Eighteen-year-old Cherie Tyson could feel Frankie Scarletti's lecherous eyes burning into her smoothly curved ass from behind as he followed her up the stairs carrying her suitcases. Sex seemed to be the only thing the darkly handsome man had had on his mind ever since he had met her in-coming flight from Los Angeles at Kennedy International Airport an hour before. He probably still had that huge bulge in his pants, too, she thought, as familiar, hotly throbbing sensations began to flow down in her tingling pussy. Cherie felt almost naked in her sheer pink silk blouse and light cotton print skirt, and she knew that the older man was staying so far behind her so that he could admire all of her luscious young body. Lord, his mind was so dirty that he probably would sell his soul to fuck her the beautiful blonde fashion model was thinking when, suddenly, a strong gust of wind rushed up the stairwell, sending her skirt flying above her head.
"Holy Shit!" Cherie heard Frankie gasp excitedly from behind her as she quickly pulled her skirt back down and continued up the stairs.
I hope he got a good view of my pink silk panties, she thought, flushing angrily, because it's the last he'll ever see of them!
"You going all the way to the fourth floor?" Frankie said, unable to keep the lecherous amusement out of his voice.
"That's right," Cherie answered, ignoring his tone and trying to sound undaunted and friendly, even though she was embarrassed and did not like the man at all. She knew that she would have to be dealing with him; he was the public relations man for the Gaylord Montague Agency, one of the largest model agencies in New York. Since she had a contract with them, she wanted to do nothing that might make him angry at her. She couldn't have prevented him from seeing her panties when the gust of wind had blown her skirt above her head, or prevent him from drooling, as he surely was, at her smoothly curved asscheeks, slapping warmly against each other, up and down, up and down, as she climbed the Stairs, but she would be damned if she was going to let him think he could do anything else.
"You know the elevator works," he said, panting from the climb.
"I like the exercise," was her response. "It keeps me in shape."
"Yeah, babe, and you look like you get a lot of exercise," he leered through his bated breath. Cherie nodded slightly, seeing that she had been right in her appraisal of him. He was like so many other men she had met. Just because she had a lovely body and took good care of it, almost everyone thought she spent most of her time getting fucked. Well . . . she didn't really care what Frankie Scarletti thought of her, just as long as he didn't try anything she didn't like.
"You're from California, right?" he asked as they reached the fourth floor landing. "If you've never been to New York, you're talkin' to the right person to show you around. Mama and my old man came over from the old country, Sicily, but I was born here in the city and I know it like the back of your ass!"
Cherie stiffened and fumbled through the pocket of her skirt for the key to her new apartment that the doorman had given her, pretending she hadn't heard the young man's lewd comment. She noticed that he had caught up with her and, standing at her door, tried to work the new lock. He moved himself close enough so that she could feel his hot breath on the luscious twin peaks of her large, sensuous tits, and she tried to avoid looking at him as she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that he was running his gaze up and down her ripe, eighteen-year-old body.
"Of course, I don't imagine a chick like you would have trouble finding any men, but if you do, well, all you have to do is ring and I'll come running," he said, his eyes fixed on her evenly tanned thighs. "Part of my job."
"Yes . . . yes, I'm sure it is, Mr. Scarletti," she said as she finally got the door opened. She felt much relieved now that she was in her furnished apartment. There was something about the Public Relations, or PR man as he was called in the business, that made her uncomfortable. She wished he weren't so obvious about stripping her with his eyes. Frankie picked up her suitcases and followed her in.
"I hear Kelly Walker got you this place," he said matter-of-factly. "Lives right next door to you. Now there's a hot chick. If I can't help you, she'll be able to, for sure!"
"How do you know about Kelly finding me this place?" she asked, trying to make conversation, even though she still wished he would leave her alone.
"Hey, babe ... I know everyone and everything that goes on in this business. That's my job. Yeah, Kelly told me about you and how she found you an apartment right next to hers."
He stood by the door next to her suitcases, chewing -gum while she wandered though the apartment. Even though she had been told what to expect, she was still pleasantly surprised. There was a living room, small dining room, kitchenette and her bedroom. Cherie glanced over and saw that Frankie was shifting about as though he expected something. "Is there anything you want?" she asked, hoping now that he would take the hint and leave.
"Climbing those stairs sort of took a lot out of me," he told her, his eyes focused on her thighs rather than her sky-blue eyes. "It sure makes a guy thirsty."
"I suppose you want a drink," she said coldly. "But as you know, I'm just moving in and haven't any liquor. Besides, I don't drink. Except socially."
"Too bad . . . everybody's gotta have some fun sometimes," he said, his eyes trailing slowly up to her large sensuous tits.
Cherie was totally put off by his approach, but she said nothing. If he thought that he was impressing her by his constant references to sex, and stripping her naked with his dark, lecherous eyes, the man had a shock coming. It'd be a cold day in hell before she'd ever let him fuck her pussy!
"Have you ever met Kelly?" he asked as he saw her eyes drop accidentally to his crotch and then widen in alarm as the voluptuous blonde saw the obscene bulge in his pants.
"No ... no, I haven't met her. Is she nice?" Cherie flushed.
"Well . . . like I say, if you have any trouble getting dates, you can probably have one of hers. She's got so many offers she doesn't know what to do with them half of the time."
Cherie picked up one of her suitcases and carried it into the bedroom. "Of course, I don't think you'll have any problems in that department," he shouted after her.
"Thank you for picking me up at the airport," she said as she reentered the room. "Now, if you don't mind, Mister Scarletti, I'd like to get settled."
"Sure, but call me Frankie," he said as he backed out so as not to miss one last fleeting look at her shapely young body. "Don't forget now. I live in the building too, and am as close as the telephone."
"Don't worry," she said as she closed the door. "I won't forget." After the door was closed, she locked it, sighing. The man was unbelievable, and she hoped she wouldn't have to be around him very often when she was working. She certainly wasn't going to encourage his friendship, either. Well, enough of that, she had her unpacking to do.
But before I get settled, she thought to herself, I want to take a long, hot bath and relax.
Taking a towel and robe from her suitcase, the voluptuous blonde entered the bathroom and drew the water in the tub, quickly taking her clothes off. Once she was naked, she felt much better. She had been wearing the same clothes all morning and most of the afternoon on the plane from Los Angeles, and she was glad to be rid of them for now. She had never been on an airplane before, and the trip had been sheer hell. The take-off had been delayed for over three hours because some joker had called in a bomb threat. The airline had had to unload all the baggage and passengers and search them thoroughly. Cherie, herself, had been taken into a room and had had to strip naked in front of two lecherous lesbian security guards who had made off-color jokes about her being a bombshell!
As Cherie listened to the water filling the tub, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length bathroom mirror. Well, the two women had been right; her body really was beautiful. She ran her hand through her shoulder-length, golden blonde hair, pulling it away from her face. The soft fluorescent light bathed her nipples and danced on her huge, nakedly billowing tits. Even though she was tired from the trip and had not applied any makeup, her pretty heart-shaped face did not show it. That was one of the reasons why the agency had jumped at the chance to sign her on. Artificiality was out, the natural "California look" was in, they had raved.
Cherie playfully turned to one side, casting an admiring glance at her voluptuously naked profile. She looked down to her hugely billowing young tits and the girlish arc of her slender, hour glass waist, her eyes resting on her flaring hips, then tracing a casual path across her soft, golden-haired cuntlips down to the full, well-formed thighs that tapered to thin, delicate calves. She stood like that for a moment, her classically sculpted young woman's body catching the soft reflection of the white bathroom tile in the mirror and exuding a luxuriant glow of good health and youthfully ripe female sexuality all its own.
In spite of herself, she could easily understand why Frankie Scarletti had been leering at her and trying to strip her naked and fuck her . . . just as she understood why almost every man leered at her and wanted her naked. There were times when being beautiful was as much a curse as it was a blessing, but as long as she was endowed with such a lushly ripened body, she was determined that she would keep it in as good a condition as she could. People would just have to learn that she did not hop into bed and let any man who came along fuck her, even though she looked like she might. Her azure blue eyes, classical nose, and full ripe mouth with its lower hp protruding slightly into a coy little pout, added up to a teasing sensuality that was simply not part of her personality. There was nothing she could do about it if someone wanted to lust after her near virginal little cunt. She had learned that as early as junior high school. There was more to sex than just looking like a good hot fuck. She had to have strong feelings for whomever she slept with. Anything else was cheating. The boys at Washington High back in Bakersfield had learned that, and she had acted that way in Los Angeles. She wasn't going to change now, just because she was starting up the ladder to fame.
Yes, you'll be famous someday, you beautiful California girl, she thought smugly to herself as she lowered her curvaceous young body into the now full tub of bubbling tepid water. Somehow, the cleanliness of the bath seemed to be a sort of baptism. Relaxing her body for the first time all day, she raised her legs so that her softly curling pussy hairs were exposed, gold and glistening with the bath water. Her hand wandered of its own accord over the firm, sensuously floating titties, down across her submerged, tanned little belly to the softness of her cunt. Her fingers pressed at it for a teasing moment, slowly circling the tender pink pussy in a smooth oval over the hair-rimmed pussy lips, and then slid down to caress her firm, full thighs.
Cherie Tyson saw this bath as the second step in the beginning of her new life. Her boyfriend, Spencer, a well-known fashion photographer in his early thirties, had been in Rome and Paris for months now. She had met him in her senior year when he had come to her High School to speak about careers in photography. He had seen her at the back of the class, listening attentively, and after his lecture, had started a conversation with her. That's how it had all begun. He had asked her out that night, and she had accepted, much to the disapproval of her strict parents who felt that Spencer was much too old and would be a bad influence on her. He had told her that her body was healthy and beautiful, that she had fire and excitement in her eyes and that she was just the girl he was looking for to shoot the layout for Baby Bonnie fashions. She had fallen madly in love, and had run away to Los Angeles with him.
How I miss his huge cock fucking in and out of my pussy, she thought lovingly, as she ran her washcloth over the smooth curves of her body. Suddenly her mind wandered back to the first time she and Spencer had fucked. Even though there had been a good deal of petting before and after she had run off with him, she had been determined that she would wait until after she was married before she went "all the way" with a man. That afternoon . . . her first cunt-sizzling cum with a man had been sheer heaven. Alone in the studio shooting stills for the Baby Bonnie layout, Spencer had approached her, his hands caressing her sensuously throbbing tits through the sheer nightie she had been wearing. Then, he had reached under the bottom hem, and massaged her nakedly quivering titties into a warm tingly hardness. Finally, he had taken one of her ruby-colored nipples in his mouth and sucked, going farther than she ever had with him before . . . with any boy before.
The gentle licking of his tongue swirling around her hotly erect nipple had made her pussy tingle all over and had driven her nearly insane, and she hardly noticed when his hand had slipped down and begun moving up between the creamlike whiteness of her hotly parted legs. She recalled now that she had frozen, her hands clenched down against his muscular chest at that moment as she fought him with all the fears of her first fucking, for she knew that she had lost all control. Yet he had been gentle, and she had finally overcome her fears.
Cherie smiled as she slid the washcloth up over her hips and then down softly through the water, until it covered the golden shield of pussy hairs spreading in a small enticing triangle over the sheath of her quivering cunt.
That first passionate time she had ever fucked had been total heaven, even though there had still been the fear of the unknown. She had never seen a man's cock before. But his hands had kept stroking at her, roving the full length of her lush young body, over the smooth plane of her belly and down to the pan-tie-covered softness of her cunt hair. It had felt just the way her pussy-exciting fingers caressing gently at her hotly quivering cunt felt now, and she had not squirmed or tried to pull away, as she had thought she might.
Finally Spencer had wormed his outstretched middle finger beneath the tight elastic cuntband of the black baby-doll panties and found her warm, moist pussy slit. His lewdly searching finger had caused a heated tingling sensation down there in her virginal cunt that she had never experienced before . . . not even when she had finger fucked her own pussy, and she had pushed her smoothly curved belly forward against him in lewd abandon.
Even now the memory of that first time sent more chills of quivering pleasure racing through her cock-hungry cunt. She recalled the metallic sound of his zipper being released and the sudden thrilling sensation of his hotly throbbing prick pulsing lewdly against her naked thigh.
That had been the first time she had ever experienced the touch of a man's cock and it had momentarily alarmed her . . . and sometimes still did when she thought about it. She had backed away coyly on the bed in the studio they had been using as a prop for the stills, and his hands reached out to her own, gently pulling them around his hugely throbbing cockflesh and moving them up and down his long, thick hardness. Then his finger had wormed itself part way into her moistly quivering little cunt, and he had been encouraged by the warm wetness that dampened the blonde, curling pussy hair that hid her desire-swollen cuntlips.
In the next instant, he had pulled down his pants, and she excitedly recalled now the huge profile of his erect cock seen for the first time in the soft light of the studio. She remembered how he had risen over her and gently spread her young thighs apart, still standing, then thrust the blunt, lust-swollen cockhead beside the partially pulled aside cuntband of her black baby-doll panties until the heatedly pulsating tip had rested against her naked pussylips. He had pressed her fingers around his hardened cock again, and instinctively she had adjusted the cuntband of her panties so that her hand fit entirely around the rigidly growing rod of his cock and she had guided it up toward her moistly quivering little pussy.
Cherie swirled the washcloth around her pink glistening cunt, splashing water in gentle waves against her thighs as she remembered him fucking his single outstretched finger into her pussy while his long thick cock lay close beside, and she recalled how she had lurched back in sudden fear when he had stretched the fragile ring of her still intact little cherry. He had been hunched up halfway on top of her, and then had suddenly tried to roll over her, and against the pain she had clamped her legs and thighs tightly together, trapping the rigid shaft of his cock between them. Spencer had eagerly fucked forward again and tried to force his lust-swollen prick into the tiny opening, and then he had managed to slip the hotly throbbing cockhead under the cuntband of her panties, and he was fucking into her openly spread cunt, ripping her cherry painfully!
At first the searing pain had been more than she thought she could bear, but it had passed, and she had been left with the delightful sensations from Spencer's rock-hard cock fucking into her tightly gripping little pussy, fucking hard and deep as her nearly naked body thrashed wildly like a wounded fish beneath his cunt-splitting hardness.
"Ooooooohhh. Oooohhh. Ooooooohhh!" she had cried. "Fuck my pussy . . . yes . . . like that . . . ooooooh, fuck my little pussy!"
She had given herself to him totally after that . . . totally and without reservation. The heaving moons of her asscheeks had pounded and pitched crazily on the mattress beneath them and she had been washed away by the flood of hot pussy juices flowing around his savagely fucking cock. His searing cum had finally mingled with hers, overflowed from her hot juicy cunt, and coated her already matted pussy hairs and thighs with his obscenely spewing whiteness.
Cherie stopped moving the cloth around her now excitedly throbbing cunt, not wanting to defame the delightful memory she had of that first time. Even though that had been the first time she had ever been fucked by a man "all the way" . . . and it had been wonderful . . . many new and different sensations had been awakened down there in her pussy.
The next morning, she had still been incredulous. She had woken up in her lonely room, for she had insisted Spencer take her home and go back to his own apartment, and looked out the window at the sunny California sky, not wanting to get up, preferring to lie languidly alone and think about the day before. She had slowly pushed the confining sheet off with her feet and, looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall facing the bed, stretched voluptuously in the sunlight flooding the room.
Her short, almost transparent, clinging white nightie hid practically nothing of her voluptuous naked young body beneath. The firm peaks of her thrusting titties formed small tents in the fabric with the tiny erect nipples serving as little struts. Her skin showed through the flimsy fabric, a smooth creamy tan color. The dipping swirl of her tiny rounded navel moved evenly up and down with her light breathing, and her taut, smooth belly formed a slight arch to the small triangle of softly curling, blonde pussy hair and her full hips. Her large blue eyes had a dreamy look, and her velvet-lipped mouth was slightly parted in an imitation of the little vertical smile on her pussy lips up between her beautifully curved legs. Cherie arched her back delightedly as she stretched, forcing her softly quivering tits up and causing the rounded globes of her asscheeks to press firmly into the mattress.
Spencer Stanton-her very own boyfriend-a famous fashion photographer, had told her she was the most beautiful model he had ever seen. And he had said that he had looked over more than two hundred young women's portfolios, some of them real professionals, before he had found her. Her pussy had tingled with excitement when she had remembered his deep voice telling her that soon her face and body would be on the covers of Vogue and a poster of hers would be pinned across Farrah's. She never wanted anything else now but to model. She had wanted, then, more than anything, to become famous and rich, but ...
"I'm sure you are already aware of this, Cherie," he had said. "On this level, modeling is not a way of making a living, it's a way of life. You have to give everything you've got or you won't get to the top." She had nodded her eager agreement, and felt shyly that there was a lot more to what he was saying than he was spelling out.
Cherie rolled slowly over onto her side in the bath as she remembered, pulling up one knee revealingly so that the softly curling strands of young, blonde pussy hair up between her firm-fleshed thighs showed at the top of her long, slimly tapered legs. Her whole body was aching with a feverish little hunger, and she didn't know what to do to stop the tantalizing ache. She traced her fingers down over the flowing mound of her hip and traced the curve of her narrow waist up to her softly fleshed tittie, cupping it lightly in the palm of her hand. That feels a little bit better, she thought hotly as her memory went back to the last night she had gone out with Spencer, and the thought continued on with her now in the quietness of her bath. After a delicious dinner at Chasen's on Beverly Drive, sitting at a table right next to Frank Sinatra, Spencer had driven her out to Mulholland Drive in the Hollywood Hills, overlooking all of Hollywood and Los Angeles. This was where, he had explained, he had always taken the chicks when he was in high school. She hadn't wanted to go, but he had driven there resolutely.
Spencer had started off as usual, telling her how beautiful she was, softly kissing tenderly at the lobe of her ear. Spencer could drive her nearly crazy, and he always did it when she wasn't really in the mood to play around. She had kept staring straight ahead while he whispered airily into the silkiness of her golden hair, praying inwardly that her body would refuse to respond to him as he ran his moistly heated tongue around the inner folds of her ear.
Soon she had been nervously breathing a little faster, and he had teasingly wormed his tongue-tip as far as it would go into her ear, at the same time moving his hand stealthily from her bare white shoulder to cup her hotly trembling tittie still encased in her tightly restraining bra. Cherie remembered how her pink-tipped nipple had begun to harden under his gently pinching fingers and the fiery glow begin up in her pussy. It always made her so ashamed that she couldn't keep herself from becoming wildly excited when he touched her. She had been taught by her mother that she should never even let a boy's hands touch her body, but her cunt would nevertheless get so heated up in spite of herself that she would almost completely lose control. She would shamelessly begin to revel in whatever he tried to do to her.
Spencer had teasingly urged the uprising nipple to a hardened firmness and ran his nibbling lips along the unprotected nape of her neck. Cherie had twisted nervously on the car seat with a small complaining moan, and she had known that Spencer had known she was heatedly waking up to his caresses despite her hesitancy.
"Oh, Jesus, Cherie..." he had growled and reached under the warm back of her now loosened blouse to unhook her lace bra. His nails had run lightly over the bare skin of her naked back as he had reached surely up to the clasp, and she had shuddered in anticipation. The large bulge of his heavily pulsing cock in his imprisoning pants had already been excitedly clamoring for her attention, but he had not seemed to want to rush her.
Her bra was loose now, useless, and he had furtively slipped his hand under her smooth, white-skinned arm and firmly cupped her quivering tit, the hard little nipple warm and firmly erect between his grasping second and third fingers. Cherie had made a low, stricken sound deep in her throat and twisted her eager young body so that her legs were pressed tightly against his. Her heatedly throbbing cunt had begun hot little circular movements that she could barely control, though she reviled herself violently for her shameless reaction to his hands. His gentle tweaking of her cresting nipple had flared a torch-like sensation up into her tight young pussy, and Cherie had reserved a part of her mind with which to stop him before he could go too far. She hadn't wanted to lose control as she had that one day in the studio. She had her morals, she was a "good girl" and had vowed never to go all the way again with a man until she was married. She could remember feeling her racing pulse throb almost unbearably down in her hot cunt, and she had rubbed her knees together to brazenly squeeze the hot pleasure point up between the now fully moistened lips of her pussy.
She had pressed with her hotly perspiring hands on the back of Spencer's neck and heatedly pulled his wet, sucking mouth away from her naked, softly trembling tittie and up to her lips, feeling the cool night air flowing over her saliva-wet nipple. Her searching tongue had thrust immediately into his half-opened mouth and sought his own, their sexually heated saliva mixing wetly. Spencer's tongue had snaked forward, pushing hers back and she had closed her teeth on it loosely, sucking at it voraciously, as she wanted it touching her all the way back in her throat. He had breathed heavily on her silken cheek, and this had excited her even more. She had groaned hopelessly up into his mouth and pressed her back into the corner of the seat, pulling him with her, and she had spread her legs wide apart, one knee high up on the back of the seat, the other stretched out full length under the dashboard.
Spencer had begun grinding his eager pelvis slowly and hungrily into her body steaming pussy, and pressed his hard, throbbing cock forcefully against her widespread young cunt. Cherie knew that he could feel the torrid sexual heat being generated by her sensuously aroused pussy all the way through her restraining panties and his pants.
Spencer had held both her full, nakedly billowing tits in his massaging hands, his own chest pressing urgently against them as he unrestrainedly ground and rubbed his thickly pulsing cock against her pan-tie-covered pussy. His cum-swollen balls had seemed to be on fire, filling with a hot impatience, swelling his lust-hardened cock with even more of the great, unbearable hardness inside his tightly filled shorts.
Cherie remembered that she had been panting in frenzied excitement when he had suddenly rolled on his side on the seat and pulled her down roughly beside him, slipping her blouse and loose bra up beneath her armpits, revealing her sensuously throbbing titties in all their naked glory, the small pink nipples nearly bursting in aching hardness. At the same time he had put his head down closer to the heaving white orbs and began circling the tiny erect nipples with his wetly quivering tongue, occasionally nipping the firm red buds with his teeth. His insistent hand had caressed the soft inner flesh of her thighs and pressed into her body pulsing crevice to feel the warm pussy juices dampening the cuntband of her thin nylon panties.
"Ohhhhh . . . Spencer. Nooooooo. I can't stand it!" she had moaned, helplessly, her eyes closed tightly, her head thrown back in shameless abandon. "Push your fingers harder against my panties down there. Ooooohhhh. Harder. Harder!"
Cherie had felt her erect, throbbing clitty jerking body against his pressing hand, and she had ground her pussy wantonly up into it, rhythmically churning her firmly rounded hips on the seat below. His wet lips were burning her hotly quivering titties, and she had brushed them up against his face, feeling his nose and his chin sinking into her taut, resilient flesh.
Against her thigh, his virile, lust-hardened cock had rubbed up and down, up and down, and she had pushed her hips forward into the thickly bulging shaft as he groaned deliciously in pleasure over the savory feast of her nakedly throbbing tits.
"Spread your legs wide," Spencer had ordered suddenly, hissing against her hardened nipple, and he had slipped two fingers into her body flowing pussy lips, pressing them lengthwise over the moist little cunthole. Cherie had ground her cunt down on his invading fingers as hard as she could, and the insides of her smooth, fleshy thighs had shuddered in ecstasy. He had turned his hand and slipped his outstretched middle finger under the tight elastic cunt-band of her panties and into the softly curling pussy hairs now wet with her excitedly flowing juices. She had shivered in uncontrollable excitement and arched her back as the probing fingers had moved teasingly around the moist, swollen lips of her cunthole, teasing at the thin, blonde, curling pussy hairs, flicking body across the passion-drenched little split up between her thighs. Finally she had ground her pelvis upward and found his fingers further under her panties to touch the sensitively vibrant clitoris; he had circled it lightly before slipping his middle finger deep down into the well-juiced hole of her eager young cunt
Cherie had shuddered and sighed even as she recoiled from the brutal force of his remorseless probing, and then had pushed her heatedly quivering pussy back down onto the impaling middle finger. He had shoved at the hotly pulsating little pussy hole, and felt it sucking hungrily back at his fingertips. Her hips were grinding wildly up against him now, and her beautifully curved tits were heaving their fleshy whiteness into contact with his face as he nipped and sucked at the budlike nipples harder and harder.
At last he had felt what he had been aching for. Cherie had begun scrabbling at his belt line, trying to get under to grab his heavily throbbing cock. He had shifted to help her and in his lust-swollen balls he had felt a sudden flash of heat from the boiling cum building up inside them. Then she had unbuckled his belt and her self-willed fingers had slipped slowly down inside his enclosing shorts, her pink lacquered nails rubbing lightly through the crisp dark half on his belly until her fingers found and circled around the heatedly pulsating tip of his long, thickly throbbing cock.
"Ohhhhh, God," he groaned. "Squeeze it, Cherie. Play with it. Play with my prick, Cherie!"
Slowly, tantalizingly, she had run her nails all around the thick pulsing head of his cock and pinched it from time to time, making wantonly incoherent sounds in her throat as she twisted impatiently on the seat. She had explored the smooth rubbery skin of the head and etched her pink nails around the sensitive little rim beneath it, the soft palm of her hand pressing teasingly against the ever-moistening tip of his painfully jerking hardness.
Cherie had stopped writhing for a moment as she concentrated lewdly on his thickly pulsating prick, making a tight, cunt-Like circle of her fingers that moved tantalizingly and slowly down the full fiery length of his lust-hardened cock until she had felt the bristling hair on his cum-swollen balls. Gently, with great consideration for his pleasure, she had cupped his aching balls in her hand and squeezed them. His now slightly oozing cockhead had trembled against her forearm.
As she had begun stroking and pulling more intensely at his balls, pausing sometimes to clasp the excitedly quivering cock and massage the loose outer skin up and down, Spencer had continued carefully stroking her slickly gripping cunt, his middle finger worming farther up inside the moisture-covered lips until it was finally fucked all the way up to the palm of his hand into the greedily sucking little hole. He had pulled reluctantly away from the inward suction to press forward with his hot, intruding knuckles tight up against her body vibrating clitoris.
Cherie had squirmed her cunt around on his obscenely insistent finger, and Spencer had been suddenly inflamed beyond control. He had slipped his pants and shorts down a little more at the same time, then leaned over her, grinning lewdly, as he kissed her wetly glistening lips, all the while holding his stiffly throbbing cock in his hand.
Having pulled her panty cuntband aside again, he had searched for the throbbing, passion-soaked pussy slit with his thumb and touched the head of his painfully throbbing cock to her near virginal young pussy, and she had known that he could feel her hot cunt juices wet and heated against the tip of it. He had begun sliding it up and down the entire moistly pulsating pussy slit, probing teasingly, making her moan passionately.
Cherie had found his cock with her fingers and had explored it with the same sense of obscene wonder she had felt the first time she had allowed her hand to be put there.
Now that she knew his cock well, knew what he liked for her hands to do to him, knew what it would do when taken to the raging limit, his massively throbbing cockshaft had inflamed her hot young cunt even more than his lewdly teasing hands ever could.
She had found the tiny thin slit in the end of it and had used her thumb to rub the flowing pussy juices around the pulsing tip. She had stroked down the full vibrating length of the excitedly quivering prick and palmed the heavy, cum-filled softness of his balls, and her already wildly quivering cunt had grown even hotter and wetter. He's finger-fucking my cunt! she had thought, with a thrill of excitement
He's playing with my pussy. And I'm tickling his cock and balls! She had wondered wickedly what he would think if she used those dirty words out loud, but she hadn't dared shape the words with her mouth. His lewdly worming finger was urging her moist young pussy to open wide and suck wetly against his hand as the body sucking lips of his mouth nipped at her pebble-hard nipples. Spencer had pushed her back flat onto the cream colored leather of the car seat and leaned forward to pull down his pants all the way off so that she could get to his excitedly jerking cock more easily.
Cherie had known instinctively that he would soon be cumming now, and had wanted it to go on longer.
She remembered the rock-hard length coming free of its restraints and standing up eagerly in the moonlight, his white, hot pre-cum lubricating the shining tip. She had wanted him to start finger-fucking her hungrily waiting pussy again, and bring her to a rocketing cum. She had closed her eyes tightly, thinking prick, cunt, pussy, cock, tits. Then she had felt him moving back into place. Something blunt and hard had nosed against the entrance of her curl-fringed cunt lips.
"No! Spencer, no! I won't let you. I told you, you could never fuck my pussy again." She had felt the invading tip of his heavily pulsing cock touch the body aching little spot between her wide-stretched legs and had almost let him do it again, almost let herself think he was pushing with his finger, so much had she wanted his huge, desire-hardened cock to fuck into her cunt. But she had pushed him away by his hip bones and sat up, her large, nakedly heaving titties squeezing tightly against each other.
"Oh God, Spencer, I told you, you could never do that again. Take me home," she had said, pulling down her blouse over the luscious white mounds of her tits.
"Cherie, I'm dying. I've got to fuck my cock into your cunt!"
"Home, I said." Her voice had not carried real conviction, and she had known that Spencer had known that this only meant that if he would settle for what they usually did, she would go along. He had resigned himself to that, resenting her interruption, and had resolved to get back at her somehow while he was persuading her to stay. When she had relented, he had suddenly kissed her hard, their tongues lashing hotly together in their mouths, her hands feverishly drawing his kneading fingers onto her tits.
He had milked hungrily at the huge, young mounds as she stroked his thick, long cock with both hands, dipping down lower to the softness of his cum-swollen balls with each lust-inciting stroke.
"Now let's do it a different way," she had said with a wicked little grin on her lips. His mouth had come away from hers as he had thrust his aching prick into her teasingly working hands.
She had raised up higher on the seat and slipped her flimsy white panties down over the smooth white globes of her asscheeks, slowly inching them off, handing them finally to Spencer. He had reached out and dropped their silky softness, perfumed heavily by her body juicing cunt, on the dashboard and she had leaned back expectantly. She had pulled her skirt up to her waist and had leaned back seductively against the door and looked at him with another wicked, suggestive little smile as she had reached down to touch her own hotly steaming pussy juice with one hand while with the other she had moved to stroke her own nakedly throbbing tits. She had pinched hard at one of the firm erect nipples and then at the other, still smiling at him, licking her lipstick-glistening lips.
Spencer had watched her take off her silken panties, smiling as he looked at her smoothly curved young ass. Suddenly the cum had seemed about to geyser its way right out of his balls, and when she had touched the hair-rimmed lips of her hot little pussy before his eyes, the head of his prick jerked and more of the clear white cream bubbled out of the open little slit in its hugely swelling head. He had squeezed his ass tightly together and concentrated on the way she had cupped her own hot little pussy and was finger-fucking herself up inside her widely spread cunthole.
As she had fondled her own titties, her eyes ecstatically closed, her fingers searching and finally finding her hot, moist clitoris, the straining pink trigger of her cunt slit, she had known he was thinking that she was such a hot piece of ass that someday she would surely give in to him again. Her tongue-moistened lips had opened wider then, and she was breathing harder, her fingers rubbing her hot, eager young pussy and moving in a definite rhythm matched by the lewdly displayed swaying of her hips. The firm globular mounds of her young asscheeks had ground down against the car seat, and she remembered that she had felt the cool sensation against the naked little pucker of her asshole. Tentatively, Spencer had touched the body blazing length of his cock, and she had opened her eyes wide to look at his hand circling his own rigid prick.
"Yes, honey. Do that. I want to watch you do that while I . . ." She had wanted to say something dirty, but she had been afraid of what he would think of her. "Talk dirty to me about what we're doing, Spencer, talk dirty to me!"
She had never asked him to do that before, but she had been so damned hot! Her hungrily clasping little pussy had been gushing out all over her fingers and her body throbbing tits had felt like they would burst. She had looked down and seen them, ripe white fruits with tiny erect nipples vibrating nakedly in the air. She had seen Spencer's hand curl around the rigidness of his cock and move up and down again. "Ohhhhh ... I love to see you do that, Spencer, I love to see your hand on your. ... "
She stopped speaking again, not able to say the word out loud.
"You love to see me skinning my cock back and forth," Spencer had snarled at her, a sudden note of frustrated cruelty in his voice. "Is that it? You don't want me to fuck you, you hot little bitch, but you like to spread your legs and finger fuck your pussy in front of me, don't you? You like to watch me jerking off my prick, and say things like 'fuck' and 'cock,' but ... "
Suddenly he had tightened his hand around his throbbing prick and started pumping his cock faster and harder. She had been watching him with widely bulging eyes and fingering her wide-stretched young pussy in a wanton frenzy, too, and she had squeezed her firm ripe titties until it seemed that the two would burst and explode in his viciously accusing face.
She had leaned forward, still rhythmically fingering her little aching cunt and had grasped for his body jerking balls, kneading them feverishly while he came. She had felt them jerking and the cum throbbing up out of them and the lewdness of what she was doing had made the bud of her clitoris quiver wildly under her desperately fucking fingers. She had watched the huge expanding head of his crazily pulsating rod flare and pulse uncontrollably as the cum had spurted thickly out, and, grabbing them from the dashboard, he had caught it in the white silky fabric of her panties. He had groaned deeply in his throat, still fucking the rigidly throbbing cock into the silk of her panties around it as suddenly she felt the frenetic beginning of her own cum.
"Ohhh, God, Spencer, I'm cumming too! I'm cumming too!" She had leaned her head back on the window of the car in obsessed abandon and thrust her desperately quivering pussy out at him. She had wanted him to see her doing this sinful thing, she had wanted him to watch her finger fucking herself; she knew it was dirty and forbidden and she had wanted him to see her do it!
She had felt her pussy juices flooding out of the hot, open little slit of her cunt, flowing down over her hand. "I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmming. Blow on my pussy, Spencer! I'm cummmmmmmmmming!"
Her softly curved asscheeks had jerked and quivered crazily as she had fucked into her pussy harder and harder, and then Spencer's head was down there by her exploding young cunt and he had blown his hot breath over its desperately grinding wetness as she finger fucked herself wildly to ever-increasing heights of ecstasy.
It had been too good, it had been almost more than she could bear, her tiny pink clitoris quivering insanely under the hot blast of his excited breath.
The cum had seemed to run out of every pore in her finger-ravaged cunt. She had thought she was through for a moment and clutched tightly at the wetly flooded curls of her cunt hair when Spencer had put his hand on top of hers and said; "Finger it more, you hot little bitch. Keep on finger-fucking. You like to finger fuck your hot juicy little cunt, so do it, hot little bitch. Fuck it, finger fuck it!" His hand had pushed down against hers and the two of them had had her eager young pussy going again, and again, and again.
"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh! Spencer, help me, help me finger fuck myself. Help me cum. Ohhhh, honey, I'm cumming again. I'm cummmmmming! Prick! Cunt! Cock! Balls! I'm cummmmmming!"
She had felt every nerve-ending in her young body blossom into firecrackers of unbelievable ecstasy and her again body exploding pussy had pulsed like a blinking red light in between her passion-drained legs. She had felt weak and leaned forward, resting her head on Spencer's legs, holding his now limp cock in her cum-drenched hand. She had thought she must have passed out for a few minutes, and when she came to herself she had been afraid to raise her head and look at him. She had kept her eyes closed and cursed herself unmercifully for losing control. How could she have said those awful, disgusting things in front of him? He must think she was a terrible person after that! Slowly she had taken her self-offending hand from his deflated cock and moved to the other side of the seat without facing him and begun to recover her scattered clothes. She had felt so horribly humiliated. She could barely control herself whenever Spencer put his hands on her. She should have known that by now. And then to say all those filthy, unthinkable words. God, he must really think she was a slut.
He must have been dressing at the same time without her noticing it, because by the time she had sat down fully clothed in the seat, staring dully and ashamedly at the bright lights of Hollywood in the distance in front of them, the engine had roared to life and he had whipped the car around and started driving away furiously without saying a word.
When he had squealed to a stop in front of her place, he had turned to her and said, "Listen Cherie, I've had about all of this I can take. Why don't we just skip seeing each other for a while. I mean, it's been fun, but I've about had it. Somebody is going to really fuck the hell out of you some day and I wouldn't mind being the one to do a good job of it, but I'm going to be free-wheeling for a while before I lose my temper completely and rape-fuck the shit out of you."
She had cried and told him he needn't worry, that she was so ashamed she didn't want to see him any more, and besides she was going away to New York for a modeling job.
He had been racing the engine impatiently with his foot. She had gotten out and closed the door with a bang. As she had started the walk up to the dark apartment, he had called her back and she leaned in at the window.
"Better take these with you," he had said, and thrown the tiny bundle of silken white panties to her so that they struck her in the face and she could feel the wetness of virile young cum smeared in them. Then he had dug up the gravel on the drive as he sped off into the dark night
As Cherie lay in her bath thinking about that last night with Spencer once again, she found her neglected young pussy coming to life and stole her hand slowly down to her cunt to relieve the aching and burning. She ground her awakening pussy slowly up toward her searching hand and flexed the smoothly rounded flesh of her asscheeks ...
CHAPTER TWO
Cherie had stood up in the tub and was reaching for the towel to dry herself when she heard her buzzer. "Damn," she muttered. "I'll bet it's Frankie Scarletti again," and she called out, "Just a minute." She hurriedly patted herself dry and stepped into the yellow terry-cloth bathrobe she had brought in with her towel.
"Take your time," she heard a female voice call back from the other side of the door. It was warm and friendly, and Cherie recognized it as Kelly's. She had heard her benefactor over the phone several times, and she felt herself relieved. She had been hoping that Kelly would come over to welcome her.
The young blonde model stood before the full-length mirror and quickly brushed her hair over her smooth sloping shoulders and tightened the belt around her waist, adjusting the front of it to fit snugly across the thrusting globes of her still sensuously throbbing tits. She could feel her stomach muscles flutter slightly at her first meeting with the person who had helped her get the contract when Spencer had called from Los Angeles, and she wished that she had taken a little less time with her bath so that she would have been ready when Kelly arrived.
She stepped quickly through the apartment and opened up the front door.
Kelly Walker stood leaning against the door jamb, lighting a cigarette, her long raven hair flowing well below her soft rounded shoulders and reaching to the center of her back. She was beautiful!
"Hiya, neighbor," she said when she saw Cherie dressed in a bathrobe and still a little wet. "If I had known you were taking a bath, I would have waited, but Frankie told me you had arrived, and I wanted to see you."
Cherie smiled at the stunning, deeply tanned woman. There was a certain glamour about Kelly that did not match the photographs the young fashion model had seen of her. "It's all right," she said, opening the door wider so that her neighbor could come in. "I'd just finished when you rang."
"I'll bet the trip was pretty tiring," Kelly said flicking her cigarette in an empty waste can. "You look like you could use a drink. What say we stop over to my place? You're not set up here, and I have everything we need next door."
Cherie looked around her apartment and noticed that, even though it was furnished, it was hardly adequate for entertaining, and there were many things she wanted to ask Kelly. "All right," the young blonde said brightly. "I'll just change and ... "
"Oh . . . bullshit. You're dressed just fine, dear."
With that, the tall, voluptuous model turned and walked through the door. Cherie followed behind, noticing that Kelly's hips swayed provocatively to and fro, as though she had practiced a glamorous walk that really turned men on. The lovely blonde was not all that sure what she should make of her next-door neighbor, after what Frankie Scarletti had said about her. Kelly opened the door to her apartment, and Cherie noticed that it had not been locked. "Don't you lock your door?" she asked with a trace of bewilderment in her voice. "I should think that in a large city like New York, you would be worried about being robbed or something."
"I do lock it when I'm out on a shoot ... or away from the apartment, but when I'm here, the door is never locked. Any time you want to come over, just walk right in, honey."
"I guess I'm still thinking about a big city with a small-town, California mind," Cherie offered. "I haven't liked a great deal of what I've seen since I've been here."
Kelly went to the small bar in her lavishly decorated apartment. Cherie looked around and noticed plants hanging from the ceiling, brightly colored furniture covers, many paintings and photographs on the wall and small, expensive looking artifacts on several end tables. The lovely dark-haired girl was silent as she poured two shot glasses of Scotch and handed Cherie one.
"What have you seen that you didn't like?" she asked, sipping on her drink as she looked at the blue-eyed blonde.
"Well ... for one thing, Frankie Scarletti."
Kelly choked a little on her drink as though she were trying to stifle a laugh. "Frankie? He's really off the wall. You don't have to worry about him. He's almost a joke. But I thought you lived in Tinsel Town for a while. You should be used to a large city."
Cherie sipped lightly on her drink. She was not used to drinking this early in the day, when she drank at all. "I did, but only for a few months while Spencer and I were shooting the layout for Baby Bonnie. I never really liked Los Angeles all that much, but with Spencer, I didn't feel as alone as I do here."
"Well, we should be able to remedy that. Before you know it, you'll have all kinds of friends," Kelly said as she sat casually on her large couch.
Cherie was a little surprised by the beautiful woman's helplessness. Usually other women tried to stay away from her because she was so beautiful, but she could see right away that Kelly was very informal. She liked that.
"Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions about what you'll be doing, but I don't want to talk about that right now. There'll be plenty of time for that in the next week or so. Since I'm more experienced than you, I have it from the head office that you'll be shooting with me for a while. After that, you're on your own. It's a big agency, but we take care of our own."
Cherie felt totally at ease with this slightly older young woman. There was something about her to indicate that even though Frankie Scarletti had been correct about what he had told her about Kelly Walker, he had greatly exaggerated. The sophisticated, sensual ease of the raven-haired beauty was different and quite charming.
"Now . . . tell me about the trip here," Kelly said, making conversation. Cherie sat down in a white leather chair opposite the glamorous fashion model, whose face had been on the covers of so many magazines.
"The trip was really tiring," Cherie said, taking another, deeper sip from her drink. "There were times when I felt every man on the plane was stripping me with his eyes."
"That shouldn't be all that surprising. You're a hot looking girl. And traveling alone makes you look available. You shouldn't let things like that bother you," Kelly said as she lowered both her hands holding her drink down to her cunt to rest between her luscious thighs covered by a flowing blue chiffon skirt.
"It doesn't bother me all that much," Cherie countered. "I should think though, that some men would want to get to know me as a person instead of just a ... a ... a sex object."
Kelly shrugged her shoulders without looking at Cherie. "Fucking is fun. There's no reason not to have a little fun when you can get it. God knows there are enough problems in the world."
Cherie felt a shudder race down the length of her spine. How could an intelligent person like Kelly believe that sex was something just for fun? True, it was something delightful as she remembered from being with Spencer, but to have that kind of "fun" with just any man. . . . She noticed that Kelly's black eyes seemed to be tracing a suggestive path across the robe pulled tightly over her full, rounded, wide-set tits.
"Here in New York City, alone, you'll learn to find yourself," the older woman said. "There're plenty of different people here. You might even find someone like Spencer."
"Spencer is one in a million," Cherie said, as though she were defending her lover against some cheap defamation. Some day she had vowed she would get him back.
Kelly shrugged again. "I don't want to get personal, Cherie. What you believe is your own business. Let me freshen up your drink." The lovely model stood up from the couch and refilled both glasses. While she was gone, Cherie took another, more inclusive look at the apartment. It was laid out exactly the same as her own, except that everything was reversed. That meant that Kelly's bedroom and her own were right next to each other. Cheri noticed that Kelly's stereo was in the living room, and that made her glad. She knew some people who put the stereo in their bedrooms, and from the way the two apartments were laid out, there could have been trouble between the two girls if Kelly had done the same thing. The view from Kelly's room was almost the same as from her own . . . overlooking the Hudson River.
"To you, and your new life," Kelly Walker said as she raised her glass in a toast and handed Cherie her refill.
Cherie drank, feeling the warm soothing liquor burn pleasantly down her throat and relax her tired muscles as much as the bath had.
"For what it's worth," Kelly said, "I really started at the bottom."
"Oh?" Cherie asked in surprise. "I would have thought you started closer to the top."
"It's like I said. There's lots of room for advancement in the fashion world. It depends on how you handle yourself, though."
"How long have you been with the agency?"
"Almost four years. I've had to deal with die men we have in the agency. Some of them are nice, some of them are real bastards, but in general, people are people. We have sort of a microcosm in this business, and if you can handle yourself, you should have no trouble."
Cherie was a little put off by Kelly's language, though she could see that there was nothing more to it than a relaxed way of speaking. She had heard women talk like that in Los Angeles, but her growing up years in the sheltered area of her home in Bakersfield had made her forget that there were really no such things as "bad words," as her mother called them. She could see that she and her neighbor would become good friends quickly. Kelly seemed willing to let Cherie be who she wanted to be, and the lovely, young blonde found that Kelly was a very intelligent person. She had a degree in English Literature from N.Y.U., and until she had become a fashion model, had been determined to find herself a husband.
"As things turned out, though, I found my place in the business," the black-haired beauty said from the sensually reclining position she'd gotten into on the couch. "I found that there were just too many things to do to take myself out of circulation. Maybe someday, I'll think about getting married, but for now, I want to take everything life has to offer."
"I've thought a great deal about getting married, but I just haven't found the right man," Cherie offered. "I mean, well, Spencer has his work ... "
"I see," Kelly said with a sparkling smile on her full, firm lips. "If Spencer is, as you say, one in a million, you won't find another in Bakersfield. New York is a wide open city. Maybe even more open than Los Angeles."
Cherie took a deep breath. She had had a little more to drink than she wanted, and with all the alcohol and the long trip, she was feeling very tired. "I think I'm going to bed. If I have to shoot tomorrow, I'll want to be a little more alive than I'm feeling today."
"I'll be around tomorrow morning to take you to the studio," Kelly said. "Remember one thing, though. Away from work, we can be friends. In the business world, we're competitors!"
"I won't forget," Cherie said as she opened the door and walked the few steps to her own apartment. Looking around, she realized that she hadn't gotten as settled as she would have liked, but it was more important to get to know the people she would be working with than to unpack and arrange everything. She thought briefly of putting on the nightie she liked to wear when she went to bed, but she was just too tired to unpack even that.
Dropping her suitcase on the floor next to her bed, she took off her robe and climbed naked in between the sheets of her bed. The drinking she had done made thinking impossible, and she was quickly asleep, feeling as though she belonged right where she was for the first time since Spencer and she had broken up.
It had been early evening when Cherie had gone to bed, but when she woke up, it was pitch black outside. Cherie lay in her bed and wondered why she had woken up, and she had almost drifted back to sleep when she heard a thumping against her bedroom wall, the same wall that was against Kelly's apartment. She pulled her naked body to a sitting position and strained her ears to listen. She heard it again . . . muffled noises that echoed through her darkened room. Then another sound ... a high pitched, then lower, almost pleading and groaning. The lovely naked blonde held her breath and listened. It sounded as though a body had been thrown on the bed. Quickly, Cherie remembered that Kelly left her door unlocked. Could it be that some man had gotten past the security guard and come up to her to rob her apartment?
Cherie slid her head against the wall and pressed her ear tightly to it. The noises were still muffled, and she could not quite make out what was happening. The thought that her only friend in New York City might be in trouble fixed itself in her mind. She had to see if there was anything she could do. She picked up her robe and wrapped it around her body, walking silently through her own apartment, through the hall and into Kelly's apartment. Her heart was pounding so loudly that she was certain that she would be heard. There was the unmistakable sound of movement in Kelly's bedroom floating through the stillness.
The door to Kelly's bedroom was slightly ajar, and there was a soft light coming through the crack. Wouldn't Kelly scream if she needed help? Cherie thought she might, but there was the possibility that she couldn't. She walked on her toes, drawn by some unknown force to the open bedroom door. The soft light from the night light made hardly any shadows as the voluptuous young blonde pushed the door further open.
A low moan was suddenly discernible as Cherie tried to let her eyes become adjusted to the faint light. She squinted and heard more noises coming out without letup. Pushing the door open more, she was sure she could hear the sound of heavy breathing and the lewd, squeaking sounds of bed springs punctuated by animal-like grunts of what sounded like pain. Cherie poked her head a little more into the bedroom and adjusted her eyes to the soft lighting in the room, and the figures splayed out on Kelly's bed suddenly became clear.
Cherie's heart stopped beating for a moment, and her breath choked in her throat. There was a man on top of Kelly ... and they were fucking!
The bed was positioned so that the wide-eyed blonde could see the man's long, thickly pulsing cock disappearing and reappearing with each deep, hard fuck he made into Kelly's greedily devouring cunt. The beautiful model's legs were stretched open wide and every now and then she would kick high up in the air and then fold her ankles around his driving asscheeks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength.
Cherie put her hand to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, and she leaned against the door jamb to keep from falling as she felt all the blood drain from her face. Kelly had never mentioned that she had a boyfriend, or that she was expecting a visitor. Sex should be something secret and precious . . . not cheap and open as this was! Cherie was aghast as she watched the unknown man fucking deeply into Kelly, and her mouth dropped open as she caught sight of his stiffly throbbing cock with every out-fuck. How could a woman be so free with her body? Oh, God, this was depraved!
In the dim light, Cherie could make out her narrow hair-lined split of Kelly's vagina opening around the man's immense cock like a love-starved mouth. As his wetly glistening penis slid down to the spasmodically contracting lips of Kelly's cunt, Cherie could see the fleshy foreskin on the cock and the bottom of its bulbous, round tip pausing for a teasing moment only to fuck back through the tight little vaginal lips once more.
Cherie stood hypnotized, unable to take her eyes away from the spectacle of love-making in front of her. No . . . calling it love-making was too good. This was fucking!
Cherie never thought she would even think the word, but in was the only thing that came to her mind. She would never have believed that Kelly, a woman who seemed so intelligent, could be like the "bad girls" her mother had told her about. Cherie had known women who had been fucked by their boyfriends without being married to them, but at least there was love between them. But this . . . Oh God .. .!
Despite her non-acceptance of what she was watching, the scene brought vivid memories of making love with Spencer. It had seemed a long time since the first and only time she had felt a man's cock fucking into her hot little cunt, and while her fingers generally relieved some of the emptiness, they always left her pussy begging for more. For a brief moment, she wondered what it would be like to once again have a man's prick fucking in and out of her pussy.
Cherie could see the muscles standing out like velvet cables on Kelly's smooth inner thighs, and then her legs lifting higher, the long, evenly tanned columns spiraling up the man's back. His hands were cupping around her nakedly pumping white asscheeks with a lustful strength that almost cut white bloodless lines into the smooth curving resiliency of Kelly's flesh. He squeezed the firm rounded moons together, forcing the walls of her tightly quivering cunt closer around the thickness of his rigidly fucking cock. Cherie narrowed her eyes to see the soft raven curls of sparse pussy hair grazing tantalizingly against the lust-swollen prick with each in and out stroke.
Kelly's nakedly upraised asscheeks were grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were becoming more and more desperate as the glazed, half-comprehending blue eyes of the blonde stayed glued to the wild, intense fucking taking place on the bed. Kelly's passionately demonic upward thrusts were met with equal desperation by the man, whose face, turning to the side for a moment, was distorted in a mask of lust.
"Oooooooooo . . . yyyyyyyyeeeeeeesssssss . . . Bobbie. Fuck me . . . fuck your big, wonderful cock into my cunt," Kelly wailed up into the brown-haired man's face.
Cherie couldn't believe she had heard correctly. The time she and Spencer had fucked, she had never said anything like that except once! What could the relationship be between Kelly and the man she called Bobbie? Cherie tried to fix a description of his passion-flushed face, but the loud smack of pussy flesh against cock flesh resounding through the room like peals of thunder distracted her thoughts and brought her attention back to the lascivious motions of their wantonly writhing loins below.
Kelly's legs curled and uncurled in wild ecstatic spasms around the man's obscenely pumping asscheeks, pulling him down into her like a boa constrictor sapping strength from its victim.
"Fuck me back . . . fuck me harder, Kelly," the man grunted above the wantonly writhing woman.
"Yesssss . . . Bob ... I love it. I'm fucking my cunt back as hard as I can . . . ooooooohhhh! Ooohh! Ooohh!"
Cherie backed away from the bedroom and out of the apartment, silently closing the door behind her as she made her way to her own bedroom. She threw herself onto her own bed, the sounds of Kelly's fucking still coming through the wall that separated their rooms. Her pussy tingled hotly from watching them fuck. She could even envision what they were doing and it brought to mind again the time when she and Spencer had fucked. She could feel a rippling wave of pulsating sensation sear through the tips of her hugely billowing titties down into her cunt, and she mindlessly touched one hand to her straining left tit, reaching under her robe and feeling the small pointed nipple harden beneath her gently pinching fingers. A teasing wave of pleasurable warmth quivered out across the tiny erect nipples of both tits as her hands commenced to roam of their own free will over the fleshy curves of her naked, shamelessly aroused young body.
Seeing Kelly fucking with the strange man had gotten her pussy more excited than she realized, and she could feel the frustration of emptiness burning down in her cunt. While she had nothing against finger-fucking herself, she wished she weren't so lonely that she had to, and the need for sexual release got the better of her once more.
As if in a dream, her hands began to massage the straining whiteness of her sensuously throbbing tits, gently trapping the trembling little nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until she was almost certain that she would rip them loose from her sensually quivering mounds.
God! What she had seen was added to the memories of Spencer she had had earlier in the day. She had been just about to finger fuck her pussy then, and she would have had not Kelly come to visit. Now, with the knowledge that her next-door neighbor was being fucked, there was nothing she could do against the wave of desire that washed over her.
A small amount of light entered her bedroom, and she watched her body tremble under the ministrations of her own fingers. Her hands burrowed down her abdomen and groped at the sparse, softly curling, golden pussy hair up between her firm young thighs. She slowly spread her legs and watched as the fleecy mound covering her cunt began to glisten with tiny droplets of her body flowing cunt juice and sparkle in the dim light. She could feel her own moistly dilating pussy slit palpitating now against the tips of her fingers that drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the fleshy lips of her body quivering cunt to the cool air around her lewdly working hands.
Groaning, Cherie thrust her fuck finger into her heatedly moistened cunthole, sensing the open, blonde-furred lips of her pussy part slightly as if to permit her finger free entry. Her mind raced wildly from her thoughts of the only lover she had ever had to the obscene sights she had seen in Kelly's apartment.
She could still hear the lewd smack of the shamelessly writhing model's pussy flesh against the strange man's wildly fucking cock, and the low mewling sounds of passion erupting from the shapely raven beauty's throat, and she recalled the length and thickness of the man's glistening cock as it fucked in and out of Kelly's hungrily sucking pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh . . . ooohhh . . . oohh . . oh ... oh . . ." she heard the sharp cries, telling her that her friend next door was about to explode into a mind-blowing cum.
The fire in Cherie's painfully throbbing cunt burned and smoldered more intensely than ever, demanding more and more to feed its all-consuming hunger. She screwed another finger into her cunt-hole, spreading her legs even further apart, then, with a low passionate moan of her own, she drew her legs widely apart and upraised her nakedly wriggling asscheeks off the mattress. She looked down at herself to see her wildly writhing form, one hand working on the stiffening little nipple of her pulsating right tittie through the parted bathrobe while the other fucked rhythmically in and out of her moistly glistening little pussy, imitating the thrust and counter-thrust of a cock ravishing her cunt . . . Spencer's cock . . . Bob's cock . . . It made no difference. Any cock!
The obscene vision of her own voluptuously swaying body, the bathrobe parted to expose the flat, tanned plane of her belly and her moistly glistening pussy hair sent renewed tingles of lascivious pleasure through her trembling cunt.
Cherie Tyson's mind went wild as she finger-fucked herself to a wild cum. She heard the heave of bed springs from the adjoining room followed by a low, panting moan, and then her mind did something she would not have expected. She no longer imagined that it was Spencer's cock fucking in and out of her. Her mind fixed on the image of Bob, and envisioned him filling her body squirming little pussy hole with the plunging whiteness of his hugely fucking cock.
Electric tingles of lewd pleasure raced through the young blonde's cunt as she pictured herself under the stranger's savagely fucking cock, and a wanton surge of lust-drenching sensation swept through her hungrily aching little pussy when she realized that unless she changed her whole way of thinking, she would never be able to end the emptiness she was feeling in her hot little cunt.
"God. . . I Ooohhh God! Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck it. Fuck meeeeeeeeeee. . .!" she heard Kelly's impassioned voice through the walk
Cherie's face contorted as she felt her orgasm coming . . . tiny fiery fingers of pleasure leaping through her body clasping and unclasping cunt walls, and her whole body vibrated as the first throes of her climax seared through her burning cunt
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggg ... ssshlAhnhhiiiitttt . . .!" she heard the man's voice resound in both rooms. "I'm cumming ... I'm cuuuuuummmmmmmuinng.. I
The young blonde's moist, quivering pussy grew wetter still, her white-hot pussy juices gushing from around her deeply fucking fingers and stickily covering her hand. She could feel it running in warm, slippery rivulets down the inside of her nakedly trembling thighs to her gyrating asscheeks.
Cherie stayed in her position, with her legs splayed out wide, for a while, enjoying the last fluttering of ebbing pleasure that seared through her moistly palpitating little cunt. Finally, though, it was over, and with a sigh, she withdrew her fingers from her warmly quivering cunthole before at last resting her warm, flushed asscheeks down on the mattress, her hot young cunt satiated and her mind empty of all thoughts.
She lay there completely still, her hands resting on her cum-drenched thighs and the yellow bathrobe still pulled up and to the side of her narrow waist.
It just isn't fair, she thought to herself. Even though this had been one of the better finger fucks she had had, it was still not the same as having a man's cock fucking in and out of her pussy. She believed what her mother had told her when she was in high school. A lady should make love only to her husband. Cherie had never considered anything else and had only slipped up once. She had thought of finding another man like Spencer, but most of the men she had met in Los Angeles and in her home town in California were only after sex. None of the boys had been as gentle and patient with her as Spencer had been. Perhaps she would find a man like him in New York City.
Cherie began to feel more alone than she ever had in her life. When she had left home the first time, she had been with the man she loved. But now . . . she had no one. The only person she knew in New York was acting in a manner totally foreign to her way of puritan thinking, and the lovely blonde model wondered if she would ever be able to end the lonely aching sensation she was beginning to feel more and more often these days up inside her treacherous young cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Cherie Tyson's very first morning in New York City was unlike her first day in any other place she had been before in all of her eighteen years. Kelly had come to her apartment at six-thirty to take her to breakfast before they took the subway to Third Avenue.
The tall slender blonde hurried to get dressed while Kelly sat in the living room smoking cigarettes while she waited. Cherie felt her little pussy tingling with excitement as she thought about what her first day in "The Rig Apple" would be like. She could hear the traffic noises filtering through her open window, something she rarely heard in either Los Angeles, where everything was spread out, or in Bakersfield, where she had grown up on a quiet, residential street. Even though it was July, it was fairly comfortable out, and she dressed for the weather. She slipped into a light yellow skirt knowing that the smooth, evenly tanned firmness of her thighs was exposed more than she would have dared in Bakersfield. She decided that she would try and open herself to some of the new ideas Kelly had expressed the day before. Then she buttoned her matching yellow print blouse and stood to admire herself in the full length mirror. The night's sleep she had had, despite the wild finger fucking she had given her aching pussy, made her feel refreshed after the lone plane trip from California, and her tanned face reflected the glow of sunlight washing into her bedroom.
"Are you about ready?" Kelly called. "We have to be at the studio in about an hour, and I'm starved!"
Cherie bounced into her living room, feeling a little giddy at being in such a large city. Kelly made an exaggerated expression with her face, signifying that she approved of the way Cherie was dressed. "Not bad . . . not bad at all," the older dark-haired fashion model said. "There might be hope for you yet, dear."
As the two girls walked through the city to the subway, Kelly having insisted they take the subway that would take them to Third Avenue where the studio was, they chatted amiably. When they reached the diner where they would eat breakfast, their conversation continued. All during this time, Kelly said nothing about the strange man who had been fucking her the night before, and even though Cherie wanted to ask about him, she decided that it was really none of her business. One thing she had learned in high school was that different people lived different life styles, and what was wrong for one person might be right for another. The young blonde hoped that the differences she and Kelly had would not affect their working together and their friendship.
After breakfast, Kelly and Cherie walked to the subway station, and Cherie felt out of place pressed together with the morning rush-hour crowd. She was almost certain that she could feel several hands giving her firm, sensuously curved asscheeks a pinch or two, but there was no way she could turn around and see who had done it. She decided that it had happened just because so many people were packed in the small space of the car, and it was something she would have to get used to. She herself found that it took a great deal of work on her part to keep from pressing her hand against the crotch of a businessman standing next to her, but as the car jostled along the tracks, her fingers inevitably did touch his crotch, only to be held there by the press of people. She could feel his cock swell as her hand, no matter how hard she tried to pull it away, remained in contact with his thickly pulsing cockflesh. She looked up at the man with horror in her eyes, but she saw that he was smiling at her.
"That's the way I like to wake up in the morning," he said to her. An involuntary hot thrill tingled through her pussy as she wondered if the man would try anything with her, and she was relieved when the car came to a bucking halt and Kelly tapped her on the shoulder.
"This is where we get off," she said, and Cherie was so ashamed that she bolted out of the car ahead of everyone else. She glanced back at the man, and saw him blow her a kiss as the train pulled away.
Nothing Cherie could have read or learned about New York would have prepared her for actually being there. Golly, there were so many tall buildings that most of the sunlight was blocked from the street. She and Kelly walked through crowds of people, and Cherie looked up in wonder at the tall buildings. She felt like a tourist, and she wondered if she would ever get used to living in such a large city. Everyone seemed totally removed from everyone else. Streets packed with cars waiting at red lights for a mass of people to cross. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get where they were going. It was totally unlike Bakersfield, or even Los Angeles. Finally, she felt Kelly pull her arm.
"Hey, California Girl," the lovely older model said. "This is where we shoot today."
Cherie looked up and saw a tall modern building. Did the Gaylord Montague Modeling Agency occupy the entire building? It was easily twenty-five stories, towering above much of the hustle and bustle of the city, and it looked as though it was made entirely of glass. Cherie walked into the building, her mouth gaping at the cold, harsh beauty of the structure, and tried to compose herself as she, Kelly, and a good ten other people rode the elevator up to various floors. Kelly took complete charge as she led Cherie through a maze of hallways to the model agency, finally entering a large room filled with desks arranged in what seemed like an irregular fashion.
"This is our little hide-away," Kelly told Cherie as she waved hello to several men who had seen them come in.
"It hardly looks like a place where a modeling agency carries on business," the shapely young blonde remarked, surprised. She looked around at the walls, covered with enlarged photographs of beautiful women and felt the thick, plush carpet cushion her feet. It looked like a large, lavishly decorated living room.
"We like to think it doesn't make any difference what the office looks like as long as we do a good job," said a deep, resonant male voice behind her.
Cherie jumped with surprise as she turned around and saw a tall, hazel-eyed man with light brown hair standing behind her. Kelly leaned over and introduced him as Russ Miles, one of the head photographers.
"I sort of make things run smoothly here. If there are any problems, I end up with them and try to straighten them out."
As he spoke, he and Kelly gave each other knowing glances, and Cherie began to get the idea that at one time they might have been fucking together perhaps as wildly as Kelly and Bob had been fucking the night before. There were feelings passing between Kelly and Russ that made Cherie feel uncomfortable, though. She gathered that whatever had happened in the past, there was more than just a light hint of hatred between them now.
"I guess Kelly has told you a little about our agency," Russ said as he moved around the older, raven-haired model and put his arm around her. "Kelly and I have been working together for quite some time. We've gone through a lot of shit together ... both in the studio and outside."
Kelly smiled but moved away from the attractive young man, his hand falling against his side. "If you two will excuse me," she said sweetly, looking at Russ and batting her long dark eyelashes at him sarcastically, "I have some shooting to do."
She walked away from the couple, and Russ turned to Cherie, who was wondering how she should handle the situation. The last thing she wanted to do was get caught up in a personal squabble between two people she hardly knew . . . especially if she was going to be working with them.
"Let me show you where you'll be working," Russ said, assuming a professional air. "That's part of my job . . . breaking girls in. If I do it right, I have fewer problems and my job is easier. I want to make it so I get paid for doing nothing at all."
That sounded a little strange to Cherie, and she said, "Isn't that being a little lazy on your part?"
"Oh ... not at all. It just means I've done my job well, that's all."
As the two of them walked through the large office and sound studio, Cherie noticed that Kelly was going out of her way to avoid them. Russ must have noticed it too, for as soon as he showed Cherie around, he looked down at her and said, "If I were you, I'd watch out for Kelly. If you're living next to her, you could get caught up in some pretty messy business."
Cherie felt offended at being told how she should five her life with the people she knew. She was old enough to take care of herself and didn't need another mother to try and enforce personal likes and dislikes of her friends on her. She tried to remain casual. "I may not know Kelly as well as you do," she said in a blank tone, "but she has been nice to me ever since I came yesterday, and I'll reserve judgment until something happens."
"Don't get me wrong," he said by way of a mock apology. "Kelly's a nice kid. I just don't want you to get caught up in something you can't handle with her, that's all."
Cherie stiffened. She had never expected to hear something like this on her first day at work. She had a job to do, and she was determined that she would do it.
"Whatever happened between you and Kelly," she said softly but firmly, "is between you and Kelly. And I'm fairly capable of taking care of myself, thank you, Mister Miles."
Cherie hoped that she had not offended him by what she had said, but she wanted to let him know that she was not part of the in-fighting that seemed to pervade the office.
Russ nodded and dismissed the subject of Kelly. He pulled a chair from an empty desk and sat down next to the shapely blonde model. "You'll be shooting some footwear for a while until we see where your better talents are. Kelly started out like that. It lets you get the feel of things, and shows us what you can and can't do."
The handsome man took several folders of pictures and went over them with Cherie, showing her the finer points of posing. As he sat next to her, Cherie felt his leg pressing against hers, moving back and forth along the firm smoothness of her exposed thigh under the desk. The young blonde was surprised that she did not mind his forwardness, but she made a mental note that she would not encourage him to go any farther. Her little experience on the subway had shown her that while physical contact in Bakersfield might have meant something, here in New York City it was simply a matter of course.
Cherie was so absorbed that she lost all track of time, and she was relieved when Russ closed a folder and said, "I think that's about enough for the morning. How about coming to lunch with me? I'm sure you have lots of questions, no matter what Kelly might have told you yesterday."
He stood up quickly, and Cherie noticed that his cock had swollen while his leg had been pressed against hers. The innocent young girl tried to look away, but the size of the erection was something she had never expected. He must have been very aroused by her presence, and he had an obvious sexual desire for her.
For a moment, Cherie thought of declining his invitation to lunch, but the fact was, she did have several questions, and so far, there had been nothing threatening about being with him. What could happen at lunch with a good many people around?
They took the elevator to the small, dimly lit restaurant in the basement of the building. Even though it was small, it was a very cozy place, and Cherie thought she might be spending a lot of time there ... if things worked out for her. There was something about Russ that she couldn't put her finger on. She liked being with him, and she could see that he liked being with her, but she wished he had not been so obvious about pressing his leg against hers.
They sat across from each other in the dimly lit restaurant, and each time Cherie moved, she was certain that Russ was watching her full tits jiggling. He ordered martinis and Cherie settled down to learn more about the business.
"I would have thought that since the Agency deals mostly with women, the managers would be women too," she remarked as their drinks came.
Russ sipped on his martini as he thought of an answer. "We believe that managers and personnel in general should be the best person for the job. If it happens that a man is, so be it."
Cherie sipped on her martini. It seemed a little strong to her, but she hardly ever drank, and she reasoned that that was probably why. She hadn't realized how tense she had become during her first morning, and she could feel her muscles relaxing as the warming alcohol flowed through her body. Russ told her a little more about the agency, and then he asked her how she had actually come to meet Kelly.
"A friend of mine in Los Angeles knows her. I called her up and since I had no place to stay in New York, she found me a place right next to her."
"I'll bet you were a little surprised to meet a woman like her right after you came from a place like Bakersfield," Russ remarked.
Cherie noticed that again Russ had turned the conversation back to Kelly. "I was ... a little," Cherie stuttered. She really hadn't been expecting quite what she had found in her neighbor. "But I think she's really a nice person, and I know I'll learn a lot living next to her."
"You can bet your sweet little ass on that," he said as he waved the hand holding his drink in front Cherie felt his legs pressing against her own once more, his knee rubbing with stubborn persistence against her thigh. While he was generally acting very casual otherwise, Cherie got the definite impression that he was fully aware of what he was do- ing. Her slightly alcohol-dazed mind drifted to the few skimpy facts she had about Russ and Kelly's relationship. She could even remember the size of his cock when he had stood up from behind her desk in the office, and her cunt tingled excitedly.
"You look like you're in Bakersfield again," Russ said as he waved the hand holding his drink in front of her face.
"No ... no, I was just thinking about something," she said, avoiding his hazel eyes as he leaned forward. "Just thinking."
"That's what I like to see in a model," he said as he gulped the remainder of his drink. "People who do that have good imaginations. If you can put your beauty and brains to work for us, you'll be a top model in no time." He reached across the table and put his hand on top of hers. "You could really go far. You're beautiful as well as businesslike, and that combination can make a girl successful."
"Thank you, that's very nice," Cherie said as she pulled her hand out from under his and straightened herself. Russ signalled for two more martinis before she had a chance to protest. She was not used to drinking as much as she had already, and never drank in the middle of the day. Russ didn't seem to be getting hungry, though she could see by the clock on the wall that it was almost two.
"Hadn't we better be getting back to the studio?" she asked.
"There's no rush," he said. "This is your first day. You'll have plenty of shooting to do tomorrow."
She could feel her stomach grumbling in hunger, and her head was spinning with the effects of the martinis. After she finished the second one, though, she was feeling more relaxed. Russ pressing his leg against hers no longer bothered her; she took his gesture as one of friendliness. Things are a little different here than in Bakersfield, she thought to herself. When she had been living in Los Angeles, she had allowed some of Spencer's arty friends to put their arms around her shoulders while they had been talking. Of course, she had been so much in love then, and there was no thought of anything else but friendship. Since she would be working with Russ, she knew she would become friends with him.
Finally, Russ asked her if she wanted anything to eat. When their lunch came, she ate ravenously. The chef s salad she ordered was especially good, and after she had finished, she felt even less tense. Russ was proving to be very entertaining company. She wished he wouldn't hate Kelly as much as he seemed to. She would hate to have to choose between the only two people she knew in New York City.
"I never thought my first day on the job would be so nice," she said, feeling in a mellow mood, lifting her after-lunch coffee to her lips.
"I like being in the company of an attractive woman," Russ said. "Especially one so intelligent. I hope you aren't bothered by my saying that."
"No ... no, of course. I . . . I'm flattered," she said, not exactly knowing what he meant by it. It did sound nice, though.
"Maybe we could see more of each other," he said, dropping his eyes to the rounded swell of her full, sensuous tits.
"Well, we will see a lot of each other while we're working."
"No, I meant outside of shooting. I assume Kelly has told you about the party we're having on Thursday."
"No, she hasn't"
"Every month we have a party. You know, a little something to help us unwind. Some of the top people get together and have fun. Would you like to go with me?"
Cherie thought about it for a moment. There was nothing the least bit threatening about Russ to her knowledge. At least he wasn't leering at her full, lush body the way Frankie Scarletti and the man on the subway this morning had. Perhaps it was time to go out and meet new people. She was young and beautiful, on her way up the ladder to fame and success. She should meet some people who would be able to help her to get "in."
"I'd be happy to go," she heard herself say. Then she had second thoughts. "I won't know anyone there, though. Do you think I'll fit in?"
Russ smiled. "Well, you'll know me. And Kelly will be there. You'll be just fine. Just remember, though, I wouldn't talk to Kelly about what we've said to each other. She might get the wrong impression. She can be a real bitch when she wants to be, and with you living so close to her, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
After a little more conversation, they returned to the agency and a little after that, Cherie and Kelly left for the day.
Cherie sensed that there was a little animosity emanating from Kelly. They rode to their apartment in a taxi in silence. The lovely, voluptuous older woman showed none of the brightness she had exhibited the day before. Cherie wanted to believe it was simply because Kelly was tired. Modeling was hard work, but she couldn't help thinking that it might be because she had spent so much of the day with Russ. She looked at her lovely neighbor almost as if fascinated by her soft, flaring curves and the gentle sweep of her large, ripe tits. Cherie knew that Kelly was a very beautiful and well-known woman, and she guessed that perhaps Russ had made a pass at her, and she hadn't responded. Is Russ getting back at Kelly by making a pass at me? Cherie wondered innocently.
When they reached their apartment, Kelly turned to her and asked, "Have you got anything to eat at your place? Because if you haven't . . . you can have dinner with me at my place. I'm not a bad cook."
"Thank you ... I'd like that," Cherie answered. She wanted to talk to Kelly to see if she could find out a little more about Russ Miles.
While Kelly prepared a large Caesar salad, they had a batch of martinis.
"Did you have a nice day?" Kelly asked matter-of-factly.
"It was very nice," the young blonde answered, trying to be casual. "I'm afraid I got a little tipsy, though. I was surprised that Russ took me to lunch."
"Russ does things like that," Kelly said, her voice obviously carrying disdain for the handsome young man. "I'd watch him if I were you. He can really be nice sometimes . . . and he can be a real pain in the ass as well."
"He told me about the party on Thursday," Cherie said, taking a healthy sip of her drink to help calm herself down. "I was wondering if I should go with Eim. What do you think, Kelly?"
"You might as well," she said. "You'll get to see some of the beautiful people of New York in action there."
Cherie shivered at the obvious dislike Kelly was expressing for her so-called friends. As young as she was, she could see that she had entered into a situation where she, as an outsider, was very vulnerable. Kelly didn't like Russ any more than he liked her, no matter what they had each said to her at the beginning of the day. The sweetly innocent young blonde did not want to get caught between them in whatever their personal quarrel was, but she could see that having to work with both of them, there would be almost no way out. She knew that in a war between the sexes, even innocent bystanders can get hurt. And, with a sharp pang beneath her softly trembling titties, the lovely eighteen-year-old blonde realized that she teas innocent.
CHAPTER FOUR
The voluptuous young blonde was too tired the following day to even think about how her hot little cunt ached to be fucked. She spent almost the entire day on her feet shooting stills for a shoe company. Since she had been so busy, she didn't know that Bob, the man she had seen fucking Kelly two nights ago, was shooting right next door in another studio. He was brought over to her as she was resting, and was introduced by Kelly as a well-known photographer.
A shudder of recognition thundered through Cherie as. she looked at the stocky, hard-muscled features of Bob Avery. As Kelly presented him, Cherie noticed that his eyes kept flicking to the full cantaloupe mounds of Kelly's huge luscious tits. She thought for a moment that they might have seen her standing at the bedroom door while they were fucking, but she dismissed the thought as silly. They had been too busy moaning and writhing wantonly about, as Bob had fucked his huge cunt-splitting cock in and out, in and out of Kelly's naked greedily devouring little pussy. Oh God, her own pussy was getting all hot and juicy again, just thinking about how hard and deep Bob's cock had fucked Kelly's hot cunt. But she smiled up at the man in front of her, still envisioning the sight of his hugely erect cock fucking into the other's moistly clasping cunt. God, I hope he can't tell that my pussy's all hot and wet!
"I . . . I'm pleased to meet you," she said as Kelly walked away. "I suppose being a well-known photographer is hard work sometimes."
"It is sometimes," he said as he sat on the edge of a chair. Even though he had been standing over her, Cherie noticed that his new position gave him a better view of her own body trembling titties, and she could almost feel his eyes burning through her thin, tight-fitting blouse to the hardening pink nipples. "Things aren't so bad at the moment. We're really raking it in. But even that increases the damn work load."
"I'd like to learn more about how the fashion business works," she said, wanting to be friendly to her neighbor's boyfriend.
"Babe, what you learn is how to survive when there are hundreds of other chicks competing for the same jobs. That's all there is to it. And that means playing ball. It works the same way in here as it does out there."
"And playing ball can be a lot of fun, dear," Kelly said as she reappeared with a coffee cup.
"What do you mean, playing 'ball'?" Bob asked with a broad grin on his face, pulling his glance away from Cherie's shapely young body to Kelly's salaciously wriggling ass as she walked to the coffee machine.
"Well ... it all depends on who you play ball with," Kelly retorted, pressing her body up against Bob's. Cherie could see that the handsome older man's cock was starting to swell obscenely in his pants as he gazed unabashedly at her full thrusting tits.
"You said a mouthful, babe," Bob said, taking a sip of coffee before giving her the cup back and returning to his desk.
Cherie felt very ill at ease after he left, though Kelly seemed to be very happy. "He . . . he's really quite nice," Cherie said to be polite, even though she found that she did not like the lecherous man the voluptuous black-haired model had been fucked by right before her eyes.
"Yes, Cherie, he's very nice. And you might get a chance to find out just how nice, if you want, honey."
Cherie narrowed her big blue eyes as she tried to figure out what Kelly was getting at, but the luscious, dark-haired model sauntered back to her seat next to Bob.
For his part, Bob kept a cool, professional attitude for the rest of the day. He was pretty delighted with Kelly's new neighbor, and he could see that she was going to be a lot of fun, even if she didn't know it yet It was always nice to have a fresh piece of ass around. Kelly was a pretty good fuck, but frankly, he was getting a little tired of her insatiable cunt. She was always asking him when her next promotion was coming. He could remember when she was on the bottom, and now here she was, almost demanding that Bob use his influence and make her the agency's top model.
The muscular man smiled to himself as he thought about Cherie saying that she wanted to learn more about the modeling business. She must believe all that bullshit about advancement and opportunity based on hard work. God! Sometimes, he thought Kelly believed it herself. Well, in a way it was true, he thought to himself with a chuckle. But skill in the bed, not in the studio, was what was required. Kelly had learned that early enough, and if she wanted to make herself think something else, that was her fucking business.
Cherie was just young and innocent enough to believe it, though, he thought. Wait until she's been around a bit longer.
The rest of the week passed quickly for Cherie. Even though she saw Russ and Bob every day in the studio, she was too busy to pay much attention to them. Bob especially was making it a point to be obnoxiously flirtatious, and Cherie felt uncomfortable about having him be that way while Kelly was in the studio. The older girl didn't seem to mind, though.
During that week, Kelly and Cherie saw a great deal of each other. The young blonde used her evenings to settle into her apartment, arranging things just the way she wanted them. It was the first time she had ever had a whole apartment alone, and she was finding her new freedom very exciting.
Russ had called her twice, and although she felt as though she wouldn't mind going out with him to dinner as he asked her, she put him off by saying that she wanted to get things squared away. There were some things Kelly had said about him that made the young blonde apprehensive about being with him, though she couldn't see what her neighbor could have against him that would make her hate him so much. She did reassure him that she would see him at the party since she was going with Kelly.
When Thursday came around, Kelly gave her neighbor the day off, telling her that she would begin a full week's shooting next Monday. Cherie used the time to splurge on a new outfit for the party. Even though she had been told it would be an informal party, she wanted to look her best. She was making more money at her job now than she ever had, and she decided that she would start looking like it. Besides, she was still a little unsure about being around so many important people.
She showered and dressed in the low cut, light blue dress she had bought in the afternoon. The dress was a little small for her, and as she gave her shoulder-length hair a few final brushes, she found that her dress deeply accented her sensually swelling tits, and full, smoothly curved ass.
When she opened her door for Kelly, she blushed a little as the older woman said she looked as though she were dressed to kill.
"I want to make a good impression," she said. "I . . . I still feel as though I'll be a little out of place there."
"Only because you'll be with Russ," Kelly teased. Kelly was dressed in jewel-studded denim pants that were so tight Cherie could see the outline of her panties underneath. "But take my word for it, kid . . . you should be able to take care of yourself. You might even get to meet Gaylord Montague himself."
"The Big Guy?" Cherie asked, trying to be cool.
"He's the Big Guy all right," Kelly smiled as she lit a long, slender cigarette. "He's not usually at these things, but sometimes he shows up."
"Just where is it we're going?"
"Tonight we're going to one of Bob's ex's apartments in Greenwich Village. Don't worry. It's like Bob told me, you're smart enough to be able to handle yourself."
The two girls rode to the apartment in Kelly's bright red MG and when they arrived, Cherie found that she was in a place that was lavish beyond her wildest dreams. The apartment was a huge penthouse that afforded a lovely view of Washington Square at night. By the time the two neighbors arrived, the party already appeared to have been going for some time.
Cherie could see that no expense had been spared in providing for the party. White-jacketed waiters moved among the crowd, handing out drinks from trays and taking empty glasses. There was an elaborate sound system, and the music playing over the general din of the crowd was loud punk rock. Cherie was certain that she could smell the obvious odor of marijuana.
Kelly led Cherie to the bar where Russ was sitting two stools away from Bob. The shapely young blonde could see that the two men disliked each other as much as Kelly and Russ did. The two girls took their seats next to their respective dates. Russ stood up when he saw Cherie sitting between him and Kelly.
"Hi, babe, I was beginning to wonder if you were coming," he said teasingly. "Would you like something to drink?"
Cherie was about to tell him that she really didn't, but Kelly leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "If I were you, I'd have something really strong. I'm used to this type of party, and I know I'm going to have at least a dozen drinks to get me through. You can diet this weekend while you're recovering."
Cherie wondered what the necessity was, but she shrugged her shoulders and allowed Russ to order her a scotch and soda. It was very strong, but she was so nervous, she hardly noticed the alcohol at all.
In fact, it was so delicious to her that she finished it a little too quickly, and Russ ordered her another. She took her time with the second one, and while Kelly and Bob were talking to each other, she decided that she would get to know Russ a little better.
"I'm really sorry that I didn't go out with you all this week," she said, turning to the handsome young photographer sitting next to her. "But I really wanted to get settled. Now that I'm established at my apartment, I'll feel a little more secure about going out."
"Kelly told me that you're a friend of Spencer Stanton," Russ said, leaning forward and resting his eyes on the sensuous swell of her hugely billowing tits. Cherie felt a little uncomfortable about having him leer at her titties like he was, but she decided that she wasn't going to let it bother her too much. After all, they were big and sexy looking and she should get used to men staring at them, especially since she was in New York City.
"Yes . . . very good friends . . . he's in Europe now doing some layouts for Ferrari. I met him when he came to my high school in Bakersfield to give a talk about careers in photography."
"So this is really the first time you've been all on your own," Russ observed, shifting his body slightly so that his knee was pressing against Cherie's. She thought that she should move her exposed knee away, but there was still nothing threatening about the sophisticated young man, and she was finding him more and more attractive.
"I ... mm ... I guess it is, Russ."
"How do you like working at the studio so far? Russ asked. His leg was moving up and down along her own, and she wasn't certain if it was in time to the loud music or in some mental rhythm of fucking. But whatever it was, she was feeling herself becoming more aroused down there in her cunt than she would have liked. The scotch was affecting her mind a little, making the room seem to weave from side to side, and her pussy lips began to ache and seep warm, moistening juices against her pink silk panties.
"I . . . I like it. It's interesting and exciting. Where did all these people come from, though? Do they all work in the business?"
Russ pulled back his body a little as he laughed warmly. "Most of them do. You'd be surprised how big it is," he explained. "At a party like this people try and secure their positions in the business. You might even get to see your neighbor working for her own betterment."
Again, his hatred for the voluptuous raven-haired girl was evident, and Cherie was determined that she would not allow their personal quarrel keep her from having fun at the party.
"Let's not talk about Kelly tonight," she said, politely but firmly. Russ shrugged his shoulders, and as the music over the speakers changed from a loud fast song to a slow, quiet one, many of the people at the bar left to dance. Cherie felt Kelly leave her side and go to the dance floor with Bob. The young blonde followed her neighbor with her eyes, watching Bob's arms extend down to the small of Kelly's back, his palms cupping lasciviously over the tight rounded moons of the girl's sensually swaying asscheeks.
"Would you like to dance?" Russ asked, rising from his chair and taking her by the hand before she had a chance to answer. As though she were suddenly in a dream, Cherie was curled warmly in his arms, her body pulled gently against his so that the tips of her full billowing tits pushed tautly into his muscular chest. She could feel his eyes on her, looking down the low cut neckline of her dress to the deep cleavage of her softly bouncing tits, and she tried to ignore his hands opening and closing against her back. As long as he doesn't try to do anything more, she thought, I could really like dancing like this with him.
"Have you met many men since you've been in New York?" Russ whispered into her ear. His hot breath against her cheek was increasing the unwanted quivering in her pussy lips. She tried to pull back, feeling her resolve slip away as she thought of the true meaning of his question. He knew damn well she hadn't had any time to meet any men.
"Hey, you don't have to be afraid of me," he said as he felt her pull her warm body slightly away from him. "I'm not as dangerous as, say, Bob Avery."
Cherie felt her face flush slightly as she tried to relax. This was a big city, and things were different here than they were in Bakersfield. She was glad that she had finished her second drink. It made her feel a little more comfortable. She could feel his huge, hardened cock pushing against her cunt as she loosened her body somewhat, and the hard little mound of her pussy was rubbing against the top of his thigh. Then, the young blonde became aware of her left thigh making even more direct contact with his heavily throbbing prick. Breathing wetly into her ear, he ground his hardness slowly and methodically up and down against her taut little belly. She fought the instinct to force herself away from him.
"You . . . you like dancing very close, don't you?" Cherie asked, hoping that she had put enough edge into her voice to show him that she was becoming a little uncomfortable without insulting him.
"It's a good way to get to know people . . . like having lunch with you when you first came here."
"It's a pretty direct way," she laughed. Russ was being almost as kind and gentle with her as Spencer had been, although before she had allowed Spencer to dance with her like this, she had known him for almost three weeks.
"Are you bothered?" he asked, as though he expected her to say no.
"It's not something I'm used to," she said, fighting to remain cool. She knew she would have to be working with this man, and even though he was getting a little too familiar for her, it was better than being alone ... or with Frankie Scarletti or Bob Avery.
"This isn't a high school dance back in Bakersfield," Russ told her. "And an attractive, intelligent young girl like you must be used to the attentions of men." As he spoke, he gave a sharp tug against the smooth place of her back.
Cherie swallowed hard. What he said was true. She was used to the attentions of men. In a way, she was a little sorry she had such a perfect figure. Russ though, was becoming more bold with her than any of his actions during the week would have indicated. Now it seemed to the luscious young blonde that he was actually trying to seduce her. She was attracted to him, but she wished he would go just a little slower. She knew that after all her high school years with only casual dates, she was especially vulnerable to what was happening to her, but she did not want to get caught up in something she wasn't sure she would be able to handle.
"The two of us are unattached, and something really good can come of that ... if you like. Besides, you know that a good deal of advancement in the world is done at parties like this."
He swung the hardness of his throbbing cock snugly against her belly, grinding his rapidly stiffening prick more insistently into the smooth resiliency of her flesh.
"I was told that advancement is based on talent and beauty and hard work, and that's how I intend to advance in the business," she said, her voice carrying a strong sense of determination.
Then, to her total surprise, Russ suddenly pulled away from her and looked directly into her deep blue eyes. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Cherie," he said, "I hope you never change your mind on that, no matter what happens."
Then he took her in his arms again and continued dancing. Cherie felt his heavily pulsing cock once more pressing against her pussy. Her mind, though, was on what he had said. There had been a strong urgency in his voice, and she found that she couldn't really understand what he meant.
Her big blue eyes traveled to the other couples dancing on the floor, and she saw Bob and Kelly only a few feet away from her and Russ. Her neighbor and Bob were swaying back and forth, not moving from their rocking stance to the music, their thighs and asses rotating perceptibly in a semblance of fucking to the full, rich tones of the music which seemed to permeate the entire dimly-lit room in Greenwich Village.
"I think I should tell you, though, that some pretty bad things can happen if you continue with that thinking," Russ told her.
From the tone in his voice, Cherie got the idea that there was something Russ was not telling her. She wanted to ask him what it was, but the music stopped, and he pulled away from her, leading her back to the bar.
Getting her another scotch and soda and one for himself, he motioned to a table in a corner of the room. Cherie was already a little tipsy from the two drinks she had had before, and she was not all that sure that she wanted another, but she took the one he offered her, and sat down opposite him. She found, as they sat and talked, that Russ was really a witty, pleasant person to be with, and only occasionally did she feel his knee against hers. She was certain that he was doing it by accident this time, and whatever apprehension she had felt about him on the dance floor vanished. She was glad that she had, been open and firm with him. Time seemed to pass quickly while she was setting and talking to him, and she did not even object when someone handed her a joint.
She had smoked grass when she was in high school, though only once or twice on a dare. Smoking had never been as open as it seemed to be at this party in Greenwich Village. She was feeling very relaxed and giddy after a couple of hours, when she noticed that she couldn't find Kelly. She could see Bob talking to another woman, a sensual looking redhead sitting on the floor in a far corner of the room. The muscular man had his hand on the redhead's firm, hugely billowing tit, and he was squeezing and kneading her luscious mound while he inched his face closer to hers.
"Are you looking at something?" Russ asked, waving his hand in front of her face. "Or are you just thinking ... the way you were doing at lunch?"
"I ... I was wondering where Kelly was," she said, amazed that after she had seen Bob and Kelly dance the way they had, Kelly's boyfriend would be actually trying to seduce another woman. Could Kelly have seen him pressing his hand on another girl's tit and become jealous? It seemed likely.
"Kelly's still here," Russ said. "I saw her talking with Gaylord Montague, the big wheel of the agency."
"You mean . . . he's here?" Cherie's eyes beamed. "Kelly wasn't sure that he would be."
"Oh, he's here all right, and if I'm not mistaken, you'll get a chance to meet him and help advance yourself."
"Tonight?"
"No, not tonight," Russ laughed. "At the moment Kelly is ... talking to him."
Cherie strained her head up to look for the voluptuous, dark fashion model, but even though there were many people in the large room, she could not see Kelly anywhere.
"She's not here . . . she's down the hall in Gaylord's favorite room. I could take you to see him, but you probably wouldn't like it."
Had Cherie not had more to drink than she could remember, she would not have pressed the issue, but she was determined now that she meet as many people as she could. She wanted to become a success in New York.
"I think I would like to meet him," Cherie said, downing the rest of her drink and setting it on the table in firm playfulness. "If Kelly can talk to him, so can I."
Russ looked at his empty glass as though he were debating whether he should do what she was asking. From the talk they had had all evening, he found that he was becoming rather fond of Cherie, and the last thing he wanted to do now was hurt her. But she was becoming insistent, and he finally decided that he might just as well do what she wanted.
Taking Cherie's hand, he led her through the side hallway to a large darkened room at the end. The door to the room was closed, though Cherie could see light coming from the bottom crack. Away from the larger room, the music was not as loud, and as Russ and she approached the door, the lovely young blonde could hear low groaning sounds from the room.
"I think Gaylord is having his conference, and something tells me it's going very well."
As he reached for the door knob, Cherie reached out and touched his hand. "Don't you think you should knock first?" she said in a polite sounding voice.
"Any knocking wouldn't be heard, Russ answered her, and with that, he opened the door ...
CHAPTER FIVE
The bright light hitting eighteen-year-old Cherie Tyson's dilated eyes blinded her for a moment, but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, the young girl froze in shock. Cherie had expected any conference to be informal, but nothing Russ had said had prepared her for what was really going on, and a shock of searing fear rippled through her girlishly ripe young body.
Kelly Walker was lying completely nude on a huge bed. Her long shapely legs were spread wide to show her open, pink glistening cunt and a gray-haired, very distinguished looking man was kneeling between them running his lips and tongue moistly over her body, stopping to suck on her huge heaving tits, teasing the little quivering buds of her nipples into hard pebble-like knobs, moving on to tease the narrow valley between two firmly throbbing mounds, to flick against the soft, sensitive skin of her hotly quivering pussy.
The naked raven-haired cover girl writhed ecstatically beneath the older man's darting tongue, while little moans of pleasure escaped her lips. Her beautiful face was contorted into a mask of lust, her mouth hanging slack in mindless rapture, With a sudden movement, she raised her two hands to the man's head, tangled her long slim fingers in his hair, then pulled his mouth to hers. He covered her lips hungrily, fucked his tongue forward again to press between them, to thrust it deep into her throat.
A surge of passion seared through Cherie's own body quivering cunt like a crashing wave as, through marijuana-hazed eyes, she watched her beautiful neighbor once again engaged in fucking a man . . . only this time it was different. Cherie assumed the man to be Gaylord Montague, the head of the model agency, and Kelly was doing this to advance her own status in the fashion world. She could feel Russ standing next to her, and knew that he was staring at the wanton spectacle. Cherie wondered if his cock was getting as aroused by the obscene sight as her pussy was. Seeing her friend naked like that, with a man running his tongue over her huge creamy white titties increased the prickling spasms of pleasure spreading through her cock-hungry cunt that had been started by Russ's knee pressing against her leg.
Cherie shuddered, almost afraid to be in Russ's presence now. She wanted to turn, wanted to run away as she had done the first time she had seen Kelly being fucked by a man, but something held her there. She was watching the way the agency was really being run, and her marijuana -- and liquor -- controlled mind would not allow her to remove herself from this lesson. Try as she might, she could not move from her spot as she stood rooted there in the doorway.
Cherie sought desperately for something to say. She felt as though Russ expected her to express her shock, but she could only stammer. "That's . . . that's Gaylord Montague?"
Russ lowered his head to hers and she heard him whisper hotly, "That's him, all right . . . and this is one of his most important conference rooms."
Gaylord's hands were now roaming the length of Kelly's lovely body, and they grasped and kneaded the succulent mounds of her ecstatically throbbing titties. They slipped teasingly over the soft, smooth swell of her belly, on down to her hips and as he slid them beneath Kelly's nakedly wriggling asscheeks, Cherie started to feel a little faint. As she started to feel her legs turning to rubber under her, Russ reached out with his hands to hold her up, catching her around her waist, his fingers spreading out to touch the upper part of her cunt. She fell against his body for support, and felt the growing stiffness of his ballooning cock under his pants. She gasped with involuntary pleasure at the sensation of once again having his hugely pulsating cock against her body, and then gasped again as she returned her attention to what was happening on the bed.
Gaylord Montague's cock was standing straight out from his body now, and he placed his hands on the sensitive flesh of Kelly Walker's soft, inner thighs, spread her legs even wider, then parted the softly curling, dark pussy hair to expose the long narrow slit of her wetly glistening cunt. He flicked his wrist and his middle finger sank deep into the moist, ready cunthole, twisting and turning there while Kelly moaned again in ecstasy, squirming beneath this maddening excitement . . . this lascivious plundering of her hot, luscious little cunt. Neither she nor the head of the agency seemed to notice that they were being watched, or if they did notice, they obviously didn't care.
Kelly bucked and thrashed beneath his plunging finger, and then her own hand shot out to grasp his thickly throbbing cock, sliding up and down the huge fleshy hardness, running one fingernail teasingly along the sensitive underside of it As suddenly as she had grasped his prick, she released it once again tangling her hands in Gaylord Montague's hair. This time she grunted loudly and pulled his head downward, toward her now raging pussy, snapped it forward until his mouth was only inches away from the open split of her wetly glistening pussy lips.
With another quick flick of his wrist, and a strange sucking sound as well, Gaylord withdrew his finger from the glistening pink hole of her pussy and braced his palms against her inner thighs, while he rested his thumbs on the soft, fleshy, curl-rimmed pussy lips. With a slow, maddening movement, he drew the soft, darkly furred cunt lips apart, exposing the long moist coral slit to Cherie's excited gaze.
Gaylord flung his head downward then, burying the full length of his flicking, slippery tongue in the hot, throbbing walls of Kelly's pussy. She gasped at the intrusion, then let out a long deep sigh as Gaylord withdrew his tongue to lick her pink tenderly throbbing clitoris, teasing the tender bud into a taut little erection. His lips closed over the tiny quivering cock, sucking on it, drawing the soft warm folds deep inside the moist cavern of his mouth, while she groaned in insanely mounting excitement. His tongue worked its way up and down the narrow, moist slit, and Kelly, still groaning in her mad passion, began to grind her naked hips and asscheeks deep into the mattress.
Cherie was so taken by the wanton sight that she herself began grinding her own hips back against Russ's cock, pressing the two half moons of her provocative sensuous asscheeks against his hugely bulging prick and sending it into the narrow cloth-covered crevice between her asscheeks. A sudden shudder of pure pleasure racked Cherie's passion-tortured young cunt. Her blood was tingling, exploding into raging pinpoints of fire that coursed hotly through her pussy. God! She wanted to move . . . wanted to leave . . . but there was something she couldn't understand which was holding her fixed in the doorway, pushing her asscheeks back against Russ's huge cock, moving from side to side now, beginning to circle against the stiff, fleshy, cloth-covered shaft pressing into the tight little crevice of her asscheeks. She breathed heavily, gasping out her pleasure in time to the gasps and moans of Kelly Walker, squirming under Gaylord's lashing penetrating tongue.
Like the beautiful, wanton cover girl on the bed, Cherie seemed dazed, under some sort of lewd sexual spell in her lust-incited trance . . . her drugged stupor. She increased her movements, gyrating madly against Russ's cock still in his pants, thrilling to the pressure of its thick, pulsing length. She stared wide-eyed as the girl on the bed jerked and bucked and thrashed, her hugely billowing titties heaving wildly, as Gaylord Montague pushed her knees up hard, back against her crazily dancing titties and swirled his tongue deep up into the body grinding split of her cunt
As Cherie stared with her mouth hanging open at the nakedly writhing figures on the bed, a wail of raw, animal lust split the air, and Kelly's legs and arms jerked out spasmodically, convulsively, like a puppet's on a string, her pussy splitting wider still as she pulled Gaylord's head still deeper into her hotly throbbing cunthole, her tautly held body quivering out of control.
The nakedly writhing model on the bed began to moan and squeal incessantly now, while Cherie staring wide-eyed in shocked delight, felt her breath catch in her throat. The wide-eyed raven-haired beauty was going to cum . . . she was going to cum!
Kelly began a low, husky chant that welled up from deep in her throat, and then her hips bucked abandonedly as she tensed in her orgasmic climax, her form seeming to be suspended like a particle in space, oblivious to all but the spasms of pleasure that stabbed through her wildly tingling cunt, and then, with another loud wail, she exploded outward, her legs splaying out, her arms dropping to her sides as she fell back, drained and spent, against the bed.
Cherie watched the panting figure on the bed, her own titties heaving with the deep breaths of air she was taking. She lowered her head and tried to regain her senses and leave, but as she started to turn, she was surprised to hear the voice of the man on the bed say, "Oh . . . don't go just yet, folks. You've only seen the first half." Kelly, upon hearing Gay-lord's voice, opened her eyes and rose to a sitting position with a strange smile on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the hardened throbbing shaft jutting from the older man's hairy loins. Even though the man was in his late forties, his body was lean and muscular, and there was something attractive, if somewhat obnoxious, about him. Turning her large azure blue eyes to Russ standing behind her, she asked, "What does he mean?"
Russ, his own eyes glazed with lust, moved his hands up and down the sides of Cherie's trembling little pussy, squeezing the soft warm pussy flesh beneath her skirt, almost as if he were in a trance himself. "If you want to know, you'll have to stay and watch."
Cherie returned her glance to the couple on the bed to see Kelly position herself over Gaylord Montague's now outstretched thighs, her head lowering over the older man's huge, throbbing cock, enclosing it in her widely ovalled mouth. Cherie couldn't believe what she was watching. She had heard about oral sex before, but she had never even done that with Spencer! Was this the way people got ahead in the world? It seemed to be totally different from everything Kelly had told her, but it must be true.
A strong fascination held the. beautiful blonde in the doorway as she watched Kelly's head bobbing up and down over Gaylord's lower belly, her lips clasped tightly around his long thick cock. His prick stood hard and rigid, clearly visible in the well-lit room, and Cherie could see slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base. Her eyes focused on the details of Kelly's naked body kneeling over Gaylord Montague. Her body throbbing tits dangled lightly over the tight sinews of the man's taut stomach and brushed sensually against his trim muscular belly as she raised and lowered her obscenely sucking mouth up and down over his virile hardness.
This was more than Cherie could have imagined. Try as she might, she couldn't leave the scene, even though she wanted to. There was something fascinating about the whole thing . . . something that told her she should stay and watch. If she was going to advance her career, she wanted to know everything that was expected of her. She watched as Kelly circled her hand around the base of Gaylord's cock as she sucked it in rhythm to her mouth sliding up and down on the wetly glistening shaft. Cherie saw the lean-bodied man flex his asscheeks and bend his head, his lust-contorted face focused on the wantonly exciting sight of the top of the woman's head bobbing up and down over the flat plane of his belly.
Then Kelly reached under his ass, an asscheek in each palm, and drew his loins up to her face as far as she could. Now the nearly bursting cock was fucking almost full length up into her throat with each powerful stroke, and the rotation of his uplifted loins sent his cum-laden balls careening off her chin. Cherie was certain that Kelly would choke on the massive pole of cockflesh, but her maddening sucking continued on and on.
Cherie's entire body was once again trembling from the effects of the alcohol and marijuana. She could feel Russ's hand gently stroking at the full tip of her painfully swollen tittie, yet she didn't pull away as one of his arms curved around her small back and the other kneaded her proud young tit with rhythmic contractions of his palm. Cherie felt her pussy throb, and even though she tried to fight it, she could feel the sensation taking hold of her.
Russ drew her gently into his arms, running his hand from her sensuously quivering tit across the fullness of her hips and then back again along her sides between their bodies to the large mounds again. Then he pressed his wet, parted lips on her mouth and wormed the warm moistness of his tongue between her teeth. The pleasurable sensations she'd felt when he had first touched her seemed to surge forth now without restraint, and suddenly she found herself kissing him back passionately, her hands slipping to his ass as though with a mind of their own to grasp them flutteringly for a moment, and then hold them tighter. His hand slid down her back and seized one of her firm full asscheeks, drawing its roundness into his palms and pressing inward so that her wetly throbbing pussy was pressed against the hard bulge in his pants.
"Russ . . . please ... I ... we ... " the young girl started to say, fearing that she might be going too far with a man she hardly knew. She turned her head to one side and watched the scene on the bed once again. Sharp gurgling sounds were being omitted from Kelly's throat, while Gaylord broke out into panting sighs that grew louder and more brittle in intensity as he approached his wildly searing climax. The man's tensed asscheeks raised and lowered furiously off the bed as his balls slapped with wild force up against the subserviently kneeling model's chin. Cherie could see the girl's hand slip down his muscularly straining thigh to cup the cum-filled sac of his sensuously jerking balls and draw them up against the swelling base of his cock.
Suddenly there was an intense intake of air, and a long wailing outburst of breath as Gaylord Montague yelled, "Oh God . . . shit . . . suck my prick!" He curved his torso up and seized the girl's raven hair in his hands, thrusting her throbbing head down over the length of his long, hard, pulsating cock.
"Ooooooohhh . . . mmmmmmpppphhh . . . mmm-mmm . . ." Kelly mewled, her eyes bulging as she sucked in the entire long hard length of his thrusting cock.
Gaylord's chin fell to his chest and he watched her suck him like a starving child being fed a candy cane.
"Ooocwoorrrrrrggggghhh . . . I'm . . . I'm cummmmmming! I'm cuummming ... " He bellowed, upthrusting vigorously into Kelly's working mouth while his asscheeks danced in a wild gyration of orgasming desire.
That was the end of Cherie's trance. She turned slowly and, pushing Russ gently to one side, walked through the hall and out of the bedroom. Kelly had lied to her. That was obvious to her now. She could remember the beautiful dark-haired woman telling her that advancement was based on hard work and skill, but she hadn't said what kind of skill. Now that Cherie could see what was expected of her if she wanted to become famous and successful, she wanted to have no part of it. What other people did with their lives was fine with her, but she had her own life to five, and she was not going to be forced into something she didn't like simply for the sake of becoming a cover girl.
Cherie was hardly aware of Russ following her until she entered the elevator and saw him standing next to her as the doors closed.
Cherie didn't know what she should do with Russ standing next to her in the elevator. She thought that perhaps she should say something to him, but every time she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out. Fuss was obviously just as uncomfortable as she was, for she caught him looking at her, and then turn away when their eyes met.
Finally, the elevator doors opened, and the two of them walked out of the building and into the street "I want you to know that I had nothing to do with what you saw," Russ said, his voice sounding apologetic.
"I suppose you're going to tell me that you didn't know what was going on in that room," she said, her voice as sarcastic as she could make it
"No ... I knew what was going on in there. I told you that you wouldn't like it."
"And I suppose you were trying to make up my mind for me when you said that."
"God damn it, Cherie," he said, feeling a little frustrated with her. "I said you wouldn't like it, but I didn't do anything to keep you from it. What did you want me to say, that your friend Kelly Walker and the agency head were sucking each other off? Would you have been happy with that?"
The anger in his voice frightened her a little, and she looked at him, trying to decide if she should be mad at him or accept his friendship, something he was obviously trying to offer.
"What happened between you and Kelly? she asked, deciding that she would reserve judgment until she had all the facts. "Every time the two of you talk about each other, I get the feeling you would slit each other's throats if you had the chance."
"Well, it's a long story. If you like, I can take you home and tell you. Something tells me you don't want to go back to the party now."
The lovely blonde woman thought for a moment. Should she let Russ take her home, or should she take a taxi, as she had intended? She decided that she wanted to hear what Russ had to say. After what she had seen her neighbor doing, she doubted that she would get a straight answer from the lovely, but amoral Kelly Walker. Russ had been so nice to her during the past week. "Okay," she said, resignation in her voice. "I'll listen to you."
"Kelly and I were going to be married once," Russ said as they walked to his car parked on the other side of the street. "It was when we had both just started out."
On the way home, Russ told the silent young blonde about his relationship with Kelly. They had been living together for almost six months when they had both gotten jobs at the agency. At first, it had been wonderful for them. The opportunities to get to the top were great. The women who worked could get ahead, but only as long as they played ball.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you like that?" Cherie said, feeling indignant.
"No, I'm not going to tell you that. It was land of nice fucking all those beautiful women. But I could see what is was doing to some of them, especially Kelly. When I first knew her, she was a really nice girl. Oh, she had her little flings now and then. So did I. I didn't give a shit, though, but now she'll do anything with anyone to advance her career. I mean fun is fun, but there comes a time when a little responsibility is needed. Totally unprofessional girls would get jobs over girls who wanted to advance on hard work and their beauty alone. Some of them are still around. Not very many. And they aren't cover-girls."
Cherie and Russ rode the rest of the way to her apartment in silence. Cherie was thinking through the things he had told her. It would put a lot of things in a better light if he were telling the truth, and there was no reason to think that he wasn't being anything but honest with her. She could tell he wasn't as coarse as Bob, who obviously liked the way things were.
When they got to Cherie's apartment house, her first thought was that she just wanted to go to bed and forget about what had happened, but she found that she was becoming more and more attracted to Russ. She decided that she would make up for the times he had called her up to go to dinner with him.
"Would you like to come up for a little coffee?" she asked. "I sort of owe you for bringing me home."
"Thank you," he said. "I'd like that very much."
Now that the tension between them was relieved, Cherie found that she could relax in the presence of this man. He was so much like Spencer ... so kind and warm and understanding. And certainly a good deal more friendly than anyone she had met in New York so far. She wondered what her relationship with Kelly would be like now, though. She still liked her beautiful neighbor, despite what she had become. How Kelly wanted to lead her life was her own business.
"I have a better idea than coffee," Russ said as Cherie walked into her apartment with him. "I brought a little grass with me. We could smoke that Getting stoned is a lot more fun than coffee."
Cherie thought for a moment, and then her face broke out into a huge grin. It had been a long time since she had been really stoned, and she remembered how good she had felt when she had smoked a great deal. If ever she needed to feel good, it was tonight. "Fine with me," she said.
Russ pulled out an expensive looking cigarette case, and the shapely young blonde noticed that it was packed with joints.
"Most of the stuff that comes into New York is just average, but I picked this up when I went to Columbia three months ago. Good dope at a good price. To us!" he said as he put a joint to his lips and ht it. Inhaling the thick white smoke, he passed it to Cherie.
After only one puff, she could see what he meant She was as stoned as she had ever been, and there was still the rest of the joint to smoke. She went to the couch in her living room and sat down. Russ sat next to her, and they passed the joint back and forth until ft was all gone. Then the suave fashion photographer lit another, and then a third. By the time they had finished their fourth, they were laughing and talking as though they were old friends. She was thoroughly relaxed now, and her head was swimming as if in a dream. Sitting next to her, Russ noticed that she had kicked her shoes off. They were under a chair on the other side of the room. He noticed that her sheer dress had ridden up her thigh, exposing the satin soft skin of her leg almost to her panties. As she wriggled a little in her laughter, the dress inched higher, until Russ could see the thin nylon cuntband of her panties snuggled tight against the narrow slit of her pussy. He leaned forward, brushing his hand casually against her knee, then ran it teasingly up her leg.
Suddenly, Cherie stopped her laughing as she felt a stirring of the burning desire that had churned her pussy to a fever pitch earlier, as Russ's hand touched her sensitive flesh. She looked into the man's hazel eyes, and he looked into hers. Another spurt of excitement raced through her cunt, and she felt a lascivious tingle in it. Though Russ had said nothing, she could tell what was running through his mind. His actions were deliberate now, and she felt the growing longing in her pussy that had been there ever since she had left Spencer. A few drops of moisture seeped from her quivering little pussy lips onto the fringe of downy pussy hair. Her thoughts were confused. She hardly knew Russ, and she was allowing him to touch her down there ... in her cunt. She thought that she should stop him from going any farther, but he was such a wonderful man, and she had been without any real sex for so long.
Cherie's head felt a little fuzzy, as if it were filled with cotton batting, and she had trouble putting her thoughts into any sequence. But that, she admitted to herself, was just because of all the pot she had smoked. Her head whirled, and she seemed to feel Russ's nearness sending little thrills through her now tensing, excited body. Then she realized that he had slipped his arm around her neck and that his hand was sliding down into the low cut neckline of her dress, slipping under it, under the bit of lace and the wispy nylon of her bra. He began to slowly stroke the tender round globe of her nakedly cupped tittie, running his finger maddeningly over the sensitive surface of her cream-white skin.
Cherie flexed under the gentle assault, arched backwards, as he grasped one tiny throbbing nipple between his thumb and forefinger and massaged the little bud into a hard knob. He whispered something into her ear that made her start and then went on, kneading her succulent, sensuously trembling tittie between his strong fingers while a flood of excitement and pleasure again washed over her, mounting to new heights of passion.
Now Russ's other hand crept up her leg again, crawling with lust-provoking slowness, to dip under the hem of her dress, already edged high over her thighs, and then to snake its way under the lacy elastic legband of her flimsy pink nylon panties. With an ever-growing pressure, he parted Cherie's close-pressed thighs, and began to tease at the light sprinkling of blond pussy hair there, hiding the softly quivering flesh of her cunt.
Cherie gasped at the pleasure Russ's stroking fingers induced in her hungrily demanding little pussy, The seep of pussy juices between her thighs swelled to a flood, soaking the flimsy cuntband of her panties, as she closed her eyes tightly, letting the sweep and roll of pleasure course through her whole body. It was so good, she thought. So good. And somehow, it wasn't wrong, as her mother had told her it was.
True, Russ was not her husband, but she trusted him, and she remembered how good it made her pussy feel when she fucked with a man she trusted. She had gone for so long with only the memory of that feeling . . . and she wanted to have it again! This could be the real start of her new life!
She leaned back, relaxed again, as Russ continued his teasing ministrations of her body flowing cunt.
Suddenly a little gurgling moan welled from Cherie's throat, escaped her half-parted lips as Russ's middle finger pushed aside the soft golden curls of her pussy hair and wormed its way between the moist walls of her softly yielding cunt. She groaned softly and squirmed her open pussy down against the impaling finger, her breath coming in sharp, short gasps, as her whole torso quivered and quaked beneath the lascivious invasion. He began to turn and twist his probing finger teasingly around up inside, expanding Cherie's tight little cunthole with each rotation. The maddening taunting of her now stretched pussy sent waves of fire roaring through her trembling body, white-hot flames licking at her arching, cock-hungry cunt. The delicious agony became unbearable, and she mewled in rapture.
She slumped back against the couch in her marijuana daze, her eyes tightly shut, her mind closed, wiped bare of all thought or reason. Nothing mattered at all . . . nothing but the insane pleasure emanating from her tingling, lust-driven little cunt.
She felt Russ's hand leave her hugely trembling tit and twist behind her, finding the zipper of her dress and drawing it down slowly over the length of her body. She felt his hand on her shoulder easing the rustling fabric of her dress down over her firm, rip young titties, over the softly curving swell of her belly, to fall around her hips. His hand reached for her tits again and struggled to free the succulent mounds of flesh encased within her bra.
Cherie struggled against her passion filled mind, torn between the morals by which she had lived for so long and the emptiness that had been gnawing inside her cunt. And then there was the sibilant sound of tearing cloth as Russ ripped the restricting garment from her, wadded it into a tiny ball and flung it across the living room.
The handsome photographer's head flicked forward now, and he fastened his warm mouth down over the small quivering bud of her nipple. His tongue darted out, laving the little protuberance, licking it, teasing it into a stiff little erection. He began" to suck on the tender bud, delicately at first, then with increasing pressure, as though it were some sweet, sun-ripened berry from which he must extract the last drop of goodness.
With a soft sucking sound, Russ withdrew his finger from the warm, moistly sucking hole of her wetly throbbing little cunt, slipped his hand around her, slid it under her round, smoothly curved asscheeks, lifting her partially off the couch. With his other hand, he trailed a slow, teasing path from her ecstatically billowing tit along her soft, unresisting belly to tug at the sheer cloth of her pink silk panties. He eased his hand under the elastic waistband and stretched it until it snapped, then slid panties and dress down over her whitely quivering hips and thighs. She jerked back convulsively as a ripple of cold air wafted across her naked, pink, glistening little pussy, then instinctively relaxed her legs apart as Russ eased her clothes to the carpet.
His middle finger sought the center of her naked, sensuously throbbing cunt again, to tease thrillingly at the golden, sparsely growing pussy hair there, then suddenly dart down into the moistly aching pussy slit. Gently the tip stroked the throbbing little pink bud of her clitoris, coaxing it into a quivering erection, while Cherie moaned at the little electric shocks of pleasure that stabbed through her pussy. Once more he parted the pink fleshy lips of her moist little cunt, and once more his finger fucked deep into the body pulsating cunthole, and Cherie squirmed and bucked beneath it in wild abandon.
In the back of her mind, she heard the faint voice of her mother telling her that what she was doing should not be done unless a person was married, but she remembered now what intense pleasure fucking that one time with Spencer had brought her, and she was not about to give up that pleasure now!
Cherie heard the sound of a zipper as Russ opened his fly, and then felt his hard, thickly pulsating cock burst forth, to press against the soft, cool flesh of the outside of one thigh. She moaned and turned to stare at his huge, jutting cock. God! Dear God I It was enormous. Larger than Spencer's had ever been. He couldn't be thinking of actually fucking her little pussy with his cock. It was just too big!
"You're going to . . . to . . . fuck that in ... in. ...
"I'm going to fuck your cunt, Cherie . . . and I can tell that you want it as much as I do. It's time you put away that small town thinking and grew up a little. You're in the big city now."
Even though there was something taunting about his voice, Cherie recognized the truth of what he said, and she did not resist when he took her ankles and swung her dangling legs up onto the couch. In a moment he was kneeling over her, spreading her yielding thighs wider and wider. Then he grasped his thick cock in his hand, guiding it down toward her still hotly pulsating pussy lips. Cherie closed her eyes, and her breathing stopped for what seemed like an eternity as she finally allowed her desires to take hold of her. She thought she would die of anticipation of the wonderful moment when he would drive that fiery rod of pulsing cockflesh up into her love-starved little cunt
"Now . . . Russ . . . now ... " she breathed. "Oh God . . . fuck your cock up into my hot pussy! Ooooohhhh! I can hardly wait."
She had only once said anything like that to a man, but her pussy was so desperate now for cock that she said whatever came to her mind. Above her, Russ's face became a grimace of sheer animal lust, as he heard her impassioned plea. He had wanted to fuck Cherie ever since he had first seen her photographs. True, he had been a little put off by her small town morality, and he was going to show her that she should stop acting like a little girl She ought to know what the score was.
With a little cry of conquest, he pressed forward on her nakedly squirming body and heard her gasp in delirious satisfaction as the swollen rock-hard head of his cock fucked forward, in past the moist, slightly parted mouth of her pussy. His stiffly throbbing cock was like an iron poker as it moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the near virginal walls of her aching pussy, and the lovely blonde girl winced at the shocking sensation of pleasure mixed with pain as it fucked further up into her cunt, his hugely throbbing cock seeming to slide in forever, filling her greedily devouring cunt more gloriously and completely than she would ever have believed possible.
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, the handsome photographer looked down and delighted in the unbelievable spectacle of this formerly prim and proper young model nakedly spread beneath his muscled body with the head of his enormous prick buried in the soft, silky curling hair of her wetly flowing cunt. He fell needlessly forward, his weight smashing her body quivering tits tightly back against her chest with the power of his sudden in-fuck. His muscular asscheeks lurched forward at the same time to fuck his long, thickly pulsing cock deep into her ravenous little cunt like an oiled, machinelike piston, pushing the soft moist pussy flesh of her cunt in velvety waves before its blunt, rounded cock-head.
Cherie groaned in mindless rapture as she felt his cum-swollen balls dance lightly against the cheeks of her nakedly quivering ass and the hard rubbery head of his huge prick fuck far up inside her tightly gripping cunt.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh . . .!" she moaned in delight, then quickly smoothed her hands down over his straining sinewy buttocks to hold him deep inside her.
"Now let's see what you can do with that ass of yours," Russ teased, knowing that his cock was awakening in her hot pussy pleasures that she might never have experienced before in her life.
Cherie strained her cunt muscles tight to hold his thickly throbbing cock snugly within her burning pussy, then began to rotate her full rounded hips, screwing her cunt tighter and tighter against his pelvis. Each time his body aroused prick throbbed spasmodically in her wetly clinching pussy she tightened her cunt muscles in response, delighting in the lost, ecstatic expression that came over his face.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh . . . ooohhh!" Russ complimented her, thrusting his hips forward to meet her lewd fucking motion as she held his cock firmly inside the moist walls of her hungrily sucking pussy. He had fucked a lot of chicks in his time, but he had never had any that responded as totally and easily as this one did!
"I thought you'd like cock once you started getting some," he breathed. He felt her shudder as the broad fleshy base of his long impaling cock exquisitely massaged the erect bud of her tiny pink clitoris.
The young fashion model was lost in the deluge of unspent passion that had been dammed up inside her for too many years, washing away the morals she had lived by during the years she had grown up with her mother and father in California. But she knew that her fingers simply hadn't been enough to give her pussy the satisfaction she had ached for, and she was reveling in the very heights of her passion, with no intention of stopping until she had satisfied her long denied cock-hungry cunt.
"Tell me how much you like it," Russ hissed.
"Oooooooohhh! I love your cock. I love it ... I love getting my pussy fucked by your cock," she breathed in mindless rapture. "I love having your cock in my cunt . . . ooohhhh. Fuck my pussy! Oooohh!"
Above her, Russ groaned ecstatically, the sight of her sensuously quivering tits dancing and swaying as she slavishly fucked her hot pussy up and down around his wildly fucking cock, doubling his passion. Then suddenly her feet kicked out wide and high in the air, and her arms and legs then closed to wrap around his muscular body. Russ began to jerk his ass back and forth, fucking his thickly throbbing cock further and further into her moist, silken cunt-hole.
Cherie felt her breath gradually being whipped away by the thrilling sensation of Russ's rock-hard prick fucking into her body lusting pussy, and she began to rotate her smooth, whitely trembling asscheeks, wriggling them in the most shameless way she could possibly manage. Cherie wanted him to cum in her pussy . . . wanted him to shoot his thick white hot cum far up onto the hot juicy walls of her cunt. She wanted to be filled with cum as she had never been filled before. Tonight, she and this handsome photographer would explore the delights of sex that she had only once experienced in her whole life.
Russ's eyes gleamed brightly with the pleasure he was getting at having brought out the passionate lust of this hot young blonde. His asscheeks bucked wildly up and down to bury the full length of his lust-inflamed cock deep in the sensitive moist passageway of Cherie's pussy hair-lined cunt. He panted heavily as he propped his lean muscular body up slightly and glanced down between their joined bodies, drinking in the sight of his thickly throbbing glistening cock, moist with her pussy juices fucked deeply into the spread coral slit of her greedily sucking cunt. The obscene sight of her huge naked tits bouncing below his face, the rosy pointed nipples like two round eyes staring back at him was better than what he had seen with any other chick. His hazel eyes were glazed with the totality of his lust as he watched the movements of the ragged pink flanges of her pussy lips, the blonde-furred petals drawing outward with each slow out-fuck he made, then being sucked in again as he gently fucked forward into her cunt with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. The wet, flat smack of his hips thudding against her heaving, upthrust cunt resounded loudly throughout the apartment as he fucked his long pulsing cock deeper and deeper into her insatiably steaming pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . God. Ooooohhhh ... yes ... yes, Russ. Your cock fucking into my pussy, it's . . . oooohhh . . ." she cooed deliriously up at him as she writhed her cunt rhythmically to meet each fuck of his huge, pussy-stretching cock fucking into her cunt. She was no longer afraid of what she was doing, allowing a man she hardly knew to fuck up into her near virginal little pussy. Her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably as she writhed beneath the handsome young photographer, utterly lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement
Cherie snaked one hand up around his neck, pulling his face down to rest on the billowing white warmth of her luscious titties, sensing that he was about to cum. She wanted to experience the total pleasure she had first had with Spencer, and she ground her nakedly squirming hips wildly upward, trying to make it the wildest, most exciting cum he had ever had.
Russ Miles labored over her, moving his skilled muscular body into a longer, smoother plunging rhythm that brought his hugely pulsing prick almost all the way out of Cherie's tightly clasping pussy on the out-fuck and then fucking forward into her cock-hungry cunt until he could feel the heavily throbbing cockhead of his long, hardened prick filling her tight little pussy all the way up to the hilt. He could feel her begin to thrash more wantonly beneath him and her wanton writhing beneath him made him forget everything but the ecstatic maelstrom of animal lust that was building up deep inside his fiery, cum-filled balls. Russ's hands slipped roughly down between the cushions of the couch and the full sensuously wriggling cheeks of Cherie's ass and cupped the firm smooth globes in his clutching spread fingers and palms, massaging the warm soft flesh in lewd delight as he felt his white-hot cum begin to boil in his painfully throbbing balls.
The lovely young blonde moaned ceaselessly up into the air, her flushed face registering the true intensity of her passionate abandonment. She was growing more and more aroused by the second and Russ's huge cunt-splitting cock fucked harder and faster into her greedily milking cunthole. The straining couch springs squeaked loudly in time to the two intertwined bodies struggling mindlessly against each other as Russ turned his head slightly to take one of her hotly erect nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on it. The wild guttural sound of deep panting grunts and groans filled the apartment, mingling with the moist noises of sweat-soaked cockflesh smacking loudly against her pussy juice-drenched cunt and the wet viscous slurping sounds of Russ's hard jack-hammering cock fucking madly in and out of Cherie's wetly steaming cunt
Then suddenly Cherie gasped with alarm as she felt the huge, deeply fucking cock began to flex and pulse harder deep in her aching cunt. The hard rubbery cockhead flared out until she was afraid it might rip her pussy apart, and it took the luscious young blonde a moment to realize that Russ was finally going to cum, going to shoot his warm creamy load of cum deep up into her ravenous young pussy. The very thought made her pussy walls even hotter. Her hands darted quickly forward to grasp his driving asscheeks, pulling him as far as humanly possible in between her nakedly spread cunt. At the same time, she felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of a volcano erupting, and she wriggled her upthrust nakedly churning asscheeks from side to side in the air above the couch, wildly spiraling her pulsing excited young cunt up and down on his deeply fucking, hotly expanding prick.
Suddenly, Cherie began to quiver uncontrollably beneath Russ's fucking body.
The young blonde's breathless groan rose to a strangled, animal-like howl of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began writhing wildly about, her own hot, white pussy juices flowing out from her quivering passion-soaked cunthole, drowning Russ's huge, deeply fucking prick in its sweet, sticky warmth.
Russ paused for a second, surprised by the lovely girl's wanton, uncontrollable spasms, but then as she gasped out the last of her intense tingling cum, he felt himself lose all control of his own passion. With a rush that took his breath away, his boding, white-hot cum erupted deep up into the gorgeous blonde's widely stretched pussy, mixing deliciously with the still flowing cunt juices of her own wild cum.
Cherie's dazed mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt the hotly flowing cream squirting deep inside her pussy, filling her wide-spread, cock-ravished, young cunt to overflowing with its searing white fire. The slippery walls of her hot pussy clenched and unclenched tightly around it, desperately sucking at his madly jerking prick like a hungry mouth. Their combined cum juices flowed wetly down around his heavily jerking cock, dribbling down into the warm crack of her excitedly clenching asscheeks and washing over his throbbing balls and the thick base of his deeply sunk cock as he tried desperately to fuck it even deeper into Cherie's pussy. Brilliant flashes of white fight exploded continuously behind the voluptuous young blonde's huge, unseeing blue eyes as she continued to groan and pant out the seemingly endless cum, her body quivering and shaking like a crazed animal.
"Oh, please . . . don't stop fucking me. Don't ever stop fucking my hot little cunt!" she pleaded incoherently, as her ravenously milking pussy clasped greedily around his lewdly squirting cock until it gave one last spasmodic jerk and then lay motionless up in the depths of her writhing little cunt
The violently panting young photographer finally fell exhausted across her nakedly sweating body, feeling the walls of her cum-filled cunt still undulating excitedly around his rapidly shrinking prick. After several moments, Cherie, too, quivered to stillness, one long shapely leg resting up on the back of the couch, and the other dropping to the floor as Russ's clutching grip on her whitely trembling asscheeks slowly loosened and was finally released altogether. Cherie's voluptuous young body felt drained of all energy and feeling, and, as she moved tentatively beneath the weight of Russ's body, she felt her exhausted thighs and asscheeks slipping wetly in the excess of hot sticky cum juices that had filled her pussy to the bursting point.
For a long while, neither of them said anything to each other. Cherie was lost in confused thought, which centered around what she had seen and done with Russ. Without wanting to, she had become caught up in the bitter war that raged on behind the cameras in one of the top model agencies in New York City. She knew that somehow, word of what had happened between her and Russ would get to Kelly, and then to Bob and then . . . Then all of New York would know! Not that she was ashamed of what she had done. Far from it. She could see that Russ was the type of older man she could become very fond of . . . even more fond than she already was. But after what Russ had told her about the agency, she was almost certain that she would be labeled as the type of girl Kelly was. That might be all right for the lovely dark-haired cover girl, but Cherie was determined that she would make it in the fashion world on her talent and beauty . . . or she would not make it at all. She could be satisfied with her present work, if fame and fortune meant that she would have to let Bob Avery and Gaylord Montague fuck her cunt.
Russ rose from her naked body and smiled at her. "Something tells me that well be seeing a lot of each other in the time to come," he said soothingly. "I think I'm going to go home for now, though. You seem like the kind of chick who can handle herself." He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "You're a fantastic fuck, little lady!" Then he dressed quickly and left.
Cherie sat on the cum-soaked couch and watched him leave in silence. It was not as though he were running away from her. The thought that he might spend the night with her had entered her mind, but she was a little relieved that he had taken the initiative and was leaving. She believed that even though he had just fucked her little pussy silly, spending the night might raise more problems than she could handle.
As he closed the door, Cherie wondered how she would be received by everyone now that she had allowed a man who was somewhat of a maverick to fuck her. The lines of whatever battles were to come would be clearly drawn. She and Russ would be pitted against Kelly and Bob, with the balance of power being held by Gaylord Montague. And Cherie knew what kind of man Gaylord Montague was! He was just the kind of man her mother had warned her about
CHAPTER SIX
Cherie's second week in New York City passed quickly and she was given her fair share of shooting to do. She found that working so hard took her mind away from some of the things she thought would be bothering her. For one thing, Russ was nothing but businesslike with her in the studio, and even when they were alone, he did not mention the night of the party. In fact, he was being downright polite to her, and when he asked her out to dinner on Thursday, she accepted and had a pleasant, if eventless evening with little more than his leg rubbing against hers, and a warm, goodnight kiss. His actions reinforced her feelings that something wonderful might develop between her and Russ, if she let it. At the moment, she wanted to get to know him a little better, though.
There was something that bothered her about him as she saw him shooting in the studio. There were an awful lot of beautiful girls around and Russ took many of them to lunch. She suspected that he was spending the night with some of them as well. But since she had little more than suspicions, she decided that she would not let her thoughts get the better of her. He was acting as though he wanted to be a friend, and at the moment, that was fine with her.
Her fears about her relationship with Kelly also proved to be groundless. The lovely black-haired model asked her if she had a good time at the party and accepted Cherie's vague answer. As the shapely young blonde immersed herself in her work, she began to think that the fears she had imagined about herself about being caught up in the bitter in-fighting around the agency appeared to be groundless. No one was being anything but cordial to her ... except for Bob Avery.
Unknown to the lovely young blonde, Bob had seen her leave the party with Russ, and while he wasn't sure that the young photographer had fucked her, he was pretty certain. Russ did not share his views on morals, but he was a man, and Cherie Tyson looked like her pussy was a real fucker. A combination like that could only mean one thing, and Bob was determined that he would get his fair share of Cherie. He was a pretty good judge of character, and there was something about Cherie's attitude that told him that she wouldn't be tempted by advancement to let him into that cunt of hers. Judging from the way she had left the party, she would probably tell him that she didn't want to advance upward the way Kelly had. Rape was something he couldn't see, though. A willing woman's cunt is a much better cock-milker than an unwilling one, and he had to fix it so that Cherie would be begging him to fuck her. From what Kelly had told him of Cherie, she was still pretty naive. That, he thought, would be the way to get at her. Shit. . . just from thinking about screwing his cock into Cherie's luscious-looking cunt was giving him a hard-on that just wouldn't quit, and he knew he would have to do something soon. Watching her jiggling that fantastic pair of tits and swaying her ass around was getting to be just too much for him, and every time he talked to her, she was cold and reserved. He could see the way she acted when she was around Russ, and he decided that that was where he could best put a plan into action. By Thursday, he had things pretty much thought out. Then he remembered Frankie Scarletti. Now there was a man with no class at all, but he might serve a useful purpose. Bob owed him a favor and knew that the young man would love to get into Cherie Tyson's hot little pussy.
Cherie couldn't quite put her finger on it, but for some reason as she returned to her home alone, she had a strange feeling of apprehension. Her thoughts were drifting back to the night before when Kelly had come into her apartment complaining of a headache from all the work at the agency. It had been an especially hard week for Cherie, and she knew what Kelly had been going through. When Kelly asked her blonde neighbor to give her a back rub and massage, nothing had seemed out of the ordinary . . . not even when the lovely cover girl had stripped to her bra and panties. But what had followed had left Cherie with a funny feeling. The voluptuous, near naked older girl had lain down on Cherie's double bed, and the young blonde had come around and stood next to her and begun rubbing and kneading at the firm smoothness of Kelly's nakedly exposed back, massaging the taut contours of flesh along her rib cage and down to the tapering narrowness of her wanton girlfriend's back.
Cherie recalled how warm Kelly's smoothly arching back had felt under the tender ministrations of her working fingers. Kelly had lain on her belly and cooed up at her shapely neighbor. "Mmmmmm . . . ooohhh! That really feels good," she had said, turning her head and smiling pleasurably. "Move your hand on down to my ass . . . aaahhh . . . that's it. Just squeeze it a little and relax it. Ooohh, Cherie, that's it . . . mmmmmmm ... "
Having finished a bath an hour earlier, Cherie had been wearing only her yellow bathrobe, and it had started to come unfastened as she had slid her hands down the naked white curve of Kelly's warm smoothly curved asscheeks, squeezing and massaging the ripe full moons in her hands until a warm tingling sensation had begun to race uncontrollably through her softly quivering little cunt.
"Ummmm . . . ooohh . . . that's enough for me," Kelly had said after a little while, turning over and facing her. Cherie's big blue eyes had strangely fixed on the sensuous swell of Kelly's huge, whitely billowing bra-covered titties. Even through the lacy black cotton, they had looked as though they were swollen with passion, and the hardened nipples had pressed against the fabric. "Now ... let me do the same thing for you," Kelly had said. "I'll bet this week was as hard for you as it was for me, darling."
Cherie had closed her eyes and laughed knowingly, feeling her own body demanding some sort of relaxation. She had pulled off her robe, dropping it to the floor and lying on her belly next to Kelly. She'd ignored the warning shudder that had passed through her pussy at the other girl's touch, and relaxed even more as Kelly's soothing hands had begun coursing with tender, rather erotic strokes over the smooth upstanding ridges of her spine, down to the firm raised cheeks of her whitely curved ass.
"Ooooooooooo . . ." Cherie had sighed. "You were right. This really feels good, Kelly!"
Soon the sensations of relaxation had changed, though, and they had gently built into little tingles of pleasure. Unconsciously, Cherie had rubbed her quivering, curl-rimmed pussy into the mattress, as the tender, soothing hands of the beautiful raven-haired girl had continued to move up and down the small of her back and over the firmly rounded curves of her asscheeks. She had known, she now recalled, that she had entered the area of sensuality and sexual pleasure beyond the stage of simple physical therapy. Still, she had permitted Kelly's hands to continue on in teasingly insistent strokes over the lush nakedness of her trembling asscheeks and down for an insanely teasing moment over the smooth-ivory flesh of her inner thighs.
Cherie had turned to her side, and suddenly, Kelly's hand had stroked up her back and across her arm to the full quivering mound of her right tit, pausing there to taunt her warmly tingling nipple into hardness with a knowing feminine tweak. Then she had trailed down her ribs tantalizingly as Cherie had shifted her position until they were facing each other. Cherie's mind had gone momentarily blank as she had stared at the nearly naked body of her voluptuous neighbor whose intimate touches were exciting beyond anything she believed at that moment a man could offer her ... knowing touches from another girl . . . who would know better than a man what things aroused the sexual desires of another girl.
For a brief moment, Cherie had actually wanted to reach out and pull Kelly's black lace bra from the large sensuous swell of her titties and run her finger along the other girl's side to her panties . . . and under the elastic waistband to touch at the quivering lips of her curl-rimmed cunt. But she had shaken her head and brought herself out of the trance Kelly's skillful rubbing had put her in. "I think we should stop," Cherie had protested while Kelly's sensually, teasingly clad body had seemed to tremble as it pressed with a salacious and provocative tightness against her own.
"We don't really have to," Kelly had spoken softly, her lips parting, then moistening from a blatantly suggestive swirl of her tongue that seemed an invitation to kiss her openly on the mouth. Cherie had stared with mixed emotions, and had finally gotten off the bed to slip into her bathrobe again, returning to her living room and the book she was reading when Kelly had first entered.
Nothing had been said while they were shooting during the day about the night before. In fact, Kelly had acted as though nothing had happened, though she made some flimsy excuse about not going home with Cherie and going to Bob's place instead. Cherie decided that she would put it out of her mind as she walked into her building. Frankie Scarletti was exceptionally glad to see her, and he held the door open for her as she entered.
"Good afternoon, Cherie," he said, making an exaggerated bow from his waist. "Long time no see."
Cherie saw Frankie Scarletti about every day and had grown used to the darkly handsome man's constant leering, but there was something different about him this time. She tried to walk past him on her way to the stairs, but he positioned himself in front of her.
"Is there something you want?" she asked, noticing that his eyes were flowing from one full, sensuously throbbing tit to another.
Baby ... is that ever a loaded question, he thought, his eyes still fixed on the rising swell of her ripe tits. "To tell the truth, Cherie ... I was wondering how Russ worked out last week."
The curvaceous young blonde clenched her fists. "That is none of your damn business," she said, feeling a wave of anger pass through her. She had gotten used to his leering, but she was not about to tell him anything of her personal life. Her face flushed as she moved to one side to get away from him. He allowed her to pass, and then followed her up the stairs. "I can see that he means something to you," he said in a taunting voice. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to him, now would you?"
Cherie tried to ignore him, but she slowed her climbing as his words burned into her being. What could Frankie possibly do to harm Russ Miles?
As she came to her door, she noticed that Frankie was still behind her. He wasn't taking the hint that she wanted him to leave her alone, and even though she was curious about what he was saying, she wasn't going to let him get to her.
"I just thought you might want me to prevent Russ getting fired, that's all," he said mockingly as she started to close the door in his face. Instantly, she opened up the door and saw him standing there, smiling at her. "How could you hurt Russ's career?" she asked, her lips pursed as she waited for him to answer.
Inwardly, Frankie was feeling very proud of himself.
Bob had told him that she would react like this at the mention of Russ's name. The egotistical young man could see that Bob had been right in his suspicions. She might not care about her own career, but she had a soft spot for that Russ guy. Frankie told her what Bob had told him to say. "Well, as I recall . . . Bob Avery has a lot of connections in the business. If he wanted to, I'll bet he could make it so Russ would never be hired again."
"How do you know all this?" Cherie asked, angry that Frankie was interfering with her private life, and amazed that he knew the situation so well.
"Baby, like I told you, knowing things about people is part of my job. I keep my ears open. And I've gotten a few chicks for some of the parties Bob's had, so he owes me a few favors. I don't think he would mind getting Russ out of the picture," the P.R. man lied. The truth of the matter was, he hardly knew Bob, but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell this little cunt that. Ever since she had come to New York, she had treated him as though he weren't good enough for her. Shit . . . even Kelly had put out for him a few times.
Cherie stood in her doorway, her hand resting against the jamb. She looked at him and tried to decide if he was telling the truth. He must be.
"I think you're bluffing," she said, her heart beating faster than she could remember it beating before. She was fond of Russ, but just how fond was something she wasn't sure of.
"Baby ... I never bluff. I deal in sure things. Now . . . how about letting me into your apartment? My silence can be bought, and you look like you have the price right between your legs."
Cherie's first impulse was to slam the door in his face, but the thought that she might get Russ blackballed for her action was something she knew she would never be able to live with. He had such a good career ahead of him, end even if he didn't like the way the business was run, he had never indicated that he might want to leave. With a sigh to calm her shattered nerves, she opened the door and allowed the scheming young man into her apartment.
"I land of thought you'd see it my way," he said as he walked into her apartment as though he lived there. Cherie felt a shudder of dread as she realized that she was about to do something for the sake of the only man who had treated her decently. She wasn't sure what Russ would think of her self-sacrifice, but she hoped that he would understand what she had done, even if he never spoke to her again. She had seen something in him that reminded her of Spencer and she hoped she wasn't wrong in her feelings for the handsome young photographer. Even though he had done nothing to indicate that he felt strongly for her, she thought he was worth risking her morality for.
"Well, come on babe," Frankie taunted her. "If
I'm gonna fuck you, I can't do it with your clothes on. Get naked, babe!"
Taking another deep breath, Cherie slowly removed her clothes until she was wearing only her bra and panties. She presented herself to him, hoping that having him fuck her pussy wouldn't be as bad as she was making it out to be in her mind.
"Hey, don't look so down and out," he said matter-of-factly. "You've been fucked before. You ought to really enjoy what Frankie Scarletti has for you," he said as he quickly shucked his clothes.
The voluptuous young fashion model's eyes widened in awe, and she shuddered as she gaped at his immensely swollen cock jutting out from his hairy loins, throbbing and pulsing above his freely swinging cum-filled balls. Cherie gasped again as she stared at his cock, and at the strange leer Frankie had on his face, but she was determined that she would allow him to fuck her, as long as it meant saving Russ's career.
Frankie's eyes were glued to the heaving, body quivering mounds of her tits, which rose and fell enticingly from her deep breathing. The young man reached out and unstrapped her bra. It fell from her body, revealing her full ripe young tits, which swung tantalizingly into view, the brown nipples like chips of rock against the sandy gold of her tits. Eagerly, Frankie lowered his mouth onto one of the luscious spheres, and enclosed the turgid little berry in his mouth, sucking on it greedily, his tongue tickling the erect knob unremittingly.
Cherie was at first terrified and repulsed by his crudeness, but as his tongue ran over the hardened pebble of her nipple, she found that her body was responding, and she was actually beginning to enjoy having her tittie sucked by this crude man. In fact, she had to struggle with her mind to remember that she had not wanted him to fuck her to begin with! She would feel little ripples of strange delight racing through her pussy and she found that, even though she did not like Frankie, she was starting to enjoy him sucking on her hotly throbbing titties.
Frankie ran his hands along her sides and down the creamy-white, satin soft flesh of her hips to her pink lace panties, pulling them down her legs until they hung uselessly at her ankles. He could sense the snooty little blonde chick was beginning to come around, and he wanted to make sure she didn't change her mind on him.
Cherie made a feeble protest, which he could not take seriously, as he ran his hand down over the delicate, softly trembling curves of her naked asscheeks, feeling her quiver under his touch. His fingers pinched and kneaded her succulent young tits before dropping down to embrace her firmly sculpted hips. Then they dipped between the lightly clenched columns of her thighs, as she made a halfhearted effort to deny him access to her pink, quivering pussy flesh. She fought with herself desperately, almost ashamed that she was beginning to enjoy all the nasty things he was doing to her helplessly spread young body, and she moaned in mixed delight and humiliation as Frankie Scarletti's fingers rummaged freely in the warm wet folds of her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... I thought I'd like the way your pussy feels," he leered. "And I can see you like my fingers worming in your hot little cunt."
As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she really did like having Frankie's fingers searching and probing in her hotly throbbing little pussy.
She closed her eyes as she felt the shivers of sensual arousal flowing through her cock-hungry cunt. Something Kelly had told her once stuck in her mind as Frankie parted the searing, blonde curled lips of her now slightly undulating cunt, something about how fucking was fun and should be enjoyed. She could see that Kelly Walker was right. Frankie was not the type of man she would have let fuck her, but now that they were alone in her apartment, she was beginning to want his cock in her hot, wet little cunt more than anything.
She spread her legs as she stood there as an invitation for him to fuck his cock into her pussy hole as deeply as he could.
But Frankie Scarletti had other ideas. "Tell me, babe, have you ever sucked cock?"
Cherie was lost in the throes of her lust, and she was certain she had not heard him correctly.
"Whaaaaa? . . ." she said as she undulated her hips around in little circles, screwing her cunt down onto his penetrating fingers.
"I asked if you've ever sucked cock," he repeated, his voice carrying a small amount of disgust as he removed his fingers from her pussy and stepped back a little. With his hand no longer ravishing her cunt, Cherie was brought back to a disappointing reality. Her eyes dropped down to his huge, heavily throbbing cock, fixing on the lewd hardness thrusting from his hairy thighs as stiff as a baseball bat, its bulbous, swollen cockhead oozing tiny drops of excited pre-cum. It seemed larger than any cock she had ever seen before, and she was wondering how it would be possible to take it into her pussy hole at all!
Frankie smiled as his hand reached down to grasp his obscenely erect prick and lewdly massage it, pushing the loose foreskin back and forth along the length of his cock with casual unconcern. Cherie's big blue eyes were wide open at the fascinating sight.
"Come on, babe, what are you waiting for?" he asked. "Get down on the carpet. You're gonna take this tool of mine in your mouth and suck it 'till I cum down your throat."
Oblivious to what she was actually doing, she lowered her nakedly trembling young body to the floor, resting on her back. She could not believe that he was serious. She wanted his cock in her cunt! He had aroused her to the point where she would have to cum . . . and she had never thought of sucking a man's cock until she had seen Kelly and Gaylord Montague at the party a week ago in Greenwich Village. And then the truth blazed into her mind. She was going to do the same thing! She remembered what she had thought when she had watched Kelly suck Gaylord Montague's prick and her shock when the older man had placed his mouth on the lovely model's moist, hot cunt. And now it was her turn to suck on a man's cock! She couldn't imagine what his cock would taste like, and the innocent young model from Bakersfield, California was not sure she wanted to find out.
Frankie straddled her as she lay naked and trembling passionately on the carpet, his knees fitting snugly in her arm pits, his asscheeks resting lightly on her sensuously heaving tits. He pushed his heavily pulsing cockhead forward, pressing it wetly against her slightly parted Lips.
"Come on, honey," Frankie coaxed. "Open wide and get those lips of yours around my prick."
More in wonder than because she was being forced to for the sake of Russ's career, she opened her mouth, and Frankie fucked his enormous erectly throbbing cock between her full, widely ovalled lips with a forward flick of his hips, fucking it deep inside the warm wet saliva of her mouth. It was so large that Cherie thought she would choke, and she was certain that she would never be able to take it all. It was just too big.
Frankie pulled his cock out of her mouth, and then fucked it back in between the wondering young blonde's soft, moist lips, ramming it to the hilt this time until it seemed to brush all the way back against her open throat. She felt the stiffly curling hairs of his pubis tickle as they grazed her lips and felt the soft slap of his cum-filled balls against her chin.
Then, moaning heavily above her cock-filled mouth, the young man began to fuck rhythmically in and out of Cherie's moist, widely ovalled mouth, and the young model was surprised that little thrills of strange pleasure were fluttering down in her body tingling cunt. He quickened his long, regular strokes down between her lips, sitting back so he could rest on her hugely billowing tits. The thrills grew in her pussy, increasing in intensity until her blood seemed to catch fire, as wonderful, warm explosive pleasures surged through her cunt.
Cherie Tyson could not believe her own reaction to what was happening to her. She did not even like the man who was fucking her in this strange and new way. She gave one last effort to make herself not like the lewd feeling of his cock fucking in and out of her mouth, and then she gave up. She was powerless to fight against the overpowering sensations of enjoyment flowing through her cunt as she sucked on Frankie's massively throbbing prick. Cherie could not explain to herself why she was beginning to like it, but she no longer cared. Even the thought that she was doing this for Russ was erased from her mind as she allowed the lascivious desires to take over her whole being.
She brushed aside all thoughts as she suddenly felt a trickle of warm, sticky pussy juice seep between her now wide-spread thighs, felt it flood her hot, moistly pulsating young pussy that ached and throbbed shamelessly with desire. She knew her mother would tell her that what she was doing was wrong, but she could see that her mother was not always correct. Sucking a man's cock was wonderful . . . more wonderful than she would have believed!
With a little moan of ecstatic joy, Cherie abandoned herself completely to the wanton pleasure of being fucked like this in the mouth, of accepting and responding to the relentless slithering in and out between her wide-stretched lips of Frankie's excitedly throbbing cock. With little spasms of delight, she began to run her tongue shamelessly back and forth over the now slickly glistening surface of the young man's huge, deeply fucking cock, stopping to tease at the tiny slit in the body jerking cockhead, to lick and taste hungrily at the drops of warm, viscous pre-cum that oozed forth.
Her eyes closed, mouth ovalled wide and head thrown back in insane passion, Cherie gave herself up to the overwhelming joy and pleasure of the moment.
She was sucking cock! Oooohhhh . . . she was actually sucking and licking a cock, sucking hungrily as if she had waited through all eternity for just this moment, sucking at it as though she would never be able to get enough.
Her cheeks contracted, tightened around the thickly pulsating prick that fucked in and out of her tightly locked lips like a well-oiled piston. Then, above her lust-contorted face, Frankie began to jerk, suddenly, in his own spasm of intense pleasure, and the white-hot cum spilled from his inflated balls to spurt the length of his fucking, pulsing cock, gushing forth in a delicious torrent into Cherie's hungrily sucking mouth. She struggled desperately to swallow every precious drop of the whitely searing liquid, her tongue spiraling, and swirling around the now rapidly deflating prick as she licked wildly and voraciously at the last vestige of Frankie's wildly spurting, white-hot cum. Still crazed with passion, Cherie clung possessively with her lips to the now half-limp cock, trying desperately to prolong the ecstasy.
At last, though, Frankie withdrew his cock from her still tightly clasping lips, trailing a thin strand of glistening white cum across her naked, ecstatically quivering tits. Satiated, Cherie relaxed her body on the floor while Frankie Scarletti quickly dressed and left her apartment with a smug, conquering smirk on his face.
Jesus, the chick was really hot for it, he thought as he stepped into the elevator. I just might pass her around a little.
Cherie lost all track of time after he had left, as she lay on her living room carpet with the taste of Frankie Scarletti's wonderful cum in her mouth. Her mind was torn between two conflicting thoughts. She remembered what Russ had told her a week before about fun with responsibility, and at the time it had made sense. The handsome young photographer had made Kelly out to be some sort of slut . . . nothing better than a common street whore. But wasn't there such a thing as responsibility to one's own self? Didn't she owe it to herself to go as far in life as she could, using whatever talents were necessary? And as long as using those talents gave her as much pleasure as sucking Frankie's cock had provided, why shouldn't she do everything she could to better her career in modeling, as well in life?
Lying on the floor, Frankie Scarletti's cum still dripping from the corners of her mouth, she could see that Kelly and Bob had the true concept of success. She would do anything they wanted her to do in order to succeed now. In fact, she wanted to do anything they might have in mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Standing in the hallway outside of Cherie's apartment, Bob and Kelly Walker smiled in anticipation of what was about to happen next.
Bob had had a pretty good idea that once the proud, snooty little blonde had a taste of real sensual pleasure, she would come around to his way of thinking. When he saw Kelly at his apartment after calling Frankie Scarletti, he had told her about his plan, and she had approved wholeheartedly. She had been a little put off with Cherie ever since her rejection of the day before, and she hoped that after Frankie was through with Cherie, she would get her chance. While the lovely, shapely blonde had been busy sucking Frankie's cock, she and Bob had been standing at the open door, watching the proceedings through a crack. The wicked black-haired cover girl smiled as she saw the pleasure Cherie was getting from her strange but rather necessary initiation into the ways of the world, even if it was with a total asshole like Frankie. While Kelly had no great appreciation for the young Public Relations man, she could see that he had his usefulness. Now that he was gone, Bob and Kelly decided that they would put phase two of Bob's plan into action . . . and Kelly would get her shot first.
Knocking on Cherie's apartment door to make the young blonde girl believe that she had just arrived, Kelly walked in and feigned surprise at the fact that the luscious petite blonde was laying naked on the carpet.
"Cherie . . .! What's happened?" she asked, wondering what the formerly prim and proper young blonde would say.
"Kelly, you wouldn't believe it, but the most incredible thing just happened. Frankie Scarletti just left here, after I sucked his cock!"
"Frankie?" the voluptuous model exclaimed. "I thought you couldn't stand the man, Cherie!"
"Well ... I couldn't ... and I still can't, for that matter. But sucking his cock showed me that sex is something to be enjoyed, just like you said," she informed the older girl as she sat up.
"Well, I'm glad to see you've finally given up on that small-town way of thinking," Kelly beamed, sitting next to the naked blonde girl. "I thought New York City would bring out the best in you. You look like you really worked yourself up into a sweat. Let me get a towel. You look like you could use a good rubdown as well," Kelly said as she stood up and went to a closet in the hall.
Still sitting on the floor, Cherie was lost in the aftershock of pleasure that had ended all too soon with Frankie Scarletti's departure. There was a strange smile on her face, as though she were lost in a state of rapture. She still couldn't believe that she had changed so quickly! She was a little sorry she had denied herself the pleasures of cock-sucking all because of some silly beliefs her mother had . . . beliefs which she could see no longer had any meaning in today's modern world. She was a grown-up free woman who had the beauty and ambition to become a world-famous model. To throw something like that away because of close-mindedness was something that seemed too wasteful.
Kelly could feel her breath coming in short pants as she thought of rubbing Cherie's sweat-shiny naked body. She knew that she would be able to bring the beautiful blonde girl more pleasure than Frankie had, and she was determined that she would get a little of that pleasure herself! Returning to the rapture-possessed blonde, Kelly unbuttoned her blouse a little and pressed Cherie's body back down to the carpet.
"Remember how nice it was when I gave you a rubdown yesterday? Well, I'm going to make you feel just as good today. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmmmhi ... oh yes, Kelly, I would . . ." Cherie heard herself say. The truth was, her little bout with Frankie had made her muscles ache, and she did remember how soothing Kelly's rubbing had been the night before.
The voluptuous cover girl scooted up to where she was looking down into the young blonde's lovely, heart-shaped face, looking at the softly parted lips, the tip of Cherie's tongue lolling in the corner of her mouth. It was all the wicked older girl could do to keep from flinging herself onto Cherie then and there, but she forced herself to stay calm . . . there was plenty of time. And she wanted to make it as nice for Cherie as she could. While she preferred men, it would be very nice to have a lover like Cherie living next door to her.
She brought the soft blue towel down past the slender length of the naked blonde's pulsating throat, across her smooth tanned shoulders, down her arms and along her sides. Kelly's breathing was ragged, starting to spew hotly from between her teeth. Her pussy had become all hot and juicy from watching Frankie getting his cock sucked by this lovely young blonde girl, and her nearness to Cherie's sensual nakedness was making her cunt quiver in lewd anticipation.
Cherie became more and more relaxed under the gentle, skillful massaging. All her problems seemed to be dissolving, now that she had accepted the way things were in the grown-up world. She was glad that she had found a friend like Kelly . . . someone who could guide her in her new life.
The provocative, now lust-ridden model's eyes were fervent as she stroked the blonde's firm, resilient flesh, moving the towel slowly around Cherie's smoothly swelling titties, watching them ripple with the movement. Kelly drank in the beauty of Cherie's naked belly and long tapering legs, and the glistening wetness that had appeared between her velvet-smooth thighs. Her own hot, tight cunt was all wet with pussy juices along the cuntband of her panties, and she was almost trembling from pent-up arousal as she continued stroking, slowly . . . gently ...
The towel circled Cherie's sensuously trembling titties, and her legs began to undulate, open and closed, open and closed, almost imperceptibly, with an automatic response to the burning fires in her cunt which had been ignited by the sucking of Frankie's cock. Kelly saw the fine, large nipples rise under her lewd ministrations, growing distended and hard, and she brushed the towel across first one nipple, then the other, then moved it up to Cherie's shoulders again as the young blonde suddenly moaned softly, her eyes going shut all the way.
"You like me rubbing your titties like this, don't you?" Kelly whispered hypnotically. "You like having your whole body rubbed . . . your titties ... your belly ... "
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . ." Cherie whispered as though she were drifting off to sleep.
Kelly smiled as, without stopping her massaging, she quickly slithered out of her clothes with one hand. As soon as she was naked, she felt much more relaxed herself, delighting in the way the cool air danced on the sensuous swell of her hugely billowing tits and wafted against her own hot, juicy cunt-lips. Now that she was as naked as Cherie, she had to employ even more willpower to keep herself from smothering the naked young blonde with her own hotly aroused body.
"I'm going to rub between your legs now, Cherie," Kelly whispered in a thick, low voice. "Your pussy has become all wet and shiny from your cocksucking, and I'm going to dry it off."
"Oooooooooooo . . . yes ... " the passion drugged blonde whispered back, her body now gyrating with mounting excitement.
Kelly brought the towel down, brushing it tenderly over the girl's softly curling blonde pussy hair, drying the soft wisps, fluffing it, then moved still lower over one slender leg, then the other . . . over the knee and calf and then back again to the softness of Cherie's inner thighs, causing the innocent young girl to spread her legs even wider. Now more of her tender, pink, moist cunt was revealed to Kelly's lusting eyes, and she raised the towel up to the wet soft pussy slit and stroked it up and down ... up and down ... up and down.
"Doesn't that feel good, Cherie?" she intoned. "Doesn't this towel feel good on your naked pussy?"
"Ooooohhh ... aaahhhh ... " Cherie moaned, her naked body twisting and arching, legs scissoring more decidedly now at the body exciting sensations which were flooding through her cunt at the manipulations of the towel on her damp pussy flesh. Dimly, she was aware that she was allowing Kelly to play with her naked cunt, but she was certain that this was the best way to succeed . . . and besides, it felt so wonderful and soothing and relaxing. Her pussy was tingling ... begging for some sort of release now.
Kelly began telling Cherie how lovely her naked pussy and tits were and as she talked she brought the towel up and over Cherie's body again, back down, up, down, and then she cooed, "I'm going to use my hands now, instead of the towel. Remember how nice my hands felt last night?"
Cherie sighed in pleasure as Kelly began to stroke the soft, succulent flesh of the eighteen-year-old blonde below her, her own body gyrating hotly now at the electric contact of the naked female cunt flesh beneath her fingers. God! This Cherie Tyson was really a beautiful girl . . . and she wanted to taste her cunt so badly!
The voluptuous girl eased her fingers off Cherie's shoulders and arms and sides and tits, over the turgid nipples and then allowed her hands to slide down across the smooth flat belly to touch the soft blonde pussy hairs around and down Cherie's gently rounded thighs, then bringing them back up again inexorably. Then, her middle finger slowly parted the moist hot crevice of Cherie's pussy slit, parted it gently to touch the soft little bud of her clitoris. It came instantly erect under her stroking fingertip, and the slender young blonde's hips began to undulate more freely on the carpet. Her mind was telling her that she was going farther than she ever had before and that this was so different that it was utterly and totally fascinating. Cherie wished she had allowed Kelly to go this far with her the night before. Her pussy was so hot and excited . . . and there was nothing wrong with the wonderful pleasures she was feeling!
"Give me your hand," Kelly's softly gentle voice said. She was breathing rapidly now, her middle finger moving with increasing speed against Cherie's tiny, excitedly throbbing clitoris.
Obediently, Cherie lifted one hand. Kelly held it for a moment, then let it rest on her knee to give the young blonde girl the feel of her own hotly burning flesh. Cherie was not surprised at all by the fact that Kelly was now naked. In fact, she would have been surprised if she had touched cloth instead of flesh.
Kelly leaned forward, moving Cherie's hand over her own sensuously quivering tit, guiding the limp fingers over her rock-hard nipple, feeling her cunt secrete her burning pussy juices. She bent further forward, touching her own Lips to Cherie's moistly parted mouth, letting her lips flick across the warm inviting softness. The young girl moaned softly, knowing that she was becoming lost in the wonderful feelings surging through her cunt, and not caring. Her arm came up, encircled Kelly's neck, and a low moan of ecstasy escaped her Lips as she felt
Kelly's tongue begin to work inside her unresisting mouth. The other girl's finger began to slide with an increasing rhythm up and down the petite blonde's hotly throbbing little pussy slit, rapidly moistening with shameless arousal.
Kelly stretched her body out on the soft carpet next to Cherie, moving hard against her, reveling at the contact of their naked flesh, her own passionate cunt seething hot and eager. She moved her head away from Cherie's mouth, began kissing the turgid, swollen nipples, then dipped down over the smooth softness of Cherie's naked belly . . . then lower still until she was breathing hotly, excitedly, into the blonde silken curls of Cherie's pussy hairs.
Her lightly stroking hands that had massaged the blonde's softly quivering tits unceasingly, moved down now to the slim smoothness of her slightly parted thighs. With tender movements, she parted the softly yielding flesh, drawing Cherie's legs even wider apart to reveal the complete moist pinkness of Cherie's passion-drenched pussy slit. Kelly began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety blonde pussy hairs, her tongue extended like a hot poker as she squirmed her body lower and lower on the carpet, mouth and fiery probe seeking the tiny rigidly erect button of Cherie's clit.
Suddenly, Kelly's tongue came in contact with the moist hot bud, began to circle it teasingly. In a reflex movement, Cherie's breath shuddered between her teeth and her cunt fired with a sudden raging desire at the electric touch. Her hands came up to wind themselves in the raven tresses of the wanton model. Kelly let her hands slide upward again over the soft belly to Cherie's whitely billowing tits, cupping and kneading them hungrily while her mouth and tongue continued the wet assault on her hotly throbbing clitoris.
Kelly's full sensuous lips took the pulsing button between them, finally, nipping it gently, running her tongue round and round it in continuous circles, reveling in the smooth, slippery surface. Cherie cried out sharply, her hands tightening in Kelly's hair, her smoothly curved asscheeks beginning to swirl madly on the carpet from the waves of delicious desire being transmitted through her nakedly exposed pussy flesh.
She was on fire . . . her whole body was burning up! First sucking Frankie's cock . . . and now having her own cunt sucked and licked by another girl. She was going to cum soon. She just had to Kelly was responsible for the incredible feelings shooting through her cunt, and she hoped the beautiful older girl never stopped licking her pussy, ever.
Cherie's head began to flail from side to side on the floor in total abandonment, and Kelly opened her mouth still wider, moving her tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened cunt slit to the throbbing pussy hair-rimmed opening of the young blonde's tight hot cunt. She began to tongue-fuck Cherie then, harder and faster, sliding her hot, wet tongue far up into Cherie's excitedly dilated little cunthole, reveling in the unintelligible whimpering sounds the young blonde girl made as she swirled and licked her tongue around the velvet-like interior of the softly pulsating cuntlips.
Kelly brought her hands down again, slipped them beneath Cherie's lewdly spread thighs, pushing them farther up until the wanton young blonde's hips were high off the carpet, thighs draped over Kelly's shoulders and pressing tight against her wet, eagerly slavering cheeks. The whole of Cherie's glistening pink pussy was open in naked abandonment to Kelly's churning face, and then the older girl cupped with gentle hands the softly trembling asscheeks of her blonde neighbor, fingers kneading the quivering flesh, as she thrust her tongue deep into the searing liquid depths of Cherie's cunt
Cherie writhed and moaned from the delicious lickings of her moist, hot little pussy and the gentle probing of Kelly's tongue up into her passion-heated pussy hole. The feverish lust was swirling in great billows through her cunt and she knew she was very close to cumming. Her naked body strained and twisted on the carpet, her mouth open to emit wailing cries of mindless delight as she urged Kelly on to even greater manipulations of her nakedly aching cunt. And the wicked older girl obliged, her tongue becoming a pistoning thing, a female cock fucking deep and hard up into the blonde girl's wet, hotly clasping cunt. She lowered her right hand as she slaved in wondrous delight, sliding her middle finger down into her own fiery wet cunt, stroking her tiny, hotly throbbing clit rapidly, the heat of impending, natural cum roaring like a raging white-hot inferno through her cunt as she sought her own release simultaneously with the climax she knew was building in Cherie. Faster, oh God, faster and faster, her burning tongue fucked into Cherie's hotly gripping cunt. Faster and faster her fuck-finger flashed up and down on her clit, both of their passion-enslaved minds chanting the dirtiest words they could think of, and they would be cumming any second now!
And, waiting in the doorway, his cock jerking wildly in his pants, watching it all, Bob Avery knew it as well! He was fucking glad that there was still some use to Kelly. She had pretty much lived out her usefulness at the agency as far as he was concerned, and Gaylord was thinking of giving her the ass-shaft soon. It would be nice to have some other cunt to take her place, and after tonight, Cherie would be the chick. The snooty little blonde piece was being broken in really well, and it was up to Bob to wait until the proper moment to step forward and finish the initiation . . . and that moment wouldn't be too far off. His cock was jerking obscenely against his pants, and he could feel it throbbing painfully. Jesus, if they don't cum soon I'll cream in my pants! I'll goddamn cream in my pants!
"You mother-fucker!" Russ Miles swore aloud as a black and yellow cab suddenly shot out in front of his shiny white Austin Healey, missing the front fender by only inches. Thirty miles an hour was a loathsome speed to maintain in a little car with a manual gearbox and, as expert as he felt he was, the handsome young photographer never knew whether he should be in third or top and kept fidgeting between them as he made his way through the heavy New York traffic toward Cherie Tyson's apartment on East River Drive.
He had thought about it long enough to believe he was making the correct decision in going to see Cherie. As he drove along in third, feeling guilty as hell for using up all the extra fuel, he knew that there was something special about the voluptuous young girl he had fucked a week ago. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he could tell that she felt something for him as well. She wasn't like so many of the other girls who came to New York for careers in acting and modeling. She wanted to be an independent woman, and he liked her attitude. Kelly had been like that before she decided that her career and satisfying her hot, greedy little cunt were more important than her self-respect.
But Russ was certain that Cherie wouldn't be lured by the temptation of fame and success to sell herself short to the likes of Bob Avery. Russ knew that Bob had been keeping his eye on the lovely blonde model, watching and waiting for the proper time to make his move and suck her into fame and fortune on his terms. From the way Cherie had acted, Russ was pretty sure that she would be able to hold her own against a man like Bob Avery . . . but not forever. Living next to Kelly would make things even harder on the naive young girl from Bakersfield. The time would probably come when Cherie would just break down and believe that the only way to get ahead in the world was to stoop to the things that generally went on in it. He admired the girl's desire to make it on her own, and he was going to see to it that she got the chance.
He realized that he was risking his career by his action. Bob could very well make him or break him with all his connections. Then too, there was the fact that Cherie was really a beautiful woman. The dinner they had had together during the week had told Russ that there was the possibility for something special to exist between them . . . perhaps something stronger than what had existed between him and Kelly when they were planning to be married. Maybe it wasn't love . . . not yet, anyway. But it might be. He had made a mistake once with Kelly long ago and he did not want to repeat that mistake again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bob Avery had finally entered Cherie's apartment He'd been getting too damn hot watching the two girls' excitedly writhing bodies from out in the hall, and now that he was in, he dropped his pants, his long, thickly throbbing cock springing free and erect from his loins.
As he stroked his obscenely pulsing prick, he continued to watch with salivating lust the enticing sight of Kelly licking and sucking the passion-crazed young blonde's cunt while she finger fucked her own hotly squirming pussy at the same time. Jesus! He'd never seen Kelly so fired up before, and he could tell that Cherie was really going at it as well. This little orgy was turning out better then he had hoped. His cum-swollen balls were throbbing painfully with his increased excitement and his stroking of his lust-hardened cock had increased in their tempo. His feverish eyes were unblinkingly glued to the wild initiation scene being enacted on the carpet less than ten feet away. It would be exciting to fuck the two gorgeous chicks-one blonde and the other raven-haired. Bob could tell that Cherie would really be able to turn him on while trying to further her career. Knowing that in the time to come, her future would depend on her keeping him happy made his cock throb all the more.
On the carpet, the sex-crazed Kelly Walker continued to swirl and flick her tongue wildly around the moistly sucking softness of Cherie's pulsing cunt-lips and the wild cries of animal pleasure grew louder and louder in response. "Ooooohhh! Suck it . . . suck my pussy . . ." Cherie screamed over and over, her nakedly wriggling ass jerking and spasming frantically off the carpet beneath Kelly's madly fucking tongue. She was going to cum soon . . . she had to cum soon. It was building and building ...
Kelly's own brain was a bubbling cauldron of lust and near-orgasm as she flailed her middle fuck-finger faster and faster over her tiny palpitating clitoris down into her wetly flowering pussy. When Bob had asked her to help him initiate Cherie into the fashion .world once and for all, she had never thought her own cunt would become so damned hot!
Cherie writhed and squirmed beneath the obscenely exciting pussy licking until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer, ecstatic rapture in her naked cunt. Her head flailed limply on the carpet, her shoulder-length blonde hair churning in the late afternoon sunlight coming through the window, as she ground her seething, greedily sucking pussy hard up into the wanton cover girl's lusting face and tongue. She felt the gathering waves of her orgasm rising like they never had before . . . and then cresting ... and then ... she was there!
A piercing, half-human scream erupted from the young blonde's throat and she locked her hands hard on Kelly's long, raven curls, drawing the shamefully excited model's greedily sucking mouth harder against her steaming cunt, her cunt juices flowing hotly from her wide-spread pussy, inundating the voluptuous older girl's mouth and tongue, flowing down along Cherie's trembling ass split to pool in a fragrant stickiness on the carpet. She screamed again and again, and Kelly sucked and licked and burrowed and then she, too, was screaming out her orgasm, howling up into Cherie's frantically clutching pussy as her middle finger rubbed insanely on her own throbbing clitoris and sent her entire body oscillating with wave after wave of surging cum.
At long last, both girls collapsed as their driving climaxes ebbed. Cherie emitted a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, her head lolling to one side, her eyes closed, her brain refusing to comprehend anything except the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her pussy. She released Kelly's hair and opened her thighs to allow her to remove her head from between her feverishly tightened legs.
The wicked model lifted herself onto her knees, grinning down at Cherie, the pussy juices of her neighbor's mind-blowing cum making her face and mouth glisten in the fading light.
Cherie lifted her head and she saw Bob Avery walking to where she was. He was completely naked, his huge cock preceding him like some pagan battle lance. Her eyes became fevered with anticipation and renewed sexual excitement. She could feel her pussy once again become hot, moist, and eager, and she knew that she was about to advance her career and what was better, she would have fun doing it.
"Hello, Cherie," Bob smiled. "I see you decided to become a member of the team . . . like your girl friend Kelly here."
Cherie's long eyelashes fluttered, but she was still too exhausted to say anything.
"Well, I'm going to see to it that you get that full page in Sports Illustrated. It's not very much, of course, but you've only been with us for two weeks, and success takes a lot of hard work. But it'll be a start."
As he spoke, her eyes fixed oh the lewdly throbbing hardness he held in his hand. It was huge . . . larger than Frankie Scarletti's, and the dark red head was glazed with a sheen of pre-cum. Cherie thought about how nice it looked, and about how wonderful her orgasm had been only moments before. She had to have another one . . . and Bob Avery was here to give it to her. Her pussy was aching again, and if there was anything she had learned in the last weeks, it was to satisfy the demands of her cunt She had been too long trying to ignore her own needs. Too long without pussy-splitting cock!
Confused and rambling thoughts raced through Cherie's passion-crazed mind as she lay naked and trembling on the carpet staring up at the thickly pulsing cock held by Bob Avery beside her. Then he spoke again, in the same hypnotic tone Kelly had used before. "I can make you cum again, Cherie . . . I know you'd like it . . . and I can make you rich and famous. Would you like me to do that for you?"
Cherie closed her eyes, her brain whirling with nothing but the incredible lust within her that had been awakened by the sucking of Frankie's cock and having her cunt licked and sucked by Kelly's mouth. She couldn't help herself. All she wanted was cumming, the wonderful sensations once again churning through her pussy flesh extinguished only by the spiraling ecstasy of orgasm. That was all she could think about!
"Yes . . ." she heard herself moan from far away. "Oh, yes, Bob ... I want your cock inside my pussy now. I want it to fuck the piss out of it!"
Bob bent lower, still holding his thickly throbbing prick, and began to stroke the wet, hard cockhead over Cherie's naked nipples, bringing them to instant erect hardness. Deep groans of desire poured again from the young model's throat. Bob continued to massage her body quivering tits with the head of his obscenely pulsing cock for several seconds, rolling the nipples around and around, coating them with pre-cum while his cum-laden balls screamed with desire. His heart threatened to burst through his chest cavity with anticipation as his mind dwelled on what he would soon be doing to this tight-assed little blonde.
Suddenly, Bob released his gigantic cock and put both hands on Cherie's waist, guiding her upward and saying, "Come on, Cherie, lover, get up on your hands and knees . . . that's the way. Now turn around a little. That's a good girl..
Cherie did as she was asked, poising her body on all fours, wondering what pleasures she was about to learn. The tight mysterious split between her sensuously curved asscheeks was all wet with cunt juices from her recent cum and with the saliva of the wanton older girl who had tongue-fucked her to it and who now watched excitedly only a few feet away.
Bob knelt behind Cherie, breathing raggedly with inflamed desire, and began to stroke the full deep split of her nakedly quivering asscheeks. The cum-seeping head of his massive cock almost touched the tiny trembling ring of the young blonde's asshole, almost but not quite, as he kept on stroking the smooth fullness with his fingertips, bringing moans of increasing delight from the sex-crazed Cherie. He teased her asshole with the tip of his middle finger, reveling in her passionate cries. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his middle finger up into her ass, wriggling it around inside the tight, rubbery hole, drawing a whimper of arousal from the innocent blonde model's tightly constricted throat
Bob put both hands on her nakedly trembling asscheeks, then, using his thumbs to pull the hot cum-slicked split wide apart, the whitely glistening asscheeks parted to reveal the tiny virginal opening of her invitingly puckered asshole. He leaned forward, so that the huge throbbing head of his cock rested against the quivering naked entrance, then moved his hips lightly, guiding his lust-swollen hardness along the crack and poising it finally at her hotly pulsating little asshole.
The beautiful blonde was frightened, but excited as well. What can Bob be doing to me back there? she asked herself. And then she knew ...
He was going to fuck his huge cock into her tiny little asshole!
But that's not where I want it, she screamed at him in her mind. I want it in my cunt!
Suddenly, with a powerful lunge, Bob plunged forward, fucking his thickly throbbing prick far up into Cherie's tight, virginal little asshole, fucking it hard through the clenched muscles to bury it full length in her cringing little rectum. He clutched at her wildly flailing ass, flexing deep and hard into the warm depths of her asshole, feeling his cum-laden balls slap loudly against her moist cunt slit down below, the pressure of his lunge bumping her head down against the carpet.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh . . Cherie howled at the lewd assault on her tender little asshole. Her mind exploded in a torrent of driving pain as his might, pulsing hardness filled her rectum with incredible pressure. She knew instinctively that she should relax her ass muscles, and as she did, she found that the pain was nowhere near as great, and was actually a pleasant experience.
Cherie groaned again, this time excitedly, as Bob flexed his powerful hips and pelvis, fucking hard into her, his loins smacking hard against her trembling asscheeks, his hands reaching under her to tweak and pinch at her whitely swaying tits as he held her impaled on his throbbing cock.
From only a few feet away, Kelly watched with mixed emotions. This was exactly how she had become initiated, and she could remember how wonderful life had been for her afterwards . . . but she really wished Bob was fucking her like that instead of Cherie. Now that there was another top girl to. compete with her, things might not be so easy for her. But she watched, with mounting lust, the incredibly exciting scene, cheering Bob on in his sodomizing of her lovely blonde neighbor's asshole. "That's it . . . fuck her in the ass. Fuck that big cock of yours into her asshole. Show her what it's like ... how good it feels I"
Russ Miles wasn't sure what he was going to say to Cherie when he saw her. He wasn't even sure she would be home, though he had a pretty good idea she was not going out with other men. He parked his car in her apartment house guest parking space, and as he entered he saw Frankie Scarletti sitting in the lobby with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, talking to the security guard. Both men's faces were split in obscene grins.
"Goin' up to see Cherie?"
"Yeah, do you know if she's home?"
"She sure is," he smiled. "And something tells me she's havin' a ball."
Russ couldn't understand what Frankie was driving at, but he decided to ignore him. For the exercise, he walked up the four flights as he had done when he had brought Cherie home the week before, and arrived on her floor. Walking down the hall, he thought he could see that the door to her apartment was open. That was unusual. She had always seemed like the type of girl who would keep her door locked, or at the very least closed. As he came closer, he was certain he could hear Kelly's voice coming from Cherie's living room. He frowned, wishing to avoid Kelly as much as possible. He had to put up with her when they were shooting together, and now it looked like he was going to be seeing her again. The sounds grew louder, and were joined by other noises, grunting animal noises, low moans, the slap of what sounded like flesh against flesh. Then the young photographer was at the door, and he pushed it open, his eyes widening as he saw what the source of the sound was. His heart sank ... he was too late!
He could see Kelly, Cherie and Bob, the three of them naked, and Cherie was being fucked by Bob, the luscious blonde girl receiving every hard, thick inch of his long cock in her tightly constricted little asshole!
Russ stood at the door and watched as Bob's ass heaved and fucked into her ass again and again while moans of pleasure emanated from her gaping mouth. A startled, disbelieving gasp burst from Russ's throat, and he stood absolutely motionless for a long breathless second. Living next to Kelly must have finally been too much for the lovely, innocent young blonde. She was furthering her career on Bob Avery's cock as she allowed herself to be fucked in the ass while Kelly watched with encouraging glee.
He tried to clear his mind of shock and come to some sort of decision about what he should do. His first impulse was to just leave. Cherie had obviously made up her mind that her career could be enhanced by letting Bob Avery fuck the piss out of her, and if that was her decision, he should let her stick to it.
Dimly, he thought of rushing forward and pulling Avery off of her. He couldn't believe that Cherie could have changed so quickly from the innocent, starry-eyed young girl he had known a week ago to what he was seeing now. Even Kelly hadn't changed that quickly. There was something wrong here, something he couldn't quite put his finger on . . . but something that gave him a gut reaction. He wasn't going to leave without hearing what Cherie had to say for herself first
While he stood and watched, his eyes became fixed on Cherie's lovely, nakedly twisting form, her soft, perfectly formed body glistening in the ebbing sunlight streaming into the living room. He remembered what fucking her was like as his eyes roamed along her beautiful body . . . from her body billowing tits to her asscheeks to her pussy . . . her pussy which was so pink and excited . . . and her cunt hair, visible as Bob Avery fucked again and again into the deep channel of her asshole. Russ knew how soft and warm and wet her cunt was.
Abruptly, insanely, his cock began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, to rise slowly into erection as he stared at the wild scene less than ten feet away from him. From the look of Cherie's face, she was loving being fucked in the ass by Bob, and Russ at the moment knew that he was in love with the girl being sodomized. It was undeniably the love of a man for a beautiful woman ... a sexual love ... a burning heat which seared through his flesh as he watched Cherie being wantonly fucked in her ass. His mind was made up. He wanted her ... wanted her as he had wanted no other woman ... wanted to fuck her as Bob Avery was fucking her now . . . wanted to feel himself, his cock fucking up inside her cunt!
Another agonized gasp escaped Russ's lips, and he stepped forward, finally entering the room with his legs spread wide on the thick carpet, his heart flailing wildly in his chest. His body trembled with his consuming desire, his eyes two pits of fiery lust. He couldn't help himself ... he simply couldn't! He was beyond all reason now, past all caring, as torrents of desire swept him up in a flood-tide that set his blood to boiling. His cock was pulsating madly as it jutted forth within the cloth of his pants.
CHAPTER NINE
Kelly Walker was so engrossed in watching Bob fucking his huge ass-splitting cock in and out of Cherie's greedily devouring little asshole that she did not notice Russ until his second gasp, and she froze as she saw him bound into Cherie's apartment.
Kelly had never expected him to come, and she felt a tremor of fear ripple through her naked body as she saw his wild and crazed eyes. She had her thoughts on his feelings for Cherie, and he looked as though he was going to kill Bob for what he was doing to the luscious young blonde . . . and then maybe turn on her next for being in league with Avery. She had to think of something . . . and then she noticed his erection. Sooooooo, she thought, he's getting off on watching Cherie getting fucked in the ass. Well . . . maybe there's hope for the man yet!. ...
She had to take advantage of the situation before Russ came to his senses and changed his mind. She knew that Russ and Bob would never come to terms with each other, and it had been a long time since she and Russ had fucked. She took a quick look at
Bob and Cherie, saw that they hadn't noticed the arrival of Russ, then quickly scrambled to her feet.
Kelly took a deep breath, running her hands along her smooth naked thighs, then started slowly, provocatively, toward the wild, aroused man standing so close by.
Vaguely, for his attention was still riveted on Cherie's swaying nakedly heaving body, Russ saw Kelly turn to look at him, then get to her feet and walk to where he stood. He couldn't move; he was past all rational thinking now, his painfully jerking cock throbbing with a feverish intensity and his cum-swollen balls aching with the need for release . . . aching with love and desire for beautiful Cherie Tyson.
Kelly reached him, stood naked and proud before him, remembering how she had once been able to get him so aroused he didn't know which end was up. Her hips and pussy thrust out at him, the late afternoon sun shining invitingly off the lush soft pussy hairs partially hiding her wetly glistening cunt split. Her smile was age-old, her face sheened with excitement and desire and she stared straight into his burning eyes. "Hello, Russ, lover," she cooed softly. "It's been a long time since you've fucked me . . . too long. ... "
Russ opened his mouth, trying to say something, but the words would not come out.
"I guess you can see that Cherie has decided to join our little world," Kelly taunted. "Suppose you forget about all those silly ideals and join the fun. Why don't we fuck like they're fucking? You and I used to do that ... we can do it again. Your cock is so hard! I want it up inside me, up inside my asshole just like Cherie has Bob's cock up her asshole. I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock, and the four of us can cum together. Won't that be fun? You and me, just like before. Come on, lover, fuck my ass!"
A low, tortured, guttural moan purled from the lust-incited young man's throat . . . and by that sound, Kelly knew she had gotten through to him. She stepped forward, pressing her hot, voluptuous nakedness against his fevered body, her hand slipping down to cup and stroke his cloth-encased cock and balls. His eyes were still fastened on Cherie, and his ears were filled with nothing but her cries of animalistic pleasure. Kelly whispered, "I'm going to take your cock out now, Russ darling. You remember the way I used to do it before . . . well, I'm going to do it like that again. We can fuck and watch Bob fucking Cherie in the asshole at the same time. Won't that be exciting?"
Russ just stood there while the hotly panting raven-haired beauty unfastened his belt, pulled his pants down and his shorts aside, and began to stroke his nakedly aching cock, her middle finger extending downward to tantalize his sensuously jerking cum-swollen balls. She pressed her huge nakedly billowing tits up against his bare arm, rubbing the swollen nipples over his smooth flesh, and began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot moist lips as she continued to fondle and caress his sensuously throbbing cock and balls.
Then she systematically went about stripping him as naked as she was, dropping his clothes onto the floor, and Russ obediently, mindlessly allowed her to undress him as if he were a little boy. When he was naked, Kelly began rubbing his swollen, heavily throbbing prick up and down her warmly secreting cunt, guiding it through the wet, soft fringe of pussy hair, causing both of them to moan with spiraling delight. Then, tightly grasping the mindlessly excited young man's thickly pulsing cock, Kelly gently tugged at him, whispering, "Come on . . . let's get next to Cherie and Bob. We can fuck the way they're fucking, and we can do it next to them. You and Cherie and Bob and I can all cum together . . . and you and I will be just like we used to be, darling!"
Mutely, blindly, like a dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with a burning lust, Russ Miles allowed the raven-haired temptress to lead him forward with her hand around his excitedly palpitating prick.
Meanwhile, Cherie was liking more and more the strange sensation of having her asshole fucked by the grunting Bob Avery as they twisted and flailed at one another on the thick living room carpet.
The passion-enslaved blonde's asshole had grown accustomed to the huge cock sunk deeply up in her bowels and her asscheeks were grinding wildly against Bob's deeply fucking prick. Over and over, her mind chanted, I like it ... I like it. Ooooooohhhhhhh . . . his cock feels so good fucking into my asshole. I never thought anything as wicked as this could feel so wonderful. Aaaaa-aahhhhhhoooooo . . .
Cherie's shoulder-length, honey-blonde hair swirled like a soft cloud around her head, and in total abandonment she buffeted back harder and harder against Bob's relentlessly fucking cock, feeling his cum-swollen balls slap lustfully against her wetly secreting pussy below, the hard smack of his naked prick pounding against her sensually wriggling asscheeks, the wondrous excitement generated in her heaving tits by his kneading fingers rolling over her tiny erect nipples. Her hips were a veritable blur of motion, twisting, bucking, reveling in the huge cock fucking deeply up into her tiny quivering asshole.
"Ooooooooohhh . . . yes . . . Bob," she heard her voice cry. "Do it to me harder. Fuck my ass .. . fuck me deeper. Oooooooooool"
Russ heard Cherie's cry of wanton desire, and the words sounded strange on her sweet full lips. And yet, they were tremendously exciting to the naked, virile young man, and they caused his cock to palpitate with incredible pressure in the hot, tight grasp of Kelly Walker's fingers. A small voice in the back of his mind told him that he had not come to Cherie's apartment to fuck Kelly. He wanted Cherie. He wanted to fuck the luscious blonde girl whom he thought had been above all this. He wanted Cherie's soft warm pussy . . . wanted to join her and prove to her that life could be the way she wanted it. But his cock and the lust in his body were all powerful, too powerful to deny, and he allowed Kelly to lead him forward, allowed her hand to guide him by his throbbing, granite-hard cock next to where Cherie and Bob Avery were fucking like two animals in heat
The voluptuous, naked Kelly Walker pulled him down onto his knees, releasing his cock finally, lowering her head to kiss the swollen head briefly, then, kneeling before him next to Bob and Cherie, she presented her nakedly quivering, moist asscheeks up to him.
"Fuck me!" she mewled, her body oscillating with desire. "Ooooooooohhh . . . lover . . . fuck me in the asshole with your big hard cock like you used to. Hurry ... I'm on fire for your prick!"
Dimly, through his own lust Bob heard Kelly's wild desperate urgings, and his eyes opened to see who she could be talking to. His face went pale with shock and surprise as he saw Russ Miles kneeling naked behind the lovely, insanely aroused cover girl. He stopped his fucking motions for a moment on the outstroke, only his huge, throbbing cockhead sunk between the cock-stretched lips of Cherie's virginal little asshole.
What the fuck is he doing here? he thought. I'll bet he came to try and score with this little blonde before I did. Well, tough shit, Miles. I got her ass first! Why don't you get into Kelly's?
The knowledge of Russ's presence and his joining of their lewd orgy sent new waves of burgeoning passion through Bob's hot prick. It seemed as though Russ were finally going to stop rocking the boat and get back into the swing of things.
Bob Avery fucked his huge powerful cock forward again, far up into young Cherie Tyson's asshole. Harder and faster and deeper he fucked, abandonedly reveling in the slap of his loins against Cherie Tyson's whitely trembling asscheeks.
The panting young blonde was slower to sense the arrival of someone new in her apartment. She hadn't heard Kelly's desperate cries, so caught up was she in the task of buffeting back against the deeply fucking cock of Bob Avery. But now, as she heard him moan with renewed frenzy and begin to fuck harder and harder into her greedily milking asshole, her eyes became focused, and her head raised up from its flailing, hanging position. And through the haze of desire, she saw a familiar face, a face staring with sweat-sheened, crazed eyes at her from a distance of only a few feet. The face of Russ Miles!
Oh, she couldn't believe it . . . but it was true. The very man whose job she thought she was saving was naked . . . and about to fuck Kelly in the ass, even as she herself was being ass-fucked by Bob Avery.
The wanton young blonde stared, blinking at Russ, thinking it was only a dream. Had she been wrong about the only man in New York who had shown her any kindness? Was he the same as Bob Avery? She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it! Russ must really care for her, otherwise he wouldn't be here. There was nothing to indicate he had known Bob and Kelly would be doing this.
Her mouth gaped open as her big blue eyes fastened on the hugely throbbing cock of the man she now knew she loved. And she stared gapingly at the pulsing hardness he held in his hand over the nakedly trembling body of Kelly Walker. Her brain screamed, No! Russ, darling ... I want you ... I have to have you. Don't let them trap you like they did before.
"Russ!" she managed to gasp, her body rigid, her hips no longer flailing crazily back toward Bob's bowel-filling strokes even though he was still fucking hard into her asshole with his long swollen cock.
"Fuck me, damn it Russ!" Kelly's shrill voice howled demandingly. "Fuck me in the ass. Fuck my ass ... !"
But Russ paid no attention to the trembling model poised on all fours before him, he didn't even hear her wailing plea. His eyes were locked with Cherie's, and he saw only her, her beautiful perspiration- sheened body, her huge, nakedly swaying tits, her wriggling white asscheeks. And Cherie, in turn, saw only Russ, the immense erection held strongly in his hand. It was bigger than she had remembered from the week before . . . bigger than she had dreamed a cock could be. It trembled and quivered, the head swollen and filmed with pre-cum from the split in the head. It was the instrument of love belonging to the one man in New York City who meant anything to her . . . the only man who had really meant anything to her after she and Spencer had drifted apart, and she wanted it, wanted Russ's big and wonderful cock fucking deep up inside the hotly juicing walls of her cunt!
And at that moment, the world seemed to dissolve around Cherie and Russ, and there was nothing left but the two of them and their desire-ridden bodies. A mute message passed between them, a bond of love so powerful that it demanded immediate consummation in the strictest physical sense, a love that transcended the mere lust which Bob and Kelly offered, and both Russ and Cherie knew it in that moment, knew that there was no one else in the world for them but each other. And they knew, too, that their feelings for one another, which had been latent during the last week, were perfect and clean and good because they were the product of love, and not payment for advancement in a career!
The handsome young photographer struggled to his feet, stumbled forward, and Cherie awaited him with moist eyes, only dimly aware of the delicious ravaging of her tight little asshole by Bob Avery behind her. Russ attempted to pull the wildly fucking Bob from his position behind the moaning blonde, but Bob merely laughed gutturally at the ineffectual arms encircling his chest, the fire burning out of control down in his deeply fucking cock giving him the strength of ten men. Instead, he rolled heavily over onto his back, pulling the cock-impaled Cherie with him so that she now lay on top of him, her naked little pussy exposed to Russ's lusting gaze.
The muscles of Cherie's flat tanned belly were near the breaking point from the pressure of her legs falling down on either side of Bob's body, until she finally managed to plant her feet high up on his outstretched thighs, her knees bent over to relieve the pain in her young asshole from Bob's deeper penetration in this new position.
Standing above them in his nakedness, his bulging hard cock throbbing at the lovely view of the young blondes pink, cum-smeared cunt, Russ could see the thickly throbbing shaft of Bob's cock protruding from Cherie's asshole beneath, and while he hated to share the lovely girl with Bob Avery, he knew that Cherie would be thinking only of him. Russ looked at her hot, juicy little pussy with lustful eyes, the pussy hair-rimmed slit making tiny nibbling motions in the air as she instinctively continued screwing her asscheeks back down onto Bob's deeply fucking hardness. Cherie's huge sensuously throbbing tits were dancing wildly on her chest above Bob's arms that were locked together beneath their voluptuous softness, and in this position the lovely blonde's naked cunt looked so open and inviting that the young photographer almost hated to destroy the vision of loveliness she presented.
Moving swiftly, though, in his lust, Russ groaned deeply in his throat and knelt down on the floor between Avery's outspread knees, his cock throbbing thickly with anticipation at the sight of the blonde-fringed pussy eagerly waiting to be fucked.
As he glanced down at her face, Russ could tell that Cherie was almost out of her mind with desire for him, and he told her with a silent message from his eyes that he wanted her just as badly. Positioning himself above the young blonde's lewdly gyrating cunt, he aimed his rigidly pulsating cock at the wet, pink pussy flesh below.
The muscular young man spread Cherie's thighs still farther apart as he moved into position. Then grasping his hard, aching cock in his hands, he guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern of her wetly seething cunt.
"Ooooooooooooooohhlihhhhhhh . . . goooooooo-oood ... I" Cherie groaned as his lust-enraged prick slithered unimpeded up inside her hotly tingling pussy, joining Avery's cock already buried deep up there in her tightly gripping asshole. Cherie lay gasping for breath between the two muscular men, delighting in the way the addition of Russ's cock fn her pussy hole filled her more than she would have dreamed was possible! She acknowledged the uncontrollable passion racking her pussy and asshole, shamelessly rocking back and forth between the two lewdly impaling cocks with only the thin wall of flesh between her asshole and cunt separating the two deeply fucking pricks.
Eager to show his newly realized love for the young blonde, Russ began to fuck rapidly into her hot moist pussy, while Avery from beneath her began fucking up with long hard strokes into the depths of her hungrily devouring asshole. It took a moment, but then they achieved a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a child's rag doll.
Cherie was uttering low moaning sounds that went on and on all the time they fucked into her pussy and asshole from the front and back, occasionally loosing a deeper groan from her chest as they fucked harder and harder.
The voluptuous Kelly Walker watched as if hypnotized, staring at the two huge, wildly fucking cocks skewering into Cherie's widespread pussy and asshole. Her coal-black eyes gleamed excitedly as she viewed the two huge pussy juice-slickened cocks glistening as they fucked in and out, the stretched pink edges of the young blonde's pussy drawing back with Russ's cock on the out-fucks and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her squirming little cunt. The other painfully aching hardness was clasped tightly by the blonde's rubbery asshole as Bob fucked his huge cum-slickened cock relentlessly up between her quivering white asscheeks. On and on it went, filling Kelly's wetly throbbing little cunt with an envious desire that made her huge dark eyes flash green and her hotly tingling little clitoris tremble almost to the point of vicarious orgasm. Kelly couldn't believe that Russ had left her to fuck the young blonde, and she felt totally disappointed that once again, she had lost him. She would never have believed that her naive neighbor was enjoying getting fucked by the two men at the same time.
But to Cherie Tyson, it was as though only Russ's cock was filling her cock-hungry little pussy. In her mind, she replaced Bob's hugely throbbing cock fucking into her asshole with Russ's, making it seem to her as though Russ was fucking her cunt and ass at the same time, as though he had two hugely fucking cocks!
Cherie suddenly found a place to rest her ankles in the crook of Russ's knees, and her naked, whitely trembling asscheeks began to jerk backwards to meet the in-fuck into her lewdly impaled little asshole and then forward again to swallow Russ's cock whole as it fucked into her steaming wet pussy. Her young body felt as though it would split apart from her pussy slit up, and a series of tiny pre-orgasms began rippling through her loins, even the tiny, cock-stuffed passage of her asshole quivering excitedly in time with her clitoris.
"Ooooohhh! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhl" she chanted rhythmically with each of their delicious in-fucks into her cunt and up between her wide-spread asscheeks. They drove into her helplessly spread pussy and asshole harder and wilder, while between them the passion-crazed young blonde churned and twisted as though she had gone mad. Then she moaned loudly and jerked her pelvis back and forth with machine-gun rapidity.
"Oh GodI Ooooohhh . . . keep it up . . . fuck my pussy and cunt harder. I'm cumming . . . ooohhh . . . God! Don't stop . . ." Cherie sobbed out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until she thought it would never stop. Her wildly wriggling ass swung back and forth, around and around, searching out every ounce of the maddening sensation flooding her wildly heaving cunt and asshole.
Bob Avery below her sensed that the lovely, blonde fashion model had gone beyond all shame, and believed that he had finally won her. Now he fucked even more savagely up into her tight, hotly clasping little asshole, imbedding his hugely jerking cock as far up as it would go, as the wild rush of his boiling cum began streaming upward from the sanctity of his cum-swollen balls.
"Aaaaarrrghhh! Aaaarrghhh . . . there's cum in your ass," he grunted into her ear, savoring the way her nakedly thrashing asscheeks were clenching into hard little balls against his lewdly fucking prick.
But Cherie did not hear him. Her whole being was focused on the white-hot cum that was once more rushing up from Russ's cum-filled balls deep into her cunt. She felt Russ double the speed of his long, pussy-splitting in-fucks and felt him fucking his violently exploding cock again and again up inside her still wildly convulsing cunt walls.
Russ could feel her cum-moistened pussy clasping and unclasping around his throbbing hardness. The handsome young photographer pumped his virile male sperm deep up into her convulsing young cunt until finally he rammed his prick all the way in and held it there, vibrating like a pneumatic drill far up inside her greedily milking pussy as she continued twisting her cunt around his huge, cunt-splitting hardness.
Finally it was over. The softened twin cocks slipped wetly back out of Cherie's wide-stretched, cum-soaked asshole and cunt. Russ rolled over from her limp, satiated young body and collapsed beside the other two spent forms on the carpet. He heard a slight popping noise as Bob's thick shaft slipped from the tightness of her asshole and looked through half-closed eyes at her huge, whitely billowing titties heaving as she gasped to regain her breath.
The stillness of Cherie's apartment was broken as suddenly Kelly said, "Now that the two of you are done with her, how about taking care of me?"
Bob smiled lustfully as he looked at the voluptuous, naked dark-haired girl, her fingertips touching her own body throbbing clitoris.
"I'll take care of you, baby," he said gleefully, getting up off the carpet and walking over to her. "I'll suck that sweet cunt of yours, babe, until you drown me in your cunt juice. Jesus . . . what a way to go! Hey, Miles, ya wanna get off again?"
But Russ didn't hear him. He and Cherie were gazing now into each other's eyes, feeling the love they now had for each other flow warmly through their exhausted bodies. Then, with a low grunt, Bob took Kelly's hand and led her through Cherie's apartment to the door and out into the hall to Kelly's place.
Alone, Russ and Cherie searched their minds for the words which were not necessary to express what they felt for each other. Each time they tried to say something, they would only open their mouths, and then stop, not wanting to destroy the wonderful moment of shared love they knew would never end as long as they lived.
