The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who surreptitiously join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Wendy Murphy is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lurk passions that are contrary to many of society's most ancient taboos, passions waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
FIANCEE IN HEAT-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Actually," said Cheryl, "it makes perfect sense to me. Like, you're getting married tomorrow, and I know you're such a straight-ahead guy that you'd never screw around on your wife. But today you're still free, and if I want to fulfill my long-term fantasies about what I know is a super-dynamite, absolutely radical piece of cock, I'm gonna have to do it, like, today, while you're still free. What's crazy about that, Frank?"
Frank shook his head. He didn't know what to say. Cheryl's offer had floored him. Sure, he found her attractive. Who wouldn't? She was a tall redhead, with striking eyes, great tits, and legs that her short skirts and high heels showed off to extreme advantage. He'd always known she was available, but she'd never come out so blatantly as she had done thirty seconds ago, asking him explicitly to fuck her ass off.
"I-I couldn't," he said. "It wouldn't be fair to Wendy."
"Oh, fuck Wendy!" Cheryl purred. "What she doesn't know will never hurt her. Think of it as my wedding present to you."
She came to him then, all hands and mouth, her arms twining around him, her firm full tits pushed hard against his body. Her legs slinked lasciviously around Frank's, and she put her hands on his face, tilting it downward so she could reach his lips with her own. He felt her hot breath, her hotter lips, her even-hotter tongue. Her tongue slipped into his mouth while he was trying to tell her no again, and his cock became hard, springing up stiff as a board inside his pants.
She felt his cock too, and she rubbed her belly against him, which didn't do a fucking thing to make his prick go soft. Her body was warm, sweet-scented, her tongue avid as it explored the inside of his mouth. Frank put his arms around her. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if they just played around a little. But of course he couldn't fuck her. Not on the afternoon before he was to be married to another woman.
Well, he hadn't planned any of this. He'd taken the day off from work, but as usual there was some emergency and Cheryl had come over with some papers that needed his signature. But she had more than signatures on her mind. He'd sensed it as soon as she came through the door of his apartment, her high heels clicking on the floor, her legs flashing long and wild and sexy beneath her short skirt, her tits moving suggestively inside her loose, thin blouse. And here she was wrapped around him, sucking like a leech at his mouth, thrusting her big tits hard against his body.
She stepped back. She took a deep breath that made her tits lift invitingly, and, when he hesitated, she took his hands and put them directly on her tits. The roundness of her thrusting tits was amazing, and so was their firmness. She pulled his fingers to her buttons and he began to undo them quickly, anxious to get a look at Cheryl Massey's tits. He tits were often discussed around the office.
Under the blouse, she wore a thin, pink camisole, with laces half undone. The shapes of her sweet round tits were obvious through the almost sheer fabric which clung to her nipples. Frank hooked his thumb in the bow of the laces and pulled gently. It unraveled, and the camisole fell loosely away from Cheryl's tits. His fingers pulled it open and his eyes feasted on the sight of her tits, bare at last.
"Touch them," she invited, slipping off shirt and camisole. She didn't have to ask twice. His hands covered the ripe tanned flesh of her tits, and he looked at her with an expression of awe in his eyes. "Suck them! Suck my hard nipples!"
Stooping, Frank applied his lips to her tit, nursing feverishly at the invitation of her aroused nipple. She had great tits, he had to admit. They were tanned all over, like the rest of Cheryl-at least, all he had seen of her-and her nipples seemed to blossom in his mouth.
She had her hand on his crotch now. She was fondling the shape of his erection, and her fingers showed no embarrassment whatever in tracing the dimensions of his cock bulge. His cock seemed to get even harder as she touched and tickled it. He was dressed casually for his day at home-jeans, T-shirt. The jeans were old, faded, and somewhat tight, and he had a momentary alarm that if his cock got any harder, it might burst the seams of his pants. He had to get his prick out of confinement in his pants.
Cheryl's fingernails were scraping insistently at the hard, bulging shape of his prick, and he knew he had to feel her hands on his bare flesh, at the very least. He wouldn't fuck her. No way But maybe they could give each other handjobs.
Still sucking her hard, tasty tits, he reached for the button of her skirt. He loosened it, slid the thing down her long legs, put his hands on her garter belt, fondling down to her stocking tops. His hand came around and touched her crotch. She wore simple g-string panties that barely covered her cunt bush.
Touching the hairs that stuck out around the edge of the crotchpiece, he knew without seeing that they were a burnished red, like the soft falls of hair that grew on her head. Her pussy was soaking wet. The crotch of her g-string was dripping, and he could hear her cunt squishing as he rubbed at it.
"Oh, do that!" she purred, stroking his head with one hand, his cock with the other. "Make me wet!"
She pried his lips off her tits and straightened him up.
"Ever since I came to work for you, I've had this hot secret fantasy about you eating my pussy," Cheryl said silkily. "Would you make it come true now?"
He hadn't counted on anything like that. Just playing with each other, kissing a little-that was one thing. Eating her pussy was something else. It came very close to cheating on his fiancee. Frank stepped back, took a look at Cheryl as she stood there, all long and leggy and glowing with sexual heat, wearing nothing but her shoes, stockings, and g-string. Wet red hairs were protruding from both sides of the crotch strip. He could smell the funky arousal of her cunt . As long as Wendy didn't know, what could it really hurt?
He picked Cheryl up, seated her atop his bar. She turned and twisted, showing herself off for him. There was a small butterfly tattoo on one cheek of her ass. He'd never been with a tattooed girl before. He tried to imagine Wendy with a tattoo. His prick got harder.
He bent his head down and kissed Cheryl, right on the tattoo. Except for the little strip that ran through her crack, her ass was totally bare. It was as tanned as the rest of her. His lips began to rove all over her plump firm asscheeks, w kissing, nipping, sucking at her warm flesh.
She lifted her ass and pulled down her panties, opening her legs to show him her pussy. He put his hand on her wet cunt bush, feeling sticky goo that coated her prominent cunt lips.
She sighed at his touch. "Mmmm, that feels sooo good! Open me up! It's just as good inside as out."
Frank spread her cunt with his fingertips, delicately parting her soft moist pussylips. It certainly looked just as good, with the red hair peeled back and the pink gash of her cunt showing. He worked the flesh, marveling at the way her clit erected. She had a juicy-looking clit, and he touched it with his fingertip.
"Aaahh!" Cheryl purred, thrusting her cunt toward his hand. "Do it again... "
She was lying flat on the bar now, her knees up, her pussy open and ready.
He sat down on one of the stools and angled his face into her crotch, while he stroked his hard cock bulge with one hand. His cock throbbed inside his pants, aching to be free. And his tongue suddenly itched like crazy for the taste of Cheryl's red-hot, red-haired cunt .
He dipped into her sticky pussyhole, sliding his tongue up and down the groove, just coating his tongue with the flavor of her pussy. She had a hot, funky taste. There was no question she was dripping for him. Jesus! Sure, they used to joke around at the office, but he'd never guessed she nursed secret fantasies about him. Cheryl was the last woman in the world he'd have expected to be sticking his tongue inside.
She must be one super-hot fuck, he told himself. Too bad he would never find out. Even licking her pussy was going a bit further than he had agreed to allow himself. Wendy would just die if she found out about this.
His tongue was drawn irresistibly to the stubby, erecting point of Cheryl's clit. It was slick and hot to the taste, and it shivered each time he licked it.
She moaned at his caresses, pulling his face ever more into her cunt , and her legs clutched at the sides of his face. Wetness oozed from her tight pink hole, clotting on his lips and chin as he continued to feed at her pussy. The more of her pussy he ate, the more Frank seemed to want. He spread her cunt wider, less gently now, and she gasped at the eagerness of his fingers, moaned at the sudden thrust of his tongue, straight up into her twitching cunt hole.
"It's better than I thought it might be!" she whispered. "Oh, God, Frank! I'm gonna come all over your face!"
He didn't have to be told. The excitement of her pussy was quivering against his lapping tongue. He whipped her clit again, equally turned-on by Cheryl's quick arousal. Jesus, was she that hot for him? Or was she this hot for everybody?
Her legs clenched around his face, urging him on, and he had no desire to stop, either. Her pussy taste was more than stimulating. It was an aphrodisiac. His cock ached inside his pants, and he massaged his thick, hard prick urgently, using his tongue furiously on Cheryl's dripping cunt .
"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned. "Suck my clit! I'm gonna come, baby! Gonna do it! Gonna dooooo it!"
Her pussy came, slapping up into his face, all hot and convulsive and gushing its sticky cunt milk. If he'd been wearing glasses, they'd have steamed over in the heat of her orgasm. He could feel his tongue sizzle and scorch as he plunged it back and forth through the stewpot of her pussy.
He ate into her pussy until she flopped weakly, cummed-out, and he gave her one last lick for good luck. She fell limp and she pulled his head up to hers. Her tongue was out before he even got there, and she started to eat her pussy liquids off his mouth and chin and nose.
"Mmmm, I taste so fucking gooood... " she husked, licking his flesh, her fingers hot and insistent on his cheeks.
Her tongue shot into his mouth and she sipped her flavors from there, too. Obviously she loved the taste of cunt .
"C'mon, c'mon!" she panted, sitting up, her hands reaching for Frank's T-shirt.
She took hold of his T-shirt and ripped it down the front, leaning in to plant her mouth on his chest. He moaned as she bit his nipples, as she pulled his chest hair viciously with her teeth, as she took nipping bites into his skin. She didn't draw blood, but she could have. She was hot as a rabid bitch.
"I want your cock! Gotta have your fucking cock, boy! Get that son of a bitch out here for me!"
She didn't wait for him to respond. She unhooked his jeans, sliding off the bar onto the floor as she tugged his pants downward. It was uncomfortable as hell, because she didn't wait to unzip him, either. The pants were tight, and he had a sizable hard-on inside them, and she just kept tugging and jerking, in too much hurry for her own good.
Frank unsnapped the jeans and loosened the fly, and he heard her sigh as she finally felt his pants yield and start to slide downward. She almost ripped off his prick in her eagerness, and as soon as the jeans were down, she dropped to her knees and put her mouth on the bulging lump under his shorts. She sucked his cock through his briefs, making his shorts as wet as if he'd pissed in them. Her mouth slid along the big bulge, tasting the flavor of his hard cock through his under shorts. Her teeth were insistent, and her tongue was going crazy.
Frank guided her head as she worked on his prick, and he knew there was no way he could keep from putting his prick in her mouth. But he couldn't fuck her. No, that would be going too far. He had to think about Wendy, too.
She pulled his shorts down. He was surprised she didn't just eat her way through them. His cock came swinging out, free at last, and she swooped on it with an open mouth. Her lips caught his stiff prick, and she slurped it up and down, mouthing him all the way to the balls, then back up the pole until she reached the knob at its tip. Her mouth slid over Frank's cockhead and she sucked furiously, vacuuming as if she meant to drain him of his jism right now! His balls rested in her hand and she fondled them suggestively.
Frank moaned and gasped as she kept at her work. Jesus! A mouth like that oughta be against the fucking law! He had no doubt Cheryl could kill a man with her lips and tongue for weapons.
She spent what seemed forever licking and tonguing the tip and sides of his cock, and in between times sucking at just the tip of his prick.
Something told him that when she ate cock, Cheryl really ate cock, but Frank knew he shouldn't be going as far as this with her, and it seemed sinful to urge her to start going down on him in earnest. No matter how much he craved to cum in her mouth!
Closing his eyes, he tried to pretend that it was Wendy doing him. To think of his sweet, fresh-faced bride sucking cock like this only made him hotter, harder, more anxious to spill some cum. He'd bet anything Cheryl had started fucking and sucking long before she'd even gotten tits. She had a lifetime's jump on Wendy, as far as experience went. Wendy was still a virgin and planned to stay one until their wedding night. Tomorrow night.
He gasped as Cheryl swallowed half his cock and began to jerk him off with her hot wet mouth. All he could do was hang onto the top of her head while she sucked the length of his hard throbbing cock.
She gulped him deeper still, his cock penetrating her throat.
He'd heard of this, but he'd never experienced it before. It was incredible to feel his prick sliding down her gullet, past her tonsils.
She bathed his cock in hot saliva, slurping his prick in and out of her mouth in hot greedy swallows.
"I love to suck your cock!" she whispered. "It's so big and hard, and I can tell it wants me to suck it."
She slid her mouth up and down his rigid prick, down as low as his balls. She sucked his balls while her hand played on his mouth-sloppy prick, making sure his cock stayed hard-as if there was any chance his cock might go soft before she got him off!
"I came in your mouth," Cheryl added. "Are you gonna come in mine? Are you gonna fill my mouth with your hot sticky white juice?" Mmmm, I hope so... "
The words, spilling so lewdly and caressingly from her soft red lips, seemed to vibrate Frank's balls. His groin ached already, and all Cheryl's talk about jism was only serving to heat him up. He felt both supremely guilty and supremely aroused, at the same time, with the redhead's skillful mouth making hot love to his cock. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, not on the eve of his wedding, but it felt so fucking good to have her tongue and lips all over his hard, lust-aching cock, and he thought: yes it would be a great idea for his cum to squirt into this bitch's mouth!
Frank staggered under her suddenly voracious attack. He leaned back against the edge of the bar, and his cock thrust into Cheryl's horny mouth. She seemed to open her throat and gulp him down.
"Oh, shit!" he moaned. "Suck it down, baby! Eat all my cum!!" And it came gushing from his cock, filling her mouth with a sudden overflow of viscous white juice. He heard Cheryl squeal with glee as the jism poured into her mouth and she gurgled, too, drinking his lust and sucking to draw more of it from Frank's throbbing, squirting cock.
"Yes! Take it all!" Frank gasped, hanging onto her ears and fucking into her mouth.
Oh, Jesus, he thought, oh, fucking Jesus! This was so goddamn incredible, this feeling of blasting his cum into Cheryl!
Her tongue, lapping around his cock as it shot off in endless streams of hot sticky jism. Her cheeks, sucked in, vacuuming the cream from his cock. Her throat gulping as she drank his hot horny load. The little humming cries and moans she made as she sucked it out of him.
He'd almost forgotten how good, how satisfyingly good, it really felt to squirt his cum into a hot, willing swamp of a mouth, this was one thing Wendy was abso-fucking-lutely gonna have to learn to do! He'd start with her tomorrow night, in the honeymoon suite. Second time they made it, he would shoot it down her throat and teach his sweet young wife to eat cum.
He looked down. His cock was dry, but it was still sticking up big and hard, and Cheryl was sucking frantically at the shaft, moaning as she mouthed him. His cock was rock hard and the way she was sucking, there was not a chance in hell he'd soften up soon.
"Yes," he gasped, "oh, baby, keep on sucking! Keep me hard! I wanna put my cock in that tight red-haired pussy of yours! Keep me stiff enough to fuck your hot pussy, Cheryl!"
Well, he conceded, it was unrealistic to think that he could pass up a fuck, if she was throwing one at him with such insistence. And who was going to tell Wendy, anyway? He sure wasn't! What she didn't know would never hurt her.
CHAPTER TWO
Wendy Murphy pushed the emergency stop button, halting the elevator between floors. She felt very wicked. The button was for emergency use only, and she wasn't in any sort of emergency. She just needed a couple of minutes to reassure herself she was doing the right thing.
"Oh, damn it! The honest truth is that you just can't wait any longer!"
It was true. She looked at the mirror beside the control panel and saw that she was blushing.
But she really couldn't wait any longer.
Wendy touched herself. Her tits ached under the loose silk shirt she was wearing. Her tits felt big and passionate, constricted inside her bra. Her hand slipped inside the shirt, touching the soft cups and their firm but yielding contents. Her fingers stroked across the point of the cup, tickling the hard, aroused nipple that pulsated within. It seemed to get even harder, more aroused, as she touched it.
Wendy had been brought up to be a good girl. After her parents died, she'd gone to live with an unmarried aunt. Sex wasn't sinful, she knew, but she'd been taught carefully that it was proper only in a marriage context. And she'd been true to her upbringing. Now, on the eve of her wedding day, she was still a virgin.
But it had been so hard, since becoming engaged to Frank. She giggled nervously, thinking of just how hard it got for Frank. She wasn't totally pure, of course. She'd spent the night with her fiancee several times, sleeping naked in his arms, feeling his firm male body next to hers.
Sometimes, when the urges got too hard to control for both of them, they'd get each other off with hands applied to the right places. Still, his was the first cock she had ever touched, the first one that had ever gushed a river of sticky semen all over her hand while she stroked and caressed his throbbing hard prick. But they had never gone any further than that.
Wendy had told him the truth, that she could not do it until she was married, and he had respected her. The idea that he was getting a virgin, perhaps the last twenty-two-year-old virgin in the state of Ohio, had excited him, thrilled him, even filled him with a kind of possessive pride.
Well, tomorrow was the big day, and Wendy Murphy had come to the conclusion that she simply could not wait until tomorrow. Her own urges had been damned up inside her over the months.
Sometimes, when they were lying naked in Frank's bed, his hard cock fiery hot against her flesh, his mouth on her lips, his hands on her bare, stiff-nippled tits, she had to summon courage and resistance from the very depths of her soul.
But, today at work, she had reached her decision. She knew Frank was taking the day off. His friends were giving him a small bachelor party this evening. All morning she'd mulled it over, and by noon she'd made up her mind. She would go to him, at his apartment, and she would give herself to him-totally. They really didn't have to wait any longer.
She was sure he'd be as delighted as she was, for the frustration often got to him, too. He hadn't been a Casanova before she met him, but he'd been as celibate as she for the whole past year, and he deserved a break. It would make their wedding so much more special, she was sure.
Still halted between floors, Wendy took her hand out of her bra. Her nipples were almost agonizingly hard, the tit-flesh moist with sweat and excitement oozing from the pores of her skin. She lifted her skirt, looking around automatically before she did it, even though she knew there was no one else in the elevator with her. She ran a finger up the spidery mesh of a garter.
She knew that Frank found garters sexy, and she'd worn them just for him today. Wouldn't he get hard when she removed her clothes and displayed herself in the white undergarments of purity? White bra, white panties, white garterbelt, white stockings. Even her high-heeled shoes were pure white. He could strip them away from her, just as he would peel away the layer of virginity that guarded her ripe and ready cunt .
She stroked the crotch of her panties, feeling the crackle of her pubic hair inside. Her body tingled with anticipation of what was to come when she reached the tenth floor and rang Frank's bell. Oh, God, was she ever gonna ring his bells! And her own, too! She knew what it felt like to orgasm with his fingers delicately playing with her aroused clit and dripping pussylips. She had felt the throb of his aroused cock, gushing inside her eager fist.
In ten minutes more, she would finally know the pleasure of his cock plunging into her virginal pussy.
"I'm gonna get fucked," she said aloud, shivering at the deliciously wicked sound of her words. "Wendy Murphy is about to lose her cherry!"
The excitement of the realization sent spasms through Wendy's body. She leaned against the elevator wall and she squeezed rhythmically at her pantied crotch, fingers flexing on her hot, virgin cunt . Her lips tingled with desire, her clit felt so big, and, as she massaged herself through the panties, she could feel the hot cunt -ooze leaking from her pussylips, sopping into the thin nylon of her arousal all the more.
Frank would smell it too, as soon as she came through the door. Would he guess that she'd been playing with herself in the elevator on the way up? Know that she'd been stirring her cunt in anticipation of his putting in the meat? Oh, God, she wanted it so badly! She'd been a fool to wait so long!
On the other hand, if she'd started fucking at an early age, like all the other girls back home, she'd be totally jaded and bored with it all by now. She would never have known the all-consuming thrill of being in the elevator cab, hungrily rubbing her pussy, while she imagined the magic moment when her man first fucked her cunt with his fat, hard cock. And she would not have traded the special delight of this moment for any amount of past pleasure.
Wendy slipped her finger inside her panties, touching her wet cunt lips. She had very little hair on her pussy. Frank had been delighted by the way her bush vee'd down to the tip of her slice, then faded away, leaving the pink tight hole almost totally bare of fuzz. The hair she had was blonde, almost platinum, like the hair on her head, and that had delighted him, too.
Her finger stroked the lips of her cunt , feeling the wetness, the softness, the yielding excitement that bubbled just inside, some of it frothy ooze spilling out with each caress of her fingertip. She touched her clit, too, moaning, as she felt the energetic responses there. The tremulous button quivered at the slightest brush. Her clit had never been as aroused as this.
She pressed her clit with her finger, moaning, blinking back the tears of ecstasy that flooded into her eyes, and she knew that she had made the right choice when she ditched work this afternoon to come over to Frank's apartment for an unplanned rendezvous-and the busting of her long-preserved cherry, just twenty hours before they took their vows as man and wife. Yes, she had to! She couldn't wait another minute, let alone twenty goddamned hours! She had to have it right now!
Wendy rearranged her clothing, brushing her hair into place, then pushed the restart button on the control panel. The elevator lurched and began to climb upward. She counted off the floors. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The cab stopped and she held her breath for what seemed forever before the door swung open and she stepped out. She turned left, reaching into her purse for the duplicate key to his apartment.
* * *
Cheryl was on top of Frank. She had a distinctly dominant strain, and she loved to ride a man like a horse. She was facing him, her pussy full of his driving cock-still rigid with lust, despite the humongous load he'd spilled down her sucking throat-and her tits and hair both swung freely. She had big tits, she had long red hair. Plenty to swing.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" she gasped as she fucked his prick again and again with her sticky hot pussy. "Fuck the shit outta me, Frank!"
He could feel the squishy bottom of her cunt as his cock fucked into it. Her pussy was tight, but it was the tightness of a woman who knows how to control the tension of her pussy muscles. A nutcracker-like cunt . She could twist her hips just so, and her pussy seemed to suck like a mouth around Frank's cock. He could almost feel teeth and tongue inside her, double stimulating his prick as it rammed her pussy again and again. Jesus, he'd nearly forgotten what fucking felt like! But had fucking ever felt as good as this? The eve of his wedding was a fucking hell of a time to discover a piece of ass as hot as Cheryl Massey.
His cock had been pussy-dry for a long time. Thrusting into Cheryl's cunt , he realized how much he'd missed fucking. Not that he got a lot of it before Wendy had come into his life.
No more than most other single guys who had jobs and responsibilities. Still, he realized, Wendy was something special to him, and she meant more than any of the women he used to fuck before he met her. He'd given up fucking because she had her principles. Christ, whoever heard of virgin brides these days? It was like a holdover from the Middle Ages!
But there was a tantalizing thrill to the idea that his would be the first cock to enter Wendy's virgin cunt . Cheryl was great, sure, but she was also well used, and he didn't love her. He wasn't sure he even particularly liked her. Still, she was a great piece of ass, and he'd never forget this special wedding gift from Cheryl Massey!
She swung her chest toward his face, big tits slapping him playfully in the face.
"Like, would you care to suck on them?" she giggled. "It really drives me mad when someone sucks my tits while he's fucking me. I just, like, come and come and come!"
He didn't need an engraved invitation. He grabbed her dangling tits and buried his face between the fat sweat-soaked tits, his fingers plying her hard pink nipples. He didn't know which one to suck first. He squeezed her tits together and tried to suck them both at the same time. It didn't work. Her tits were way too big for that. Closing his eyes, he picked a winner and fed it into his mouth.
"Like, oooohhhh!" Cheryl moaned, fucking his prick deep up her hot heaving pussy.
She had a special, really hot way of grinding her belly against him. It stimulated her clit, obviously, because she panted and gasped and moaned every time she swung herself around and around, and it aroused the living shit out of Frank. His cock lurched in her cunt as if it were gonna shoot off right now, but he willed himself to hold back. He wanted Cheryl to blow her cookies first, to explode in ecstasy atop him, and then he wanted to shoot his hot cum straight into her churning cunt .
"Oh, baby, baby!" he gasped underneath Cheryl's writhing body, her tit sliding in and out of his mouth.
His lips were so wet with drool that he couldn't hang onto her big tits, but it was a hell of a lot of fun trying! He trapped a nipple between his teeth, chewed it hungrily.
"Ohhhh, eat my titties!" She giggled, humping down around his driving prick. "God, you're fucking me soooo deep! Isn't Wendy giving you enough nookie, big stud? You fuck like you haven't fucked for a month of Sundays!"
He swung her over onto her side.
Cheryl squealed at the change of position.
"Like, I wanna be on top!" she pouted. "I always come when I'm on top!"
Frank mounted her without missing a fuck-stroke.
"This time you're gonna come on the bottom," he assured the redhead.
His cock fucked deep into her twitching pussy and she just giggled, nodding in agreement. Her legs lifted, enfolding his body. No way he'd get out of her now. Not till she'd been fucked to the limit. He had no intention of deserting her pussy till it was overflowing with his hot cock-milk.
He leaned down, returning to the suckling of her tits.
Cheryl moaned as his mouth ravished her tits as he chewed and bit her nipples, sucked them harder, stiffer, than before.
The bed rocked and bounced beneath them, as if they were fucking on a trampoline. His cock seemed to plunge deeper, faster and harder into the sucking mouth of her red-hot cunt . He ground his belly against hers, her red bush tickling his flesh, arousing him all the more. Her pussy rose to meet his cock invasion, and his cock squished in her juices as he fucked her relentlessly.
Cheryl was a juicy fuck for Frank, but he'd never be able to spend his life with her. Every time she was out of sight, he'd have to wonder whose cock was plugging her ever-hot pussy. Wendy was a totally different trip.
In his twenty-eight years, Frank Talbott had never met anyone like Wendy. He closed his eyes, still fucking Cheryl, and he pretended that the moaning, sweat-soaked, writhing body beneath his, the pussy that frantically ate each and every hot stab of his cock, was that of his sweet innocent Wendy. And tomorrow night, when their honeymoon began, it would be Wendy under him. Oh, God, he'd bring her to the heights of ecstasy, break in that sweet wild virgin body of hers, show her what it was all about, what they'd waited for all these months. He would fuck his darling little wife blind!
Balls-deep in Cheryl's cunt , he could think only of Wendy and how much better it would be when he finally fucked her. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow!
* * *
Wendy turned the key in the lock and let herself in. Knocking didn't even occur to her. She had spent so much time here, and it was as if this was her own apartment anyway.
The TV was on, but she didn't see Frank anywhere. She turned the set down, and she could hear weird noises. Coming from the bedroom.
Oh, God! Wendy giggled silently. It sounded as if he was watching a porn videotape again! Frank liked to look at them sometimes. Wendy felt weird watching people fuck on television, but occasionally, late at night when they shared an almost-pure bed, it was a little arousing, too. Well, she thought, he didn't have to watch anyone else fucking now! She was here, and she was going to give it all to him!
She tiptoed to the bedroom door. It wasn't entirely shut, and she gave it the tiniest push.
If he was lying on the bed, watching a tape, he'd be facing away from her. If she were careful, she could just sneak in and throw herself upon him.
Wendy undid the two top buttons on her green silk blouse, and she edged the door open just a wee bit farther, peeking her head around.
"Oh, Jesus, fuck me!" Cheryl wailed, rocking hard under Frank. "Fuckin' fuck meeeee!"
Cheryl's legs clawed at his, her hands were all over his head and back as he sucked at her jiggling tits. She twisted and writhed beneath him, her pussy swallowing his hard cock repeatedly.
The bed jerked and bounced, as if the mattress were about to slide off the bedstead. His cock fucked deep, hard, again and again, and Frank's control was slipping as fast as Cheryl's.
"Come for me!" he gasped. "Come all over my big hard cock, baby!"
"Yesssss!" Cheryl squealed. "That's it!"
She exploded beneath the man, her pussy stuffed full of his driving prick. She leaned back, and his mouth was filled with her hard nipples.
Frank sucked her big pink nipples until they seemed two inches long, fucking into his mouth the way he'd fucked his cock into hers.
"Gonna do it," he moaned, "gonna squirt inside you!"
"Fuck me... blast me with your hot cum!"
"Take it, baby!"
He let go, his prick exploding inside Cheryl. She went into orgasm number two, or maybe it was number three, at his eruption, and her pussy sheath was filled with the gushing cream of his cock.
"Oooohhhh, I can taste it!" Cheryl moaned. "It's shooting up my fucking throat and I can taste your hot cum on my tongue!"
He shot, endlessly, into her churning, sucking pussyhole. And when it did end, they lay panting, enfolded, wrapped in each other's arms, his softened cock still jammed up her cum-drenched hole.
"Wasn't that a better wedding present than another fucking toaster?" Cheryl sighed, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "Jesus, I've gotta get back to the office. It's almost time to punch out for the day!"
* * *
Wendy stopped the elevator just below the tenth floor. She was absolutely shattered by what she had seen. They'd talked about it, sure. She'd told Frank that she would understand if he found it necessary to have other women, but he had sworn that he didn't need any, that she was all he wanted, and she had believed him. Well! She had seen the proof with her own eyes!
Wendy closed her eyes and saw it all again: Frank, stark naked, his tanned ass quivering as he drove his cock in and out of the cunt of a gorgeous, moaning redhead. Even worse, Wendy knew the woman. It was Cheryl Massey, who worked in Frank's office. Wendy had seen her, had met her. And now to see that same Cheryl being fucked! Fucked by her faithless bridegroom! Oh, God, it was just too damned much!
She looked up, stared at the mirror, thinking bitterly that she had come over to offer Frank exactly what the redheaded slut was already giving him. And how long had it been going on? Was she supposed to believe this was the first time Frank had ever stuck his prick into Cheryl's pussy?
Wendy shivered, remembering Cheryl's sighing moans, the way Frank's mouth had gobbled at the redhead's jiggling, swollen tits. They hadn't even seen her. They'd been too busy fulfilling their own disgusting pleasures.
The bastard! He had violated something sacred. He'd broken his promises to her. And he'd done it on the eve of their wedding. For this she had carefully preserved her virtue for twenty-two goddamn years? Only to be made a fool of behind her back? "The shit has hit the fan," Wendy said, glowering at her mirrored image. "If that son of a bitch can do this to me... "
Angrily she pushed the restart button and the elevator began to move again. It came to a stop on the ninth floor and the doors opened.
A man entered. Tall, good-looking, with dark hair and eyes, casually dressed.
He looked at her, and Wendy realized just how upset, how disordered she must appear. She brushed back her hair and tried to smile. But the image of what she had seen in Frank's bedroom would not leave her mind.
As the elevator began to descend toward the lobby, the images raced by.
Frank had hurt her so much, and she wanted to hurt him back. How to do it? How?
She looked up at the man, saw that he was glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Did he like what he saw? There was no reason he shouldn't, she was suddenly aware. Her face was pretty, her clothes were flattering. She was an attractive woman and she knew it.
Wendy straightened up, making her tits lift a little under the green silk shirt. She touched the short blonde hair that grazed her shoulders, gave it a little flounce.
The man smiled.
Yes! Wendy thought suddenly. Yes, goddamn it! That's it!
She lifted her hand, index finger extended, and before she could let her conscious mind tell her that it was a crazy, idiotic idea, she once again pushed the stop button.
The elevator came to a halt.
She turned to the man, who was looking at her quizzically.
"How would you like it if I sucked your cock-right here in the elevator?"
CHAPTER THREE
"I mean it," she said, taking a step toward him.
She put her hands on his shoulders and tiptoed up, pressing her lips against his. He was slow at responding, but suddenly his arms encircled Wendy and he pulled her to his body. His mouth opened against hers, and she was instantly terrified, wondering if she might have gone too far. His tongue slid into her mouth and his hands came down to cup the cheeks of her ass. His body moved, touching hers. "Kinda sudden, isn't it?" he asked, letting up the lip pressure.
"Sudden things have become a part of my life," she said enigmatically. "Listen-this is really important to me. What do you say?"
He shrugged. "Well, we're obviously not going anywhere. Why the fuck not?"
They introduced themselves.
"Jon, do you think I'm good looking?" Wendy asked, stroking the tits that were noticeably displayed under her green silk shirt.
Jon tilted his head, eyeing her up and down. Holding her breath, Wendy unbuttoned the shirt, flipped it open to reveal the small white cups of her bra that held her tits in place. He still didn't answer, so she unhooked the clasp of her bra and the cups fell away. Her tits thrust out, perfect cones, capped by small brown nipples whose points were rigidly erect.
He was the first man, except for Frank, who had ever seen her tits bare. She hoped she wasn't blushing, but she knew she was.
Jon reached out, let the backs of his fingers brush one of her bared breasts. Her nipple tingled at his touch. He turned his hand over lazily, cupped her firm hard breast from beneath.
"You have lovely tits," he said. "How's the rest of you?"
Sucking in her breath, Wendy lifted her skirt. It was relatively short, though not quite a mini. Under it, she wore her white stockings, white panties, white garterbelt. She held up her skirt, turning her legs this way and that, showing them off.
"Fantastic," he gasped, his fingers tightening on her tit. "What's under the panties? C'mon, show me."
She knew it was sinfully wicked, but she was really pissed off at Frank. And what better way to pay him back for his betrayal?
Holding up her skirt with one hand, she hooked a thumb in her panties and started to slide them down, conscious of how big a step she was taking.
"Nice," Jon said.
He continued to caress her tits with one hand, but he put the other onto her bared crotch, his fingers stroking the small vee of gold-blonde hair and, below it, the long pink gash of her cunt slit.
"Nice and wet," he added.
Wendy blushed furiously, remembering how she had teased herself in the same elevator, no more than five minutes ago, on her way up to Frank's apartment. She had caressed her pussy eagerly, making her cunt ready for what had promised to be an afternoon of ecstasy with Frank. The proof of her arousal was still moist on her cunt lips.
Wendy shivered as the knowledge that the touch of this stranger's hand on her virginal cunt was becoming a distinctly pleasant sensation.
"You're gorgeous," Jon said, his hands sliding away from her pussy.
He had stoked a fire that was still burning between her legs.
Maybe she should ask him to fuck her. She looked at the front of his pants. God! There was a huge swelling in his crotch, and she had been with Frank enough times to know exactly what it was. His cock was getting hard!
Holding her skirt up, Wendy clutched her aroused pussy, staring at the man's face, at his crotch, wondering if she dared to be so wicked.
Walking awkwardly, with her panties down to her knees, she went to the man, pressed herself against him. Her bare crotch rubbed against the lump in his pants. She felt his cock getting harder still as the friction continued. He put his hands on her bare ass, massaging her trembling asscheeks. His fingers stroked her garter straps, the tops of her stockings.
"I hope you're not after money," Jon said.
Wendy shook her head, her gray-blue eyes misting over. "I'm no whore. I just had a very bad experience and I need to get it out of my system. I really want to suck your cock. In fact, I think I have to suck your cock."
She put her hand on his lump and squeezed it.
"Damn right you have to suck it!" Jon exclaimed. "You got it hard and you're gonna get it off!"
Wendy dropped to her knees. She had never done this before, but she had seen enough X-rated tapes at Frank's to know the general idea. She unzipped Jon's pants, hesitating before she stuck her hand inside. She could still call a halt. She could restart the elevator and run like hell when the door opened. She didn't have to go through with it.
But she knew, staring at his unzipped fly, that she really had no choice at all. She only wished Frank could be here to watch her, to see what his betrayal had germinated. Wendy closed her eyes and reached inside Jon's pants.
Oh, God! He didn't have any shorts on! The first thing her hand encountered was his swollen cock, hot and gristly. She moaned at the touch of it on her fingers, but she forced them to take hold, and she willed them to pull his prick out of the fly, into the light.
His cock was thick. She didn't know if it was long or short. The only real cock she'd ever seen had been Frank's. This one was smaller, but not a lot smaller, and she thought it was a bit thicker than Frank's at the root. She knew that his cockknob was smaller, but there was a spike-like appearance to Jon's tapering erect cock that she found quite interesting, once she dared to open her eyes and took a look at it.
She gripped his cock at the root, her finger and thumb encircling his stiff prick, and she let them slide up and down a short way.
"Ahhhh!" she heard him sigh, and he put his hands on her short, silky blonde hair, stroking the fine wisps gently.
She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, her hand moving on his cock, while she tried to summon up her courage. Faced with his cock, she wasn't sure at all that she could bring herself to suck it, even though she had promised to do so. She closed her eyes, and, for a long moment, she relived the scene she had witnessed when she peeked around Frank's bedroom door. Frank and that red-headed bitch, fucking like pigs.
Wendy saw red, and when her vision returned to normal, she had her lips pressed against the tip of Jon's stiff cock!
I'm doing it! she thought. I'm kissing his cock!
The curious part was that his prick didn't taste at all bad. There was a distinctly masculine flavor to his flesh, a raw meatiness mixed slightly with perspiration. Not unpleasant by any means. She parted her lips slightly, and her teeth brushed against his cock. He groaned. Her tongue came forth, and she flicked it once, then twice, onto Jon's prick, ready to draw back in panic if things didn't work out as she'd planned.
The tip of her tongue quivered and tingled as it sampled cock for the first time. She found herself licking his cock again, tongue sliding in short exploratory strokes over his stiff prick.
Her tongue drifted to the point-tipped knob. She eyed his cock curiously as she licked it, and her tongue followed back and forth on the rim, stroking it again and again. She knew that Frank's cock was exceptionally sensitive there. He used to moan delightedly when her fist lingered there as she caressed his aching prick, and she seemed to know instinctively that some carefully applied tongue work would get the same response from Jon.
"Oh, baby, baby!" he gasped, hands digging into her scalp. "You do that well!"
She lapped up and down his cock. It was amazing, she thought, how easy it was! Even a virgin could handle the job! And the more she licked, the more she discovered that she actually enjoyed the taste of Jon's cock on her tongue. It was like nothing else in her experience. God, she thought, I wish I'd done this with Frank a long time ago! She could have sucked his prick and still kept her purity.
"Put it in your mouth, Wendy," Jon invited. "C'mon, you said you wanted to suck it... "
Wendy gulped. She had been so into licking his cock that she'd almost forgotten that sucking was also part of the procedure. She slid her fingers up and down his prick, wondering if it would fit into her mouth in the first place. Close up, his cock looked enormous.
She nodded. She eased the tip of Jon's cock into her mouth. His cock lay heavy on her tongue, and she closed her lips warily, starting to suck his prick just as she had sucked lollipops when she was a child. Her lips moved in very short dips over the tip of his prick.
She took his cock in only a little way, adjusting her mouth to the feel of having his prick inside her. Her tongue moved under his cock, and a little more of his prick seemed to ease into her mouth.
He was petting her hair and breathing heavily, and Wendy knew that she was doing just fine.
His cock was thicker now, and her lips had to stretch to make room for it. She felt a straining, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She could live with it. She spread her lips and took some more of his cock inside her mouth.
"Can you do it a little faster?" he asked, obviously not aware that Wendy was engaged in her first cocksuck.
But she didn't mind. The more of his prick she had in her mouth, the more she enjoyed the business of sucking his prick. She began to move her head back and forth on him, gagging when he occasionally went too deep, but she soon got the knack and didn't let that happen very often. She thought: Jesus! I wish I had tried this a long time ago! It's so easy, and it tastes so good!
Her mouth was full of saliva now; she was drooling all over Jon's cock as it moved in and out. He was putting some ass behind his prick, giving her a thrust at unpredictable intervals that pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She felt for a horrible moment as if she were going to barf when he fucked too deep, but the feeling passed, and his cock pulled back for yet another run into Wendy's welcoming mouth.
"Listen," he gasped, "I've gotta get my hands on you, baby! The floor's soft. Why don't you stretch out and I'll eat you while you eat me? Mmmm, Wendy, are you sure you wouldn't rather ball? I could really get off on that smooth little cunt of yours... "
She released his cock. "No fucking."
But the idea of his tongue on her pussy sent shivers up and down her spine. He couldn't bust her cherry with his tongue. She'd still be a virgin. And maybe a very happy virgin!
Wendy lay down, tugging her skirt up.
"Let me on the bottom," Jon said. "You'll strangle on my cock if you try to suck it on your back. C'mon, straddle me, baby, sit on my face! Oh, yeah! Get that pussy down here where I can lick the little fucker! Do you shave, or is it naturally so hairless along the slit? Jesus, I love to lick cunt , but I hate hairs on my tongue! Mmmm, it tastes as good as it looks! Baby, your pussy is dripping wet! Oh, shit, and so goddamned tight!"
He was ravishing her cunt with his tongue. Wendy had been licked once. In a moment of weakness, in college, she had allowed a boyfriend to touch her, to kiss her. The touch of his tongue on her clit had sent spasms through her body and she'd pushed him away, aghast at her response. It had felt so good she knew it had to be sinful! Well, it felt just as good now, and she didn't give a fuck if it was sinful or not!
Wendy squashed her pussy down toward his tongue and gave him full access to her cunt . He opened her pussy and let his tongue slide back and forth through her virginal pussy, licking from her asshole to her clit.
Asshole? God, yes! He was actually wiggling his tongue around her tight pink asshole! And she was loving it!
"Yes!" she gasped, just about to slam her face down over his cock. "Don't stop! Do it all!"
And then she slid her lips onto his prick, and all of his cock just seemed to ooze into her mouth. She was kissing his zipper before she realized what was happening. The head of his cock was in her throat, but she wasn't gagging, not at all!
"Goddamn!" he whispered in awe, fingers still busy on Wendy's tight pink pussy slit. "Oh, Wendy, baby! That feels so goddamn gooood!"
Not half as good as it felt to Wendy! She was stuffed, orally, with his cock, but it was a totally satisfying feeling. With the head of his prick throbbing in her throat, she felt as if her life had now been totally fulfilled.
She moaned around his cock, and then she began to suck up and down, taking his cock all the way home again and again, her head moving faster and faster as the fever of sucking cock took hold of Wendy and turned her into something other than the prim virgin she still was.
Wendy lurched. Jon was trying to slip two fingers up her pussy while he sucked her hard, hot clit.
She squirmed, attempting to tell him no with her body, but unwilling to give up the oral grip she had on his fat hard cock.
"Jesus, you're tight!" he gasped. "If it wasn't for the way you suck dick, I'd swear you were pure cherry in the pussy department!"
She giggled, vibrating the shaft of his cock as it moved in and out of her hungry mouth. Jesus, she told herself, sucking cock was more fun than she had imagined anything could be!
Wendy was doing things to Jon's cock that she had never known were possible for a woman to do to a man's prick. She was doing things she had never considered herself capable of imagining.
She sucked his cock long, deep, wet, then she released his prick, so that her lips and tongue could suck her spittle off the outside of his cockshaft. She held his cock upright and she let her tongue glide around and around his purple cock-knob, rimming the edges, sliding through his deep, prominent piss-slit at the very top. She licked down the underside of his cockshaft, tracing the big swollen vein that ran up the whole bottom side of Jon's cock. She tongued the area just below the flaring part of his cockknob, and she felt his cock go wild in her grip as she worked her tongue back and forth.
And his mouth was going to town on her pussy. Her pussy was dripping juices into his mouth, and his tongue sloshed through her cunt furrow, licking up still more. He fingered her clit while he licked her pussy, and he sucked at her clit while his fingers toyed with her pussy gash, tickling her asshole, stroking the sensitive insides of her thighs.
Wendy knew she was going to have a big orgasm if he just kept up what he was doing to her.
He moved his head up, and his tongue dug at her asshole again. She didn't know if she preferred his tongue there, or his fingers.
Then Wendy's eyes opened wide. He was trying to stick his finger into her tight asshole! Oh, God, that was such a dirty idea! She shit out of that hole! But, she rationalized, it was clean enough right now. She'd bathed this morning.
Jesus! He was in her, just the tip of his finger, but holy shit, that was enough! She moaned, writhing atop him, and he worked his fingertip back and forth, dilating her asshole a little more with each jiggle. She could feel him sliding a little deeper, into an aperture that had never before been penetrated, but which was damned sure being finger fucked right now!
Her eyes rolled as he got inside her asshole to the knuckle. Tight, oh, Jesus, so tight! But it didn't hurt. The finger eased a little deeper, and Wendy knew that the hard part was over.
"Tight sweet asshole," Jon sighed. "Love it, I fucking love it... "
She fucking loved his cock, too, and she realized that she had short-changed him while she was basking in the glow of his cunt and ass attention. As he pulled her clit into his mouth for some hot, wet sucking, she stuffed her mouth full of his prick and showed him that this was a game two could play better than one.
Her mouth rocked up and down his stiff cock. She knew she could deep-throat him, but she didn't have to, now that she'd proven the point. What she wanted to do was get him off, just as he wished to do for her.
She worked her lips back and forth, sucking hard at his big cock-knob. She hoped she was doing it right. After all, it was her first time! But if he had any complaints, he was sure keeping them to himself. All he did was jab his cock at her mouth, as if he wanted it sucked harder and faster even than she was already doing, and he used his own mouth to pull hungrily at Wendy's clit, each caress of his lips making her clit swell up more eagerly.
God, she was gonna come, all over his face! Coming with a hot tongue on her clit, and coming with a finger in her ass!
As his wet, snaky tongue sloshed around her cunt , as his finger jabbed in and out of her asshole, as his lips kissed and nuzzled and sucked the hot fiery button of her clit, she had the distinct impression that masturbation would never again be quite enough for her!
And to repay him for the sweet joys he was giving her pussy, she doubled up her efforts on sucking and lapping on the end of his hard cock. His flesh trembled, as if it were about to burst. Frank had sometimes shot off in her hand. She knew how a cock was supposed to feel as it grew hotter and edged nearer to climax. She'd never guessed that an excited cock could taste as wild as did the one in her mouth.
She could taste, occasionally, little bubbles of what she knew was his cum-that sticky white stuff she'd watched squirt from Frank's prick. The stuff had a saline, pungent flavor. Tiny dribbles of cum escaped from Jon's cock every now and then, as if he were so full of the hot jism some of it just had to spill over the edge of the cup. She knew that when he exploded, for real, there was gonna be lots and lots of cum, all of it gushing into her mouth.
She'd always wondered if she could actually bear to drink a man's sperm from his squirting cock. Sometimes the very idea made her cringe. But she was going to find out, very soon, and she wasn't scared at all. Her lips clutched his cock-knob, sucked it, caressed it, her tongue washing over and over the surging tip of his rampant cock, and she drew furiously on his prick, anxious for the moment-and for Jon to come!
"Ohhhh!!!" she gasped suddenly as her pussy gave up the struggle and began to hump its ecstasy onto Jon's sucking face.
His finger plunged in and out of her tight asshole, and Wendy screamed each time he stabbed her, while her pussy juices sloshed his hungry mouth. Pings of joy radiated from her clit, spreading through her body, and she fucked his face with her hot, erupting pussy.
Her mouth was loose, still whimpering, around his hard cock as his cum began to gush. She felt the first shot or two sliding across her tongue. God, they were hot! Scalded her tongue! She gulped them, but by then her mouth was almost full of his squirting load, and she let it run back down over his cockshaft, her lips sliding down to recapture the spill-over and suck it back into her mouth. She loved the taste of his fresh hot load, and she wanted more of the stuff! She sucked hungrily at his cock, milking it dry, sucking even after his prick had begun to go limp in her mouth and its river of cum was all squirted out.
"More!" she whined, nipping his cock with her teeth, begging his cock to stiffen up again so she could do this marvelous act just one more time. One more time...
Her spasms subsided and she lay back, his sperm still oozing from her smiling mouth. She stroked his soft cock and she looked at him, sliding off his body.
"That was absolutely incredible," she said. "Easily the best I've ever had."
"Yeah?" He grinned. "Well, maybe we should do it again sometime. Do you come to this elevator often? Seriously, Wendy... "
They were rearranging their clothes now, conscious that it was time to get the elevator moving again.
"Seriously, Wendy, I think this entitles me to a date, doesn't it? Are you busy tomorrow night?"
"I think so," Wendy sighed, buttoning her shirt. "I'm supposed to be going on my honeymoon then."
She heard him gasp as she pushed the button to restart the elevator. She needed some time to think about it, and a drink wouldn't hurt at all, either. There was a lounge on the next block, where she and Frank sometimes stopped in for cocktails. Maybe a drink would help clear her mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'm really sorry," Wendy giggled, "but I wouldn't dream of fucking anybody whose name I didn't even know."
She tried to listen to her voice, to see if it sounded normal, but it was coming from very far away. God, she was drunk! And she had been picked up, too!
It was the last thing on her mind when she dropped in the White Orchid. All she wanted to do was sip a brandy and mull over the surprising turn events had taken on the eve of her wedding. Finding Frank with another woman. And, God, the wild crazy thing she had done in the elevator, with a perfect stranger! The sight in Frank's apartment must have temporarily driven her insane. That was the only excuse she could make for herself.
But it was happy hour when she stopped in, and the barmaid had brought her a matching pair of brandies. She'd gulped the first one, though it had not washed the taste of Jon's cum out of her mouth by any means. She drank the second more slowly, but meanwhile the barmaid brought over two more drinks-doubles, at that-compliments of a couple of guys who waved from across the room. She didn't know them, she was sure, but she had accepted their treat, and two minutes later they were squeezing into her booth and she was too curious to tell them to fuck off.
She hardly ever drank. And obviously she'd overindulged today, in the aftermath of her double shock. She felt giddy, and she felt loose, and she didn't feel at all like Wendy Rose Murphy. She felt exactly like a medium-sized blonde who was stretched on the bed in a reasonably expensive hotel room, dressed only in her virginal white undies while two guys, whose names she still didn't know, looked at her with itching hands and ogling eyes.
What the hell had happened to her clothes? When had she started to strip down?
"I'm Jim," said the taller man.
He was about thirty, balding at the very crown of his head, but good-looking, a tall, dark-haired guy with strong features. Frank was a tall, dark-haired guy with strong features, and Wendy thought he was gorgeous. But this wasn't Frank. It was Jim.
"And I'm Arnie," said his friend, shorter, brawny-looking, his tie unknotted and his shirt stretching tightly across over-wide shoulders. He had glasses, pushed up on his head, and a thick mustache. Frank didn't have a mustache. Wendy had never kissed a guy with upper-lip hair. She wondered if it tickled.
"Hi, guys," she said, feeling absolutely silly and whacked-out.
She stuck one leg up in the air, running her hand up and down it. Her garter stretched along her thigh and she stroked it too.
"Oh!" she said, looking down at her crotch.
Her panties had slipped a little and the pink crack of her pussy was on display.
"Oh, I'm so naughty," she said, giggling.
But she didn't pull the panties down to modesty level. She just looked at the guys, and her blue eyes dared them.
"We've been introduced," Arnie said, standing up. He began to unbutton his shirt. "I guess that means we can fuck now, right, baby?"
Wendy gasped. She rolled onto her side and stared at Arnie as he removed his shirt. If he'd been six-three, he'd have had a dynamite body. At five-six, he looked chest-heavy. His chest was hairy. She kinda liked that idea, too. She'd never had the chance to run her fingers through a full mat of chest hair. Frank's was sparse. Arnie looked like a bear. A short, cute bear. He took the glasses off and reached for his belt buckle.
"I guess three's no crowd," Jim added, taking off his shoes.
Arnie was already down to his shorts, and Wendy's breath caught in her throat when she saw the lump in his briefs. He had a big bulge of a cock in there, and it jumped out eagerly as he came to the bed while pulling down his shorts.
Wendy jumped back as his cock seemed to spring straight for her. It wasn't long, but Jesus, it was a fat one! And it was rock hard!
Arnie slid onto the bed, his hands eager to explore Wendy. She put up a little resistance, but her heart wasn't totally into it. His hands took hold of her tits and pushed her back for some kissing, and she sighed, opened her mouth, and put her arms around his hairy body. She let him have his way with her tits and her mouth, but she couldn't keep from squirming as he unhooked her bra clasp, pulling the cups free of her tits.
He kissed down to her hard brown nipples, rolling them in his lips, sucking them harder than they were already. His mustache tickled more noticeably on her tit than it had on her lip, and she started to giggle uncontrollably.
One of his hands was already reaching inside her panties.
"Oh, shit, baby, you're dripping wet!" he gasped, stroking her pink pussylips.
He didn't have to tell her! Wendy could feel it leaking from her cunt , especially when his fingers mauled her soft, delicate pussylips, opening them to dip inside for a coating of her cunt juice.
She took hold of his cock, she could hardly get her hand around the thing. It was absolutely incredible, the fatness of this cock! More like a tree trunk than a prick-or so it seemed to Wendy, though she had to admit she didn't know all that much about cocks, but she was learning fast, and she knew she was about to get another crash course.
Wish you were here, Frank, she thought smugly. Wish you could see me and be as destroyed as I was when I saw you.
Arnie kissed down her belly. She had to stretch to keep hold of his prick. She didn't want to let go of it. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them down, pulling them off her ankles. His hands crawled back up the insides of her thighs, stroking, sliding onto the now bare puff of her soft, wet pussy.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed, leaning back and allowing him to finger her cunt lips.
He spread the lips of her cunt gently, appreciating her tightness, and he leaned his face into her groin so he could sniff at the musky cunt flavors of Wendy's hot pussy.
"It's on fire," he murmured, running his tongue up and down her cunt groove, she whined at his touch, but she pushed her cunt toward him, eager for more of the same.
Something interesting was happening to her, above the waist. Hands were clutching her tits, hands that encircled her body and pressed possessively at her hard, high-uplifted tits. A wet mouth touched her neck, her ear, and she turned her head to see that Jim was behind her. She twisted far enough to kiss him, her mouth still wet with Arnie's saliva. Jim's lips glued to hers, and she thrust her tongue wickedly into his mouth, just the way Frank loved to have it come thrusting when they necked and kissed.
Meanwhile, Arnie was licking Wendy's cunt passionately, sipping the juices from her cunt even as they bubbled out of her pussy. His tongue dipped into her hole for more, and she fed him her pussy.
"Yes," she sighed, letting go of his cock.
She put her hand on his head, and she reached back with the other hand, finding Jim's prick equally hard, equally in need of some manual attention. She circled him with thumb and finger and slid the light-locking hold back and forth along his cockshaft. Mmmm, he had a really long one! Skinny, but capped with an overly fat head in proportion to the size, and the more she squeezed with her thumb and finger around that knobby head, the longer Jim's cock seemed to become.
I must be crazy, she told herself. This is an absolutely idiotic, slutty thing for me to be doing! I don't know these men. they could be axe murderers luring innocent young girls up to their hotel room for a fuck and a butchery session.
But, as Arnie's tongue worshipped in the grooved slot of her wet, hot pussy, she knew that they were just a couple of horny guys, guys with ripe hard cocks, eager to bury those cocks in a willing piece of female flesh.
"I-I don't usually do things like this," she said. "In fact, I'm engaged to be married."
"No," Jim corrected, "right now you're engaged in a threesome."
Wendy giggled. God, was she ever drunk! And maybe she wasn't even engaged to marry any longer.
Jim slid from behind her, and she leaned back. He rose to his knees beside her, his cock sticking up.
Jesus, was it ever a long one! She guessed eight inches. Combine his length with Arnie's thickness, she thought, and she'd have one hell of a prick on her hands!
She took hold of Jim's cock, caressing it, marveling at the rigid erection that stiffened his bone, and then she aimed it down to her lips. She lifted her head just far enough to allow a kiss, and the tip of his prick eased into her slightly parted lips. She nursed at the very fat tip of his cock, just the tip, but her lips were super tight and they drooled saliva lusciously as her mouth got acquainted with Jim's cock.
Arnie was licking the shit out of her pussy. She loved his tongue. She might marry his tongue tomorrow, instead of Frank. I, Wendy, take this tongue... she knew she was drunk now. She'd never felt this silly before.
Or this hot, this horny!
She opened her mouth and Jim's cock pumped inside, thrusting deeply. She opened up and let him stab, her oral wetness juicing his penetration, and she felt his cock slam into the upper end of her throat almost before she knew what was happening.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she heard him gasp as he fucked her mouth. She gulped and swallowed another inch of his throbbing cock.
Arnie had her thighs on his shoulders now. He was lifting her ass off the bed and thrusting his face into her pussy, licking every inch of her cunt . His tongue tickled her cunt lips, made her giggle around Jim's throat-fucking cock. Arnie stroked over the hot core of her clit region, and she knew her clit was up, big and hard and obvious, its glistening bud-like tip winking out of its hiding place. Arnie's fingers brushed against it, and she moaned on Jim's cock. Then Arnie raised up and started to suck on her clit, and she almost bit Jim's prick in two!
Arnie's finger poked at her cunt , though he wasn't trying to stab it inside her. He was teasing her now, his finger easing into her hole wickedly, suggestively, telling her that he had something even bigger that was just dying to get up her pussy.
She let go of Jim's cock, gasping for air, and she looked at Arnie.
"Let me suck that fat fucker of yours now, big stuff!" she moaned. "Bring it to me, big boy! Let me see if it tastes as good as it looks."
"Everyone says it does." Arnie grinned, letting her ass flop onto the bed.
He walked on his knees to Wendy's head, leaning in to her from the opposite side. She turned her face to him and she repeated the process she'd begun with Jim.
Her tongue licked at his cock flesh, licked all around the swollen fatness of Arnie's cock, and her hand clutched his balls. He groaned. She knew she was handling him roughly, but he was a big boy. He could take it. He'd have to, if he planned to fuck Wendy Murphy! She was calling all the shots now!
Her mouth opened and she gulped at his fat prick. Jesus, his cock was big! Her mouth seemed incapable of stretching far enough to do him justice. But she was determined to suck his cock, and she strained. Suddenly his cock was fully inserted in her mouth and she was sucking the entirety of his rigid prick.
"That really hits the spot!" he snapped. "Oh, suck it, baby!"
She moved her head up and down on his prick, eating it whole. The longer she sucked, the easier it became, but she had suspected that would be the case, thanks to her ice-breaker with Jon in the elevator. She sucked until the saliva dripped from her lips, and then she let him go and turned back to Jim, whose hard cock jiggled so invitingly close by.
She took hold of his long prick, skinned up and down the shaft with her hand, feeding it into her mouth as she stroked him. He strained and thrust in her mouth, and she ate all he could give her and begged with her tongue for more, still more! His cock was throbbing when she returned her attention to Arnie's fat cock.
If anyone had told her she would spend the evening before her wedding with two strange cocks in her mouth, one after the other, she'd have run screaming from the room in disbelief. She was a good girl, a virgin. She could never behave like that. But here she was, playing with one prick while she swallowed the other, switching them back and forth, and she only wished she had an extra mouth so she could suck them both together.
But if anyone had told her she'd catch her husband-to-be with his prick deep in another woman's pussy, she'd have thought that insane too. Still, it had happened, and the lust for revenge throbbed almost as eagerly in Wendy's veins as her newfound lust for cocks.
While she was eating Arnie, Jim moved down to her cunt . He licked at her saliva and cum wet cunt , adding his own spit to the froth that already coated her dripping pussylips, and his finger wormed into her pussyhole.
"Ohhh!" she moaned around Arnie's cock.
Jim seemed determined to jab his fingers up her pussy. No! she thought. She didn't want that! For God's sake, she was a virgin! Even if she sucked cock like a fifty-dollar whore.
"Suck it, baby!" Arnie moaned, stroking his mustache with one hand, petting her busy head with the other.
Wendy moved in hungry voluptuous swallows on his cock, sucking it hotly into her throat. His cock was thicker than ever, but she had no trouble taking him inside. Her wet lips moved like grease around his throbbing prick, and the taste of him, all male and meaty, filled her mouth with lust for more.
She had never known until this afternoon that drinking cum could please her so much, and now that she'd tasted the stuff once, she knew she wanted more of it. She cupped Arnie's balls, bouncing them, urging them to squirt her full!
"Come up here and kiss me, baby," Arnie gasped. "Take my mind off coming. I want this to last a long time!"
She sat up, and his mouth met hers. The rubbing of his mustache against her lips felt fantastic. She nuzzled the black hairs, even licked them, delighted and thrilled to find that Arnie's mustache was absolutely saturated with the hot, excited drippings of her pussy.
Licking his mustache was the closest she could get to licking her own cunt , and she found it a sinful, wickedly exciting substitute. His hands were all over her tits, and she pushed her tits into his hands, her nipples anxious for his caresses.
Jim was still slurping her cunt , adding to the wetness that Arnie's tongue had coaxed out of Wendy's cunt hole. She moaned into Arnie's mouth, and she couldn't keep from coming. It was just a little one, but it felt so sweet! His tongue flogged her clit, and she jerked in response, not quite able to turn off her come-reflex.
"Again!" she gasped. "Again!"
She couldn't wait to get back to Arnie's prick. Her mouth left his, kissed down his chest, burrowing through the thick hair that decorated his body. She -rimmed his navel with her tongue, and he moaned in appreciation. She kissed down farther, into his equally thick bush of pubic hair. She pulled on the hairs with her hot lips, trapping his cock between her chin and neck, flexing herself against his stiff prick. Her mouth moved to the tip of his cock, sucking wetly, warmly. He thrust into her, and she swallowed his cock again and again, her pussy still quivering spasmodically as Jim kept up his hungry sucking on her pussy.
Her mouth slid up and down the outside of Arnie's cockshaft. She feasted on his cock. She stroked it with her fingertips, squeezing passionately at the cum-bloated knob, while she nursed on his dangling balls. She knew men were delicate in the balls, but she sensed that Arnie was macho-tough and could take anything she could dish out. The moans he made told her that he loved what she was doing. She kept on chewing on his balls.
Her tongue was coated with loose hairs. She had to stop and peel them away.
"Oh, baby," Arnie sighed. "I want to fuck your pink pussy now! I've gotta have it!"
"Me too," Jim said, raising his face from Wendy's crotch. "Think you can take us both in this tight hot hole at the same time?"
"God!" Wendy gasped. "I could never-oh, Jesus, I can't let you fuck me-not in the pussy-I mean, I'm a virgin! It wouldn't be right!"
"What the fuck did you say?" Arnie blurted in disbelief.
"You gotta do something for us!" Jim groaned, wiggling his stiff, lustful cock at Wendy. "Look at the size of this thing! It's gonna bust if it doesn't get off! Jesus, you can't be a virgin! Virgins don't put out the way you do."
Wendy blushed. "I-I don't usually act like this. I'm drunk, too drunk to know what I'm doing."
But the memory of the orgasm Jim had licked from her still tingled inside her pussy, and she knew that the guys weren't the only ones about to burst.
Jim straddled her body, laying his cock between her tits. He squeezed her tits together around his hot cock, thrusting back and forth, the end of his prick pushing closer and closer to Wendy's face. She stuck out her tongue, licked responsively at his prick. He let go of her tits and pushed forward, his cock oozing into her mouth. Cum dripped from his slit. It coated her tongue, and she tongue-bathed his cock, coaxing more dribbles of the stuff from Jim. She knew she was much too hot to stop.
Sucking at Jim's cock-tip, she closed her eyes and remembered the moment in the elevator, when Jon had stabbed his finger into her tight asshole. The way he'd fucked in and out, bringing Wendy to an orgasm hotter than anything she'd ever experienced with her fingers alone. Getting ass-fucked wouldn't technically interfere with her virginity, would it?
But could she take either of these cocks in her asshole? Jim's was so long, Arnie's so thick. They'd rip her apart.
Arnie was between her legs again, rubbing his mustache over her pussy.
"Sweet virgin cunt ," he mumbled as he nuzzled her pussy. "Never been fucked, has it? Lemme see."
Wendy moaned, her mouth full of Jim's cock, as Arnie slipped his finger into her splayed cunt -crack.
"Jesus!" he said, pushing as deeply as he could go. "She fucking is a virgin! I can feel her goddamn cherry!"
"I told you," Wendy insisted, releasing Jim's cock from her mouth but continuing to caress it up and down with her puckered lips and her frisky tongue. "Oh, God, I need it too, though! Maybe one of you guys could fuck me in the ass?"
"Me!" Jim gasped. "I'll do it!"
"Fuck you will!" Arnie countered. "I'm gonna do it!"
Wendy giggled. "I thought we were having a threesome."
Twenty-five seconds later, she was on her knees, ass sticking up in the air, thinking that this was the craziest thing she'd done yet. Absolutely fucking insane!
Jim was behind her, his hands hot and anxious on her ass. He stroked her asscheeks, spread them, let his fingers play across her tight pink pucker. She moaned, loving his touch, but fearing the moment when he'd try the actual insertion. She still didn't know if she could do it.
Arnie was stretched out beneath Wendy, and she was using her mouth eagerly on his cock and balls. There was no way she could have taken that thick fat cock up her shithole. Even Jim's skinnier cock was going to be pure hell, fucking a hole that had never been penetrated by anything except Jon's finger, back in the elevator. But it was the only way, and she had to get off, as much as they did.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ooohhh!" she gasped hoarsely as Jim spread her asshole wide.
He had a thumb on either side, pulling hard, and she swore she could feel air whooshing into her shitter as it opened. But opening was one thing. Taking his cock in it was going to be something else. She filled her mouth with Arnie's cock and wiggled her ass at Jim, inviting him to try, all the same.
His cock was long and hard, sliding through Wendy's cunt bush, along the crease of her slit, while he toyed with her ass. She was oozing pussy juice all over the length of his prick, and the frictioning touch against her wet pussy was a constant reminder to Wendy of the big, crazy step she was about to take.
"Ooohh, I shouldn't be doing this!" She giggled. "It's too nasty. But I'm in the mood to be nasty. After all, I'm getting married tomorrow! At least, I'm supposed to be. But I may change my mind."
"You mean we're double-cocking an honest-to-God blushing bride?" Arnie asked, running his fingers through Wendy's blonde hair as she lapped his stiff prick.
Wendy smiled around his cock, and she managed at least the pretense of a blush.
"Oh, yes, like that," she whispered as Jim's finger poked at the tightness of her asshole.
She remembered how it had felt when Jon had finger-fucked her ass for the very first time, in the elevator, a couple of hours ago. His finger had felt as big as a tree trunk, entering her taut, resistant hole. But once he'd gotten inside, no problem! And Jim's finger seemed to find her hole a little less tense, a little less nervous.
"Stick it in," she added, wiggling her ass at him. "Stick it inside!"
"Is this what you're talking about?" Jim winked, and he jabbed his thumb straight up her asshole. She groaned around Arnie's prick as she was cornholed, and she could feel the blood draining out of her face for what seemed a very long moment, but then her heart found the beat it had skipped and the thumb began to work in and out of her ass, and she knew it would all be okay.
"Now try it with that long skinny cock of yours," she panted, ramming her ass back and forth on his thrusting thumb.
His thumb stabbed into her asshole, and she made her anal sheath slide around it. It felt so good to Wendy, and she knew it had to feel just as good to him. Now she really wished Frank could be here now, to see her in action. But he was probably sticking it up Cheryl's pussy again.
Jim took his thumb out of her ass. She looked back over her shoulder, her fist jerking anxiously on Arnie's prick. Her mouth was hungry for the taste of that fat cock, but she was about to take it up the ass for the very first time and she didn't want to miss any of it.
"We didn't get you a wedding present," Jim grinned, "so this will have to substitute for it."
He rubbed her pussylips with his cocktip, making Wendy shiver and purr and moan in excitement. He slipped the end of his cock-knob between her tight cunt lips, and for a delirious moment she was certain he had decided to hell with her scruples and was gonna stick his cock straight up her cunt . Her feelings about that were extremely ambiguous. At least half of Wendy wouldn't have cared a shit if he had done it.
"Mmmm, get it all wet in your juices," he sighed, rubbing the tip of his cock through her pussy furrow.
Wendy could feel the hot ooze of funky cunt cream from her pussy, she could hear the sloppy squish of his prick, puddling in them.
And then his cock slid the length of her cunt , tickling her crease, and across her narrow perineum, to the tender little hollow where her pink, thumb-stretched asshole lay waiting.
"There it is," Jim gasped. "Like a little pink mouth about to stuff itself on Easter candy."
The imagery thrilled Wendy.
"Stuff it, then," she invited. "Stick your big cock in that little pink mouth and fuck it full! Bet you've got something better than candy!"
"Have I ever!" he agreed with a laugh, pushing his cock against the tiny aperture of Wendy's asshole.
She moaned at the touch of his prick. It was sticky from the cunt -juices it had sopped up while rubbing against her dripping cunt , and his thumb had already begun the job of stretching out her asshole. Her ass muscles seemed slack. His prick nudged them, and they jiggled slightly, and she felt the end of his cock slide into the opening of her shit tunnel.
"God!" she gasped. "I can feel it going into me!"
"Feel this," he suggested, and he thrust.
His cock slammed into Wendy's asshole.
Her ass was loose as far as his thumb had entered her, and his cock was a hell of a lot longer than his thumb. His prick stabbed deep into unopened depths of her shitter, building a road as it rammed, and she thought her guts were doing a flip-flop inside her body.
Wendy threw her head back and wailed, but Jim didn't let up. He fucked deeper, and there was no stopping the onrush of his long skinny prick. She felt her shitter yield, accepting the length of his cock. Then he was inside her, God, he was all inside her!
She looked at Arnie. "He's fucking my ass! He's fucking my goddamn asshole!"
It felt a little uncomfortable, but that was fading fast, and she was starting to get off on the idea of that broomstick cock jammed up her shitchute. His cock moved inside her, sliding up and down within her ass-tube, and she could feel hot juice leaking from her cunt .
Jim, now safely wedged in her asshole, reached under Wendy and began to caress the wet, sticky lips of her cunt . His fingers found her clit and squeezed it erotically. Wendy writhed against him, her body on fire.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck my virgin ass!"
He broke into a slammer-jammer rhythm, his cock fucking into Wendy's ass in double-time. He was as hot for it as she, and the ramming of his cock proved that. So did the agitated fondling of his hands on her wet ripe pussy. He spread her cunt lips lustfully, fingering the outer chamber of her pussy, teasing her hole with the withheld promise of a rammed-home finger, returning again and again to her hard swollen clit, whose slippery surface was alive with excitement.
She dipped her head down and began to suck Arnie's prick, this time holding nothing back. Jim's ass-fucking cock was making her wild.
Up and down Arnie's fat cock slid her wet, dripping mouth. She tongued him, she sucked him, she inhaled his cock. He gasped and moaned as her mouth went into overtime on his prick. She wanted the taste of his cum gushing into her mouth, and, by God, she wanted it now!
Arnie wanted to fill her mouth, just as much as she wanted to drink the white cock-milk from his prick, but it was Jim who squirted first.
His fingers stiffened on her clit, pummeling Wendy's pussy into a sudden rush of blind orgasmic pleasure, and his cock slammed up her piss hole, pumping feverishly.
"Oh, Christ, I'm commmmminnnnggg!"
But she could feel it, even without hearing the words, feel the swelling of his skinny cock deep inside her ass, feel the spastic jerking as it began to blast its hot load straight into her ass. She wailed around Arnie's mouth-fucking prick, howling out the ecstasy of her body and her mind.
Jim pulled out of her ass, his cock dripping jism down the insides of her thighs. His sperm was already starting to ooze out of her fucked asshole.
"Oh, baby, your ass is so sweet and hot and tight... " Jim sank back on the bed, his prick twitching as it began to go soft.
Wendy was still slurping Arnie's cock. She looked up at his face, saw the mustache curl upward as he grinned.
"I think I want some of that sweet hot tight ass, too!" Arnie exclaimed.
Why not? she asked herself. She raised her face from his stiff fat prick, and she scooted around on the bed. She pushed her ass toward Arnie, while he held her legs up, and she reached down to line up his cock with her asshole.
She would never have imagined he could have gone inside her so easily, but obviously her ass was still dilated from the reaming out that Jim had given it. She pushed Arnie's cock-tip against her cum-smeared shithole and he went into her, as easy as a knife slides through soft butter.
She gasped at the size of his cock, stretching her asshole a little more than it was primed for, but she took him without a quiver-except for the spasms of delight that vibrated through her entire body as she felt the penetration of his big, fat prick!
He held her legs upright, slamming his prick into her as deeply as he could shove it. Not as long as Jim's, his cock didn't go as deep, but her shitter was wide open for ass-fucking, and she took him greedily, eating every inch of his ramming prick again and again. She couldn't spread her legs as wide apart in the position from which she'd fucked Jim, so the tightness was accentuated a hell of a lot, and the friction began to drive Wendy insane.
"Oh, you ass fucker!" she purred, rocking against him. "You've both raped my virgin asshole! God, I love it! Fuck me harder! I won't break, you son of a bitch! Fuck me hard and make me come! Make me come out my asshole!"
As she fucked at him, she had both hands on her pussy, spreading her pink pussylips widely, her big swollen clit sticking up. Her fingers caressed it hotly, slid through her cunt chamber, massaging the wet reddish flesh between her tight, snug pussylips.
"Look at my pussy! It's so pretty, and so pink! No one's ever been inside my pussy, but you've got that big cock up my hot sticky asshole, and I know you're gonna make me come! Am I gonna make you come with my hot ass?"
"You know it, baby!" Arnie moaned, working his hips to make his cock ram her ass from different angles.
Oooohh, it was such a fucking tight fit, too! She really loved that!
She was lying on her back, legs upright, surrendering her hot asshole again and again to the stabs of Arnie's cock.
Jim sat watching. He was breathing heavily, and he was fisting his cock, trying to make it hard again.
"Bring it here," Wendy whispered, licking her lips, and she giggled as he slid his limp cock back and forth across her mouth. It tasted of shit, of cum, of God knew what else! But she didn't care. She opened her lips and let him slide his cock onto her wet frisky tongue, and she nursed hungrily on his smeared, scented cockflesh, sucking it like a lollipop-a warm, meaty lollipop!
"Oh, shit, what an asshole!" Arnie screamed, reaming her time after time with his cock.
He didn't fill her ass as deeply as Jim had, but he was stretching it vigorously. That, and the rubbing of fingers on her clit, the taste of Jim's shit-cum cock, and the knowledge that she was behaving in a most unvirgin-like manner, was driving Wendy wild.
"Don't come in my ass!" she suddenly gasped at Arnie, knowing that she was only a few heartbeats away from orgasm. "Take it out of my asshole and stick it in my mouth!"
God, had she really said that? Of course, she was drunk!
Arnie's cock jerked out of her asshole, and here he came, grabbing her head, pulling it toward the tip of his stiff, cum-oozing prick, and she leaned forward to meet him. Her lips opened and she sucked him inside without a qualm. Her mouth hollowed around his cock, her cheeks sucked in, and she vacuumed his cock ecstatically while she frigged in abandon at her twitching pussy.
The fires of orgasm went off inside Wendy, but she didn't miss a suck on Arnie's prick. Her mouth moved back and forth over its head, frictioning him wildly, and, as her fingers pinched yet another climax out of her overworked clitoris, Arnie's cock fired a blasting load of semen into Wendy's hot hungry mouth.
She moaned at the force of his ejaculation, and she didn't even try to swallow the whole load. She drank at his fountain, and she let the surplus jizz run out of her mouth, back down the shaft of his still-squirting cock, her lips sliding up and down his cock, following the runoff, sucking it back into her mouth.
Even when he had finished, when his cock went soft, totally drained by its hard workout, she kept on sucking, driven by the unquenchable fires and needs of her newly aroused virgin body.
CHAPTER SIX
"You're thinking about doing what?" Leanne asked. "Are you crazy? Are you on drugs? Oh, God, you're drunk! And you smell like the inside of a used rubber! My God, Wendy, what have you been doing? Oh, shit, you got pissed off at Frank, and you went out and fucked some guy, didn't you? Jesus, Wendy, Jesus! I don't believe it! Not you... you should have come to me, honey. Oh, we've gotta get you cleaned up. You're a mess. Try and tell me what happened, coherently please! C'mon, to the bathroom, girl!"
Wendy let herself be led. She was doing a lot of that today. That guy who had seduced her in the elevator. Those two guys who had gotten her drunk, lured her to a hotel room, and fucked her mouth and asshole. Now her best friend Leanne, dragging her to the showers. She was just a toy in the winds of fate.
She should have gone to Leanne first, of course, but Leanne was at work when it had all happened, and after that, things just started building up too fast. Assuming the wedding took place tomorrow, Leanne would be her bridesmaid. She was the closest friend Wendy had made here in town, next to Frank, though she didn't consider him friendly any more. And she did need to talk to someone.
She still hadn't made up her mind whether to go ahead with the wedding or just to tell Frank to get fucked-again. Maybe after she got her body cleaned up and her mind a little straighter, Leanne could help her make sense of things. It was times like this she really missed having a mother or a big sister on whose shoulder she could cry. Leanne would help, though. She was always so nice.
Wendy stripped down in the bathroom. She had a big run in one stocking, probably caused by the frantic stroking of her thighs that Arnie had given during his session in her asshole. His hands had been hot and horny, rubbing up and down her legs. She looked at her ruined stocking.
Wendy took off her white bra, dropped it to the floor. She had had a couple more drinks with the guys, while waiting for the taxi, and she was still giddy. She cupped her tits. They had been sucked and fondled, a lot, and they ached. Her hands felt so good holding them. She squeezed down, closing her eyes, relishing the feel of her hot hard nipples in her palms. Too bad Leanne wasn't a guy. She could really use a little more of what she'd already gotten so much of.
Leanne had the shower running at full spray.
Wendy finished peeling, allowed herself to be led to the shower stall. She stepped inside and the water hit her. It was ice cold. Shockwaves blasted through her body.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" she gasped, trying to back away from it.
"No, this will sober you up," Leanne insisted, pushing Wendy back under the spray.
Wendy struggled, but Leanne held on. One of her hands came to rest on Wendy's left tit. Her fingers molded over the soft round curve, lightly clasping the hard brown nipple, and Wendy let out a sigh.
Leanne was a lot stronger than her slim delicate appearance would have indicated.
The more Wendy struggled, the tighter became the grip and hold of her hands on Wendy's tit, on the small of her back. She forced Wendy under the ice-cold water spray, and the blonde's head began to clear, the chilly shower starting to wash away the alcohol haze.
"Okay, okay!" Wendy gasped. "You can leggo now!"
Wendy adjusted the water to hot. That felt a lot better.
"Damn it, now I'm all wet too!" Leanne exclaimed.
Wendy turned just as Leanne pulled her sweater up and off. Under it, she was bare to the waist. Her tits jiggled gently as she wrung her sweater over the sink. Her pink nipples were puckered and erect.
God, Wendy thought, but she is really pretty! She'd never seen Leanne naked before. Picking up the soap, she eyed her friend, curiously examining the partially displayed body.
Leanne had long black hair. It was pinned up now, a few damp tendrils hanging down the sides of her face. Her skin was pale and ivory-textured. She wore only a pair of striped running shorts, slit up the sides to show off a lot of leg. Her legs were very long in proportion to her height, and they were slender and shapely, too.
Leanne turned and looked back at Wendy. "What's with you? You look like you never saw another woman."
Leanne put down her sweater and came to the shower.
"You're not washing," she said. "I think you're still a little too drunk to handle this. Well... "
Leanne peeled down her shorts and panties, stepped out of them, and came into the shower with Wendy.
"Hand me the soap, Wen."
Leanne sudsed her hands lavishly and rubbed the foam onto Wendy's face.
"God," Leanne said, "I can't believe you really did all the things you told me you did. Just because you caught Frank with another woman."
"Well, what would you have done?" Wendy asked.
"You mean if I caught you with another woman?" Leanne said softly.
Wendy's eyes went big in surprise.
As Leanne spoke, she reached out and took hold of Wendy's tits, rubbing her soapy hands all over the brown-nippled mounds. Her palms ground down upon the nipples and her fingers dug possessively at the tingling flesh. She leaned in close and she started to kiss the soapsuds off Wendy's mouth.
"What are you doing?" Wendy asked, astonished.
"Oh, God," Leanne gasped, "I've wanted to do this for such a long time! But you're so straight and innocent, and I knew you'd never understand. I was afraid I'd shock you and scare you and that you'd hate me. Oh, Wendy!"
Leanne pressed her mouth hard against Wendy's lips, her tongue pushing at Wendy's mouth, sliding inside. She backed Wendy up against the far wall of the shower, and she slid her hot body against Wendy's as the hot water coursed over them.
"Are you queer?" Wendy asked, their mouths separating for a moment.
Leanne's hard-nippled tits pressured against Wendy's body, stroking her all over. Wendy couldn't resist the urge to reach down and touch them.
"Sort of," Leanne confessed, moving her thigh between Wendy's legs. "Does that feel good?"
Leanne rubbed her thigh in and out. Wendy nodded, big-eyed. It felt incredibly good!
"I do it with guys, but I'd rather do it with another woman," Leanne went on, licking Wendy's neck. "And, oh, I've wanted to do it with you, but I didn't think you'd ever let me, and it would just ruin our being friends, you know? Are you pissed off? Are you mad at me?"
"I don't think so," Wendy whispered.
She leaned forward and kissed Leanne on the mouth, taking the initiative. A woman's mouth felt and tasted so much different from a man's. She couldn't resist a second kiss.
"I think I like this," she confessed to Leanne. "It makes me feel crazy and sexy, having you touch me."
"Then let's get out of this fucking shower and do some serious pussy stuff!" Leanne giggled, taking Wendy's hand.
The two girls toweled each other off, and Leanne's hands were absolutely inspirational as they rubbed the terrycloth over Wendy's body. Wendy was glowing from the friction and from her own rekindled desires. She wasn't sure what she and Leanne might do together-lesbian sex was an idea that had never even crossed her mind in her innocent past, but something told Wendy that she was going to enjoy it a hell of a lot.
Leanne took her into the bedroom, then lay down on the bed, her arms open in invitation.
Wendy looked down at her friend, naked, eager, excited, and she felt the throb of response inside herself. She eased onto the bed and rolled into Leanne's arms. The kissing they'd done in the shower was nothing compared to what happened now.
"Your nipples-so brown, so beautiful," Leanne sighed, her fingers stroking back and forth across them. "The first time I saw your tits, I knew I wanted to suck them, and now I shall!"
Wendy lay back and purred in delight as Leanne nursed on her hard-nippled tits.
"Yes, yes," she husked, "don't stop!"
"Suck mine," Leanne invited, sitting up and offering her tits to Wendy.
Wendy didn't hesitate. She scooped Leanne's small, hard tits into her hot little hands and she squeezed them together, the nipples pointed straight at her face. She pressed her lips to one nipple, sucking till it was wet with her spit, and then she switched to the other, giving it the same treatment. She used the same combination of hp and tongue action that she'd found instinctively were perfect for sucking cock, and it seemed to be working just fine on Leanne, though her little pink nipples were nowhere near as large as the cocks that had been in and out of Wendy's mouth since this afternoon.
Licking her lips, Wendy raised her face from Leanne's titties. "What else do women do together? I think you said something about pussies. Do we lick each other there?"
"You nasty slut!" Leanne grinned. "I'll bet you're not as naive as you like to pretend. Mmmm, spread your legs, Wen, and I'll show you some of what women do as far as pussies are concerned. Oh, God, I love the way your cunt looks! I hate hair on my tongue, and your slit is so smooth and clean and absolutely darling!"
Leanne's finger traced the narrow, tight mouth of Wendy's cunt , teasing the soft moist lips open as it stroked.
Wendy stuck her leg up in the air, and Leanne rested her face against it, her hand sliding up and down the offered flesh. Wendy could feel her pussy heating up, getting sticky-moist with arousal. She was about to learn something new and, she was sure, exciting too.
Turning her face, Leanne began to kiss her way down the inside of Wendy's leg.
"Oh, hurry!" Wendy chanted. "I don't think I can wait!"
But Leanne took her time and, by the time her mouth had reached Wendy's crotch, Wendy was in a frenzy of cunt al excitement. She humped her cunt up at the face that was just coming into range, and she oozed her funky juices onto Leanne's skin.
"Eat me!" Wendy gasped. "Eat me!"
Wendy thought she knew all about being eaten. Three different mouths had attacked her pussy today. Leanne's was the fourth, and her mouth was unlike any of the others. There was an intensity to the way she assaulted her clit and cunt lips that made Wendy feel as if her cunt had been hot-wired.
Leanne spread Wendy's pussy wide, then she dipped her tongue into the exposed pink gash, lapping, tickling, arousing every inch of Wendy's cunt that wasn't already turned on to fever pitch. Her fingertips teased Wendy's hot pink clit out of its concealment, and she worshipped it with her lips as soon as it had erected far enough to suck.
"God, you have a sweet clit," she sighed, "but somehow I always knew you would! Your type makes me sooo hot!"
Her lips covered the nubbin again, and she sucked at it until Wendy's pussy gave a quivery twitch and cunt goo oozed from the blonde's tight virgin cunt hole.
"Yes," Leanne said, "feed me, baby!"
She bent down to suck at the cunt juice, her tongue stealing inside Wendy's cunt to suck out a little more of the stuff, just a little more!
Wendy moaned and writhed and pumped her pussy at Leanne, and she felt her juices continue to flow.
"I may come in your mouth!" Wendy sighed. "Oh, I may do just that!"
"Who's stopping you?" Leanne smirked, rolling her face in the widespread wetness of Wendy's pussy.
She lapped Wendy's clit hard, flogging it with her tongue. Already it was swollen enormously, or so it felt to Wendy, who cupped and squeezed her titties, sometimes reaching down to pet Leanne's dark hair. The pins in her hair had long since fallen loose, and the mass of black hair lay in a veil-like curtain around Leanne's head. Wendy had never guessed that hair tickling her tummy could feel so goddamned exciting!
"Now!" Wendy squealed. "Oh, Jesus! Eat me-now!"
Leanne did just that, swirling her tongue in and out of Wendy's hotter-than-hot pussy. She was fucking into the pussy-mouth itself, making the muscles snap in frenzied response, and she was sliding her tongue onto Wendy's clit, hitting it from beneath and sloshing wetly over the shivering tip of the aroused organ.
Wendy jerked, and she found her own mouth hungering for the taste of Leanne's pussy. Anything that felt this good to receive had to be equally fantastic to give!
Her thighs clutched at Leanne's head, pulling her friend deeper into her turned-on pussy. She was pulling Leanne's long hair, her fingers sliding through the dark silky tresses. Even Wendy's fingers seemed to be full of orgasmic potential. The touch of Leanne's hair was making them tingle almost as much as her clit was doing under the relentless attack of Leanne's skilled, obviously experienced tongue. Her cunt was awash in hot juices, some of it oozing from her hole, some of it dripping from Leanne's warmly salivating mouth.
Leanne's face plunged into that swamp of sexual wetness, and Wendy's pussy edged closer and closer to explosion.
"You slut!" Wendy moaned. "You said you always wanted to do this to me-all those dirty fantasies of yours, and I was in them? And now you're doing it-oh God! And you're gonna make me come, you slut, gonna make me commmmmmmmmme!"
Wendy's body seemed to explode. She screamed, clutched at her aching tits, clawing them as she rocked about on the bed in the grip of the orgasm that Leanne's tongue and lips had created in her pussy.
"Do it, Wendy!" Leanne gasped into the pussy that her mouth was ravishing. "Oh, God, your cum tastes so sweet and hot on my tongue-let me slip inside you, I wanna drink it right out of your yummy cunt!"
Her tongue invaded, found the juices it craved, and Wendy rocked into her third or fourth eruption. Now that her body had started to climax, it didn't want to stop. Not ever!
Wendy was rocking down from her magical high as Leanne crawled up her body, eager hands exploring all of Wendy on the way up. Leanne lay atop her friend, rubbing tits, rubbing pussies, legs twining and caressing, and she pressed her cunt -sloppy mouth against Wendy's for a hot kiss that let Wendy taste just how delicious her eruption had been.
Oh, God, she'd tasted her own juices on another mouth already today, but there was something almost religious in the kiss she shared with Leanne. She took Leanne's face between her hands and kissed it madly, unwilling to stop. Her tongue lapped at Leanne's flesh, licking away the spillage of funky cunt -juice that coated it, and she kept on licking as if the act would produce more of the stuff on Leanne's face.
"I wanna do it to you!" Wendy gasped. "I wanna eat your pussy too!"
"I'd never forgive you if you didn't," Leanne moaned in reply. "Oh, Jesus, Wendy! I used to fantasize about you all the time, when we first met, and how great it would be if you were into girl-fucking! Don't know how many times I whipped my clit pretending it was your tongue on me! But you were always so straight and innocent, and I never thought it would happen, ever! Oh, yes, baby, come down into my cunt and eat me raw! Chew my pussy up and swallow it! I'm all yours!"
Wendy had already kissed and licked most of Leanne, above the waist. She started back down that familiar route, spending what seemed an eternity on Leanne's perky, pink-nippled tits, but once her mouth found those pink hard points, she couldn't force her lips away from them. She kissed them, licked them, sucked them, did everything but drink milk from their straining tips.
She kissed her way into Leanne's armpits and lapped at the sweaty hollows, tongue scraping across the stubble of fresh-shaven hairs. She licked Leanne's belly and she -rimmed her friend's belly button until the dark-haired lesbian was almost screaming with excitement.
Her hands crossed Leanne's firm ass, and she found her mouth drawn there. She remembered how excited she had been when Jon had tongued her asshole, and Wendy knew that Leanne would find the act just as thrilling.
She rolled Leanne over, onto her belly, and she started to bite her friend's trembling asscheeks-not hard, but firmly enough to show she was dead serious and ready for anything.
"Yes, yes, I love it," Leanne assured her, sticking her ass up so Wendy could get at it that much easier. "Do everything to me!"
Wendy changed her approach from biting to kissing, her tongue busy on Leanne's eagerly uplifted ass. She spread Leanne's asscheeks.
Suddenly she shoved one finger inside Leanne's asshole, then Wendy slipped her ring finger in too. Her ring finger. Oh, God, that was the finger Frank was supposed to decorate tomorrow at noon! Was she going to go through with it? She'd come over here with the express purpose of getting Leanne's advice, but what was she doing instead? Feeding Leanne her pussy and jabbing her fingers up Leanne's asshole!
The tightness of Leanne's asshole felt marvelous around her jammed-in fingers, but she could move them, briskly, and move them she did, plunging her bunched fingers in and out of Leanne's snug shitchute. The smell of fresh-fucked asshole filled her nostrils. She found it to be an aphrodisiac beyond description, and she moved her tongue downward, onto the bulge of Leanne's pussy, framed between her widespread thighs.
"Yes, that's it! Oh God, Wendy! You're a natural!" Leanne moaned, lifting her ass even higher.
Wendy kept on fingering it, and she pressed her lips to the crack of Leanne's pussy slit, kissing a pussy for the first time in her life. She knew it would not be the last, as soon as the hot taste of Leanne's cunt caressed the tip of her tongue.
Leanne's pussy was furry, but trimmed on the edges, with little stubble showing where she had shaved away the outer fringes of what must have been a naturally thick bush. The hairs were scissored down short, too, but Wendy thought it would have been more inviting if it were shaved bare.
Leanne's inner cunt lips protruded, as if they were sticking out to be licked. She pulled them with her lips, loving them, and then she spread them with her tongue so she could taste the free flowing juices inside.
She brought her free hand up, used it to prop Leanne's pussy open, and she worked her tongue up and down the exposed groove. Leanne's clit was tiny, a perfect pearl of arousal all the same, and Wendy looked at it in awe, staring, drooling, licking her lips, before she could even bear to touch it with her tongue. It's so beautiful, she thought, and she knew as soon as she lapped it that it was vibrant with Leanne's aroused lust.
"Ohhhhhh!" Leanne gasped, rocking as Wendy fucked her ass and sucked at her clit. "I think I love you! I really do!"
She worked her body energetically, inspiring Wendy all the more.
Even more than the sex Wendy had had with men today, there was a sense of crossing a long bridge when she began to make love to Leanne. Like, she had always assumed that some day she would do those things, or at least some of them, with a man, but she had never dreamed she might one day be sucking the stuffings out of a hot pussy. But here she was, and it was incredible.
But she couldn't help remembering the way those cocks had felt, fucking her ass and her mouth. She remembered the excitement as sticky white cum splattered her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, how her pussy had exploded in eruptions of delight as she got the men off, and she knew she could never limit herself to an either/or. It had to be both/and.
Leanne got her hand between Wendy's legs, filled it with hot wet pussy. Wendy's cunt lips were still raw from the eating they had taken, and she had thought her clit had been numbed from its hot orgasmic release, but the moment Leanne's fingers opened her cunt and began to tickle around, vibrant life started to hum and whirr through Wendy's cunt . Gasping, Wendy started to fuck her fingers faster in and out of Leanne's hot asshole, while her mouth gobbled furiously at Leanne's clit and cunt hole.
It was a toss-up which of them came first. Wendy honestly didn't think she had another one left in her, but it hit like magic, and she squealed joyously, just as Leanne's cunt burst aflame against Wendy's sucking mouth.
Leanne's asshole clenched, sucked Wendy's four fingers to incredible depths, and a river of cunt juice drained from Leanne's pussy hole into Wendy's open, moaning mouth.
They collapsed into a drained and delighted heap.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I'm coming, damn it!" Cheryl said, slipping into a kimono.
She tied it around her and paddled to the door in her floppy slippers. She opened the door, and, for a moment, she could hardly believe that it was Frank's little fiancee Wendy standing there, with another girl Cheryl recognized but couldn't place.
"Oh, hi," she said, taken aback, wondering what the hell Wendy Murphy was doing over here, for Chrissakes!
Wendy didn't wait to be invited in. She stomped past Cheryl, followed by her friend.
"Come on in, I guess," Cheryl said sarcastically. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"You did plenty for Frank this afternoon, didn't you, cunt!" Wendy snapped. Her eyes blazed hotly.
Cheryl's jaw dropped. She wondered, first, how Wendy had ever found out about that little episode, and second, what had become of the prim, demure little Wendy she was used to seeing. She hadn't seen that much of Wendy, sure, but the bitch had always come across as a cute little blonde mouse. She didn't look or sound mousy right now.
"Uh," Cheryl muttered.
Wendy just marched up to her and slapped her across the face. Cheryl's skin stung.
"Wait a minute, bitch!" Cheryl exclaimed, bristling.
"Don't call me bitch!" Wendy shouted, then cuffed her again.
"I'd listen to her," Leanne said, smirking.
Cheryl gave her a dirty look and rubbed her stinging cheek.
Wendy put her hands on her hipbones and glared at Cheryl. "I want to know where you get oft fucking my man. And don't tell me you didn't. I saw you riding his cock. I can tell you the time, the place, and how many orgasms you had with his prick inside you."
Jesus! Cheryl thought. The trouble you can get into for one lousy fuck! Of course, it hadn't been at all lousy. She'd kinda enjoyed herself, but then she nearly always did, when she was fucking a guy.
"It was just a sport fuck," she said. "Just for fun."
Wendy raised her hand.
"Don't hit me again! If you bruise my face... anyway, it was my idea, not his, if that's what you're worried about. He was afraid you'd find out about it, and he didn't want to do it in the first place, but I sorta made him."
"You raped him, huh?" Leanne said sarcastically.
Cheryl nodded. "Not really rape. I just tempted him with my body till he couldn't resist. Hey, most guys can't resist this body of mine! It's something I've had to learn to live with."
"So you've got a great bod, huh?" Wendy asked. "Let's see it."
She yanked at the sash of Cheryl's kimono. The bow came loose and Cheryl was totally exposed. She reached for her robe flaps, but Wendy pulled at them. Cheryl stood motionless.
"Jesus," Leanne said. "She really is stacked!"
Putting down her oversize handbag, she came toward Cheryl, taking hold of the kimono. She slid it off Cheryl's shoulders, dropped it to the floor. Blushing, Cheryl stood totally naked, except for her slippers, under the stare of the two women.
She was built like a brick shithouse, from the top of her red head to the pink-painted toes of her feet. She had a body in a million, or so every guy in town told her. So why should she be flustered? Let these cunt s get a load of the competition. She had both of them outclassed in the tit department, for damned sure, and she wondered if either of them could sport a bush to compare with the red fleece that lined her pussy.
"Okay, if you like fat tits," Wendy said, suddenly taking hold of Cheryl's nearest tit.
Wendy squeezed it savagely, twisting the nipple, and Cheryl gave a screech. The hell of it was, her neighbors in the building were so used to her shrieks and moans that they'd just chalk this sound up to another of Cheryl's frequent rounds of passionate sex.
"Leggo!" Cheryl whined. "You're hurting my titty!"
"Maybe I'll bite it," Wendy whispered, glowering.
Her fingers pinched harder at the large pink tit they had entrapped. Cheryl's breath grew as tight as Wendy's grip. Wendy leaned down, without warning, and she dug her teeth into Cheryl's big tit.
Cheryl gasped. She was starting to think that screaming might be a bad idea. It might piss off these two obviously crazed cunt s. Jesus, there was a wildness in Wendy's eyes that didn't go at all with her shy mousy image. She had turned into some kind of a panther!
Wendy let go of Cheryl's tit, and the redhead began to rub at the bite mark on her flesh. It didn't really hurt. Guys had chewed a lot harder on her tits. It was mostly the surprise of such an attack from Wendy. Cheryl looked at their faces, and she began to feel extremely uneasy.
"I was just giving him a wedding present," Cheryl said, hoping the explanation would help. "I made up an excuse to go over to his pad, and I went there with the intention of fucking him, if you wanna know the truth. I mean, like, I knew I'd never get another chance at him once he was married-he's so straight he'd never ever fuck around on his wife, you know? Oh, come on, Wendy, can't anybody take a joke anymore?"
"It wasn't funny, Cheryl," Wendy said firmly. "Not one fucking bit funny. Did you just ball him? Was that the only thing you did?"
"No," Cheryl confessed. "We... we ate each other, too. He... he came in my mouth, and I came all over his, if you have to know all the details. He has a great cock, Wendy! But, Christ, you already knew that, fer shure! It wasn't as if I was stealing something from you-it was just like borrowing a cup of sugar, you know?"
"Only you borrowed a cup of cum," Leanne put in, "and now I think it's time for you to pay it back, slut!"
"What are you crazy bitches after?"
Wendy slapped her again. "I told you not to call me a bitch! And I think you better get on your knees, Cheryl. You may be spending a lot of time there in the next few minutes."
Wendy started to unbutton her blouse.
That took Cheryl's breath away. The other girl was stripping down, too!
"Look at the tattoo," Leanne said, touching Cheryl's ass with the pointed toe of her shoe.
Wendy looked down and giggled. No one had ever laughed at Cheryl's butterfly before. Most guys found it a surefire hard-on maker. Frank's prick had stiffened noticeably at the sight of it.
Neither of the women wore anything under their outer clothes. That was surprising, too. Cheryl had always figured Wendy for the starched underwear type-thick cotton panties, canvas bra, double layer of pantyhose. She looked up at Wendy's crotch, saw the little vee of hair centered above the upper end of her cunt slit, the bare pink lips beneath.
"You wanna lick it?" Wendy asked, rubbing her pussy.
She held out the fingers to Cheryl, waving them under Cheryl's nose. They smelled like pussy. Little Wendy was dripping wet!
Cheryl shook her head. She didn't go that route, for Chrissake! She'd fuck a guy at the drop of a hat, but she was damned sure no queer!
Wendy pressed her hand against Cheryl's lips. Cheryl thought she'd gag from the pussy taste on her mouth. But, she thought, I've licked my own goo off a guy's face, lots of times, and it really doesn't taste all that much different, does it? And she was sure it was better not to struggle. God only knew what these fucked-up bitches were after, but Cheryl had the distinct impression that it might get very warped and weird. And she was starting to wonder if it could be all that bad anyway.
"C'mon, Cheryl, suck my fingers!" Wendy giggled, pulling Cheryl's hair until the redhead yelped. She then stuck her pussy-wet fingers into Cheryl's open mouth. "Don't bite me, cunt ! Just suck! I'm sure you know how to suck... "
That was one thing Cheryl knew how to do, all right. She let her tongue slurp around Wendy's fingers. It was strange, but rather interesting, too. She had never tasted another woman's pussy before, and she was pleased to find that it tasted much like her own. She sucked Wendy's fingers dry, then she looked up at Wendy, her eyebrows lifting inquisitively.
"Now," Wendy said, "come here and get it straight from the source!"
She pulled Cheryl's head up into her crotch and pushed her cunt against Cheryl's face. "Lick my pussy!"
She's raping me! Cheryl suddenly realized. She's getting her revenge for what I did with Frank by raping me! God, can one woman rape another? Well, there were two of them, she rationalized. They could probably force her to do almost anything. She pushed her tongue up against Wendy's cunt , tasting it directly for the first time.
It wasn't bad. She wiggled the tight hairless cunt lips with her tongue, sliding it along the narrow crease. The lips were soft, and they yielded to her pressing tongue, then she pushed between them, into the funky chamber of Wendy's cunt . She found it dripping wet, the hole juicy with arousal, the clit already standing up. Her tongue grazed each stimulation center.
Cheryl knew how she liked her own cunt to be licked. This was the first time she'd ever had the chance to find out if all pussies reacted the same way as hers. Chalk it up to experience, she thought, but goddamn, it isn't that bad!
She put her hands on Wendy's pussy mound, spreading the tender lips. She was gentle, but the more her tongue pushed into Wendy's cunt , the more excited Cheryl became. She pushed the cunt lips wider apart, baring the salmon-pink sweetness of Wendy's pussy, and she nuzzled her face into it, feeling the juices soak into her own skin.
"You better sit down, kid," Leanne said.
Wendy eased her ass onto the floor and looked at Cheryl. Cheryl just shrugged and lay down between Wendy's uplifted legs. What the fuck? If eating pussy could kill people, hundreds of guys who had feasted on Cheryl's cunt would be in their graves by now. Cheryl eased into Wendy's crotch and opened the girl's delicate pussy once again.
"Love your cunt ," she said. "It's sooo cute, y'know?"
She dipped in to let her tongue flick across the tip of Wendy's clit. Just the way she liked her own to be tickled into even greater arousal. Wendy had a big juicy one, Cheryl couldn't help noticing as her tongue laved it. Clits came in all sizes, but they had one thing in common-they all loved tongues.
Cheryl pushed at the edges of Wendy's clit, making it stand up higher, then she took it between her lips for a mixture of sucking and tonguing. The flesh heated beneath her hands, the juices seemed to flow in stickier, wetter trickles from Wendy's dripping cunt hole.
Such a hot clit, too! It almost scorched Cheryl's lips as she sucked it, and it was as big as a nipple now, too. It felt good to have her mouth around this hot little organ, Cheryl decided, and it seemed to work both ways. Wendy was heating up fast. Who'd have ever thought the little blonde mouse had such a hot pussy?
Cheryl felt hands attacking her tits. Not her own, not Wendy's. That left the other girl. A dyke, she suspected, remembering the drool in the dark girl's eyes at the sight of her naked body. But a slim, pretty young dyke all the same, and she certainly seemed to know her way around a pair of tits.
Fingers stroked Cheryl's big tit-mounds, teasing the pink nipples harder and harder. Smaller, equally hard-nippled tits pressed against Cheryl's back, and the dark girl slinked a thigh across Cheryl's body. Cheryl felt the tickle of the other girl's pussy hair against her leg as she rubbed insistently with her crotch. She was wet too.
Christ, Cheryl thought, so am I! She could feel juices oozing out of her red-furred pussy, trickling down the insides of her own legs.
"Ohhhh!" Wendy gasped, and Cheryl looked up in surprise.
She'd made the blonde bitch come with her tongue! Jesus! Wendy must have a real hair-trigger for a clit! Cheryl leaned back down and tasted the orgasm juices as they seeped from Wendy's pink hole. Oooohh, shit, they were delicious! As tasty as licking her own cum off a guy's mouth after he'd eaten her!
Cheryl's tongue wormed into Wendy's cunt hole and she burrowed up the churning tight tunnel. How the fuck did Frank ever get his fat cock into this bitch's cunt , for Chrissake? She was as tight as a virgin!
"That was okay," Wendy sighed, pushing Cheryl's face upward.
Cheryl moved, a bit reluctantly. Her tongue lapped once more at Wendy's pussylips.
"Now mine," said the other girl, unclenching herself from Cheryl and stretching out on the floor, behind the redhead.
Leanne reached up with one slim leg, hooking the ankle at Cheryl's neck, pulling the redheaded girl toward her.
"Oh, shit!" Cheryl complained. "I'm no fucking dyke! Just because I ate one pussy under duress doesn't make me, you know, a lesbian."
"Shut up and suck me off!" the dark-haired girl commanded, and she yanked on Cheryl's red hair, pulling her face straight down into her black bush.
Cheryl got a mouthful of hair, but she could taste the flesh under it-warm, moist flesh, scented in lilac, and there was a tantalizing invitation to her tongue to sample a little more.
Now Cheryl was eating two pussies under duress. She still wasn't turning queer! She pushed the hairs out of the way, exposing the long slice of the cunt , and she opened it wide with her fingers, less gently than she'd been with Wendy. Something told her this bitch liked it a little rude and crude.
"Ohhhh!" the dark-haired girl purred.
She had the tiniest, cutest little clit, like a baby pea just budding inside a pod. Cheryl kissed the tiny button of the girl's clit and felt it heat against her lips, just like Wendy's had done-just like her own would do if she were the lucky one getting a suck job right now!
She ate into the dark-haired girl's pussy, finding it just as hot and tasty as Wendy's. There was a lot to be said for eating cunt , she decided, rolling her tongue through the furrow, scooping the juices into her mouth. She could have made it last a long time, but what the hell they were forcing her to do it. She didn't owe them an all-nighter. She concentrated her efforts on the girl's clitoris and she whipped it until she felt the pussy convulse beneath her chin, shivering in the rippling waves of orgasm. Her tongue fucked into the wet, climactic pussy, and she ate it dry, dipping in again and again, even after the girl had ceased to moan and shudder.
Cheryl turned around, ready to smirk at Wendy. Cheryl felt very pleased with herself. She'd turned the tables on these bitches. But her jaw dropped as she saw Wendy standing there.
The big handbag the dark girl had brought was dumped onto the floor. All kinds of weird shit were inside it. Vibrator, little jars of cream and oil and lotion, black mesh stockings, garter belt and bra in matching black leather. Obviously that was where Wendy had gotten the object that was strapped around her crotch.
"One of my toys," Leanne said, sitting up. "We brought a lot of them with us. We were thinking that since you had fucked Wendy's guy, it was only fair that Wendy gets to fuck you. Look at that prick on her! Can't you just feel that thing ramming up your hot pussy, Cheryl? Doesn't it make your clit tingle?"
Cheryl couldn't believe her eyes! Wendy was wearing a strapped-on dildo, and it was abso-fucking-lutely enormous! Real cocks didn't grow that big! They rarely found them even for porno movies. The thing was easily sixteen inches long and as thick as a log, or so it looked to Cheryl.
Wendy strutted around in the thing, shaking it as she walked, her fist sliding in smug macho fashion up and down the long fat dildo.
"Look at my cock," she teased. "I'm gonna fuck you soooo bad, Cheryl! Gonna make your pussy cream the way it did on Frank's cock!"
"Oh, God!" Cheryl gasped.
She'd anticipated something weird and warped, but this was a little more than she'd counted on. She picked a pussy hair off her tongue and stared at Wendy's strapped-on prick. Yet, her cunt was slobbering at the sight of the thing.
"How about mine?" said the dark-haired girl.
While Cheryl had been staring at Wendy, Leanne was adorning herself with another dildo. She fitted the end of it into the harness that ran around her hips, and she made it jiggle.
"You ever been double-teamed? Bet you have!"
"Wait a sec," Cheryl said, "can't we talk about this first?"
The dark girl was lying down on the floor, her dildo sticking up. She had a bottle of lotion in her hand, and she was rubbing it generously onto the plastic shaft of her imitation cock.
"C'mere!" Leanne ordered.
Curious Cheryl edged closer. The dark-haired girl thrust her hand between Cheryl's thighs, slapping a gob of the lotion onto Cheryl's pussy.
"Get on me," the dark girl said. "Plant your hot pussy right on this cock of mine. I hear you always come when you're on top. Get on top of me, slut!"
Mesmerized, Cheryl straddled the girl and edged down, toward the tip of the upraised dildo.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped, as the thing penetrated her.
The dildo didn't feel real, but it thrust deeply, hitting her cervix, and then it pulled back to thrust again, then Cheryl didn't much care if it felt artificial.
"Oh, shiiiiittt!" she gasped, as the thing slammed into her cunt from beneath, riding high and hard up into her pussy. God, it didn't get soft, it didn't slack up, it didn't miss a fucking stroke! The skinny dark-haired bitch should have been born a man. She threw one hell of a mean fuck-just the kind Cheryl Massey liked.
Cheryl sank her pussy down upon the ramming dildo. She pressed her crotch against the other girl's, and she leaned forward, her hands filling with Leanne's small firm tits, her mouth avid to kiss the dark-haired woman's bright red lips. She'd never kissed another woman before, but there was a first time for getting dildo-fucked, and there was a first time for screwing her tongue into a hot bitch's mouth. She forced the woman's lips open, stabbed her tongue inside.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me!" Cheryl slurred, her cunt lifting and falling wildly on the inserted dildo.
Cheryl rocked from side to side, giving her cunt a real treat. This dildo was much smaller than the one Wendy was wearing. She shivered a little, thinking of how that humongous plastic cock of Wendy's would spread her cunt lips when it slid inside her, but she was sure she could take it. Jesus, it was just a fuck, after all! The only difference was that these pricks didn't squirt cum up her tubes. Too bad. It was a shame to take as hot a ride as this and end it up dry.
Her pussy sucked and slurped and slobbered as it rode up and down on the ramming dildo, and she moaned each time the plastic fucker hit bottom in her pussy.
"And you thought I needed lubing!" she laughed in the girl-fucker's face, just before she started to lick her way around and around Leanne's warm wet mouth.
"Wiggle that ass!" Wendy urged from behind. She gave Cheryl a mean slap on the ass, right atop the butterfly tattoo. "Let's see how you fuck! Oooh, Leanne, give her that cock! Fuck her raw, baby! God, she's dripping all over you! This bitch likes it! Don't you, Cheryl?"
"It's not bad," Cheryl panted between hot wet kisses.
Those kisses were definitely something Leanne enjoyed, and Cheryl was starting to like them, too. Almost as much as she loved the thrust of that hard artificial prick into her cunt hole.
Cheryl squealed as Wendy began to rub her ass. Wendy's fingers were oily. They slipped and slid on Cheryl's bouncing asscheeks. From time to time, they also pinched and slapped. They were rough, sometimes a bit cruel, but Cheryl didn't think she minded. It made the fuck that much more enjoyable. She enjoyed a little roughness in sex.
"Oh!" Cheryl gasped as Wendy tickled her asshole with one greasy finger. "You trying to stick that in me? I kinda like a finger in my ass when I'm getting off. Go ahead. Maybe it'll keep your clit stiff till it's your turn to fuck me."
"It's my turn to fuck you now!" Wendy squealed, jamming her finger into Cheryl.
She reamed the girl's tight asshole, making Cheryl twist and writhe as she rode Leanne's thrusting dildo.
"Yeah!" Wendy snickered, removing her finger. "We're gonna sandwich your hot meat, slut!"
Cheryl squealed as she felt the tip of Wendy's dildo replace the finger that had been attacking her asshole. The goddamn son of a bitch felt like the nose cone of a guided missile!
"Oh, shit!" Cheryl screamed. "You can't stick that thing up my ass!"
"Who says I can't?" Wendy replied, pushing with her dildo.
She had greased it with love oil. It was already spreading the tight mouth of Cheryl's shitter, and the harder she pushed, the more Cheryl's ass-muscles yielded, the closer the enormous dildo came to making its entry.
Cheryl's eyes bulged, ready to pop out of their sockets. She didn't have room inside her ass for that fucking dildo!
"Make her stop!" she moaned to Leanne, whose arms were possessive around her body, whose dildo continued to ram its way up into Cheryl's juicy cunt .
"You wanna hear the music, you gotta pay the band," Leanne said philosophically. "Just loosen up, honey. Before it's over, you'll be begging her to fuck you forever."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You crazy bitch!" Cheryl squealed. Wendy slapped her hard, on the ass. "I won't warn you again!" she said forcefully.
Cheryl rubbed her stinging cheek and looked back at Wendy, whose pretty face was wreathed in a smug, satisfied smile.
"Your ass is so tight," Wendy went on, "but it won't be when I finish with it. God, this thing is so big, I may rip you open trying to put it in! But it's no skin off my ass!"
Wendy gave the dildo a push.
Leanne was still moving beneath Cheryl, keeping the redhead in a constant state of rocking up and down. The tip of Wendy's dildo jiggled around, but it stayed with Cheryl's tight pink asshole, already lubed by Wendy's oiled finger, and Cheryl groaned as she felt the dildo continue to push insistently at her backdoor.
Wendy looked down, watching as Cheryl's asshole continued to dilate under the pressure of her plastic cock.
"It's going in!" she announced.
No one had to tell Cheryl that it was going in! She could feel each centimeter of the dildo making penetration. Her body had already broken out in a cold sweat, and she might have frozen to death on the spot if Leanne's dildo had not been keeping her pussy at boiling point. The goddamn thing just kept ramming up into her cunt , and she could almost forget the agony at her asshole as she sucked up the thrusts and relished the hot friction of Leanne's dildo fucking her cunt .
"Ohhhhh!" The bulbous knob of the plastic tool was all the way inside her ass now. She could hear her fucking asshole pop as it gaped and swallowed the thing up. It felt like constipation had hit her in the middle of a shit. Cheryl couldn't force it out, and she didn't think she could take it back up her tube. Cheryl felt queasy, as if she might barf at any second.
"Fucking shitttt!" she wailed.
"You said it, cunt!" Wendy giggled. "I'm fucking you where you shit, all right!"
She gripped Cheryl's ass as best she could, with her oil-greasy hands, and she worked a little more of the dildo into her asshole. God, was this how it had felt to those guys who fucked her ass at the hotel this afternoon? That resistance, fighting against the impassioned, ass hungry cock?
Wendy gritted her teeth and slapped harder at Cheryl's ass.
"Loosen up, you fucking bitch!" she snarled. "I'm gonna fuck your ass if it kills both of us!"
She understood now the sense of power that motivated rape. She was raping Cheryl's reluctant ass, forcing it to accept the stiff bulk of her plastic cock. Cheryl had no choice, no say in the matter. She was an asshole to be fucked. The dildo was wedged in the tight, resistant channel of Cheryl's shit-chute, and she wanted only to shove it up the red-haired girl, shove it all the way up!
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Cheryl screamed, four inches of dildo thrust up her asshole, Leanne's plastic prick sliding in and out of her ever-wetter pussy.
Wendy kept slapping her ass, hitting it hard, viciously, and Cheryl rocked with each blow. The jiggle made her cunt swallow Leanne's dildo with a vengeance, and she could feel Wendy's ass-fucking toy sliding ever more insistently into her asshole. Her ass muscles yielded to the attack, a quiver at a time, and with each minor surrender, the dildo gained a stronger foothold. Cheryl's ass was half full of the thing now, and her asshole was stretched to the bursting point. How much more of it could she take without ripping?
Wendy was determined to find out. She reached under Cheryl, took hold of her tits, squeezed them as cruelly as she had slapped Cheryl's ass. But Cheryl did enjoy it rough. The pinching fingers on her hard pink nipples coaxed moans and sighs from the redhead's mouth. She whimpered into Leanne's wet kissing orality, and she writhed in the grip of her girl-induced passions.
"Ohhhhh, yessss... " she hissed dreamily. "I think I'm starting to like this!"
Her asshole seemed to scream in pain as more of the dildo slammed into the tight tube. She couldn't take another inch, no, goddamn it! But the dildo in her pussy kept on fucking up, fast and hard, and Cheryl's pussy was full of juice, her cunt awash in hot aroused rivers of response, and all she could do was moan and whine and whimper.
Wendy milked Cheryl's big nipples with her fingers, squeezing them, pulling them savagely. She couldn't get enough of Cheryl's big tits. No wonder she'd been able to get Frank into the sack! There was such a hot tactile pleasure in mauling those big firm tits, feeling one's sweaty fingers slide all over the smooth moist flesh, feeling her nipples throb so excitedly as they were pinched and squeezed and pulled to incredible lengths.
Wendy's pussy was sopping wet now. God, was she ever aroused! She thought of how this had all started, her burning desire to lose her cherry this afternoon, and she remembered that her maidenhead was still firmly in place inside her pussy. Despite all that she had done, all that she was doing right now, she was still a virgin!
But one turned-on virgin, by God! A virgin wearing a sixteen-inch dildo that was jammed up the tight asshole of this sweat-drenched redheaded slut! A virgin determined to assfuck this dripping redhead!
Wendy gave her hips a twist, and she felt more of the dildo enter Cheryl's constricted ass passage. Oh, she was fucking this bitch, all right!
"I'm fucking you, Cheryl!" she gasped, and she rammed with all her strength, shoving the dildo straight up Cheryl's ass.
Cheryl screamed shrilly as the big hard object rammed into her ass, and her head snapped back.
For a moment Wendy was afraid she'd killed the slut. Cheryl's face was dead, bloodless white, and her eyes rolled in their sockets, just the whites showing. Then she began to pant hard.
"Oh, Jesus, God, shit, fuck!" Cheryl's body began to jerk as if it were electrically wired.
Wendy squealed and grabbed at Cheryl's sweat-soaked asscheeks. The dildo was totally inside the redhead, and she began to move the dildo in short hard strokes that sent it battering again and again into Cheryl's raw asshole.
Leanne was still fucking Cheryl's pussy from beneath, with a dildo that was on the verge of melting in Cheryl's inflamed cunt . Wendy swore she could smell smoke, the sizzle of flesh that simply gotten too hot to resist bursting into flames of lust-her own flesh throbbed with heat, too, and she had never wanted, in her life, anything as much as she wanted to fuck the shit out of Cheryl's hot tight asshole!
The two women rammed their dildoes in and out of Cheryl's twin holes of passion. She was completely helpless now. Whatever resistance her ass might have had once was gone, thanks to the forced insertion of Wendy's giant plastic prick. If Wendy had slipped the dildo out of Cheryl's ass and replaced it with the cock of a lust-maddened donkey, Cheryl would never have known the difference.
When Wendy fucked her again and again, the base of the dildo hitting hard against her own clit each time she thrust, and she could feel her own lust building to a point of no return.
Cheryl moaned, her head rocking from side to side. She could feel them both, inside her, the huge dildo filling her ass, the other one jabbing up into her pussy. The tips of the two plastic cocks met somewhere deep inside her. These women were ripping the lining of her pussy! Soon she'd have just one big hole down there, an asshole-pussy with no divisions. She'd have to shit and piss from the same body opening.
Yet, Cheryl didn't care a motherfucking rat's ass!
"You bitches!" she whispered, not caring if Wendy slapped her silly. "You bitches have fucked me to death!"
She came suddenly, without warning, her entire body exploding. A hot climax swept through Cheryl, and she turned into a fucking bouncing lump of orgasmic jello, plugged by the two stiff-thrusting plastic cocks her female attackers were wearing. She didn't think it could get better than that, but Wendy just kept ramming her dildo up Cheryl's asshole, and Cheryl kept on coming and coming and coming!
Under her, Leanne was starting to shake and shudder, and she seized Cheryl's face, pulling it to her own so she could kiss as she climaxed. Cheryl drank the honey juices of Leanne's mouth, sharing her own, and their bodies vibrated into ecstasy.
Behind her, Wendy was fucking harder, moaning, slapping Cheryl's ass savagely, as if she were too driven ever to stop. Each sting made Cheryl's ass convulse again. Jesus, could she have an orgasm from ass-fucking? Cheryl was certain she was having one right now! And she could sense from the jerky, excited way that Wendy stabbed her with the dildo that Wendy was about to blow her cookies too! "Ohhhhh... " Wendy moaned, the dildo's base hitting her pussy again and again as she fed the other end up Cheryl's ass.
Wendy's clit throbbed and felt nearly as big as her thumb. The constant pressure of the dildo began to set her off, and when it hit, Wendy didn't even attempt to fight it off. She collapsed upon Cheryl's writhing body, shoving the dildo all the way up Cheryl's ass, holding it there while her own body took over and made the thing wiggle and wobble insanely inside Cheryl's reamed-out shithole.
What felt like a million years later, they rolled apart, Cheryl's holes at last free of the strange artificial pricks that had been forced into them.
The redhead slid onto her back on the floor, next to Leanne, their hands toying gently with each other's fucked-out bodies. Cheryl reached down, took hold of the cunt -slimed dildo that jutted up from Leanne's loins.
"It's still hard," she sighed. "You could even fuck me again with it, if you wanted. Wouldn't have to wait for it to get stiff again. I guess a dildo has it all over a guy in some respects."
"Mine's still hard, too," Wendy husked, kneeling beside Cheryl.
The redhead looked up at little blonde Wendy and the huge plastic cock that still thrust from her harness. It was coated with the shitty juices from Cheryl's well-fucked asshole. Cheryl could smell it, tangy, to say the least, and she could see the brown smears on the dildo's barrel.
"Suck it!" Wendy commanded, pushing the tip of the thing downward, toward Cheryl's face. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck it clean!"
Cheryl's eyes bulged. "Jesus, no! Not that! The fucking thing's been up my goddamn asshole, for Chrissakes!"
"It's your shit." Wendy giggled. "Who better to clean it off? I'm not taking this cock home filthy from your ass. Make it shine, cunt!"
Leanne was giggling too. "You've gotta suck it. Who knows what she might do to you if you piss her off!"
Cheryl resisted the urge to gag. She closed her eyes and leaned toward the shit-stained dildo. I can't! she told herself. I fucking can't! But she was afraid, too, afraid that Wendy might come up with some really kinky punishment if she refused.
She stuck out her tongue and licked gingerly at the tip of the dildo.
"Suck it," Leanne chanted, "suck it dry! Ohhh, you can do better than that, baby! Lick hard! Roll your tongue over it!"
She put her arms around Cheryl, filling her hands with Cheryl's tits. After what Cheryl had been through, she thought her body was numb, but life throbbed excitingly inside her at the touch of Leanne's fingers on her nipples. She sighed.
She licked harder at the dildo, tasting her own shit on it, but he pretended it was simply a big pulsating cock. Even if it did taste like shit-coated plastic. Her mouth opened and the dildo thrust inside, across her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, swallowing her saliva with a grimace of distaste. She supposed Wendy could have come up with something even nastier. There was a vicious streak in that baby faced little slut.
Wendy fucked the dildo in and out of Cheryl's mouth. She was close to another orgasm, watching the redhead humiliate herself like this. "Think about this," Wendy said, "the next time you go slopping your pussy onto someone else's man. If I ever catch you after Frank again, we'll take up from right here, you and me. You'll think today was a church picnic, cunt ! Now eat my cock until it's as clean and sparkling as a brand-new penny!"
* * *
Outside, in Leanne's car, Wendy threw back her head and shrieked.
"Oh, fucking shit, that was so fantastic! We fucked that bitch, didn't we! She thought she was fucking me, but she's the one who had to eat shit! And I mean literally!"
"Jesus, Wen," Leanne said, starting the car, "you are so fucking hyper it's scary! C'mon, I think we should get you home. You need a glass of warm milk and a valium. Remember, baby, you're getting married in the morning! You've gotta get some rest tonight. I mean, you are still getting married tomorrow, aren't you?"
"I guess so," Wendy sighed, calming down a little.
She put a hand on her knee, let it crawl up slowly to the hem of her short skirt. The fingers moved beneath the hem, up the inside of her leg. Her pussy was dripping by the time she got to it, and her clit was harder and bigger than ever.
"Jesus," she gasped, "I am still so goddamn hot I don't know what to do! Oh, Leanne, this whole thing started out because I decided I was finally gonna let Frank fuck me! And after everything else, I still wanna fuck him! Not tomorrow, but right now!"
"Isn't he at his bachelor party?" Leanne asked.
Wendy nodded. "I wonder what he'd think if I showed up there? If I just walked up to him in the middle of his friends, took out his prick, and went down on him? If I lifted my skirt, pointed to my pussy and told him to put it right there? Oh, Christ, what an idea!"
"You've gotta be on drugs," Leanne sighed. "I think cum may be a narcotic as far as you're concerned. Listen, I've got an idea, though, Wen! Tell me what you think of this... "
CHAPTER NINE
The party was being held in a suite at a downtown hotel-not, thank God, the same one Wendy had gone to with Arnie and Jim this afternoon.
Wendy was expecting to walk in on an orgy, but Frank and his friends were all serious yuppies, not party animals. What she found was far tamer than she'd anticipated.
Ted Verrill met her at the door. He was going to be Frank's best man at the wedding; they'd been friends since high school. He looked at Wendy, smiled, obviously not recognizing her as she stood in the doorway.
She was wearing three-inch spike heels, a skintight, above-the-knee sheath dress of sultry black, and her natural blonde hair was hidden under a wig she'd borrowed from Leanne. The wig was punk-style, with spikes, stripes of three or four different colors, and she had enough paint on her face to decorate a battleship. On one bare upper arm she had a stick-on tattoo decal, a heart pierced by a sword.
Ted's jaw dropped as he got a look at her.
Wendy snapped her chewing gum at him and said, in the best New Yorkese she could muster: "I'm here for the guest of honor. I'm his special present."
"Wow!" Ted remarked, gesturing for her to come on in.
He stared her up and down, shaking his head. She knew she looked wild and nasty. Other heads had turned in her direction, too. She wanted to smile. Instead she just sneered. It seemed more in keeping with the image she'd chosen. God, she felt great, dolled up like this! She felt like a porno starlet, not like innocent little Wendy Murphy, professional virgin!
There were twenty or thirty people in the room, almost all guys. A bored stripper, in pasties and a g-string, was dancing on a tabletop, but only half a dozen of the men were paying any attention. Others were drinking and talking in corners of the room. Some were watching X-rated tapes on the TV.
She saw Frank, over by the bar table, chatting with a couple of his friends. Wendy threw back her shoulders and strutted through the room, taking the long way to get to him. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, and even the stripper was looking at her as she sashayed past.
The real test was when she approached Frank.
He looked up as she came near, but she could see no recognition in his eyes. She didn't look at all like herself. But would he know her?
She strutted up to him and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Hello, stud," she said, husking her voice as much as possible. "I've come here to give you a very special wedding gift, on your last night of freedom."
His mouth opened in surprise.
Wendy leaned forward and pressed her wet mouth against his, smacking a big hungry kiss onto him. She pressed it, grinding her mouth on his, pushing her tits against his chest. Her body was as slinky as a snake.
Frank edged back against the bar table, and she moved with him, pinning him there. She held his face in her hands and she smeared her lips all over his mouth.
When she finally released him, he gasped, and his friends-everyone in the room was staring at them now, even the guys who'd been watching an actress suck cock on the TV-broke into spontaneous applause.
Frank stared at her, totally shocked, rubbing softly at the bright red lipstick print that ringed his lips.
"I, uh, really don't think... "
Wendy winked, then grabbed his crotch. She could feel his prick, and it seemed to start growing almost as soon as her hand closed upon it.
"Like, I'm already paid for, hot stuff," she said, snapping her gum. "Somebody thought enough of you to send the very best. Why not use it?"
She gave his cock a little twist with her hand. He groaned, and his cock was beginning to get very stiff inside her fist, inside his pants.
He looked around at his friends. "Did one of you guys do this? Oh, shit! Well, come on, Miss."
Frank blushed as he pointed to a door at the near side of the room.
"I-I guess we should go in there. Privacy and all," he added, laughing nervously.
The bulge of his prick was obvious in his pants as he led Wendy through the door, into the bedroom of the suite.
"Let's just wait in here for five or ten minutes," he told her, sitting down on the bed, "and then we can go out and they'll all think we fucked or whatever." He smiled. "No offense or anything, but I really am in love with my fiancee, and I don't think I should... "
But Wendy was already unzipping her dress. Under it, she wore a skimpy black bra, the cups stuffed with foam to make her small tits stand out bigger. The dress slid down, revealing her black garter belt and black crotchless panties.
The sight of her pussy should have given her away. But Leanne had carefully shaved Wendy's cunt hair, and her whole crotch was bare now, showing off vividly the long tight-lipped gash of her pussy. Frank just stared at her shaven cunt , and Wendy swore she could see drool forming on his lips.
"Since we're gonna be here for a while," she said, removing the gum from her mouth, "we might as well have at least a little fun."
She stroked the sides of her punk wig as she came to him, and she dropped to her knees where he sat at the edge of the bed. She put her hands on his knees and looked up at him.
"Your cock is still hard," she said, nodding at the bulge in his pants. "In fact, I think it's harder than it was out there. Let me see what a big hard prick you've got in your pants."
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed as she began to unzip him. He didn't fight.
The bastard! Wendy thought, reaching into his fly and pulling out his cock. Jesus, his prick was big and hard right now! Put him around a piece of strange pussy, and his prick stiffened like magic. But she couldn't hold it against him. She'd had a few pieces of strange herself, today.
Her hand molded around his stiff prick. She stroked it up and down, feeling the power that flowed through Frank's rigid cock.
On her knees, Wendy squeezed her thighs together, wringing moisture out of her pussy like juice from a fresh lemon. With the hair shaved off her cunt , she was vividly aware of how hot, how wet, her pussy was right now. Her clit felt as if it were the size of a tennis ball and even her asshole was tingling excitedly.
"What a cock!" she whispered, leaning in to kiss it, right on the swollen tip.
Her lips clung to his cockflesh as if they'd been stuck with Crazy Glue. His skin was so hot, tasted so much like fresh meaty aroused cock! She didn't want to let go!
Her mouth opened slightly, and she nursed at the end of Frank's cock, sliding it in and out of her lips in shallow sucking gulps, her tongue bathing it as she hp-massaged him.
"What a mouth!" Frank gasped.
She beamed in pride. She had never had his cock in her mouth before, but his cock seemed to fit perfectly in her mouth, and she loved the way it tasted! Something told Wendy that in the years to come she'd be spending a lot of time with her lips wrapped around Frank's prick. She just hoped he enjoyed the taste of pussy, because he was going to have plenty of it to eat during their life together.
Her mouth opened, and she took his cock a little deeper, lips sliding farther down his cock as more of it entered her mouth. She did it slowly, lovingly, increasing the depth of his penetration only a little at a time. She wanted to make it last forever.
"Let me get my clothes off," he said. "If we're going to do this, we'll have to do it right. Jesus, this is the last time I'll ever be with a strange woman. Not weird-strange, just that I don't know you."
Wendy leaned back as he stood up, and while he removed his jacket, his Hawaiian shirt, she began taking down his pants. Naked, finally, he moved back onto the bed, and Wendy stood up, eased onto it beside him. She rolled into his arms, kissed him with the hot pungent flavor of his prick still immersed in her lipstick, then she lay back as he started to kiss and suck at her tits. She knew the feel of his mouth on her tits, the tickle of his fingers between her legs.
"Let's eat each other," she suggested, eager to broaden the range of their shared experiences. She stroked his hand as it played between the shaved lips of her pussy, and she chewed softly at his shoulder, to remind him of how her mouth could bring real pleasure to his cock. He lifted his head, nodding, and they stretched out side by side, heads pointed in opposite directions.
He began to eat the insides of her thighs, moving up to her pussy with tantalizing slowness, while she sucked on his balls. Her hand stroked his cock, making sure it stayed plenty hard, but there was no need to worry. His cock was up for the count.
He spread her cunt , tonguing into the hot pink swamp. She moaned at the touch of his lips against her swollen clit.
"Yes, God, yes!" she sighed, jerking fitfully on his rock-hard prick. Her lips pressed against his balls. She licked each of them, sucked at the sac, traced a tongue line around his dangling bag, then pushed it aside and licked her way back to his asshole.
Frank gasped as she stuck her tongue into his asshole. Her hand tightened on his prick, and she felt it jerk inside her fist as she thrust her tongue at his asshole, two, three, four times.
Picking a hair off the tip of her tongue, she licked back down toward his cock again, her mouth watering for another suck on Frank's cock. She had waited so long!
Back into her mouth she took his prick, and this time Wendy was there to suck cock! She swallowed his cock deeply, past the point where she should have gagged. His cock moved almost automatically into her throat. She gulped, and her mouth was pressed against his balls.
She lifted her head slowly, sucking as she moved, releasing his cock a fraction at a time, until finally she nursed on the knob of his prick. Down her mouth moved again, and she took his cock as deeply as before.
He was eating her pussy hungrily. Oh, Jesus, he was sooo good! If she'd guessed, before, that having her pussy eaten could make her feel so fantastically alive, she'd have been pulling his face into her cunt bush every day for the year they'd been engaged. And especially if she had known that his tongue was so full of talent and hot excitement! It was a goddamn sin to have kept her cunt closed off to him for so long. God, why had she waited so long?
Her cunt leaked its hot juices onto Frank's sucking face and she worked her crotch against him, smearing her pussy fluid all over him.
She was sucking on the end of his cock now, trying to jerk him off with her fist. But his cock was so wet from the saliva she'd poured over his prick that she could barely hang on, let alone get a good full stroke on his throbbing shaft.
She made her mouth a pussy for his horny cock, and she fucked herself hungrily with his prick. She took him deep, washing his cock in drool. She took him shallowly, sucking like a barracuda on the flesh-coated bone of his lust, she -rimmed his cockhead with her tongue. She tried to fuck her tongue into his piss-slit. She sucked and swallowed and made a pig of herself, stuffing her gullet with cock. It was the fourth one she'd had in her mouth today, and it was the best of them all, because tomorrow it would be hers for keeps!
His tongue sliced up and down the furrow of her cunt . Wendy was throbbing and quivering with each stroke, her clit trembling on the verge of a hot climax. She pushed toward him, urging her clit at his more than eager mouth. As she did, she kept sliding her mouth up and down over the shaft of his raging hard-on. His cock went deeper and deeper. The only thing left was for Wendy to suck his balls in as well. She tried, but she couldn't quite manage that trick, not with her mouth already full of his big cock.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, raising her head from his cock as his tongue whipped her clit into surrender.
She moaned and her cum oozed from the well-eaten slice of her pussy. His tongue was right in there, lapping the hot fluid from her cunt . She pumped her pussy into Frank's face, fed him on her hot lust.
"You made me come!" she purred, rubbing her lips up and down his hard prick. "Now I'm gonna make you squirt your hot milk right into my mouth, big stuff!"
She saw his eyebrows lift as she spoke. God! She'd completely forgotten about the Brooklyn accent she'd been affecting. She'd spoken in her normal voice. She fed his cock back into her mouth and started to suck it, quickly, greedily. Maybe he hadn't noticed.
But even as she wolfed at his cock, sliding her tongue all over the glistening, swollen prickflesh, he reached for her head. He touched her spikey punk hair, and he pulled at it.
Wendy squealed, her cry muffled by the cock that filled her mouth. The wig came off her head and her blonde hair tumbled down around her face.
"Wendy!" he shouted, totally shocked at the sight.
Wendy smiled around the cock that fucked her face. Her mouth drew at his throbbing cockknob, her tongue loved it, her jaws suctioned harder and harder.
Even as he stared at his fiancee's happy face, his cock expanded inside Wendy's mouth and she felt the hot gush of his cum, squirting across her tongue and down her throat. Oh, God! His jism, blasting into her mouth! She sucked harder, milking his cock of its hot scalding load.
His ejaculation seemed endless.
She guzzled the stuff as he shot it into her, gulping, swallowing, eating everything he could give her and sucking him, urging him to give her still more jizz. The inside of her mouth was lined with the sticky sperm. She worked her tongue around and around his cock, then tongue-fucked his piss-slit seeking yet another blast of jism. Her lips refused to release his cock and even after his cock had finally ceased to squirt its creamy jets, Wendy was still sucking. His prick remained hard inside her mouth.
Slowly she raised her head from him. Cum was oozing from her lips. She licked at the overflow with her tongue as she looked at Frank. She felt no embarrassment, no regrets.
"I wanted to surprise you," she said. "It's a long story."
"I have a confession." he told her. "Cheryl, from the office-she came over to the apartment today, and I-well, I fucked her. It didn't mean anything, Wen! I don't even know how it happened."
He touched her blonde head, and she slid up to lie beside him. Her hand fell to his cock. She stroked it warmly, feeling the sticky coating of cum and drool on his shaft. Her fist made a loving nest for his still-hard prick to rest in, and she squeezed his prick, keeping it stiff.
"I fucked her," he repeated. "In the mouth, in the pussy-"
"You should have fucked her in the ass," Wendy snickered. "I did, and I think it spoiled her for everyone else."
"What!" Frank gasped, but Wendy was already pushing him onto his back, straddling his body.
She pushed her cunt down and held his cock upright against her heaving abdomen.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Now, not tomorrow! I want you to take this big hard cock and shove it up my pussy and fuck me! We'll talk about all this later, darling. I came here to fuck you, and that's what I'm going to do. And if you ever fuck Cheryl Massey again, I'll screw you up the ass, just like I did to that red-headed bitch! Got me?"
"I'm gonna get you!" He laughed.
Wendy lifted her ass from his groin and she pushed his cocktip along the hot wet lips of her pussy. This was it, she thought, this was the big one! It was what she had set out to do this afternoon, and now it was almost midnight, and Jesus, what a long and tangled trail she had taken to reach this point, at last!
"It's so big," she gasped. "I just hope it will go inside me!"
She spread her cunt lips with one hand, eased his cock into her hole with the other. She guided his cock to the mouth of her tight virginal pussyhole. His big cockknob eased into her opening. His prick was still wet from the suck off she had given him, and her pussy had not stopped dripping since she arrived at his party.
She eased down slowly, taking a little of his cockhead into her pussy. Her eyes rolled. God, his cock was so big, and her pussy was so tight! But she wasn't afraid. She wanted his cock inside her cunt , and she would fucking have it there!
He was anxious too. She could read it in his face. He had one hand on her trembling ass, and he reached down to take hold of his cock with the other, helping Wendy as she got it ready for the big plunge.
"You're getting a cherry," she whispered. "I hope you appreciate it."
He nodded. "I do, baby! And I want to pop it so bad I can taste it!"
She grinned. "Then let's pop it!"
Wendy slammed down, sucking his cock up into her pussy. She felt her cherry rip; she felt the tiny rush as blood oozed from the ruptured membrane. It hurt more than she had anticipated. She closed her eyes and gave a weak moaning scream, but it changed soon to a purring wail of sheer pleasure as his cock pushed past her busted hymen and up into the virginal, but hot depths of her cherry cunt .
She rocked down, her ass settling onto his legs, and he was inside her then, all the fucking way inside her! She'd done it. She'd lost her cherry. Somewhere outside, she could hear the bells on the courthouse clock, chiming midnight. Her wedding day had begun.
"Let's fuck, buster!" She laughed, starting to fuck up and down.
It was a lot like being fucked in the ass, but she liked this much better. As she writhed atop Frank, fucking his prick with her cunt , she stimulated her clit against his belly and his pubic hair. It tickled, but Jesus, it felt so wild!
She ground down, accentuating the pleasure, while his cock throbbed inside her. She was glad she'd waited. She could never have appreciated fucking so much as she did right now, getting it for the first time.
Frank filled his hands with her tits. He squeezed down and felt the foam cups that filled the end of her bra. He ripped the bra away and bared her real tits. Smaller, but the nipples were brown and rigid with lust, and his fingers clawed at them passionately, squeezing the stiff points, making them ache so deliciously.
Wendy leaned forward and kissed him, her tits hot against his chest, her pussy full of blood and cunt juice, sliding up and down on his rampant cock. He was fucking her so deep, fucking her hard, just the way she wanted it, now and forever. God, she knew she'd never have the slightest desire to fuck anyone else. Except maybe Leanne. But no other men. She was sure of that. Positive.
The cock inside her pussy was enough to keep her satisfied.
Still fucking, Frank rolled Wendy onto her side and moved atop her. His cock fucked even deeper into her wet cunt , not missing a stroke, and she lifted her knees, exposing even more of her hungry pussy to his thrusts.
"Yes, God, yes, fuck me!" she moaned.
The bed rocked savagely beneath their thrashing bodies. He touched a nerve deep inside her pussy and it sent shock waves through Wendy. She screamed shrilly, about to flip out into a whole new world of orgasms. His cock kept fucking her, again and again, and it just got better and better.
She folded her legs around his, pulling his prick into the hungry well of her cunt . The mouth of her uterus opened each time his cock slapped it, as if it wanted him even farther inside her pussy.
"Fuck me, God, fuck meee!!!"
His cock was thrusting harder and harder, and she responded with just as much energy. Her legs lifted higher, her knees clutching at him.
He was fucking straight into her pussy, and there was nothing to stop him from burying his prick inside her cunt a thousand times, if he could keep it hard for long enough.
The friction of his cock ramming into her tight hole sent Wendy crawling up the walls in delight. She moaned, she whined, she wailed in glee as he fucked her again and again.
Looking down, she could see that blood still clung to the shaft of his cock, the blood of her popped cherry. He looked down, saw it too, then her grinned at Wendy..
The bedroom door opened.
Wendy heard the sound, even as she began to come. She turned her head toward the noise, but she couldn't see clearly. She was moaning.
"God, yes, do it, fuck me!"
And Frank was panting atop her, trying to hold back his orgasm long enough to give himself just a few more fuck-strokes into her sweet, hot, tight pussy. It was too soon to stop!
"Yes!" he gasped suddenly, and he rabbit-fucked into Wendy's pussy.
She could feel his cum gushing up her pussy, mixing with her own orgasm. The sensation of his jabbing prick thrust her into another climax, and another, and she screamed again, in total fulfillment.
"I'm cummminnggg!" she wailed.
Frank's cock gave a few more convulsive jolts inside her cunt , but he was shooting dry now, and the exertion of two comes in such a short time was taking its toll. His cock began to soften, even as he continued to fuck at Wendy's pussy, and it slid out of her, followed by the oozing flow of their mingled cum-juices, slowly leaking from Wendy's cunt hole.
"You were so great," she sighed. "And I'm glad we waited. I'm glad it was like this."
She pulled his face down to hers for a kiss.
Someone spoke. "Jesus, that chick was Wendy!"
"I don't believe it," said another voice.
Wendy gasped. Her head jerked around and so did Frank's.
His friends were all standing at the open door of the bedroom, peeking in. They must have heard her frantic screams of fuck-glee and come to see what the bloody hell was going on in there.
Wendy blushed, but she wasn't really embarrassed, not after the things she'd done today. The guys were all looking pretty sheepish, though, now that they had penetrated her disguise.
They began to back away.
"Yeah," Wendy giggled, "we'd appreciate a little privacy, guys!"
The door closed softly and she cuddled against Frank.
"I guess you have to marry me now," she said. "You just fucked me in front of a lot of witnesses."
He grinned. "If that's what it takes to get you, it's fine with me!"