to the mansion's second floor.
CHAPTER TEN
"Someone will see us," Cherry protested as Garth dragged her along the upper hallway. Breeze from the open front door gusted past her bare bottom. She was even more aware of how her black-furred cunny was displayed to anyone looking up for the entry way.
"You want them to see you? No problem. We can go back and dangle that fine ass of yours over the railing. The guests are just now arriving. That would set the mood for the party, wouldn't it?" Garth's eyes glinted with merriment at this suggestion.
Cherry had to chuckle at this. Mooning all these rich people as they came in appealed to her. But the sight of Garth's cock appealed even more. She had tasted it and felt what it could do in her pussy. If she had to choose, she knew what she would pick.
She was hungry for more pecker.
"I want to get you off. I want you to enjoy fucking as much as I do."
Garth smiled. "Babe, I enjoyed every second of it downstairs. I was holding back so we could keep going a little longer." He pulled her to him and kissed her. His tongue leaped into her mouth and stroked over hers before leaving. Garth began working down her neck and pushed aside the neckline of her dress as he lavished her tits with wet, sloppy kisses.
"This is plenty long enough for me," she said, stroking along his bobbing dick.
"In here," he said, flinging open a door to a large bedroom. The lights were off and Cherry didn't get a good look at the furnishings. Garth hurried her through the room with unerring sense of where chairs and tables were and out onto a balcony looking over the back yard.
"Wow," Cherry said, staring down at the tiny lagoon with waterfalls, the rolling meadows, the vast expanse of land. "This must have cost plenty."
"It did," he said, moving to her. His hands stroked over her thighs and hooked around the thin string holding her bikini brief in place. He plucked it off. Cherry winced as the string cut into her flesh. Then she forgot about the tiny pang as his finger invaded her.
Garth's middle finger pressed against her engorged cunt lips, played there a few seconds, and finally plunged into her moist interior. Wiggling his finger inside her gooey pussy aroused her until she was gasping again.
"I can't believe it," she panted out in lust. "I just got off. I can't believe you're turning me on again so fast. I enjoy sex, but it usually takes longer to build up to this point."
"Renewable resource," Garth whispered hotly as he licked along her neck, nibbled at an ear lobe and thrust his tongue into her ear.
Cherry backed up, her ass resting against the balcony railing. Her legs spread so the man could move in closer. His prick pressed between her trembling cunt lips, slowly moving up and down, but not going all the way into her.
Lifting her shapely legs, she placed her feet on the railing on either side of her hips. This opened her snatch completely. Garth's arms circled her to keep her from falling off.
And then she cried out in stark joy. His prick plunged into her like a torpedo shot from a submarine. He sailed deep and fast and his balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass.
"Yes, oh, so good, yes!" she sobbed out. Cherry clung to him as he began fucking faster and faster. She tossed her head about and looked down. If Garth let go, she would fall two stories.
Somehow, the thrill of danger added to her enjoyment of the man's cock. Any guest wandering out to the grassy area immediately under the balcony could see what was happening. Someone might step outside for a smoke and look up curiously at the lewd sounds coming from above. She and Garth might be discovered as they got it on in plain sight!
Cherry's pulse raced. Every nerve in her body came alive as she gave herself over to the intense pleasures rippling through her.
"More, give me more. Burn me up with your wonderful prick!" Cherry's legs circled the man's waist. She locked her ankles behind his back and pulled herself down even more onto his fuck stick.
Cherry closed her eyes and surrendered to the emotions within her. The friction of cock flesh against cunt wall ignited her cum. She wiggled and twisted around the impaling spike of his cock. Her creamy cooze juices leaked out and drenched her twat, making the fucking slick and wonderful.
"No!" she shrieked as Garth pulled her butt off the railing. She fell through thin air for a second, only to be caught by his strong arms around her waist. Crotches locked together passionately, erect cock planted as far up her velvet-lined vagina as possible, Garth swung her around and around.
Blood rushed to Cherry's head as railing and door whirled past her head. She threw her arms up and out over her head. This caused Garth's dick to slip a little out of her pussy.
"Stop, don't, I can't hold onto your prong," she cried. And Garth stopped. Cherry dropped flat onto her back on the balcony. Stars winked out in the twilight above herand Garth scooped up her legs.
With his shoulders under her knees, he leaned forward and bent her double on the floor.
"My titties," she moaned. "You're mashing them flat with my own legs!"
"Now for the second course in this banquet," the man said. Garth got himself into position and braced his hands on either side of the woman. Then he levered forward. Hips punching down, he directed his pecker squarely into her furry clam.
The thick cock spread her cunt lips again and worked farther into her body than any man had gone before. In this position, Cherry was vulnerable, exposed, completely open wide to whatever the man wanted to do.
And he was doing everything she could have wanted! Every inward thrust drove her thighs into her own tits. They mashed down and ground hard. The coppery nipples turn to hard points under her dress. The feel of fabric over her turgid nipples turned her on, but it was the man's cock that set her afire.
"You're so tight around me. Feels as if you're squeezing me flat." Garth grunted and sweat as he continued to pump into her body. The sucking noise of his love piston in her channel filled the air. Cherry was sure everyone would hear and come watch.
The idea of being spied on as she fucked this stud thrilled her even more.
Cock racing into pussy, legs stimulating tits, the sight of Garth straining above hershe came. The orgasm yanked a scream from deep in her throat. She came so hard, her legs pushed Garth away.
"No, no," she pleaded. "Come back. I couldn't help myself. The cum was too big for me to control."
"Don't try to control it when you cum," he told her. "Enjoy it. Let it take you wherever you want. But don't fight it."
"Please, Garth, please." Cherry wiped sweat from her eyes and saw he was still erect. In spite of the fucking, he had not gotten his rocks off yet.
"Over, on your hands and knees," he ordered. "I want to take you from behind."
Cherry obeyed without question. On hands and knees, she shoved her rump into the air and waggled it in Garth's direction. She need not have worried about him. He dropped behind her and ran his hands over her smooth ass cheeks.
"This is the way I want to take you."
"Fuck me up the ass," she begged. "like before!"
"Later. We'll have time for that later. Your pussy is starving for what I can feed it." Garth ran his cunt-juice-slippery pecker into her.
All Cherry's resolve died with that. She wanted him to butt-fuck her, but this was super. She wouldn't trade the fire building in her for anything.
"Oh, oh, Garth. You're so big. I can't stand it." Her inner muscles tensed around the pole driving far into her belly. She clenched his concealed prick with her cunt walls and felt immediate response. He had been fucking her and not getting off.
No more. She gave him as good as he was giving now. Cherry rested her cheek on the balcony and reached back with her hand. For a moment, she diddled her own go button, but this threatened to rob her of control. She wanted to hang on long enough to get him to shoot his wad. It was becoming a challenge.
And both of them would win if she got him off.
Reaching past the cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, the dark-haired woman found the dangling, hairy bag holding the man's balls. She flicked with her finger and grabbed. The balls churned inside as the sac tightened into a hard sphere.
"You know how to get me off," Garth moaned out. "The top of my head's gonna blow when I cum."
"Keep fucking," she ordered. "Don't stop. Not yet, not yet!"
She had seldom taken so much prick this fast. His hips blasted forward and filled her with seething lust for more. He pulled back and left her yearning. And then Garth fucked into her again. All the while he was kindling the intense orgasm in her loins, she was fondling and tapping and teasing his balls.
Cherry knew instantly when Garth had reached his limit. His balls rattled about in the creamy sperm and semen inside and tightened even more. The man yelled like a cowboy riding a bronco and fucked into her. She used her cunt muscles to clamp down hard.
His hips went berserk as he fucked her wildly. Cherry took every inch and let the waves of passion roll over her. She flushed, felt her tits expanding as aroused blood pumped into them and then her whole body erupted like a volcano.
The cum rattled her and left her so weak she could only sink to the floor and lay there, panting.
"You are nothing less than a spectacular piece of ass," he told her. "I've never found anyone with a pussy that tight."
"You fill me up to overflowing with that fuck stick of yours," she said, smiling. Cherry rolled onto her back and stared up at Garth. She had deflated his dick. To her surprise, it twitched weakly again. Cherry saw signs of renewed life.
"Do you want me to suck you hard? We can go at it again," she offered, sitting up.
"Not here, not now. I've got a better idea."
"No, Garth, don't go back to the party," the woman pleaded. Cherry was afraid he would wander off as he had done at the wedding after he had fucked her so well up the rear. She didn't want to be left alone again, not when he could deliver so much so fast with his magic love muscle.
The man laughed. "I'm not going anywhere you're not going with me," he said. "Come on and I'll show you a really good time."
From the way he said it, Cherry knew he wasn't joking. He had something even sexier than the fucking they had just finished in mind. She just couldn't imagine what it might be. Not after the hard loving they had already enjoyed together.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cherry pulled down her skirt, but she couldn't hide what she and Garth had been doing from anyone who might happen to see her. She glowed from the fucking she had just received. He took her hand and pulled her along like a captive balloon, down corridors and into service areas.
"You know this place pretty well," she said, marveling at how easy he found his way around the rat's maze of rooms and halls in the mansion.
"An instinct I have, just like a homing pigeon," said Garth. They came out on the ground floor at the back of the house. The party was beginning to really get going inside, and no one had come to the lagoon yet.
"This is one of my favorite places," Garth said.
"I can understand why. It's lovely," Cherry said.
"There's more than meets the eye. Come on." He crossed the grassy area near the edge of the lagoon and went around to the side of the low hill of rocks. Cherry frowned when Garth started fumbling around in a deep crevice.
A tiny click sounded and a hidden door opened.
"After you, my dear," he said, bowing deeply. Cherry bent low and hurried into the small room revealed by the open door. She caught her breath when her eyes adjusted to the low level of light.
"It's perfect," she cried. "I've never seen anything so lovely."
Garth closed the door behind them and went to the edge of the indirectly lit grotto. Tiny waterfalls entered the pool in four places. The clear water seemed over a few feet deep-and it beckoned to Cherry. She sat on the edge of the pool and kicked off her shoes.
"Go on," Garth urged. "You'll like it. The temperature is controlled so being naked is better than wearing clothes."
"I think that's always true, no matter what," Cherry said, grinning broadly. She began stripping off her clothes, finding a hidden clothes rack behind a rock. Buck naked, she slipped to the edge of the pool and then tested the water.
She yanked her foot back and yelped. "Something bit me!"
"Fish. We have all kinds of fish in the pool. They're harmless. And it gets kinky when they swim in certain...places when you're in the water." Garth quickly shed his clothes, adding them to Cherry's on the rack.
Cherry eyed him in as much appreciation as he did her. She splashed water onto her skin, causing tiny beads to gleam in the indirect light. Her tits floated on the surface of the water, cherry-red nipples just below the surface. She paddled out to the center of the pool and rolled over.
She made sure she flashed Garth a look at her snatch before scissor-kicking away. Her long, white legs worked back and forth, sending her to the far side of the pool. She grabbed the edge and pulled herself up in waist-deep water.
"Where'd you go?" Cherry looked around. Garth had vanished. She ran her hands through her long midnight-black hair to keep water from her eyes. Then she saw the telltale wave on the surface.
Cherry laughed in delight as Garth surfaced, floating on his back. His face was out of the water. So was his erection.
He paddled toward her, then agilely twisted and vanished underwater. Before the dark-haired woman could say a word, she felt hands on her legs. They worked up to her pussy and a finger slid into her.
She sighed and sank down, letting him do what he wanted. Anything Garth did turned her on in a big way. Her ass-hole ached in memory of the way he had fucked her the first time they met. But her pussy was calling out for more of his pecker, and she loved the feel of his mouth moving all over her titties.
He shot out of the water and moved forward. Their slick bodies moved over one another. As if they read the other's mind, Garth moved into the vee of her legs just as she spread wide.
His throbbing dick slipped easily into her cunt hole, sliding ball-deep with a single stroke.
"Oh, so nice, so nice," she sighed. Cherry put her elbows on the edge of the pool and let her legs float up on either side of the man's body. "Now you have to finish what you started," she told him.
"What have I started?" The man's hips pulled back. He paused when only the thick head of his pecker remained within her cunt lips, then jammed back in full length.
"That, that," she gasped. "Fuck me good. I'm turning to jelly inside. Set me on fire!"
Garth rose up like some undersea god. He began fucking her with all the power locked in his body. Cherry closed her eyes and let the sensations seize her senses. The fire in her loins spread. Her tits, bobbing on the water, engorged with excited blood. And the gentle lapping of waves caused by their fucking turned her on as much as the hot, hard poker sailing in and out of her.
"How do you do it?" Her question came through a veil of good sex. But how could Garth fuck her like he was doing and still kiss and nibble her ear lobe? And how many hands did he have?
The fingers tweaking both her nipples didn't match with her touching his arms.
Cherry's eyes shot open. Garth continued to pump eagerly into her, but another had joined them.
"Who?" Cherry was confused for a moment. The woman was gorgeous-and naked. She thought she recognized her, but couldn't come up with a name.
"You don't mind if Emma joins us, do you?" Garth asked.
"Emma!" Cherry remembered now. The woman owned this house and was throwing the party.
"I've wanted you from the second I spotted you with Garth," Emma said, her voice husky with pent-up desire. "He always finds the sexiest women."
Cherry tried to answer and couldn't. Their dual attention took away her breath. Garth kept up a steady fucking motion that stoked her inner fires. And Emma's quick tongue darted in and out of her ear, then moved down the long, tapering neck to suck in a tempting nipple. Cherry gasped and closed her eyes again.
She could do nothing for them. They were doing everything for her. And she loved every second of it!
"Do let me enjoy myself more, Garth," came Emma's sultry voice.
Cherry thought the woman might be a high-fashion model. She had small tits, but firm and high-placed on her chest. The nipples were pointed and slightly upturned. As Emma's excitement mounted, so did the size of her nipples.
Cherry reached out and caught one between thumb and forefinger. She squeezed lightly. Emma's face shone as if someone had turned a spotlight on her.
"That's delightful, my dear," Emma cooed. "Keep doing it. And you, Garth, what are you going to do to help me out of this dilemma?"
"I was here first," Garth said.
"Don't squabble," Cherry warned. "Garth, I loved it when you took me up the rear. Do it again. And Emma can lick my snatch."
"A wonderful idea!" cried Emma. Her long-fingered hands ran slickly over Cherry's rump as she crawled from the water to crouch on hands and knees.
Garth quickly moved behind her. He waggled his dick a few seconds, but when he found the tightly clenched ring of her anus, he never hesitated. His slippery cock blasted into her tightest passage.
The thrill passing into Cherry's trim body was appreciated, but not as much as that from Emma's clever, darting tongue. The brunette slid on her back between Cherry's spread legs. As she wiggled toward the woman's pussy, Emma stroked over the dangling tits.
Cherry turned weak from all the attention. Emma's hands clamped firmly on her tit flesh, crushing the fleshy globes with strength born from lust. Hard nipples pressed down into Emma's palms. Somehow, the willowy brunette twisted back and forth and gave birth to new and even more delightful feelings.
"You're super," sobbed out Cherry. She hardly knew where to concentrate. Garth banging at her back door thrilled her. But Emma knew things only another woman can. And she used all the secret tricks.
When her pink tongue slipped across Cherry's sex lips and into her liquid gash, Cherry exploded in climax. She felt her inner juices boiling out. She creamed as she came. Then she climaxed again right away. The lewd sucking as Emma lapped up every drop of her tasty inner lubricants stimulated her anew.
"I can feel you through her inner walls," Emma said, dropping back to the ground for air. "I feel your cock slipping back and forth over my tongue-but through Cherry's pussy walls!"
Garth was past answering. He clung to Cherry's curvy white half-moon ass cheeks. Pulling back, fucking in, he kept up the motion until her inner fires set him ablaze. The white-hot tide of his cum rose from his balls and inched down his long cock.
"Can't hold back. Here it cums!"
His prick erupted like a volcano, spewing forth its fiery lava into her back passage.
The rush along her spine caused Cherry to gasp and experience still another orgasm. She felt like a string of firecrackers. Garth and Emma knew all the right things to set off first one and then another-and another and another.
As she sagged weakly, Cherry felt her snatch pressing down into Emma's face. This was exactly what the sexy brunette wanted. She reached around Cherry's body and held her firmly in place. Her tongue invaded the syrupy twat and rolled about. Every single inch of delicate cunt flesh was tongued, licked, kissed, stimulated. Cherry came again.
"Umm, tasty. You have the tastiest pussy I've ever eaten," Emma called around a mouthful of muff.
Cherry rolled onto her back. Emma followed, ending up on top. like a lamprey eel, the brunette never let go. Her mouth continued to kiss and suck at the exposed snatch. When she found the hard little pink bud of Cherry's clitoris, she sucked hard on it.
Cherry screamed in passion and thrashed about so hard she rolled into the water. Emma went with her. The next thing Cherry knew, Garth's strong hands were pulling her from the pool.
"Don't want you to drown," he said.
"This happens all the time, Garth. We get so excited, we lose track of where we are. You should really do something about this pool."
"What do you recommend? A lifeguard?" Cherry's eyes flickered open. She saw the lustful look on Emma's face.
"Why not? Make him big and strong, like you, dear brother."
"Brother? What?" Cherry sat up and looked at the naked man and woman.
"Emma's your sister?"
"Sure," said Garth. "But we share my discoveries. She's more reluctant to share the prime ones she finds."
"Wow," was all Cherry could say. The guy who turned her on the most turned out to have a sister able to match those feelings inside her.
Garth was a master with his big, throbbing pussy pleaser, and Emma used her tongue just as well. They were quite a pair to be trapped between!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cherry didn't want either Garth or Emma to go back to the house, but both did. She sighed as she pulled on her clothing and trailed behind them through the secret passage from the sex grotto. She stepped out into a gorgeous evening.
She felt great after all the two had done for her and to her. She rubbed her pussy and tried to decide if she preferred Emma's tongue or Garth's cock there. Then she laughed out loud. Why decide when she could have both?
Cherry hurried into the house when Will called to her.
"Come give me hand with this, will you? I can't find Tiffany anywhere." She held one end of a long garland of flowers so her boss could fasten it in place over a doorway. "Where have you been?"
"Out looking at the garden," Cherry said. "They have great flowers." She wasn't sure, but figured this would keep Will from going ballistic on her. He might even wander off to find the garden and leave her alone.
"Sure," he said, distracted. "There are even more of the guests arriving. If they like the flowers, all of them might come to the Fancy Florist Shop for their affairs."
"That would be great," Cherry said, thinking how the wedding had brought her to Garth's attention. "There's no telling how far we might go."
"Stay here and pass out flowers to the women, will you? Anything they want from the displays." The flower store owner vanished through the kitchen door on his way back to the truck to find still more flowers.
Cherry looked around the bustling crowd for any sign of Tiffany. The blonde was nowhere to be seen. Cherry chuckled. She knew what her friend was up to. She and that stud she had homed in on were probably still getting it on somewhere. Would Tiffany ever be jealous when Cherry told her all that she had done already!
Behind a flower-draped table, Cherry occasionally handed small bouquets of flowers to the guests. Mostly, she watched for Garth, wondering where the man had gone. He seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. A small part of her worried he might have found someone else to fuck in this wealthy crowd.
Then she realized he had probably already sampled everything here. Lots of them weren't his kind. Cherry didn't own him, even if she wished he were here now to slip his long, hard prick into her back door.
"Here, ma'am, have a bouquet." She passed a small bunch of flowers to a matronly woman.
"This is so nice. A clever idea. Thank you." The woman sniffed at the flowers, then peered critically at Cherry.
"Is anything wrong, dear?"
"I, uh, no, nothing, thank you." Cherry put both hands on the table to support herself. Her legs had gone weak when she felt hands stroking along the insides of her legs. And now a head pressed hotly between her thighs.
A clever, darting tongue touched here and there. A wet spot on either leg-and one growing in the center of her being. Her pussy began creaming as the mouth hidden under her tight skirt moved ever closer to her snatch.
She almost cried out when the tongue invaded her cunt. Lips working on her sensitive pussy lips, the oral organ driving hard into her juicy interior, hands stroking over her ass cheeks, whoever was under her skirt gave Cherry the eating out of a lifetime.
Cherry spread her legs as much as possible, but the tight skirt prevented moving too much. The hidden hands kept pushing her skirt ever higher. Cherry tried to sink down behind the table to keep anyone from seeing her arousal.
"Let's go somewhere else and do this," she whispered. The only answer she received was redoubled oral action against her pussy. A rough tongue whipped along the entire length of her liquid gash. Fingers snaked around her curvy ass cheeks and drove in toward her ass-hole.
When the finger intruded and began wiggling up her shit chute, Cherry did cry out.
"You're flushed," she heard someone say. "You ought to sit down."
Cherry opened her eyes to see a well-dressed man on the other side of the table.
"I'm a doctor. Please. Let's go where I can check you out."
"I'm his associate," said another man, this one with curly red hair. "I don't often concur with Dr. Vincent's diagnosis, but this time I do."
"Please, no, I'm fiiiine." Cherry gritted her teeth as orgasm ripped through her. The tongue had returned to fucking her with long wet strokes. And the finger up her butt moved in and out at the same pace. The only thing missing was someone sucking and nibbling at her tits.
"You might be running a fever," the first doctor said. "Here's my card. I'm Martin Price."
She saw the imagine embossed business card. Both were doctors and both were real hunks. Cherry wanted to speak, but her voice was gone. She managed to look under the table. She had thought to see Garth.
Emma smiled up at her, then licked her lips. The willowy brunette blew her a kiss and then scuttled away under the cover of the table. Cherry saw her hostess stand at the far end of the table. No one noticed how Emma seemed to simply appear. In her silken dress, Emma walked across the floor. Only then did she draw the attention of others in the room. Her grace matched that of a high fashion model and she was twice as pretty.
And more talented, Cherry decided.
"Sometimes we have to do what we think is right for our patients," the red-haired doctor said. He came around the table and put a strong arm around her. His support was appreciated. .
"I'm a bit woozy," Cherry admitted. "It'll pass."
"Dr. Vincent and I will be the judge of that. Come along. We know where there's a sitting room where we can be alone."
Cherry let both doctors guide her to the sitting room on the far side of the house. It was a quiet room, paneled in oak, with tables and chairs scattered throughout. Cherry sank down on a love seat, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"This is kind of you, but I was only reacting to, uh, to a sudden stimulus," she said, not sure what she should say.
"You appeared to be climaxing," Price said. He put his hand on her forehead, then pressed a finger into her throat to check her pulse. "Elevated pulse."
"The flush extends from her throat down onto her chest and breasts," Price said. He sat beside Cherry on the love seat.
Cherry said nothing for a moment. Both men eyed her with obvious appreciation-and lust.
"Do you play doctor often at these parties?" she asked, her pulse rising again.
"We do what we can," Vincent said. "Do you have any other ailments?"
"I'm flushed all over," Cherry said. "See?" She hiked her skirt up until it bunched around her waist. Her dark-furred muff was exposed to both men. She wondered what they would do.
"Blood has turned the sex lips rigid. One might say this was the result of intense lustful feelings."
Cherry sighed when the red-haired doctor thrust his finger into her heated center and began finger-fucking her. He kissed her lips and throat and set her heart racing for real this time. Her arms circled him and she wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside her.
"No more fingers. This, this," she said, grabbing his crotch. A sleeping snake already stirred there, turning into a long, hard fuck stick.
"I prescribe that course of treatment for our patient. Don't you agree, Dr. Vincent?"
"You are good at such examinations, colleague," the man agreed. "Please allow me to check out other orifices."
Price turned and pulled Cherry to her feet. His hand spread her slender thighs wide. Then he unzipped and let his prick jump from his pants.
"I suggest we glove our instruments for the in-depth examination," Vincent said. He tossed his friend a condom. Price stripped it out of the foil wrapper and put it on his own erection. In a few seconds, the other doctor was also appropriately sheathed.
"We are ready to continue," Vincent said behind her. Cherry groaned as Dr. Price's huge pecker brushed over her lust-slickened pussy and then found the spot both wanted filled. His cock raced full-length into her cooze.
She bent backward, tightening her ass cheeks at the intrusion up her pussy. But, between the meaty slabs of her buttocks, she felt another cock. It poked and prodded and inched downward toward her ass-hole.
"Stand straight," came the command from behind her.
Cherry obeyed. The second cock knocked on her puckered anus and slowly got the chary muscle to relax. Cherry didn't know how the man did it. She was excited, tense, turned on in a big way. But he managed to enter her and slip ball-deep up her back passage.
"My probe is inserted, Dr. Price."
"And so is mine, Dr. Vincent."
Cherry shuddered with the feel of both pricks hidden away in her body. Every twitch, every jerk of either prick sent tremors throughout her body. She felt like one giant raw nerve ending. And nothing but pleasure blasted into her brain.
"Might be too crowded for both probes," suggested Price "You withdraw, then reenter. When you do that, I'll pull out."
"An excellent procedure, Doctor," agreed
Vincent.
The thick plug up her butt slid out of her, leaving behind a vacuum that made her yearn for more, more! But the instant she felt only the thick head of his penis in the ring of her ass-hole, the prick up her cunt began retreating.
Then the one behind her rushed in to fill the void. Back and forth, the two men fucked until Cherry was burning with lust. She clung to the doctor, her tits pressing into his chest. She wanted him deeper in her twat, lots deeper. Only by cramming her hips down around his fucking prick could she achieve this.
But there was a penalty to taking more of one man's cock into her cunt. She denied the other man's pecker its berth up her back.
Cherry found that bending back and forth worked best to take as much in both directions. As long as the two alternated, she felt nothing but continual friction within her trim, trembling body. The carnal heat mounted and melted her. She hardly knew where the most stimulation came from.
Was it from the cock up her rear, fucking hard past her clenched ass-hole? Or was it from the smoothly sailing, well-lubricated prick reaming out her pussy?
She didn't know, and it didn't matter. She was getting twice the fucking, and that was all that mattered.
Lighting bolts ripped through her and sent Cherry flying into realms of physical delight she had never explored. She twitched and trembled and let one orgasm after another race along her nerves.
"Can't hold on, can't. So tight up her ass, so fucking tight!"
She felt the pecker driving in and out of her ass-hole twitch and jerk hard. The man picked up the pace of his fucking and set her on fire all over with his hard-driving organ. Then he turned limp within her rear channel and slipped free.
Price continued to drive in hard, sinking full-length into her cooze with every stroke. Cherry clung to him and lifted one leg. She curled it around his waist. Every time he shot into her, he lifted her up on her toes one foot remaining on the floor.
Cherry shrieked as climax seized her again. She knew the man was getting off from the way his fucking rhythm had turned ragged and his breath gusted out in uneven panting.
And then the world spun wildly around her and she flew off as total sexual gratification filled her. Shaken and weak, Cherry stretched out on the love seat and looked up at the two doctors.
"I think the examination has shown our patient to be in excellent shape. Don't you agree, Doctor?"
"I certainly do," said the other. "Seldom have we found a young woman in such superb shape."
"Thanks, thanks for the complete checkup," Cherry said. "I wish all medical exams were so enjoyable." She pulled her skirt down as the pair left the room. For a long while Cherry simply sat and got her breath back.
It had been a fantastic party so far. And she meant to find Garth again. And if she didn't find him, then Emma. And if the pair of them were otherwise engaged in their amorous activities, Cherry knew a second exam from the doctors would be given gratefully.
Or she could find someone else. It was more than a party. It was the best party ever!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cherry finally got her breath back and settled her skirt. She made a face at the way her skirt was wrinkled from being hiked up so much, but she decided no one was-likely to notice. She was only a hired hand at the party, not one of the people invited to enjoy themselves.
"Just goes to show you," Cherry said to herself, checking herself in a small mirror near the door. "I'm supposed to be working and I end up enjoying myself more than anybody at the party."
She wondered if this might be true. The two doctors hadn't been any slouches about singling her out for some hot and heavy fun. And Emma was hosting the party. With Garth they had really gotten off with Cherry caught in the middle.
Delightfully in the middle, she thought. She ran her hands down over her butt again as much to smooth wrinkles as to enjoy the feel.
Cherry didn't understand what was going on. She had more cock in the past few hours than in the last week-and now she was still hungry for more.
Her body craved sex. And it didn't matter if it came from Emma, Garth, the doctors or anyone else. She simply had to have more to put out the gnawing hunger eating away inside her.
To her left, the party grew noisier by the minute. She turned from that direction and went along the corridor, eyeing the imagine pictures and furniture and seeing how tastefully they had placed the fresh flowers in enameled pots. But she wasn't as interested in the furnishing as she was in the sounds coming from the room where a door stood partially open.
Cherry peeked inside and almost laughed. Will, her boss who had been so wrapped up in his job, now found something else to get wrapped up in. Emma swarmed over him, stroking and licking, fondling and jacking him off. The lovely brunette's hand squeezed and stroked and moved up and down the thick plug of his dick.
"You're too much for me," Will gasped out.
"No, no," protested Emma. The brunette's hand tugged at him. She pushed Will flat on his back and hiked her sleek leg over his lap. Her dewy snatch opened above the head of his pecker. For a moment, she hung above him, hand guiding him to her most intimate place.
Then she simply relaxed. Her hips plunged down and Will's cock vanished inside her. From the way pleasure flooded onto Emma's face, Cherry knew this would go on for some time.
The aching in her own twat almost caused Cherry to intrude on Will and Emma. But she hung back. From the way Emma wantonly fucked herself on her boss' cock, she wouldn't want to be interrupted. Even if Cherry could add to the brunette's enjoyment, it wouldn't be enough for her.
Cherry backed off, knowing she could get other action if she looked far enough. Seeing stairs going to the second floor, Cherry climbed up and immediately heard the liquid, slurpy, lewd sounds of fucking. She put her ear against a door panel and heard Tiffany inside.
Opening the door a few inches, Cherry saw her blonde friend flat on her back, legs thrust high in the air. Between her legs moved the stud Cherry had seen Tiffany with earlier. He tirelessly fucked the blonde, his cock flashing in and out of her twat.
Tiffany moaned and cried out for the man to keep fucking her. And from the way the stud's butt muscles tightened, he was doing one fine job of giving her all she could handle. In Tiffany's case, that was a lot of fucking, Cherry knew.
Again, there was nothing she could do here. Tiffany would wear the guy out soon. And what good was a limp dick to her? Cherry needed one that was long and hard and aimed directly up her cunt.
Or her ass-hole.
She rubbed over her ass cheeks again, remembering how she had caught fire and burned inside when Garth had taken her up the rear. That had shown her a new and wonderful way of fucking.
"Cherry's cherry ass-hole," she muttered. "No more virgin ass-hole for this chick. Garth plucked it. And I want him to do it again," she said resolutely.
She stopped and stared down the hallway. A branch along the corridor caught her attention as a door opened, then partly closed. She walked to it and carefully pushed it wider. She caught her breath when she saw the room.
"Wow," she said, stepping into the room without even knowing it. The four-poster bed was decorated with fresh flowers. The scent made her nostrils flare. She went to the bed and placed her hand on the mattress. It was strewn with rose petals.
When the lights dimmed, Cherry spun about guiltily.
"I didn't mean to spy," she said. Cherry found herself talking to an empty room. She tried to see into the deep shadows at the corner of the room but couldn't.
"Who's there?" she asked, her pulse racing. "Come out right now!"
From the darkness came a man wearing a black silk mask and nothing else but a hard-on. Her eyes kept bouncing from the erection to the silk mask hiding the man's features. But Cherry had no trouble recognizing the man advancing slowly on her.
"Garth!"
Silently, he motioned her toward the bed. As she started for the huge bed, she felt quick touches on her body. As if by magic, her dress came off, leaving her completely naked. A soft puff of wind blew in through the open door leading to a balcony. She shivered deliciously. Her pussy was beginning to drool in anticipation of taking that bobbing love stick.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked. Garth did not reply. He stroked over her body, fingertips lightly touching her here and there. Cherry closed her eyes and surrendered to the wondrous sensations.
A finger brushed an aroused nipple. Another stroked over her curvy ass. A moment of no feeling and then a feathery touch across her lips and neck, moving lower, past the succulent globes of her tit flesh and to her navel.
"Yes, oh, yes, this is such a turn on," Cherry moaned. She sat heavily, feeling the rose petals beneath her naked butt. Fragrance wafted up and excited Cherry even more.
Panting, tits rising and falling, she lay back and spread her thighs to the feather moving all over her body. The feather raced along her delicate pussy lips. She wanted a cock inside her, but this was a new and different sensation she wanted to savor.
Cherry's blue eyes fluttered open. The sight of Garth wearing the black mask made her shiver with anticipation.
"What are you going to do?" she asked. But Garth stayed mysteriously silent.
She gasped as the feather worked back across her turgid nipples, sliding down a snowy slope of tit flesh and then up to her throat. Cherry rolled from side to side, reveling in the feel of flower petals under her and enjoying the odor.
Cherry yelped in surprise when a wet tongue poked into her cunt. She looked down and saw the masked head lift up. The pink tongue probed out from the slit in the black mask. Cherry tried to hold down her excitement at the sight and couldn't. When the feather ran over her nipples again, she climaxed.
Throwing herself back on the bed, she let the orgasm rock her to the core of her being. But something kept her balanced on this peak of ultimate enjoyment. She felt the man's tongue invading her cunt. And lower. His tongue licked lower. She lifted her ass cheeks off the bed, and still his tongue probed lower.
He found her ass-hole and drove his tongue into it. Cherry rolled over onto her belly and shoved her butt up into the air. Hands moved over the sleek curves of her buttocks. Then the meaty slabs parted and hot breath gusted down to her puckered ass-hole.
"Do it, do it," she pleaded. The light touch and the mystery excited her. This pushed her over the edge again.
Garth silently lifted her to hands and knees. She remembered how she had been earlier when he had taken her in the grotto.
"Not in the pussy. Please, no. Take me up the ass again. That's where I want to feel you moving. Fuck me good, Garth!"
His strong grip pulled her ass back to the curve of his groin. The long fleshy prod parted her ass cheeks where his tongue had been seconds earlier. Cherry pushed up on her hands and waggled her ass to encourage him. She didn't have to entice him too much. He was already turned on by her nakedness, her wanton willingness to have her ass fucked.
"Yes, yes, aieee!" Cherry cried out in joy as his ramrod hard pecker invaded her. It slid into the slickness created by the licking and went in deeper. She gasped and moaned in delight.
For a moment, he stayed absolutely still. He said nothing. He didn't move. This drove Cherry wild with lust.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded.
And then he began. He started with slow, deliberate strokes. His cock drew back, paused a moment, then slammed all the way into her body again. She felt the pubic hair surrounding his balls grind into her naked ass flesh.
Most of all, she felt his prick buried all the way up her back door.
Then Garth added something more to the fucking. The feather dragged over her dangling tits. The light touch joined with the heavy thrusting of his dork into her ass-hole to send new excitement blasting through her.
"You're driving me crazy," Cherry sobbed out. She started shoving her butt back with every thrust he made forward. This added to the rapture of the fucking, but Cherry quickly found Garth had something more in store for her.
The feather drew across her belly and went lower. He found her clit with the tip of the feather. Cherry knew her cunt was drooling now. She was creaming so much the juices boiled from her twat and leaked down the insides of her thighs. And the feather tormented her even more.
Assaulted on all sides, Cherry could no longer hold back. As if Garth had buried a stick of dynamite up her rear, she exploded.
The world spun in crazy circles around her as she fell forward, her ass still poking up in the air. Garth held her firmly to his crotch. His cock began twitching and jerking far up her back as orgasm sailed through her.
And then he came. His fiery load spilled out and set off a new round of unleashed hedonism. He pumped frantically in and out. Friction burned his pecker and Cherry's ass-hole. And all too soon, he went limp within her tightest passage.
Cherry stretched out on the bed, flower petals rubbing against her cheeks. She enjoyed the velvety softness against her sensitive tits and, most of all, she reveled in the warm glow spreading from her loins.
It was the feel of a good fucking.
"A great fucking," she said in a dreamy voice.
"I agree," Garth said, laying beside her. He tossed aside the feather, now gummy with her cunt oils. He ran his fingertips over her silky skin.
"How can you ever top this?" she asked. "You can't guess?"
Cherry's eyes opened wide and she saw she was surrounded by mirrors. The top of the bed was a huge mirror. And on either side of the bed were full-length mirrors. No matter how she turned, she saw her own naked glory-and how Garth's pecker was already stirring again.
"Show me," Cherry urged, reaching out for him. And he did, with Cherry able to watch every thrust, every move, every subtle movement as they fucked.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"There won't ever be anything like it again," Cherry said, sighing deeply. She perched on the edge of the counter in the flower shop, staring outside and wondering what Garth was doing now.
"Don't get too hung up on that stud," Tiffany warned. "You were a diversion for him, nothing more. As horny as he is, he's probably found somebody else by now. Maybe two or three more."
"I know. But maybe he'll throw another party sometime. I could handle that." Cherry had no claim on Garth, but she had come to realize she didn't want one. He had set her on fire. Now it was time to find others who could broaden her sexual horizons just as Garth had done.
It still didn't stop her from missing him and his expert cocksmanship.
Tiffany laughed. The blonde came around and put her hand on Cherry's shoulder. "I heard the stories about you and Garth-and Garth's sister. I never saw her, but she was quite a looker from what I heard."
"Emma? She certainly was. Do you think she and Garth get it on?"
Tiffany shook her head. Strands of long honey blonde hair flew in all directions.
"I don't think so. For all their fucking around, they seemed pretty straight people to me."
Cherry shivered, remembering how Garth had come to her in the bedroom dressed only in the black mask and wearing a whacking big hard-on. Emma and Garth might not get it on with one another, but they didn't mind sharing. The fucking she had gotten, both cock and tongue, from them in the grotto showed that.
"After all," Tiffany went on, her voice lower than before, "I think Emma and Will were going at it hot and heavy."
"Why do you think that?" Cherry almost laughed. She knew they had fucked their brains out. She had watched and even considered joining in. The sight of Emma, her firm high breasts bobbing slightly as she rose and dropped on Will's prick seemed more real than some of the things that had happened to her.
"Just a feeling. Hey, that grin on your face.
What do you know?"
Cherry spilled all she had seen.
"So Will and Emma did enjoy each other's charms. I have to admit Emma was everywhere, though I never saw her. People all over the party were talking. That mouth of hers must have been something really special." Tiffany jumped to the counter beside her friend.
"I saw you and that stud from the caterer's, too. I wanted to join you, but you didn't look as if you'd appreciate it." Cherry was feeling a little depressed now. Talking about all the fun they'd had at the party reminded her the party was over, and her pussy was calling out for more action.
"I would never have noticed," Tiffany admitted. "His cock pulled me away from this world and put me into orbit. It was about the best screwing I've had in a long time."
"What's Will up to?" Cherry glanced over her shoulder. Their boss had a phone growing in his ear. He talked almost constantly now.
"The party set the tone for the business, I guess. We're getting orders out the wazoo. Which reminds me. Here, take this one."
"What? No, Tiff, I don't want to. Maybe if it had been Frank-"
"No way. Frank's all mine. Frank and his potted plants. He's always good for a big cum, I say. And he's mine. You take this one. It'll be good for what ails you."
"You're kidding," Cherry said, reading the full address. "This is a funeral parlor. There's nothing but dead people there."
"Ask for Michael."
"I ask for Michael and you get Frank. It's not fair."
"Trust me," Tiffany said. "You won't go wrong."
"Trust me', " mimicked Cherry. "That's another way of saying 'fuck you', isn't it?"
"What's so bad about that?" The blonde smiled brightly and jumped down, picking up a potted plant from a nearby table. She flashed Cherry a radiant smile and went out the back way. Cherry saw Hank working in the back room, and Will still talked on the phone.
No action-likely here. Cherry sighed and looked at the address again.
"A funeral parlor," she grumbled. "Better get it over with, then I can find some real action."
As she drove to the funeral parlor, Cherry's thoughts kept drifting back to Garth. It would take a long time to get over him, she knew. Maybe it was okay to want more of him, but Cherry realized Tiffany was right. It wasn't-likely to happen.
Garth had moved on, as had his sister and the doctors and even the best man, bride and groom at the wedding that had set her on this road to complete sexual pleasure.
"If I'm so pleased with all that's happened to me, why do I feel like a complete idiot right now?" she wondered aloud. Cherry wheeled into the parking lot of the funeral parlor and backed up to unload the truck. She had several floral displays, all saying Rest In Peace spelled out in white flowers.
"Bummer," she said, knowing she would find only dead people here. And creepy employees smelling of embalming fluid.
She pressed a button below an intercom. "Fancy Florist Shop delivery. I'm supposed to ask for Michael."
"That's me. I'll buzz you in."
A few seconds later, the door lock hummed and Cherry was able to open it. She propped it open and began moving in her flowers. An invoice needed to be signed, then she could be on her way. But Michael was nowhere to be seen.
Hesitantly wandering through the funeral parlor, Cherry made her way to the main viewing room. A man bent over a coffin. She tried to keep from saying anything tacky.
"Excuse me. Are you Michael?"
The young man turned and smiled, and it was as if the sun had come out, shining down on him. Cherry wasn't sure exactly what she had expected, but this wasn't it. Michael had the broad shoulders of a football player and a trim waist. She stared at his crotch.
The bulge there wasn't stirring. It was simply that big all the time. She found herself wondering what it would be like if Michael got excited.
Cherry started thinking getting him excited might be more than a little interesting. Just looking at his handsome face turned her on in a big way.
"You must be Cherry," he said. "Tiff called and said you would be making the delivery today. She usually comes, you know."
"She always cums," Cherry heard herself saying. And she actually blushed when she realized what she had said.
Michael put her at ease with his easy laugh. "I'm not what most people think of when they come to a mortician. Fact is, I don't work in the back room at all. That's my uncle's domain. I handle public relations."
"I'm sure you handle people well," she said, blushing again. Everything she said had two meanings.
"I do my best," he said, taking the invoice from her. He scribbled his name at the bottom. Cherry hardly glanced at it. What caught her attention now was the stirring at his groin. The sleeping snake there grew into a full-sized python.
"Do you have any spare time?" Cherry asked. "I would like to look around here. I have never been in a funeral parlor before."
"This is the top of the line," Michael said, his arm going around her shoulders and guiding toward the open coffin. Cherry cringed until she saw it was empty. The satin interior looked downright comfortable. And a small pillow at the far end would prop up a head. Even hers.
Cherry stood for a moment, staring into the coffin. Then she realized the tingling up and down her spine came from Michael's hands slowly exploring her body. She closed her eyes and leaned back. His strong body supported her.
His hands circled her body and cupped her tits. Squeezing gently, he began stimulating her. Nipples popping erect, she sighed as he massaged them through the fabric of her blouse.
"I like women who don't wear unnecessary clothing," he said softly in her ear. Then his tongue wiggled into her ear, circled her ear lobe and worked lower. He kissed her throat while he opened the buttons on her blouse.
Then his mouth closed on her right tit. He sucked hard, bringing even more blood into the white mound of tit flesh. As he suckled, his hands worked lower, finding her naked legs. Those knowing fingers slipped upward until they brushed over her panty-clad crotch.
"Too much clothing," he decided.
"I can get out of them. For you, I will," she promised. But Cherry was fixed to the spot. His mouth held her at the breast and his body pinned her against the coffin.
His fingers worried off her panties. She kicked free of them and her shoes. Turning slowly in the circle of his arms, she kissed him hard. He returned the kiss with real ardor. Cherry found herself responding more and more to Michael's overtures.
His finger slid up and down the crease between her pussy lips and when it was slickened with her inner oils, he thrust it into her.
Cherry gasped and leaned back. She lifted one leg and tried to curl it around the man's waist. She needed to get him free of his pants, to feel his dick working against her cunt lips-and beyond.
To her surprise, he picked her up easily and propped her butt on the edge of the coffin. She looked down at him and saw what he wanted to do.
"I don't know," she said hesitantly. Then
Cherry decided she had nothing to lose and everything to gain. It was something she had never done before-and Michael was a real stud.
"I can offer you real solace," he said, drawing down his zipper slowly. From his fly snapped a huge pecker. The eight inches of throbbing love muscle was more than enough for Cherry. But she needed it where it would do her-and him-the most good.
She dropped back in the coffin, her head on the pillow. The satin interior felt slick and cool on her hot flesh. Wiggling around a little, she dangled one leg over the edge of the coffin in wanton invitation. This opened her pussy wide to the man.
If he wanted to follow her.
Cherry knew he did when she saw him pull a rubber from his pocket and slip it onto his huge organ. Then he climbed up and got his knees into the coffin between her legs.
"Don't be too long," she said. "I might not wait for you before I start!" Cherry's hands cupped her own tits and pulled hard, forcing blood into the pebbly points. Then she stroked over her belly and moved lower, through the dark-furred thatch of her snatch. A finger curled around the tingly bud of her clitoris rising from the folds of her cunt lips.
Michael watched with avid attention. His breath quickened and his cock jerked higher, harder. Bending forward, his lips brushed over her nipples. A quick lick. A nip. Suction on one and wetness on the other. He worked back and forth between the snowy-flesh mounds until Cherry was gasping with desire for him.
"I need you. I need you inside me." She reached out for his meaty battering ram and tugged him forward. More than anything else, she wanted him banging away at her.
Michael worked forward and lowered his body. She caught at his pecker and pulled hard on it. When she felt it skim along her trembling sex lips, she almost came. Cherry hadn't realized she was so turned on. Michael exuded animal magnetism. Sex with him became more and more important to her.
She wanted his cock-and she would have it!
"Get your leg back into the coffin," he ordered. His hand ran along her dangling leg and hoisted it up. She wondered at this, but obeyed. He had done this before, she guessed. And he wouldn't disappoint her.
Legs together in the coffin, Cherry lifted her butt off the cool satin interior when Michael ran his hands under her. He pulled apart her ass cheeks and made her rise even more.
Then he burrowed in past the furry thatch of her beaver and into her pleasure pouch. His cock filled her cunt to overflowing. With her legs tightly together, she experienced a rush like nothing she had ever experienced.
"I always fucked with my legs apart so the guy could get in. This...this is super!" she cried. She stroked through his hair, and her hands ran over his shoulders and back as he fucked her.
His cock drove deep into her, then withdrew. By keeping her legs pressed tightly together, she was able to feel every wrinkle and bump of the man's dick. Tensing and relaxing her inner muscles, she gave as good as she got as he fucked in and out with increasing speed and power.
Every forward thrust lifted her ass off the satin. When he pulled out, an obscene sucking noise echoed through the room. And twist and turn as she might, she was held tightly inside the coffin.
The way she was held so tightly turned her on as much as the fucking she received from this expert lover. Michael's cock began flying. Every thrust sent a burning spear of desire into her body. And when he bent over to lick and kiss her globes of tit flesh, she shuddered as if she had a high fever.
"More, more, give me more," she begged.
His teeth began nipping at her tender boobs. Cherry rocked from side to side and once tried to lift her leg. He held her firmly in place. Cherry had to admit this was more exciting than fucking the way she usually did. She loved the feel of her legs on either side of a guy's body as he drove into her pussy.
Now, her legs were tightly clenched and still the cock found the right spot. The friction within her body mounted faster because of this. Or was it the place they fucked turned her on?
It didn't matter what ignited her passions. She vented a loud, long shriek of pure sexual appetite. Her lust knew no bounds. She gave herself over to the pleasure of a huge orgasm ripping her senses apart.
Michael grunted and pumped faster. Every stroke went ball-deep into her pussy. His pecker seemed to grow even more.
Grunting as he came, Michael continued to fuck her until his eight-inch pleasure spike went limp. He sagged forward and lay atop her, his head resting on her tits. Cherry stroked over his head.
"That was unbelievable," she said. "Absolutely super."
"I was inspired by your beauty," he said. "Never have I seen anyone so beautiful, so-"
"So alive?" she finished for him. Cherry was shocked that she would say anything like that. Michael took it as a joke and laughed.
With lithe grace, he vaulted from the coffin and helped her out. His hands lingered on her boobs, stroked over the smooth roundness of her buttocks, even dipped into her pussy for one quick last feel.
"When will you be on this route next?" Michael asked. "I want to be sure to be at work that day."
"I don't know, but I will definitely ask," Cherry said, getting back into her clothes. "You don't mind it that Tiffany won't deliver here?"
"No, you delivered just fine. I enjoyed it a lot more," he said. Michael bent over and picked up her panties. He ran his finger over the crotch where her fuck juices had soaked in. Smiling, he tucked them into his pocket. "Until next time," he said.
This made Cherry weak in the knees thinking about it. She gave him a quick kiss and left.
When she got into the truck and drove off, she let out a loud, "Whoopeee!" of glee. Tiffany had known exactly the right medicine to get her out of her blue funk.
And Michael was it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cherry raced back to the Fancy Florist Shop and screeched to a halt behind the store. She found herself driving more and more like Tiffany-and with good reason. She wanted to get to her deliveries, and she wanted to get back so she could tell her friend all about her sexual escapades.
It might have been bragging or gloating. Cherry thought of it more as sharing.
"Tiff, you back yet?" Cherry called.
"Over here," her blonde friend called. Tiffany poked her head through the curtains leading to the front of the store. "You look like the cat that ate the canary. Or did the canary eat your pussy?"
"Nothing of the sort," Cherry said with mock outrage. "It was better. Lots better. You knew Michael was a hunk, didn't you?"
"I've made more than one delivery there," Tiffany admitted. "I thought he was exactly what you needed. And I see by the flush still on your face that he was."
"Was he ever," sighed Cherry. "Can I keep him on my route? Or do you want to swap him for a couple other places?"
"You'd double your work so you can 'keep' Michael. Are we infatuated or what?" Tiffany laughed at this.
"I loved what he did with that monster of a prick. He's so well-hung I couldn't believe it. And when he fucked into me, I almost came then and there."
"Did you get it on in the coffin or somewhere else?"
"Coffin. You mean he has other places?"
"Michael's about the most inventive-and horniest-guy I know. You're going to really enjoy dropping off a few floral displays there each week."
"They would order a lot, wouldn't they?" Cherry turned dreamy thinking of how she and Michael might get it on next time. And there would be a next time. He still had her panties. She wasn't going to let him keep them, either. Even if she had to earn them back, she would do whatever it took.
"So you've forgotten all about Garth and Emma?"
"No, not really. But there are so many others out there. I don't know how I got so lucky stumbling in here and getting hired.
This job is a dream come true, and it turned my life around. It doesn't pay much, but the fringe benefits are super. And the place smells good, too." Cherry inhaled deeply and took in the full fragrance of the shop's flowers. It was heady and turned her giddy.
Or was it the fine fucking she had just gotten from Michael? She couldn't say.
Both girls turned when Will pushed through the curtain.
"Did I hear you saying something about the lousy pay? Well, I can change that," he said sternly.
"No, no, I'll take a cut in pay to keep working here," begged Cherry.
"Hold on, Cherry," cautioned her friend. "I've seen Will like this before. What's up, boss?"
A huge grin split Will's face. He threw his hands up in the air and let out a loud whoop of glee.
"We've got enough orders that we can all get a raise! I'm doubling your pay, starting right now. After the party, orders are coming in from all over."
Cherry rubbed her snatch as she remembered the others at Garth and Emma's party. Some weren't swingers, but enough of them were to make this worthwhile over and beyond the money it brought to the Fancy
Florist Shop.
"We ought to celebrate," Tiffany said carefully. "How do you think we should do that, Cherry?"
"Only the three of us are in the shop right now," the dark-haired woman said softly. "We can party and not disturb anyone." She dropped to her knees in front of Will. Her nimble fingers worked at his cock through the fabric of his trousers. She felt an immediate stirring of lust there.
Pulling down the zipper allowed his semi-rigid pecker to flop out. She popped it into her mouth right away and began tonguing and sucking and licking. Her teeth ran up and down the wrinkled outside of his sex sausage. Then she began giving him the head of his life.
Will turned weak in the knees and sank down to a folding chair. He gripped the sides to keep from sliding out.
"Your mouth is driving me crazy. Please, Cherry, let me cum in your mouth."
"Not yet, not yet," she muttered around a mouthful of pulsing prick. Then Cherry gasped when her skirt was pushed up.
"No panties. What might this mean? Michael's been at it again, hasn't he, that imp?" Then Tiffany stopped talking and started eating. Her lips closed on the dark-haired area around Cherry's snatch. An eager tongue laved the sex lips and finally parted the gates to a carnal paradise.
She started tongue-fucking her friend faster and faster.
As Cherry's pulse sped up, she passed along her arousal to the man in the chair. Will twitched and quivered every time she sucked hard on the tip of his prick. She ran her teeth down the entire length of his cock, then opened her mouth a little and let her lips retreat. Using her tongue along the sensitive underside of his pecker made Will moan and sob.
Cherry wasn't content with simply sucking on his fleshy probe, though. She ran her fingers over the tight bag holding his balls. His balls churned, rolling about and trying to send a load of creamy cum outward. Cherry stopped her oral ministrations every time his dick jumped and jerked, as if he were about to get off.
"My nuts are killing me. Let me cum, let me cum!" Will cried.
Cherry did no such thing. She had her own pleasures to think about. And she wished she could do something for Tiffany. Looking down, Cherry saw a blonde head working between her thighs. Tiffany noisily ate her out. Cherry felt every single lick and tongue fuck.
"Can't hold back. Can't. Your mouth is too much for me!" With this, Will's pecker exploded. Cherry slurped up every creamy drop, licking her lips as the cum spurted out.
She kept a steady suction on his cock as it turned into a limp worm again, but the feelings mounted in her own trim body. Tiffany knew all the right things to do to make her cum. Emma had been good, but Tiffany showed new and unexpected ways of turning Cherry on in a big way.
Tongue hidden all the way up a juicy cunt, Tiffany reached up and diddled Cherry's clit. This set the dark-haired woman off. Her orgasm rocked her senses and left her reeling. And she wanted more from both her blonde friend and her boss.
"More," she gasped out. "I want more. I need more."
"Let's convince Will to join us," suggested Tiffany. Both women turned their attention to their boss.
Cherry smiled as she thrust her tongue into the man's ear. Working here was more than a pleasure, it was a sexual education. And she could hardly wait to learn even more as the store added more and more customers.
Until then, she could be content with Tiffany and Will. But only for a while. When
Cherry saw Will's prick rising again, she jumped on it like a dog on a bone.
Happily, she sucked until he was hard enough to enter her. And fuck her. And Tiffany. And then do it all again.
