The overwhelming problems people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the athlete who, under pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Cheryl, an attractive young housewife in this story, is one of these desperate people, for her problem, a failing relationship with her husband, leads her into the arms of strangers, compelling her to flit from one bed to another in an orgy of hedonistic excess.
Her story is that of a woman struggling desperately for happiness, for some way to save her marriage and self-respect.
HOT AND EAGER WIFE-a novel about one of the problems facing modern society. A reflection of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Cheryl was already in bed, pretending to be asleep, when her husband came into the room. She had gone to bed early, hoping to stop the uneasiness of his last night in the house. She knew how he would want to complicate it if she gave him the chance. Now, as she heard him enter the darkened room, she knew it would have been best to have settled it beforehand. She should have told him it would be better for him to sleep on the couch tonight, the last night. There was really no sense in risking another unpleasant scene. They both felt bad enough about it already.
She lay hunched up under the blanket. Her eyes were tightly shut. She listened to his shoes drop on the floor. She heard the clink of his belt buckle as he took off his pants and tossed them on the chair. She felt goosebumps crawling over her thighs and arms. God, I know what's going to happen, she thought. For two years he hasn't made me come. And he won't be able to leave me without trying at least once more. I just don't want to. I just don't have the energy to try again. I just want him to leave me alone. What am I going to do when he touches me?
"Cheryl?" he whispered. "You still awake?"
She felt the covers lifted and the mattress sinking as he climbed in beside her. She didn't stir.
"Cheryl?" His hand touched her shoulder lightly. She could feel the trembling urgency of his fingers through the fabric of her nightgown.
She gritted her teeth. A voice inside her head shouted, No! Go away, Brad! Don't touch me! One more time will only make it worse, don't you see? His body was tense. His hand on her shoulder was stiff and nervous. He rocked her gently.
"Cheryl, talk to me. You can talk to me. It's our last night. At least we could talk."
She feigned a sleepy moan and scrunched up the covers around her, scooting to the far edge of the bed. She had done the same thing before, many nights during the past two years. She hoped this time her performance would convince him once again. But this time he followed her. He slid across the sheet after her, pressing himself against her back. She could feel the hard length of his prick pressing her ass through the nightgown.
I'm not going to be able to get out of it! she thought. He's got to prove it to himself. I know he won't let me out of it.
Brad jostled her again. Then he pulled her roughly down by her shoulder so that she lay on her back staring up at him. "Come on, Cheryl, I know you're faking."
She looked at his troubled face in the darkness. She could see him struggling with his hatred of her and his despair at his own failings.
"Brad," she said quietly, "you know it can't work. I'm sorry. I don't mean to deceive you. But we shouldn't even be sleeping together in the same bed tonight. You know it's nothing against you. It doesn't mean you're not a man, or anything like that. The sex is just a symptom of the rest, you know that. We've talked about it."
It all sounded so sane to her. She wished she could believe it herself.
"Of course I know that," he said. "But I feel so-"
"I know how you must feel. But we just couldn't make it together. We tried for two years and we can't ask for more than that. One more time will only make it worse. We'll go away from each other feeling guilty and mean and angry. It's better if we can be friends."
"But I want you, Cheryl!" He said it in a half-groan, and she knew he was telling the truth.
"I wish you didn't," she said calmly.
Then something clicked in her. She realized that the more they talked about it, the more painful it would become. And the more inevitable. Unless she was willing to fight it out with him, and incite his lust even further by refusing him all night. She resigned herself.
"I wish you didn't, I really do," she repeated softly, unbuttoning the neck of her nightgown.
When she had three buttons open, he said, "I want to see you, at least for the last time."
Nervously, he reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. She stared at him and continued with the buttons. When the last button was open, she sat up in bed and slid the gown off her shoulders. She felt his arms enclosing her from behind. He drew her back down to the mattress, one hand on her bare back while the other ran up her flat stomach to her breasts. He squeezed each one, his rough palm rasping over her sensitive nipples, Cheryl stared lifelessly at the ceiling as he bent his head, lifted her left breast to his mouth, and sucked her nipple between his lips. Almost instantly chills gripped her body. Her nipple grew hard against his teeth. She felt her cunt lubricating. Oh Brad, she thought, her head tossing on the pillow. If we have to do it this last time, then please make me come! No one in my life has ever made me come but myself! Please do it to me this time!
She moaned. Her hands fluttered around his head. She gave herself up to the lovely ache of his lips on her breasts. Then, before she knew it, he had parted her thighs and climbed between them. His prick slid into her. She gasped and felt his belly slap hers as he began plunging furiously into her like a rabbit. God, it's going to be the same! she cried to herself.
She clung to him with her hands, soothing his naked back, trying to make him slow down, "Oh, slow, slow, Brad, do it slow, please!"
But he couldn't or wouldn't hear her. His hard clumsy body swept forward, surging with frantic thrusts.. His harsh panting scraped her eardrums. The bed bounced and squeaked.
"Unh... unh!" Cheryl grunted against her will. She went limp as rubber, barely feeling the rapid cock darting in and out of her. Again she found herself staring patiently at the ceiling.
It was no different. She waited for it to be over. Her body tingled. She wanted to see the slowly with fire, build and build and then come like a bomb going off. But instead she heard his constricted groan and felt the fluid squirting into her. And she thanked heaven. She lay limply beneath him, breathing evenly.
Wheezing, exhausted, Brad slumped over her with his face burrowed in her neck. Finally he raised himself on his elbows and tried to kiss her mouth. She turned her face away.
"Did you?" he asked. His face began to crawl with the panic of a new failure. "Cheryl, did you?"
She pushed him off and kicked away the bedcovers. Then she stood up beside the bed, grabbing a wad of kleenex and stuffing it between her thighs. "Can't you tell!" she snapped spitefully. "Brad, I told you it was no good." Holding the tissue in place, she went down the hall to the bathroom.
"Cheryl, I'm sorry, so sorry," she heard him call after her.
She went into the bathroom and shut the door. I don't feel anything, she thought. Just dirty. Just absolutely filthy.
The tension in her naked body made her hands shake as she turned on the bathtub faucets. When the bath was ready she climbed in and let the hot water soothe her aching nerves. She stayed in the bath a long time, replenishing the hot water when it grew cool.
But even the lovely hot soaking would not relieve the tension in her body. She moved her right hand over her wet thigh and brushed her fingers against the damp hair of her thatch. She hated herself for wanting to do it. She tried to convince herself that it was all right. I have to come, she thought. After all that. I want to come. There's nothing wrong with it. She felt very lonely. The soft lapping of the warm water against her trembling body somehow made her feel even more alone.
But she was not alone. Brad was in the bedroom. He might still be awake. She brought her left hand up her damp stomach to her breasts, rubbing them, softly tweaking the thick nipples erect.
"Hhhhh... hhhhh!" she panted.
God, go ahead and do it! she told herself. She slid two fingers into her pussy beneath the water level. The pleasure was fantastic. She gasped.
"Ahhhnnnn!"
She heard her tiny gasp echo in the bathroom off the tiles. With her left hand she quickly grabbed the washcloth and stuffed it between her teeth. Then she began to work her fingers in and out of her aching cunt, scraping a knuckle along her throbbing clit and whimpering into the wet cloth in her mouth.
The water splashed over her as she mindlessly bit into the washcloth and drove her hand into her hungry pussy. Delirious with need, she thrashed and yearned. Her burning flesh clenched and shuddered and then, suddenly, she was coming! Her orgasm swept over "her and burned her with spasms. She knew she was splashing water out of the tub onto the floor, gagging into the washcloth.
"Unnghghhh! Unnghghhh!" she gagged.
But it was too fast. And it was over too fast. She lay exhausted. The water grew calm. She withdrew her hand from between her thighs and found that she was crying silently.
Not like this, she cried softly to herself. Not like this. No more, no more. Oh please, no more!
For weeks after Brad left, Cheryl did little. During the day she worked. At night she came home, watched TV, and went to bed. She knew she was living the life of a zombie, but she didn't care. She only wanted to be left alone.
But as the weeks passed, she grew more depressed. She worked as a data processor for an insurance company. As she got more and more depressed she began to make mistakes. The girls she worked with started to worry about her. While married to Brad she had always been friendly with them, but never close. She had often eaten lunch or gone on coffee breaks with two girls named Angela and Kim, simply because they were part of her work team in the large office. And because she enjoyed their company.
Now the two of them seemed to form a pact with the object of rescuing Cheryl from her gloom. Angela was a voluptuous olive-skinned beauty with a rich mane of black hair that fell to her waist. Whenever she spoke her black eyes glittered. She had a small frame but large outthrust breasts. She was the target of every man in the place. But she kept them at a distance with a mixture of scorn and flattery that Cheryl envied, it seemed so effortless. Cherry herself was very attractive and got more than her share of attention. But she never was able to turn a man away without hurting his feelings, the way Angela did so easily.
Her other friend, Kim, was a tall blonde girl who had what Cheryl thought of as probably the most perfectly shaped body she had ever seen. She was taller than either Cheryl or Angela. She had long muscular legs with smooth tapering calves. Her ass was full and outcurved below her slim waist. Her breasts were high and firm, but not too large. Altogether she was probably the most classically beautiful of the three. But she kept an aloof and icy distance from all the men. Only with Cheryl and Angela did she occasionally lower the barrier of her coolness.
Angela's idea to help Cheryl out of her depression way to arrange for the three girls to go out for dinner together on Friday evening after work, do a little bar-hopping afterwards and get Cheryl out of her zombie like rut.
"My zombie-rut!" Cheryl laughed.
Angela smiled. "Well, you called it that, not me. You know you can't go on like that forever."
"I'm not planning to," Cheryl said.
"Great!" Kim said. "The best time to stop is now, then. We ought to make it tonight instead of Friday. Oh, except I forgot. I have an appointment tonight."
Angela grinned at Cheryl. "She has to keep her mysterious appointment."
"There's nothing mysterious about it at all," Kim said.
"We might just go without you, Kim, if you don't love us enough to break your secret appointments," Cheryl joked.
"Who said I love you two?" Kim smiled. "Go ahead if you want to. I'm not breaking this appointment for anybody."
Angela and Cheryl pouted. "Doesn't love us," Angela said.
"No," Cheryl said. "She's rejecting us."
"You bet I am," Kim said, trying to control her laughter.
So Cheryl and Angela decided to have dinner themselves. Unfortunately, by five it had begun to rain. Neither of them felt much like seeking out a restaurant in the storm, which seemed to grow worse by the minute. They stood inside the glass doors of the office building, looking out at the downpour.
"Well," Cheryl said. "I did leave some hamburger out of the refrigerator at home this morning. I guess we could go to my place and try to so something with it. That is, if you don't mind not eating fancy."
"I'm just worried about getting soaked," Angela said. "I didn't bring an umbrella or a raincoat or anything!"
"I can catch pneumonia in ten blocks. Why don't we call a taxi?"
"Expensive."
"Well, we were going to buy dinner. It won't cost as much as that."
That's right. I didn't think."
They got one of the security guards to call for a taxi. But the rain was fierce and the run from the building to the cab and from the cab to the foyer of Cheryl's apartment house soaked them both to the skin.
"My God, I'm freezing to death!" Angela said through her chattering teeth as they entered the dark apartment, like Cheryl's, her hair was matted to her face and scalp. Their faces were beaded with cold rainwater, their clothes dripping.
Cheryl turned on the lights and the heater. "Here you go, stand here and get warm. I'll turn on the oven in the kitchen and it'll and get warm. I'll turn on the oven in the kitchen and it'll be warm in a few minutes."
Cheryl herself felt chilled to the bone, wet beyond belief. We've got to get out of these wet clothes, she thought. She went to the bedroom and found an old bathrobe for Angela, and one for herself. She took the first one out to the living room where Angela stood shivering before the heater.
Cheryl tossed her the robe. "We've got to get out of these clothes," she said.
"I know. I'm sure I've already got a cold," Angela shivered.
"Well, it'll get worse if you don't get out of those clothes. Well spread them out by the heater and dry them." Cheryl went into the bedroom to remove her own clothes.
"Nobody's getting near this heater for anything!" Angela shouted after her. "Not until I get warm!"
Cheryl waited a decent interval. Then she returned to the living room with her wet clothes and discovered that Angela was not finished. She stood entirely naked, except for her lace panties, in front of the heater. Her beautiful large tits rose slightly as she slipped her arms into the sleeves of the robe and wrapped it around her, tying the sash.
Cheryl realized that she was staring as Angela's eye caught hers. "I... I'm sorry, I... " she mumbled.
"Oh, don't be silly," Angela laughed. She got a chair and began spreading some of her clothes on its back near the heater. "You know, I'll bet we could both use a drink. You have any liquor?"
"Yes," Cheryl murmured. Still embarrassed, she stood in the doorway, unable to move.
"Why don't you pour us both a drink? Bring your things here and I'll fix them while you make the drinks. You have any Scotch?"
"Yes," Cheryl mumbled again.
"Fantastic!"
Cheryl went into the kitchen. She got the ice from the refrigerator and made them both a stiff Scotch and water. Her face was still hot and flushed. She was burning with shame. Stop it! she told herself. You can just stop it! What a thing to be embarrassed about!
If she were still blushing when she handed Angela her drink, Angela might draw the wrong conclusions. She tried to put it out of her mind, but it seemed as if Angela's large dark nipples breasts were still there before her eyes. She had never felt that way about another woman before in her whole life. Her hand was still shaking nervously, her face hot, when Angela appeared beside her and took a drink off the sinkboard.
Smiling, Angela lifted the glass. "Here's to your zombie rut."
Cheryl smiled back shyly and slinked glasses with her.
"You must be cold," Angela said. "Look at how you're shaking." She put an arm around Cheryl's shoulders and gave her a squeeze, then drew her toward the living room. "Here I am monopolizing the heater while you're still freezing to death. I want you to stand right there until you stop shaking, okay?"
Quickly, as she walked with Angela's arm around her, Cheryl drank large gulps of the Scotch, hoping it would stop her helpless quivering. But she could feel the warmth of Angela's flesh through the robes. And Angela held her so tightly that she could feel Angela's tit rubbing against her elbow. Stop it! she shrieked silently to herself.
Finally the combination of the liquor and the warmth from the heater began to calm her. She got control of herself. Angela sat nearby in a chair, sipping her drink. She crossed her legs and the skirts of the bathrobe fell away from her bare thighs. But Cheryl was relieved to find she could glance at the exposed flesh without flushing.
"Better now?" Angela asked. Either she did not sense the cause of Cheryl's panic, or she was willing to overlook it.
"Yes."
"I think the only thing that'd make me fill really warm again would be a bath," Angela said "Are you very hungry? We could take a bath, then fix dinner later."
Take a bath? Cheryl thought. You mean together? Oh, of course she doesn't mean that! she thought. Again she felt herself blushing fiercely. She was ashamed. She knew she really would like to take a bath with Angela. Never in her life had she felt so confused.
"I..." she hesitated, choking on her nerves. "If-if you want to take one, go right ahead."
"I can take one first. Then you." Angela smiled. She was so matter of fact. The tension that Cheryl felt didn't seem to affect her at all.
"Okay," Cheryl murmured, draining her drink. "I think I'll get another. Want one?"
"Sure." Angela handed Cheryl her empty glass.
In the kitchen making fresh drinks, Cheryl heard the water begin crashing into the tub in the bathroom. She began to wonder if Angela was truly as artless about all this as she seemed to be. She knew she would now have to take the drink into the bathroom to deliver it. Her hands quivered as she gripped the glasses. She had no choice but to find out. What was happening here, anyway?
Angela was not in the living room. The burning heat in Cheryl's face flashed again. She told herself not to assume. What am I doing! She thought. I'm acting like a lesbian or something! All because I saw her naked! I must be going crazy!
"Here's your drink!" she shouted toward the bathroom.
"Bring it in here, would you?" Angela shouted back.
Cheryl hesitated. She convinced herself that she was being silly. What could be wrong with taking Angela's drink to her in the bath? Even if Angela were naked, it would just give Cheryl the chance once and for all that her embarrassment was groundless. All the previous stuff was caused by some freak mood, like the fact that she was lonely and Angela was being friendly to her. Seeing it that way made her feel better. She went to the bathroom with both drinks.
When she walked through the door she saw Angela lying on her back naked in the water, smiling up at her. Angela's arms were bent at the elbows, her hands touching her shoulders. Her forearms pressed the sides of her breasts so that they wouldn't go slack. Instead they rose out of the water like two swollen moons, the dark brown nipples spreading out widely from the centers. She writhed a little so that the bathwater lapped over her skin and left it glistening with small drops.
Cheryl felt her face flushing again. Her breath quickened as Angela kept smiling at her. We can't let it come to that, she repeated over and over to herself. No, we can't let it come to that! But she couldn't take her eyes from the lovely swelling breasts and the rest of Angela's shapely body, all shiny from the water.
"Here ... here's your drink," she heard herself saying in a weak voice.
Angela pointed silently to the ledge at the end of the tub. Cheryl put the glass there.
"Would you scrub my back?" Angela asked, her voice soft and seductive. "Mmmmmmm?"
Cheryl shut her eyes and opened them. Everything was becoming so clear. It was no longer possible to think they were misunderstanding each other.
"Yes," she murmured, terrified at her willingness. "But you'll have to sit up."
"Of course," Angela said.
Slowly she lifted herself out of the water, giving Cheryl time to take in every delectable inch of her water slick flesh. She turned her face to the tiled wall, pulling aside the long black hair that covered her back.
Cheryl had to fight her nerves more than ever now. She took the soap and knelt on the floor beside the tub. She began to lather the silky expanse of Angela's lovely back. She kneaded the flesh and long muscles with her fingers, letting herself enjoy the warm slipperiness of the skin under her hands.
"It feels good," Angels murmured softly. "Cheryl, your fingers are magic!"
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it."
Cheryl poured streams of water down Angela's back to clear away the lather. Angela looked back over her wet shoulder with a plainly suggestive smile.
"Would you do my front too?" she asked.
With a desire she was ashamed to admit, Cheryl nodded shyly. Angela turned toward her. She's making it so hard for me, Cheryl thought. She's trapping me! She knows how afraid I am, and she's enjoying it! And so am I, God help me!
She took the soap and began to rub it across Angela's skin under her neck. Then she continued down slowly until she was actually soaping Angela's heavy breasts. Angela leaned back, supporting her head and shoulders against the wall. Cheryl made a rich white foam of lather over the front of the girl's body, all the way down to Angela's navel.
Angela's eyes were shut. Her lips were parted and she breathed softly but rapidly. Cheryl's hands stroked the slippery flesh of Angela's midriff, but she couldn't keep them away from the girl's large boobs. Slick with soap, the firm globes rolled under her fingers. She rubbed her thumbs across the wide puffy nipples.
She massaged and squeezed them gently, watching a small wince of pleasure twist Angela's mouth.
"Oh, Cheryl," Angela moaned. "Your hands are so good!"
The words excited Cheryl. She was surprised to feel her cunt getting wet in response. The blood was beating in her ears. Quickly she poured water over Angela's body, washing away the soap. Angela opened her eyes dreamily.
"Kiss them, Cheryl," she murmured. "Please."
Cheryl flushed. She suddenly noticed the steaming heat of the bathroom. She looked at Angela's lovely wet body and ached to do what Angela had asked. The girl's big brown nipples were half-erect, damp and succulent. Chery's mouth watered. Her tongue yearned for them. But she sucked in the hot steamy air instead and stumbled to her feet.
"No, Angela," she said, fighting it. "No, no, I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but I can't."
Angela's eyes were wide and shiny, still darkly dreamy from the warm pleasures of the bath and Cheryl's caresses. But she said nothing to stop Cheryl as Cheryl turned and rushed from the bathroom.
CHAPTER TWO
Cheryl was in the kitchen chopping celery when Angela finally rejoined her. Both were silent and nervous. Cheryl now noticed that the robe she had given Angela was actually too small for her. Angela's tits strained against the light flannel and the thick nubs of her nipples showed plainly.
"Cheryl, you'll have to forgive me for being frank," Angela said. "But the way you keep looking at my titties turns me on. And if you can't let yourself do anything about it, I wish you'd stop."
Cheryl felt her heart thumping under her ribs.
"Do anything about it?"
Angela rubbed the nape of Cheryl's neck with one gentle hand. "Look, I know what you're feeling. You don't have to hide it from me. I'm feeling it, too."
"You don't know what I'm feeling," Cheryl said defensively "You're feeling like you want to go to bed with me. Or maybe not that far yet. Maybe you just feel like you want to kiss my boobs. And when you had the chance, it scared you to death. You thought if you did, it'd make you a lesbian or something."
"That's right," Cheryl said, her mouth dry. She found it hard to look Angela in the eye. "Did you feel like that too? Like it would be wrong?"
"No," Angela said, smiling. "I thought it would be wonderful. I still think it would be wonderful."
"You've done it before, haven't you."
Angela nodded. "Don't look so horrified. It's not so bad."
"You're a lesbian."
"So are you, then," Angela grinned softly. "You can't deny you wanted to."
She's right, Cheryl thought. God, and I still want to, too! I want to fuck with her! Maybe it's because nobody's ever made me come, and somehow I think she can do it. Even if she is a girl. "But you're really a lesbian, aren't you," she repeated, as if unable to believe it.
Angela continued to smile. "Not in the way you mean. I like men, too. But I have made it with women before."
The whole thing sounded deliriously wicked to Cheryl. "How many?"
Angela's eyes flickered. "A few."
"I still con't get over feeling that it's wrong."
"I know. That's natural. I used to feel that way too. Until I decided to let my body have whatever pleasures it wanted. I wanted you to suck my breasts in there so badly it was almost unbearable."
The conversation was making Cheryl's blood race. "You mean if I went to bed with you, even if I liked it, that wouldn't mean I'm a lesbian?" Can you make me come? That's what I'm really asking you, she thought.
Angela laughed softly. "First of all, you'd like it. I can promise you that."
Cheryl's heart leaped up to her throat and began pounding furiously at the sound of the words. She can make me come! She's done it before, she knows how to do it!
"Secondly," Angela continued, "it doesn't mean anything at all if you won't want it to."
Cheryl didn't know what to say. She knew her resistance was crumbling. Her body felt hot and hungry. She didn't know how to suppress these new desires. "Why do you say you know I'd like it?" she asked in a small voice.
"Why don't you let me show you?" Angela asked softly.
"I don't know."
"It's up to you."
"I..." Cheryl's knees were shaking under her bathrobe. She shut her eyes, trying to think of a response. Then she opened them and looked at Angela, whose eyes were full of sympathy and yet murky with desire too.
"In the bedroom?" Angela prompted softly.
Cheryl nodded and moved slowly past her.
In the bedroom she sat alone on the bed, trying to get used to the thought of what she was about to do. Moments later Angela came in with a fresh drink for each of them. She was so relaxed about the whole thing that Cheryl felt herself growing calmer. Angela handed her one drink, then lit a cigarette and handed that to her, too.
Cheryl took a large drink of the Scotch. Her pulse was fluttering wildly. Angela closed the bedroom door and came back.
"Don't be nervous," she said sympathetically. "The most important thing of all is to relax as completely as you can."
"I'll try."
"The whiskey'll probably help."
"It's already helping."
Angela placed her own drink on the bedstand. Then she gently took Cheryl's out of her hand and placed it there, too. She took Cheryl's hand and drew her over before the full length mirror on the back of the door. Standing behind Cheryl, she reached around and undid Cheryl's sash. She peeled the robe off Cheryl's shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Cheryl caught Angela's eyes in the mirror. The eyes dipped to Cheryl's naked breasts. Angela lifted her hands and cupped them. Cheryl's knees weakened. Her nipples were already erect. Angela twirled each one with her fingers, sinking her teeth lightly into the back of Cheryl's neck at the same time. Cheryl's whole body erupted in shivers.
"Cheryl, you're beautiful!" Angela whispered.
Her hands squeezed and massaged the creamy flesh of Cheryl's burning breasts. Cheryl wanted to respond somehow to her whispers, but she was already whimpering with desire and fear. One of Angela's hands left her breast and slipped beneath the elastic band of her panties. Her fingers flicked upwards between Cheryl's thighs. They briefly grazed Cheryl's wet cunt lips, and Cheryl gasped sharply.
"Ahhh!"
"Steady," Angela whispered.
She worked the panties down to Cheryl's knees, letting them fall to the floor. Briefly her hands left Cheryl's body, but only long enough for her to slip out of her own robe. A moment later Cheryl felt Angela's tits pressing against her back. Angela's arms encircled her again from behind. She covered one of Cheryl's breasts with her hand, rubbing the hard nipple with her palm. Her other hand gently sawed the dripping lips of Cheryl's cunt.
Panting, nearly swooning, Cheryl leaned back against Angela as the girl toyed skillfully with her trembling body. Angela kissed her neck and the backs of her shoulders. Cheryl bit her lower lip. She could watch them in the mirror, her knees sagging, Angela's long fingers tenderly rubbing her cunt lips.
"Angela," she whispered. "I'm going to fall, I have to lie down."
"Relax," Angela whispered. "Relax ... relax."
She tugged Cheryl toward the bed, leaning down to strip away everything but the bottom sheet. Cheryl lay down on her back in the middle of the bed. Her thighs yawned open. She gazed up hotly at Angela.
"Cheryl, you're fantastic. So beautiful!" Angela murmured, her eyes hot with sex-fires.
For the first time Cheryl began to relax. She smiled, offering her body to Angela. No one had ever looked at her body like this girl did. Not Brad, not anybody. She felt her pulse hammer as Angela lay down beside her and kissed her. A hot delirium swept over her as the soft curves of Angela's naked body pressed everywhere against her.
She clasped Angela's naked back, squeezed her round asscheeks, feeling the heavy breasts and stiff nipples sweep over her rips as Angela's wet lips trailed down her throat. Angela planted small kisses all around her nipples. Then she stabbed one with her tongue and sucked it into the moist cavern of her mouth. Cheryl twisted and moaned, trying to relax her quivering muscles as Angela's mouth did incredible things to her breasts.
I'm being fucked by a woman, she thought. And it's good! And why am I so afraid when it's so good?
"Annnghh," she groaned, her nipple throbbing between Angela's ingenious lips. I love it, she thought. Oh, I love it, I love it! And it's so wrong to let her fuck me. And I want it so bad! "Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!"
She gasped as she suddenly felt Angela's lips against her pussy, without warning. Angela had pushed open her thighs. Then she spread away the hair from the wet aching slit, and her sensual lips were crawling against Cheryl's swollen cunt lips. For a brief moment, Cheryl went insane. Her body leaped and thrashed on the mattress as she felt Angela's tongue slither up the tight sleeve of her wet pussy. The sweet surprise of it was so great that she was blinded with pleasure.
"Relax ... relax, baby," Angela murmured.
Cheryl gasped and tossed her head. Then she obeyed. Her body went slack. Her thighs spread open again to give Angela access to her flowing cunt. Angela's spread the slippery lips with her fingers. She exposed Cheryl's clit and began to lick it, curling her long tongue around it. Then she sucked it between her soft lips.
Cheryl felt her insides beginning to boil. Her frantic hands found Angela's head where it bobbed between her straining thighs. She pulled the girl's face into her pussy.
"Ohhnnn, make me come!" she cried. "I'm going to come, I'm gonna-oh, An-Ange ... oh, oh, OHHHHH!"
The next few moments were unlike anything she had ever felt. Hot rippling liquid fires poured out of her cunt and through her body. Fierce blinding spasms wrenched her as she came. With Angela's mouth fastened to her cunt, she screamed through her climax. And when it was over she started sobbing uncontrollably. Because it was the first time, the very first time anyone else had ever made her come.
Angela's dark eyes were glazed and smoky. Cheryl gave her a long grateful kiss and Angela began to writhe against her.
"Me too," she murmured hotly. "Cheryl, eat me, lick my cunt, ohhhh I love it!"
"I... I've never done it," she whispered back.
But Angela's warm flesh seemed to be crawling all over her. She lifted her hands to the girl's full round breasts and squeezed them. Angela gasped wildly, her eyes rolling up past her lids. Her hands quivered with excitement as she grasped Cheryl's head and forced it down her neck and chest to her breasts.
"Suck them," she panted. "You wanted to in the bath, you wanted to, remember? Ohhhhhh, suck my nipples, suck me!"
Her luscious body undulated softly on the sheet beneath Cheryl. Her breasts rolled gently and she moved, her big nipples soft and inviting. The blood hammered in Cheryl's ears. She brought her mouth down to one quivering tit. She had never had another girl's breast in her mouth before, and she hesitated. But Angela's panting drove her crazy with desire. She pressed her open lips to Angela's large soft nipple and drew it between her teeth. Her tongue raced around the thick bud as the center sprang suddenly stiff.
Angela hissed with pleasure. Her wet nipple slipper out of Cheryl's mouth as she tossed and squirmed.
"God, do it hard, hard!" she begged in a husky groan.
Cheryl's mouth found Angela's other nipple. She bunched up Angela's boob in her hands, raised it to her lips and nipped at the stiff center with her teeth. Angela mewled crazily. Her hips twitched. Cheryl sucked the stiff nipple deeply into her mouth. At the same time she trailed her hand down Angela's leaping belly, over the silky fringe of her thatch, and thrust two fingers into the girl's flowing cunt.
Angela gagged. Her frantic hands began to push Cheryl's shoulders down. Her whole body rolled in pulsating waves of lust. She began to whimper and beg.
"Fuck me, Cheryl! Oh, I need it, I love it. Please, fuck me, hurry, hurry!" Cheryl obeyed quickly. She was afraid Angela might come without her help. She moved down between Angela's thighs, gazing at the red wet blossom of her cunt. Oh, I'm going to eat you, baby, she thought. I'm going to eat you good. I'm going to make you come, too.
Angela's hands went to her own breasts. She began rubbing them in a frenzy in huge circles, pinching her erect nipples. Her groin rolled and twitched in Cheryl's face. Her breath hissed between her teeth.
Cheryl closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to the girl's streaming cunt. She swirled her tongue over the slippery cunt lips. She felt the firm flesh of Angela's thighs clamp her ears and brought the firm flesh of Angela's thighs clamp her ears and brought her hands up and pushed them apart, spreading the long red slash open wide with her fingers and stabbing her tongue into the center hole.
"Annnnhhh!" Angela groaned, panting heavily.
Then her thighs clamped Cheryl's ears again. Her body shook and strained.
"Oh! Now, nowwwww!" she gasped. Her hips and groin rose off the mattress with Cheryl's head locked between her legs. "NOW! AAUNNGGGHHHH! OH! ANNIIEEEE!"
Cheryl's whole face was jammed into the girls slit. She sucked and swallowed Angela's pussyjuice thirstily. Angela's orgasm gripped her like a giant fist. She thrashed and wailed in the sharp grasp of it, her body seized by wild uncontrollable fits of pleasure. It seemed to take forever for her to stop coming. But finally she did. The two girls coiled together, kissing tenderly.
"I was right about you liking it, wasn't I?" Angela murmured to Cheryl.
"I never felt anything like it," Cheryl said. "You were so good to me."
"And you to me," Angela smiled.
"I'll let you in on a secret. But you won't believe me."
Cheryl blushed. She felt such new warmth and tenderness for Angela. It was unlike anything she had ever felt for Brad. She felt she had to explain it, but she feared sounding foolish.
"Try me," Angela said, caressing her cheek.
"I... that was the first time I've ever come in my whole life that I... I didn't do it myself."
"Poor darling," Angela soothed her. "You mean your husband never gave you an orgasm in all that time?"
"No."
"You masturbated?"
"Yes."
"Well, you won't have to do that anymore." She hugged Cheryl and kissed her lovingly. "You know, a woman can come almost indefinitely. All you have to do is have the energy."
"I came so fast. I wanted it to be long."
"I told you to relax. But you were nervous. It's natural your first time. It was probably better for you to come fast. That way you didn't have time to worry too much about whether you were a lesbian."
"But I was worried," Cheryl said. "And I'm still worried."
Angela rose up over her, propped on one elbow, stroking Cheryl's stomach with one hand. Her full right breast rubbed against Cheryl's, and Cheryl felt her cunt growing wet again.
"That's natural too," Angela purred.
Cheryl was aroused, but she didn't want to be swept away before getting answers to her questions. "Do you still do it with men?"
"Yes," Angela smiled. "Cheryl, there's lots of ways to come. Lots of ways to enjoy your body and other bodies. Lesbian is just a word. I want to fuck you again, I want to eat your lovely cunt. Do you want me to make you come?"
"God, yes! Can I do it again, so soon?"
"Of course, "Angela whispered. "Do you care if that makes you a lesbian? Do you want me to get dressed and go home?"
"No. Please don't. I...I want you to fuck me."
Angela's Lips found Cheryl's and gave her a burning kiss. Her hand moved rapidly over Cheryl's pulsating boobs, pulling the silky skin of the nipples.
"Honey," Angela breathed into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you all night."
"God help me," Cheryl moaned. "I love it! I want it, I want you all over me, Angela!"
"This time you'll relax and come and come,"
Angela murmured.
She massaged Cheryl's body slowly, patiently. Cheryl stretched out beneath her, thighs spread, arms extended, totally vulnerable and receptive to whatever caress Angela gave her. She trembled and moaned as the sweet sensations at times grew nearly unbearable. For a long time Angela avoided her splayed thighs and groin. Instead she explored every other inch of Cheryl's hot body.
Cheryl felt the girl's wet tongue in her armpits, then tickling the deep cup of her navel. Angela's gentle teeth ringed her nipples and nipped the taut skin on the underside of her knees. Her fingers kneaded the firm flesh of Cheryl's ass. Her mouth sucked the muscles of Cheryl's calves.
Cheryl moaned and bit her fist to keep from crying out. She felt Angela's lips on her inner thighs and knew that Angela was delaying the inevitable so that she would beg. Crazy with need, she gave in.
"Please, Angela, oh, do it!" Her voice was low and hoarse. "Eat me. Suck my cunt, oh, Angela, please!"
But Angela refrained. She gave Cheryl only one tantalizing swipe of her tongue across Cheryl's aching cunt lips before moving her head up Cheryl's stomach again, bringing new torture to Cheryl's flaring nipples. Cheryl thought she would die if it didn't come soon.
"Oh, do it to meeeee!" she moaned helplessly.
"I will... I will," Angela whispered.
Finally her mouth returned to Cheryl's cunt and pressed against it. A sharp cry ripped itself from Cheryl's throat.
"Aanngghhhh!"
She tossed and whipped her head violently to and fro on the sheet. But this time she did her best to keep her pelvis from flipping too much. She held her twitching hips with her hands as Angela sucked the flaming edges of her wet pussy. Angela's tongue wriggled deep into her slit. She tongue-fucked Cheryl for a long time, then sucked Cheryl's clit into her lips.
Cheryl could barely breathe. Her cunt was seething, overflowing with juice. Angela's tongue swirled over her clit, sucking the small bud stiff. And suddenly Cheryl was coming without warning, grunting with helpless passion and squeezing Angela's head between her thighs as powerful spasms convulsed her entire body.
"UNNGGHHHH! OH, GOD! UNNGGHHHHH!" she grunted and panted.
The first shocks of her climax subsided into hundreds of slow palpitating waves that streamed through her aching pussy. When it was over she was totally exhausted, drenched with sweat, so fatigued that she could barely life her arms. Still, die giggled softly as Angela stretched out beside her.
"I can barely move," she whispered. "It takes everything out of me to come like that. God, I had no idea!"
Angela smiled and drew Cheryl's limp hand down to her own cunt, which was again sopping wet and warm. "Rub me softly for a while," she said," and I'll show you something." Her eyeballs rolled upward and she gasped.
Cheryl pressed two fingers together and rubbed them up and down over the wet little nub of Angela's clit. Angela quivered, A deep sob gurgled in her throat. She came instantly, a tight bursting spasm that shook her flesh.
"Ohhh yesssss!" she panted. "Keep it up, that's it, just keep it up, yesss, like that, ahhhhh!"
She spread her thighs to make it easier for Cheryl. She panted softly, her eyelids fluttering and her eyeballs rolling up again. She pressed her palms flat against the sheet and completely relaxed her body. Now her quivering was involuntary, her pelvis rolling gently into Cheryl's hand. She came again, hissing between her teeth and whimpering deep in her throat. Her cunt flooded with juice, bathing Cheryl's fingers.
"Ye... yessss... keep it up, oh! Suck my boobs, Cheryl."
Cheryl could hear her trying to calm her I breathing, striving to keep her body relaxed. She slipped her arm under Angela's neck. She kept her hand moving in the same steady motion in the girl's pussy. Then she lowered her mouth to one large round nipple and closed her lips on it.
"Hard, Cheryl! Suck it hard!" Angela groaned.
Her whole body was suddenly clutched by a sharp tremor. Cheryl sucked deeply on the soft nipple, drawing her slimy fingers up the hot slit of Angela's cunt, and felt her come again. This time Angela's trembling thighs leaped in response to her orgasm. They closed on Cheryl's hand, but only for a moment. Angela let them spread apart again. Her face was contorted with nearly unbearable pleasure.
Cheryl had never known anyone could come three times in a row like that. God, do you suppose I could do that too? she thought. She bent her mouth to Angela's nipples again, sucking them hard. She heard the deep clamped-off squeals of delight wheeze in Angela's throat.
"Oh! Oh!" Angela cried. Again she came. Sounds of pleasure spluttered from her lips as her body rolled and she fought to keep it relaxed.
My God, how long can she keep it up? Cheryl thought. She licked Angela's wet nipples passionately. Angela's hands fluttered with convulsions, dancing over her taut thighs toward the open red gash of her cunt. But she yanked them back to her sides and forced the palms flat against the sheet again.
"Suck me!" she moaned. "Oh suck me, Cheryl, please do it, please suck my tits! I can come!"
Cheryl's head swam with hot lust. She fell with crazy hunger on Angela's hard jutting nipples. She sawed the girl's runny pussy with her hand. At the same time she sucked and bit and squeezed and pinched Angela's beautiful boobs until she thought any normal woman would be screaming with pain.
She twirled the thick nipples with her fingers, then sucked them down into her throat. Angela's hands leaped off the bed and bit spasmodically into Cheryl's bare shoulders. She gagged hoarsely and came once again.
Again she let her body flop back on the bed and forced it to relax. Her breath came in tortured gasps. She could barely speak. Her eyes were glazed and wild.
"More ... Cheryl, oh ... more, I can come! Oh God, I can come forever! ! I...ohhhh!" she moaned.
"Oh, Angela, honey!" Cheryl murmured. "I'm hurting you, baby. I can't go on."
Angela's glazed eyes implored her. "Fu ... fuck me, please fuck me I'm not finished! Please, Cheryl! Keep it up!"
The blood thumped in Cheryl's ears. Her hand was motionless in the warm folds of Angela's wet pussy. Again she drew her fingers across the girl's swollen clit and watched Angela shake and shudder.
"Oh, yes, yesssss!" Angela moaned.
Again Cheryl bent her lips to the girl's engorged purplish nipples. If I keep sucking them that hard, I'll suck blood out of them! she thought. But suddenly Angela's body strained and grew taut. Her face was frozen in a cry of extreme agony. Cheryl knew that the huge orgasm was near, the one she had been begging for. Angela's body twitched and strained and thrashed crazily. Cheryl raped her streaming pussy and sucked her tit viciously. Angela bore down with her heels on the mattress and began to come.
"UUNNHH!" she wailed.
Cheryl held on as the spasms ripped Angela apart. Then she folded the girl in her arms. She kissed Angela and rocked her gently. Oh God, can I come like that? Can I really come like that? she thought.
CHAPTER THREE
At work the following day they agreed to meet again after work at Cheryl's apartment.
"It's Friday night," Angela had whispered to her during their coffee break. "We can fuck all weekend."
The thought was so exciting that Cheryl didn't trust herself to respond.
But when she got home from work that evening, she found her brother Ronnie sitting outside her apartment. With him was a tall good-looking guy about the same age whose name was Curt.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise," she said, letting them in after her.
She knew her voice sounded false, but she tried not to show her disappointment. Her only thoughts were of being alone in bed with Angela. But she tried to be nonchalant.
"What are you doing here, Ronnie?"
"Semester break," Ronnie said. "Curt and I thought we'd come up here to San Francisco and look around for a few days. You said any time, remember? You said I could flake out on your floor."
Curt looked her up and down slyly, with admiration. It gave her a funny excited feeling.
"I know I did," she said. "And you can, too. I wish you would have called, though."
"Why, you have something planned?"
She walked around the apartment, turning on the lights, tossing her coat in the bedroom. She felt Curt's eyes lurking on her legs, on the swell of her ass. "Not exactly," she said. "I mean, nothing I can't postpone."
"I'll simply have to go over to her place, she thought. Instead of her coming over here. She felt slightly ashamed. She knew she couldn't let her brother know she was having a lesbian relationship. She couldn't let him sense the kind of hunger she had for the body of another girl.
"If it's important, Cheryl, we can split. Curt knows some people up here too."
"I can find us a place to sleep," Curt said. They were the first words he had spoken. Something in the tone of his voice sounded to Cheryl like he was addressing her with the same boldness his eyes used on her body.
"I wouldn't think of it," Cheryl said. "You're staying here. Look, why don't you run down to the store and get some stuff to eat, and I'll cook the three of us a dinner, okay?'
She wrote out a small list and gave it to Ronnie. While they were gone, she phoned Angela.
"My brother and a friend of his are here. I promised him he could stay here if he ever came up. I don't know what to do. I guess you'd better not come over."
Angela was calm. "Of course. You don't want him to know."
"Not really."
"I understand. You can come over here."
"I will. But it's their first night here. I might have trouble getting away. But I'll try like crazy. I want you."
Angela laughed softly. "I want you too, baby. But if you can't make it tonight, there's always tomorrow. Just see how it goes. Come over later, if you can." She laughed softly again. "Listen, would it embarrass you to know that my cunt is just itching for the feel of your tongue?" mine is too, for yours! Honey, I want to fuck with you again so much!"
"We will, baby. We will," Angela murmured.
After Cheryl hung up she felt guilty. She realized that her excuse seemed plausible enough.
But she knew she could get away if she really wanted to. But before she could think about it any more the guys returned with the groceries, and she began dinner.
While they ate, they talked about the college where Ronnie and Curt went to school, and about Cheryl's divorce from Brad. Ronnie had never liked Brad, and now he no longer had to conceal his dislike.
"Good," he said. "It's about time you got rid of that creep."
Cheryl blushed. She didn't feel like defending Brad, but she couldn't let that pass. "Ronnie, I won't listen to that," she said. Brad and I couldn't make it, that's all. It happens to lots of couples. It had nothing to do with the kind of person he is."
Ronnie snickered as he gulped down his food. "Sorry. But I don't think anyone could make it with him." He smiled slyly.
"I wasn't talking about that!" Cheryl snapped. But she knew she sounded too defensive.
Curt jumped into the conversation with his smooth slightly mocking voice. "Well, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't want to get married anyway," he said. "Ronnie's right. I mean, I never knew this ex-husband of yours, but why should you want to be locked up with one man for the rest of your life?"
Cheryl was embarrassed but managed to smile. "Maybe you're right," she mumbled. She quickly changed the subject. "Well, how long do you two plan to stay?"
"Just a few days," Ronnie said. "Maybe a week. I know a girl from school who lives up here, and she's home for vacation. I thought I'd call her tonight and see if anything's happening."
"Don't want to waste any time, eh?" Cheryl said.
Curt pushed his chair away from the table, stretching and yawning. "Well, you go right ahead, Ronnie," he said. "But I'm bushed. If your sister doesn't mind, I'd just as soon watch a little tube and go to sleep."
Ronnie looked at Cheryl. "You don't mind if Curt stays here while I go over to Amy's house, do you?"
"Of course not," Cheryl said. She took care not to look at Curt's eyes as she agreed.
Ronnie made the call while Cheryl and Curt cleared the table. His friend Amy was home. "I might be late," he grinned suggestively.
"Just take care you don't hurt the sweet little thing," Curt joked.
Cheryl took her spare key from the kitchen drawer and gave it to her brother. "All I ask is that you be quiet when you come in," she said. "My beauty rest is more important to me than your little affairs."
Ronnie winked. "If I don't make it back at all, don't call the police."
"Ronnie!" Cheryl said, pretending to scold him.
Her brother left, and she and Curt were alone.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked him.
"Sure. But don't let me bother you. Just do what you usually do. You can pretend I'm not even here."
His eyes were steady and bold, but Cheryl looked right into them now. It made her tingle, and suddenly she knew why she had stalled Angela. Somewhere inside she had expected this moment to arrive. And now she found herself filled with excitement and indecision.
"How could I pretend that?" she said.
Curt grinned. Slowly he reached out and took her hand. She pulled it away. She realized that she wanted to torment him a little.
"I'm going to take a bath," she said, looking at him darkly. "It's what I usually do, as you put it."
"Whatever," he shrugged, grinning like a cat.
"There's instant coffee on the sinkboard."
He kept smiling. "Okay."
She took her bath, washing her naked body and towelling it with care. She found herself tingling with anticipation. She went into her bedroom and shut the door and phoned Angela, telling her she was heartbroken that she couldn't make it over.
"Baby, it's all right," Angela murmured. "Family is family. I think I'll just he here in bed and... masturbate and pretend it's you."
Cheryl hung up the phone. She was tingling too much from Angela's words and from Curt's presence in the other room to feel guilty. She pulled her bathrobe over her naked body and went into the living room. Curt was sprawled on the sofa watching TV and smoking a cigarette.
"Did you make any coffee?" she asked, trying to conceal her nerves.
"No," he answered lazily.
"Don't you want some?"
"No." He stared boldly into her eyes, then let his gaze travel down her body.
She sat down and picked up a magazine. You have to do something too, Curt, if you want me, she thought. I can't do it all.
"How long have you been living here without your husband?" he finally asked. Again he was grinning his catlike grin at her.
"Oh, a month or two," she said. She flipped the magazine pages, acting bored. But suddenly she realized that he was nervous too. Maybe not as nervous as she, but still uncertain how to proceed. After all, I am his friend's sister, she thought.
"You sure do know how to make a man uncomfortable," he said.
She glanced up at him, trying not to blush. "Why do you say that?"
"You aren't wearing anything under that robe."
"Well, I just took a bath."
"You mean if I go in there and take a bath, I can come out here with no clothes, too?"
She met his suggestive grin with one of her own. "Sure," she said.
"What if I skip the bath?"
Cheryl put down the magazine. The suspense was killing her. Her hands rested in her lap and she deliberately but unobtrusively loosened the belt of her robe. At the same time she asked, "Can I have one of your cigarettes?"
"Sure." He pointed to them on the coffee table. "Help yourself."
Well, here goes, she said to herself. She got out of her chair and went to the coffee table. She felt the robe slide open to reveal her tits, her stomach, her thighs. His burning eyes were fastened on her naked body. She bent to pick up the shorts until his hard cock slipped out, twitching before her face. She reached out and encircled it with one hand, feeling its stiff ridges and full pulsing veins. God, what a magnificent prick! she thought. She squeezed it and felt his whole body wince with pleasure.
"God, Curt, it's beautiful."
"You like it?"
"I love it. I want it in me. Fuck me, Curt. Fuck me, put it in me."
Her pussy was hot and bathed in juice. The only prick it had ever felt was Brad's. And now she wanted this one. She wanted to be stuffed full of this big throbbing prick of Curt's. She knew he could make her come. Her body was already on fire. Briefly the image of Angela's face crossed her mind. But she didn't even feel guilty. She knew she wasn't a lesbian now. She wanted this man to fuck her so badly that she could almost feel herself coming already just by holding his hot cock in her hand.
"Don't you want to kiss it first?" Curt whispered.
She glanced up at his face. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes."
Cheryl swallowed drily. She had never taken a prick into her mouth before. And the massive throbbing organ in her hand thrilled and terrified her. Curt caressed her cheek with the knuckles of one hand. Then he dropped both hands to her breasts, squeezing them and twisting the nipples. He was breathing hard, too.
"Suck it, baby," he said. "Suck it. Just keep your teeth in." He smiled.
She opened her mouth wide and put her lips over the bulbous head of his cock. Then she lowered her head and let the whole long stalk slide into her wet mouth. Curt gasped sharply. His hands closed over her ears as she sucked him deep.
Cheryl still wanted him to fuck her. Her whole body cried for it. But she had never felt anything like this hot hard prick in her mouth, stabbing the back of her throat. She gagged with crazy joy when he fucked upward into the roof of her mouth. She grasped the root of his rigid cock with her hands. She pulled the stiff pole up straight and then plunged her mouth up and down on it, cramming her mouth full of it.
But I can't let him come in my mouth! she thought. It's so awful. And he won't be able to fuck me. It'll get limp! When she thought he was near, she would tear her mouth away and beg him to put it in her. But there was no chance of that, it turned out. Panting fiercely, Curt groaned and stiffened. His strong hands forced her head down. Before she could do anything, her mouth was filled with hot spurting fluid. There was so much of it that she couldn't do anything but swallow quickly. The more she gulped, the more seemed to spill into her mouth. And she sucked it down thirstily, wondering how he could have so much.
Finally his hands slipped away from her head. His body slackened, and his rapid breathing subsided. She let his softening cock slip out of her mouth and cradled it in her hands, licking the last pearly drops of jism from the head.
"You like it?" Curt chuckled lazily.
She took the head of his soft cock into hei mouth once again and swirled her tongue around it, making him wince and shudder. "I love it," she said. She traveled up his body with her mouth, kissing him everywhere. She felt his hands slide down her bare back and grasp her ass. His fingers slithered into her soupy cunt from behind.
"Unnhhh!" she gasped. "The only trouble is I... oh! Ooohhh, Curt, unnhhh! I have to wait for you to fuck me."
"You won't have to wait long, baby."
"Oh, I hope not!" she hissed. Circling her shoulders with one arm and plunging his fingers even deeper into her pussy, he flipped her onto her back on the sofa. His hand jabbed wildly into her wet cunt while he nibbled her neck and shoulders with his teeth. Then he fell again to her swollen breasts, kneading the firm globes with his free hand, sucking her nipples so fiercely that she wanted to scream. But her breath rasped in her throat.
"Oh God, oh God!" she moaned, her pelvis rolling. Her frantic hand clawed at his naked hip, then found his prick, which was again huge and hot. Already! she thought. She pulled it. "Curt, put it in me!" she panted.
He moved over her and spread her thighs with his hands. Then he lay the thick bulbous head of his prick on her slippery cunt lips. She looked up at his face, dying to be fucked, imploring him with her eyes. His hands raced roughly over her burning body, then up to her shoulders, embracing her and pulling her strongly down on his cock at the same moment that he drove it into her.
"Agghhhh!" she gagged, feeling the stiff shaft stab deep into her pussy, blinding her with quick pain. "Oh, God, it hurts! Ahhh! Unhh!"
He pulled it out and drove it into her again. She felt the edge of his cock scrape along her clit as he rammed it up her. Again she winced with pain, but the hot throbbing of her cunt obligated it. She had never been fucked like this. She had never known anyone could fuck her like this. His cock was so huge. It felt ten times bigger than Brad's. At times it hurt so badly when it pierced her that she could barely stand it. But she clawed his ass with her fingernails, pulling the gigantic prick into her. Her pelvis flipped up from the sofa to meet it.
Curt fucked into her wet trench with quick vicious stabs, grunting and writhing on top of her. The pain that came with each battering plunge of his cock soon disappeared in the boiling fury of sensations that were gathering into her climax. Suddenly she stiffened and stopped breathing. She felt his groin slam into hers. His huge cock seemed to burst the walls of her aching pussy. And then she was coming, squealing and thrashing.
"ANNUNNNN!" she groaned. "UNH! OOHHNNNN!"
Still coming, she felt him clench too. Then she heard his hoarse cry and felt the insane pulsing of his prick and the hot jets of cum spurting into her.
Finally he collapsed on her, panting heavily. She caressed his back gently. She felt gloriously happy. It was the first time a man had ever made her come. And though the pain had been there, her orgasm had been overwhelming. If it took a huge cock like his to make her come, then she would swallow and bite back the pain any day, she thought. Also, now she knew she was not a lesbian. And she smiled as she realized that in the future she would enjoy fucking with Angela even more since she wouldn't have to worry that she was somehow perverted.
She hugged Curt and kissed his ear. He held her face between his hands and kissed her mouth "Baby, your a great fuck, you know that"
"I'm so glad you think so."
"Sorry I had to hurt you like that."
She gazed into his dark flickering eyes. Somehow she knew he was only telling half the truth. Part of him had loved hurting her.
"You're just too big for me, that's all," she murmured. "But it was great. I've never been fucked so good. I mean it."
CHAPTER FOUR
Ronnie didn't come home that night. Cheryl took Curt to bed with her and it wasn't long before his cock was rigid as a piece of pipe again. This time he seemed capable of going on for hours without coming. He was patient. He knew he could hurt her with his big cock, so he fucked her softly until he sensed that she wanted it hard. Then he punctured and reamed her with it, jabbing her into fresh tortured orgasms.
In the early morning they awoke and went into the kitchen, still naked. Cheryl fried some eggs and made coffee. They were just beginning to eat when the doorbell rang. Cheryl froze.
"Ronnie!" she said. "He must've mislaid his key."
Curt merely nodded. Cheryl ran to the bedroom and snatched up her bathrobe. Then she went quickly to the door. She tried to be ready for whatever Ronnie would say when he glanced into the kitchen and saw his naked buddy sitting there. She opened the door. It was Angela.
"Oh!" she half-squealed, trying to mask her surprise. "It's you! Hi."
Angela's face was friendly, concerned. "Can I come in?"
"Well..."
Angela frowned. "Is something the matter, Cheryl? I couldn't stop thinking of you. I thought I'd Cheryl kept the door open only a crack, gripping the knob tightly. "Well... " She didn't know what to day. "I.. you'd better not. I think I might be getting a cold."
Angela smiled and pushed against the door. "Come on," she smiled. "You can let me in. I'll fix you some tea or something."
"No." Cheryl held the door in place. Then she opened it and stepped outside into the hallway. She pulled the door almost shut behind her. "I-well, I can't let you in right now."
Angela suddenly understood. "Is it a man, Cheryl?" she asked softly.
Cheryl nodded. She wanted to embrace Angela and say she was sorry. But she wasn't sorry. She cared as much as ever for the girl. But she wasn't sorry.
Angela looked sad. "I'm glad it is, in a way," she said softly, her eyes shiny. "At least it's not-" But she couldn't go on. She shook her head, the pain of jealousy and loss clearly showing in her eyes. "Goodbye, baby," she whispered.
She turned to go, but Cheryl grabbed her arm. "No, Angela. It doesn't change anything. I still want you. It was kind of an accident."
Angels smiled. "That helps," she murmured. "I mean, that you still care for me."
Cheryl realized that silent tears were spilling down her cheeks. "Angela, I want you." She moaned softly so that Curt would not overhear. "You can't just-"
Angela shook her head slowly. "No, you want him. It's not your brother, is it?"
Cheryl was horrified. "God, no! What do you think I am? It's a friend of his."
Angela smiled wryly. "Well, you can't have us both, Cheryl. I mean, maybe he wouldn't mind, but I would."
"Angela, you can't just walk away."
Angela sighed, "Yes. Yes I can. I don't want to, but I can." She bit her lower Up. "I'm sorry, baby."
She turned and went down the stairs. Cheryl called after her, but Angela didn't turn around. Stunned, Cheryl watched her disappear. She went back inside.
"Who was that?" Curt asked, his mouth full of food.
"Something important. I have to go out."
"What for?"
She ignored him and went into the bedroom and dressed. When she came out he was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his limp cock hanging obscenely between his hard thigh muscles. He munched on a piece of toast.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to go out, Curt. I'm sorry, it's important."
"Was that some boy friend?"
"No."
He grinned. "Oh. You can tell me. I don't give a shit."
"It wasn't." I'll bet you'd give a shit if I told you, she thought.
"Whatever you say. Will you be back soon?"
"Probably."
"Hell, honey," he grinned. "We haven't even started yet."
She smiled back. She wanted to walk over to him and grab his cock, fall to her knees and take it in her mouth. But she knew where that would lead. "I'll be back," she said. "And you'd better be here. I want more."
She took a cab to Angela's apartment, hoping the girl would be there. But she didn't know if she was right. It's crazy of me, she thought, to expect her to run home and sob her heart out just because she caught me with Curt. But she had to try something. She rang the bell. Angela opened the door. She was dry-eyed but aloof.
"Can I come in?" Cheryl asked.
"Do you think you should?"
"I want to."
"That's not what I asked you."
"Angela, don't treat me like a child. Ask me in or send me away."
"How did you know I'd be here?"
"I didn't. I just took a chance."
Still indecisive and suspicious, Angela opened the door wide enough for Cheryl to get in. Cheryl squeezed through, feeling the chill that came from Angela's small living room, full of anxiety, neither one knowing what to say.
"Tell me about him," Angela finally said.
"It was really kind of an accident. He's Ronnie's friend. He was there. We just kind of... "
"I can guess the details," Angela snapped.
"I don't think you have to be so mean about it. If it were you, you would've done the same thing."
"You don't know that."
"You told me you like men too."
"That doesn't mean I gobble up every prick that dangles in front of my face. Look Cheryl, I don't have any right to judge you for what you're doing. I care about you, but I don't own you. What you do with your body is your business. If you want to fuck him, that's okay. But it hurts me too much just to sand by and wait until you get back to me."
"Angela, it's not that way at all!" Cheryl said.
The throbbing of her own voice made Cheryl aware of the growing heat of her desire. I want you, Angela! she thought. I want you now. I want to feel your body under me. I want to show you that it doesn't matter, that he can't come between us. She got out of her chair and crossed the room to Angela, kneeling on the floor in front of her.
"Cheryl, I think you'd better go. This isn't a good idea."
But Cheryl could see the same fires in Angela's eyes, fires she had seen there before. She had dressed in such a hurry that she had not worn a bra. And now with one movement, she pulled her sweater up over her head, baring her upper body. Angela looked down at her breasts, then shut her eyes and turned her head away.
"Cheryl, don't. Please don't."
Cheryl leaned forward and pressed her tingling breasts against Angela's legs, pushing them into the flesh of Angela's calves, drawing them up and down her shins. She ran her hands up Angela's thighs beneath her skirt, gently prying apart her knees. She dangled one of her naked breasts between Angela's knees, then pressed them together on the firm globe, squeezing it so that her nipple grew swollen and dark.
Cheryl struggled to her feet. She cupped her breasts in her hands and held them out to Angela. She leaned over so that they were only inches from Angela's parted lips and whispered, "Angela, suck me... suck me."
A tremor gripped her as she felt Angela's warm breath on her nipples. She shut her eyes as Angela's lips closed over her left nipple with agonizing sweetness. Angela clasped her waist, drawing her closer, nuzzling her naked breasts hotly. Cheryl tilted her head back and enjoyed the aching pleasure the wet moving mouth gave her.
Angela drew her down into her lap. She tongued and sucked Cheryl's nipples hungrily. "You don't play fair, do you?" she murmured.
"It's only you I want," Cheryl said. "Ohhhh, you're so good to me. Your mouth is so good."
Angela kissed her neck and shoulders. "You think if we fuck, that'll make it go away?" Cheryl, it'll only make it worse."
"Ohhh, no... ohhhh, no," Cheryl whispered. She slid off Angela's lap and ran her hands up Angela's warm thighs until her thumbs met and pressed the damp silk covering her crotch. Angela's eyes rolled upward. Cheryl slipped each thumb under the elastic of the girl's panties and sunk them both in Angela's wet pussy. Angela's head fell back, and she groaned with lust.
"Anngghh! Oh... Cheryl, it's not fair." Cheryl knew she didn't have time to coax Angela into the bedroom. On the way there, Angela would have time to change her mind, to back out of it. So she quickly stripped off Angela's panties, then her skirt. Her hand darted in and out of Angela's flowing pussy as she worked. Angela squirmed, lifting her ass to help with the undressing.
Now her whole lower body was naked. Her smooth belly quivered with excitement. Cheryl rubbed her hard-nippled boobs all over Angela's knees and thighs. Angela slumped down in the chair, panting, eyes shut. She spread her thighs widely. Her clenched asscheeks were perched on the edge of the chair. The open wet slash of her cunt lay uptilted to Cheryl's face.
Without hesitating, Cheryl kissed the pulpy raw slit. She slurped the cunt hungrily, licking the swollen pussylips, swallowing Angela's juices greedily. She pressed her face into Angela's long red gash until her lips and chin and nose were smeared with the girl's warm fluids. Angela gasped incoherently. She locked her hands behind Cheryl's head and began to fuck up into her mouth.
"Ahhnn! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh, yessss!" she moaned.
Cheryl loved the taste of Angela's cunt. She loved the way she could make the girl writhe and squeal and shiver with desire. She felt her own pussy pouring with juice. She thrusted a hand under her skirt, clawed her panties down her thighs, and masturbated crazily as she sucked Angela. The chair rocked as Angela strained and gasped. She flipped her pelvis up frantically into Cheryl's devouring mouth. Deep moans came from her throat in rhythm with her twitching groin.
"Unnhh! Oh! Ohhhnnnn! Fuck me ... eat me! Yessss! Oh god, honey ... honey, eat me eat me fuck me fuck me!"
Then a sharp squeal escaped her. She dug her fingernails into the flesh of her thighs, then erupted in a long tumultuous orgasm. The two of them were locked together, mouth to cunt, in a violent rocking and surging that nearly knocked over the chair.
"UUNNGGHHHH!" Angela grunted. "AANN-GGHHIEEEE!" she screamed as the climax seized her.
Cheryl glanced up and saw Angela's face wet with tears following the intensity of the release. Gently she tugged the girl out of the chair, down to the floor, She stripped off Angela's blouse and her bra. Her own desire was left unquenched by Angela's climax.
"I want to fuck you forever," she murmured. She squeezed Angela's beautiful big breasts, licking the hard nipples.
Angela quickly surfaced from the swoon of her orgasm. Her hands raced to Cheryl's skirt, unzipped it and slid it down her thighs along with the panties. Suddenly her fingers were deep inside Cheryl's cunt, jabbing and probing it fiercely. Angela's hand fucked her so violently that Cheryl was overcome by the surprisingly viciousness of it. Her body went slack under the loving fury of Angela's attack. She surrendered herself to the sweet rape, feeling the sharp teeth that ringed her pulsing nipples and the long plunging fingers that tortured her pussy.
"Oh, baby!" she whimpered to Angela. "You're hinting me! Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard, yes, hard!"
Angela's crazed beautiful face hovered over her. She could see the intense mixture of love and hate in Angela's eyes. The girl was fucking her so roughly out of both vengeance and lust.
"I love you... I love you!" Angela kept repeating deliriously, ramming her hand into Cheryl.
Cheryl's cunt was raw with fire. Her entire body ran with flames where Angela's naked flesh touched it. Angela was fucking her and punishing her at the same time, and she loved it. Willingly she gave her body to the girl. Within seconds the raping, plunging hand brought her to a climax that seemed to rip her writhing body in two.
"UNNHHHH!" she moaned as it gripped her.
Later as she was dressing, getting ready to leave, Cheryl got an idea. Angela was still naked, her lovely body stretched across the white sheets where they had gone to fuck again after the quick episode on the floor. And as Cheryl looked at her she couldn't help suddenly seeing Curt there too. And herself. The three of them, tangled together, struggling and moaning in one hot mass of tingling flesh. The idea scared and excited her. What would it be like in bed with both of them? The two of them had brought her to heights of sexual pleasure she had never thought possible. Think of it, both of them fucking me at the same time! she thought. Though right now her body felt depleted and raw and sore, the thought still made her blood race again.
"Angela," she said timidly, half-afraid even to admit such thoughts. "Yes?"
"I just got kind of a funny idea. I mean, it's kind of embarrassing, but I wonder ..."
Angela stretched lazily and smiled. "You can tell me," she said. "Is it about him?"
"Yes."
"Let me guess. You want to get the three of us together."
"How did you know?"
"Something in your eyes,"
Cheryl blushed. "What do you think?"
"I think he must really know how to use his tool."
"He does."
"Did you want to bring him over tonight?"
"God, no. I'm exhausted, aren't you? But you mean you think it's a good idea? You wouldn't mind?"
Angela's grin was devilish. "If you want to know the truth, it sounds exciting as hell to me. I've never done anything like that before."
"Me either. Look, tonight's bad. I'm too tired and sore. But why don't you just come home with me after work tomorrow night? Well pull a surprise on him."
"Sounds good to me. Now come here and give me a kiss before you leave."
Cheryl went over to the bed, sat on it, and kissed Angela's mouth. Unable to resist, she kissed her shoulders too, and her breasts and soft brown nipples, until Angela suddenly gasped.
"Oh baby! You'd better get out of here while I'll still let you go."
In the morning Cheryl got up early and went off to work, leaving Curt still asleep. He had fucked her three times again during the night. And though she had thought she was too tired and sore to take it, she looked forward to more.
Still, just the idea of getting back into the work routine made her feel good. It was like proving she was not going to fall off the track and go mad with dissipation simply because all this incredible sex had taken her by surprise. Throughout the morning she worked diligently. She managed to keep her thoughts off both Angela and Curt, and what she had devised for tonight.
She didn't want to think about it. She knew she was taking a risk. What if the two of them really bit it off? What if they decided to cast her aside? At work she purposely avoided Angela, except for one moment at lunch when they confirmed their plans for after work. Even Angela seemed nervous.
Cheryl ate lunch with Kim instead. She had not talked much with Kim since the affair with Angela had started. It was mainly out of the fear that Kim would be able to read the word lesbian written all over her face. But now that she had put an end to her own fears by fucking all the time like a lust-crazed rabbit with Curt, she felt there was less to worry about.
She had always liked Kim. The girl's aloof reserve was somehow fascinating. And Cheryl herself had become so sexualized during the past few days that she couldn't help realizing again how stunning Kim was. Sitting across from her at the lunch table, she caught herself in a fantasy of seducing Kim. Peeling away the clothes from her exquisitely shaped body ... making her moan with skillful kisses ... clasping her tightly as she cried out while coming. The fantasy made her extremely nervous. She didn't want Kim to catch on. So she finished her lunch extra quickly, and made an excuse to go to the powder room.
After work she and Angela took the bus to her apartment. As they entered the lobby of the building, they gave each other a nervous glance.
They paused by the elevator.
"If you want to call it off, Cheryl, I'll understand," Angela said.
Cheryl looked into Angela's eyes. She saw reflected there the same fear and anxiety she felt. She leaned over and whispered.
"Angela, I'm scared too. I really am. But I'm so wet. Already I want you. I want him. I want you both, I want us all."
Angela smiled nervously. She blushed. "I'm wet too."
The elevator arrived and they got on. Cheryl pushed the button for her floor.
"What'll he do?" Angela asked as they got off the elevator.
"I don't know. He'll probably get mad at me for bringing you along, and wait for you to leave. Unless we do something."
They walked to Cheryl's door. "What are we going to do?" Angela asked.
"I'll think of something," Cheryl said as she put her key in the lock and opened the door.
Curt was sprawled on the sofa, watching TV, drinking a beer. He wore only his white undershorts. The strong muscles of his body gleamed. He made no move to get up but just grinned at the two of them as they took off then-coats.
"This is Angela, Curt," Cheryl said nervously. "I wasn't expecting company," Curt said. "You should have phoned."
"I guess so," Cheryl said. She and Angela stood in the middle of the floor, not knowing where to go, what to do.
"Excuse me, ladies," Curt grinned. "Maybe I should put on come clothes." But he made no effort to move.
Cheryl looked around, totally panicked. She knew she had to do something, and quick. So she kicked off her shoes, then quickly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. She kicked it away, then began peeling off her pantyhose. Curt's eyes widened. He looked at Angela, then back at Cheryl, who had now shed her blouse and was working behind her back at the clasp of her bra. "Let me help you," Angela murmured. She unfastened Cheryl's bra. Then she slipped it off and reached around from behind, filling her hands with Cheryl's naked breasts. She clipped the soft big nipples with her fingers. Except for her panties, Cheryl was naked. She turned to Angela and began to undress her.
"I'm beginning to get the idea," Curt said, rising from the sofa. His prick bulged under his shorts. He took Cheryl's face in his hands and asked, "Did you bring us a present?"
Slowly, slightly terrified, Cheryl nodded. Curt looked at Angela. Then he took her hand and Cheryl's and led them both toward the bedroom. Quickly he skimmed off his shorts, letting them stare at his rigid cock. He shut the bedroom door and turned to Angela.
"You're beautiful," he said. "So are you," Angela said, staring down at his large cock.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her sensual mouth. Cheryl watched her respond, watched her body loosen and her hands come up to stroke his neck. He tugged the bottom of Angela's blouse out from her skirt and ran his hands up to her tits. Angela pulled back from him and unfastened the buttons of her blouse, then unclasped her bra.
Cheryl went to them. She and Curt pushed Angela back toward the bed. Angela fell on her back on the mattress with the two of them on top of her, their mouths on her soft brown nipples.
"Oh God, oh God!" Angela moaned.
Quickly Cheryl stripped off Angela's skirt and panties. She caressed the girl's firm tawny thighs and spread them, pushing her finger into Angela's wet blossoming cunt. Angela whimpered and squirmed. She twisted around beneath Curt until her hand reached his prick. Quickly she fed it into her mouth, fucking it wildly at the same time with her hand. Curt's eyes went glassy with pleasure. He and Cheryl glanced at each other. They leaned over Angela's bobbing head and kissed, striking an agreement with their smoky gaze. Then they methodically set to work on the body of the girl who was still trying to swallow Curt's rearing cock.
He pulled it gentry out of her mouth, then he and Cheryl pushed Angela onto her back once again. They began to kiss her and caress her from both ends. Curt worked down from the top, kissing her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, squeezing her large tits. Then he lowered his mouth to them, sucking her long brown nipples, bringing tiny squeals of abandon from her throat.
Cheryl began at her feet and worked up. She stroked the fine long muscles of Angela's leg, kneading and kissing her shapely calves and warm thighs. Finally she arrived at the damp patch of crotch hair. She pressed her lips against the runny gash of Angela's pussy.
"Oh! Oh, God ... oh my God!" Angela gasped. From the hips down her body writhed and tossed. But Curt had her back pinned to the mattress, his hands and mouth still on her breasts. Cheryl could hear the hungry wet smacking of his lips mingled with Angela's moans. Her own cunt was dripping with juice. She slipped two fingers into it and masturbated crazily as she licked Angela's soupy slit. She remembered the incredible sensitivity of Angela's boobs and nipples, and how the girl could come by having them caressed. And suddenly she heard a muffled yelp. Then she felt Angela's groin strain tightly against her mouth, then flip in spasms.
"Oh God, I'm coming!" Angela whimpered in a kind of ecstatic torment. She panted and squealed as she came, but her body never stopped squirming. "More," she panted. "Don't stop! I can come more. Oh, more!"
Curt turned and drew Cheryl up to Angela's head. His breath was short, his huge prick throbbing rapidly. "Squat over her face, baby," he said to Cheryl.
Cheryl obeyed. She spread her thighs and lowered her aching pussy onto Angela's mouth, gasping frantically as she felt Angela's tongue slither up into her..
"Oh, Jesus!" she gasped. Curt settled between Angela's gaping thighs and without warning drove his huge cock deep into her, making her gag with surprise and pain.
"Aanngghhh - ohh ... fuck me!" she sputtered into Cheryl's flushing cunt.
Suddenly Cheryl felt Curt's fingers probing the crack of her ass. She bent forward on all fours to make it easier for him, still swirling her steaming cunt against Angela's gobbling lips. Then she felt the shock of his wet tongue in the crack of her ass, poking against the tight ring of her rectum. The sensation was electrifying. She ground her pussy down into Angela's eager mouth, suddenly yelping with hot delight as Curt's tongue entered her asshole. With both of them fucking her rapidly with their tongues, Cheryl bent her face to the sheet and began to come hotly.
"Aaahhnnnn!" she moaned. "OH! OHHNNNNNN!"
Slumped forward on her elbows, her quivering rump in the air with both of their mouths crazily devouring her splayed seam, she grunted and wheezed through a ripping climax. Then she dragged herself off Angela's face, her body slack and pulsing, and lay next to them, watching.
Their mouths were open, their wet pink tongues snaking and tangling together. Curt was fucking Angela in his most vicious and pummeling manner. He stabbed her repeatedly with his ferociously long prick. His strong hands kneaded the slender flesh of her waist, rising to clutch her jiggling breasts. He slid his head down her chest and lifted her breast to his open mouth. He squeezed her boob so fiercely that the reddened flesh bulged through his clenched fingers. Angela's blood-engorged nipple flared above his thumb in a hard shiny cone. Then, before touching it with his mouth, he ripped his prick deep into her cunt. She cried out in pain, her body arched and stiffened, her face contorted with agony.
"Owwchhh! Annghh! Oh God, it hurts! Owwwhhnnnn!"
Spellbound and terrified, Cheryl saw that Curt was crazed with lust. Is this what he looks like when he fucks me? she wondered. Curt reared upward again into Angela's cunt, lifting her helpless body off the bed with his thrust. Cheryl watched the mixture of pain and pleasure on Angela's beautiful tortured face. She knew what it felt like. She wanted to stop Curt from hurting her, but she knew from her own experience that Angela wouldn't want it to stop.
Now he sucked Angela's swollen nipple into his mouth savagely and ripped his cock into her at the same time.
"Aaaannnngghh!" Angela grunted, her mouth slack, her body limp under his passionate assault.
Her head rolled to the side. Her glazed eyes looked deep into Cheryl's, making an incoherent request. God, he's killing me, Angela thought. He's fucking me to death! You never told me it would be like this! Curt lunged his stiff cock into her again.
"Aaunng... ahhnn ... aauunngg!" Suddenly, without really knowing why, Cheryl found herself clawing at Curt's naked back, trying to tear him off Angela. But he elbowed her roughly aside, snarling. His arm knocked her off the bed onto the floor. She struggled back to the mattress just in time to see him nearly swallow Angela's other flaring nipple, protruding from his fist. "Aaiieeeeee!" Angela screamed. Hypnotized, Cheryl watched, crouched on the floor beside the crazily rocking bed. Still screaming, Angela erupted in a thrashing fury of coming. She locked her legs tightly around Curt's hips, pumping, her strong calves flexing, pulling his cock into her. She grabbed his ass with both hands, trying to cram more of his prick into her. Their hot grunting and panting and the quick wet slap of their bellies together jacked up Cheryl's lust to an incredible pitch. Suddenly Curt's hips shuddered. His body grew rigid, and he coughed and crammed every inch of Angela's slit with his spurting prick.
Angela howled and came once again, her face wrenched with pain and joy.
"AAWWOONNGGGG!" she howled, arching her back as the climax pulverized her.
Cheryl kneeled on the floor beside the bed, hypnotized, her hand moving slowly in and out of her own hot cunt. The violence on the bed was over. Curt and Angela coiled together in exhaustion and tenderness now. They nibbled each other's lips, smiling, licking the sweat off each other's shoulders. But Cheryl was in flames. She felt denied, cast aside, angry and hurt. She climbed back on the bed, forcing herself on them, feeling their sweat on her skin as she rubbed her aching breasts against their bodies.
"Fuck me," she panted. "Please fuck me, I'm burning up."
Angela smiled and kissed her cheek. "Cheryl, I'm so tired. Wait a while, huh?"
"Curt?"
She guided one of her pulsing tits to his mouth, the long nipple swollen with desire. But he too smiled and pushed her away.
"In a minute, baby," he said. "You think I'm made out of iron?"
The two of them coiled together and dozed, ignoring her. She lay beside them burning, her pussy wet and prickly with the urge to come. She stroked the inflamed pussylips with her fingers, gasping, beginning to cry silently. She was reduced to masturbating again, when she had planned such an evening of incredible fucking! It wasn't supposed to work out this way! she moaned silently. You were both supposed to fuck me! I want to come! I need to come! Fuck me, somebody fuck me, please! I can't wait!
Angela and Curt seemed to be asleep. Cheryl lay beside them, panting softly but less feverish now. Tenderly she stroked the warm buttery lips of her cunt, enjoying the silky tremors that flowed through her flesh. At any moment she could let herself come, but she didn't want to so desperately now. Instead she wanted to hover on the edge of coming like this. She enjoyed the exquisite weakness of her hot palpitating nerves. Her body was flushed and vibrant. Tiny whimpers rose from her throat. But she skillfully kept her fingers away from her swollen clit. If Curt slid his prick into me now, she thought, I'll explode.
Her cunt was juicy and it grew so sensitive that her body would knot up with tension, her pants turn to short gasps. She would have to pause and remove her fingers for a few moments in order to prolong the pleasure. She was doing this, lying silently on her back, regaining control of her breath, when she heard the front door open. Ronnie! she thought.
She leaped off the bed, glancing around for something to cover herself with. But before she could find something, there he was, standing in the bedroom doorway. His eyes were wide, flickering with amusement. A slow grin spread over his mouth.
"Well, well," he said.
"Ronnie..."
He looked slowly, admiringly, up and down her naked body. His eyes lingered on her full upswept breasts, on her thighs, her wet cunthair. Then he glanced behind her at the two on the bed. Then he looked back at her. He seemed nervous.
"Let me put on a bathrobe," Cheryl said. She headed quickly for the closet.
"I wish you wouldn't."
She looked at him. "Ronnie, I'm your sister."
"Your body is so beautiful."
Cheryl was embarrassed and inflamed at the same time. Her body was weak and aching with the need to come. The way her brother looked at her drove her crazy. She could see the lump in his crotch where his prick was rising. God, I'd come if he just took it out of his pants and pointed it at me! she thought.
"Ronnie, we can't."
Again she turned toward the closet. But he came over to her and grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him. Then he put his hands on her breasts, lifted them, and pressed her swollen nipples lightly with his thumbs. "Cheryl..."
She pulled back. His hands on her breasts aroused her terribly. She didn't know what to do.
She wanted him to fuck her, she knew it.
"Ronnie, I'm your sister. Do you know what you're doing?"
"I know," he smiled.
He bent his head and closed his lips over one of her aching nipples. For a moment she whimpered and shut her eyes and enjoyed him sucking her. But then she jerked away, slapping at his cheek.
"Now stop it," she said, afraid of him and of herself.
She stared down at the huge bulge his cock made through his pants. He saw her looking at it and slowly unzipped his fly. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down so that the long red stalk of his cock stood and throbbed.
"Ronnie!" she said.
He pushed against her, pressing his stiff prick against her naked thigh. "Feel it, Cheryl," he panted.
He raised his hands to her breasts again and began kissing her mouth. He ran his tongue around inside her teeth, and she found herself kissing him back. Her nipples sprang alive under his fingers. The flesh of her thigh burned where his cock rubbed it.
"Cheryl, you want it," he whispered. His tongue snaked around hers. "You want it."
"Ohhhh, I do. But Ronnie, we can't. Oh God, you know how wrong it is."
His firm hands on her shoulders pressed her to the floor. Her rubbery knees were too weak to resist. Her body was submissive and yielding. His mouth was on her neck and her breasts. She felt him kicking off his shoes, shedding his pants, tearing off his shirt. Then he was kissing her smooth belly, her hips and thighs.. She felt his fingers tenderly exploring the juicy folds of her cunt. Then he laid the bulging head of his prick on the edge of her slit and pushed it in.
Oh God! she thought with shame. We're really fucking! My brother is fucking me, and I didn't try to stop him! I wanted him to, I wanted it!
"Oh, Ronnie ... I want it... it's so wrong, so wrong, unhh! Oh God! It's so good!"
He frenched her ear and his hands crawled up her ribs to her breasts. He rolled and squeezed them.
"You're beautiful, Cheryl... oh, God, your cunt is so good, so hot!"
"Ron ... aahhhh, oh Ronnie, just fuck me, don't let me think about it, just fuck me hard, don't let me... think! Unh! Urdihhh! Oh, fuck me, baby!"
She was so close. She had stroked herself to the brink of orgasm so many times before he had arrived. And before she knew it, she was bursting with hot backbreaking spasms.
"UNNHHH! AAHHNNNN!" she cried out, grinding her pussy into his plunging cock as she came.
And Ronnie came quickly, too. He groaned and squeezed her fiercely, squirting hot rockets of jism into her. They were tangled together on the floor, gasping and panting, fucking wildly with guilty passion.
CHAPTER SIX
Moments later, when Cheryl and Ronnie surfaced from the quick fury of their fuck, they found Angela and Out staring at them from the bed. Angela had one hand on Curt's huge stiff cock, pumping it. And one of his hands was plunging between her thighs.
They were panting softly, their eyes glazed, their mouths open. Angela especially seemed very aroused by the sight of Cheryl and Ronnie wrapped nakedly together. Her face showed a flushed kind of hunger.
Curt smiled as Angela pumped his hot cock.
"Ron, I guess you caught us in the act," he said.
"What'd you expect?" Ronnie said. "You have a party and don't even invite me."
Cheryl was paralyzed with guilt for what she had done. But her body still vibrated with heat from the fuck her brother had given her. She trembled with fear at what she had fallen into. But Angela's dark eyes burned into her. She knew she would not be able to resist whatever happened next.
"Why don't you two join us here?" Angela whispered. "Ahhnn!" she gasped suddenly as Curt's hand dug viciously upward into her pussy.
Immediately Ronnie disentangled himself from Cheryl. He stood up and helped her to her feet. Confused but again aroused, she let him pull her to the bed. She didn't understand how any of their bodies, except maybe Ronnie could remain so hot and hungry for sex. They had all climaxed repeatedly in what seemed like only a few minutes. Yet here they were, four of them now, the bed bouncing under them as their hands and mouths raced wantonly over each other's flesh.
But out of confusion and guilt, Cheryl remained fairly passive. She lay beside the other three, watching them with fascination. The two men seemed intent on devouring Angela's beautiful body. And she seemed as hungry for them. She sucked Ronnie's cock passionately. But she moaned and panted as Curt finger fucked her brutally. Cheryl knew from first hand experience that he had a streak of meanness. And now it was coming out again as he jammed his fingers viciously up Angela's wet slit.
The pain and pleasure mixed together on Angela's face. She slavered over Ronnie's wet throbbing prick, wincing as Curt's hand probed her slippery pussy. The sight of it made the desire pulse hotly in Cheryl's veins.
She inched closer. With her hands she fed one of Angela's firm breasts into her mouth, trying to get all of the girl's large nipple between her lips. Then she sucked with fierce fury, remembering how she had once given Angela an orgasm by sucking her titties. Angela's body writhed and twitched. She let out a loud shriek.
"Agghhiieeeee!" she screamed.
Cheryl released the tortured nipple. She glanced up to see that Ronnie had come at the same moment. Angela's mouth and cheeks were splattered with his cum. But her face instantly disappeared as Curt roughly threw her onto her stomach.
He crouched behind Angela's raised asscheeks, his huge prong stiff and throbbing. He pried her ass open with both hands. Cheryl watched his thumb probe for her rectum, then jab into it. A sharp intake of breath whistled past Angela's teeth, and she winced with pain. Curt slipped his dangling fingers into her open cunt. Now he held her whole groin tight in one hand, and he wiggled the hand furiously.
"You want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked. He drove his thumb further into her asshole.
He glared at her, his face distorted with lust. "Get something greasy," he said. "Vaseline. You got any Vaseline?"
As he spoke to Cheryl, he rubbed the flaring head of his prick up and down the spread crack of Angela's vulnerable ass. Paralyzed with fascination and horror, Cheryl could only nod.
"Get it, baby!" he shouted. "Quick! She wants it. Can't you see how she wants it?"
Cheryl couldn't deny that Angela looked like she craved it wildly. She went to the bathroom and returned with a jar of Vaseline. Curt took it and wiped gobs of it onto his prick. Then with two fingers he swabbed Angela's crack with it. Then he crouched on his knees behind her, spreading her asscheeks again with both hands.
"Let me hear you say it again, baby," he growled to Angela. "What do you want? Huh? What do you want?"
Already the head of his prick was nudging Angela's tight asshole. Her head and shoulders slumped forward on the mattress. Her eyes were shut, and she was whimpering uncontrollably. "Fuck me... in the asssss!" she groaned.
"Please! Please! It hurts!"
"It's going to hurt more, baby. Hold on."
Cheryl watched as the entire length of Curt's long cock disappeared between Angela's tawny asscheeks, lubricated by the Vaseline, until it crammed her whole asshole. Twisted animal sounds of pain and pleasure came from deep in Angela's throat. Her face was suffused with pain, her eyes watering, her breath coming in agonizing spurts.
"Unnggh ... unngghh ... unngghhunngghhh!" she grunted as Curt, his hands roughly grasping her hips, reared forward.
Angela collapsed under him. She howled loudly into the sheet, writhing as he squirmed and forced his prick even deeper into her ass.
"Oh my God!" Cheryl murmured, feeling the blood hammer through her body. Not knowing what to do, she glanced around for Ronnie and saw him staring with the same paralyzed fascination at the two.
Curt reached forward to Angela's shoulders. He pulled her up.
"Up, up on your hands," he said, grimacing too when she moved as the tightness of her asshole pinched his cock.
Angela struggled up on her elbows, then to her hands. Cheryl watched the girl's full round breasts swinging and wanted to suck them.
Curt panted. "Now... push your ass back into me. Do it, baby, do it!"
Wincing from the pain, Angela obeyed. Curt had pulled his rigid ramrod about three inches out of her asshole. When she jerked her pelvis, flipping her ass back into him, he lunged back into her. His belly slapped loudly into her ass.
"Unngghhh!" she grunted. She slumped onto her elbows but struggled up again to her hands. "Ohhh, it hurts so bad," she gasped. "And it's so good, so good ... fuck me, Curt!"
"Do it, baby, do it!"
Again he withdrew and slammed into her when she flipped her ass up to him. Again she collapsed flat on the bed, and again struggled up. This time Cheryl slipped beneath her, encircling her shoulders and neck with her arms, and began hungrily slurping and sucking the thick swollen buds of her nipples.
"Oh, yessss, yessss!" Angela moaned.
"Do it!" Curt gasped, and Angela twitched her ass back.
"Unngghhh!"
She fell roughly into Cheryl's face. But Cheryl helped her up again, still sucking the girl's titties wildly.
"Unnnnnunnnnnunnnnn," Angela began to groan continuously, grinding her ass up into his assault and spluttering with grunts and whimpers when he slammed forward and crammed her asshole with his long prick.
"Unnnunnnunnnunnnn! Agghh! Oh God, I'm going to come!"
Suddenly Cheryl felt another body, Ronnie's squirming into the tangle of writhing flesh. Out of the comer of her eye she could see down Angela's heaving belly. She saw Ronnie's hand groping in Angela's flowing cunt. Then she suddenly squealed sharply as she felt his other hand plunge into her own.
Curt grunted and gasped, then cried out and began to come, ripping savagely into Angela's ass. Cheryl was unable to restrain herself. She felt another orgasm coming on as Ronnie's hand tore into the wet soft meat of her pussy. She squeezed and bit Angela's dangling breasts and stiff nipple, hearing the girl sob as she rode toward an excruciating climax.
Then Angela let out a scream that was instantly stifled by lack of breath, as if her lungs were emptied by the power of her erupting ecstasy. Her body went taut. Then she began flipping as if caught in a fit. She was totally in the grip of her orgasm, twitching with convulsions, sending out gasps that became shrieks, then long groaning sobs, then low aching moans.
"Ahhnnnn ... ahhhnnnnn!" she moaned. "Oh my God, my God!"
Smothered under Angela's writhing body, Cheryl yielded to her own throbbing flesh. Ronnie's plunging hand in her own clenching cunt suddenly made her come hotly. "Unnnn... unnnn!" She dug her heels into the mattress and flung her groin up into his thrusting hand, then dissolved in hot spasms.
But in the middle of the night she awoke. Her body was cold and sore. Her mind was still dazed by all the crazy animal fucking they had been through.
Curt's sleeping naked body was slumped across her legs, cutting off the circulation. But what woke her up was a soft wet sucking sound, and hushed murmurs. It was totally dark. Someone had evidently shut off the light earlier.
But as her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw Ronnie sitting against the headboard of the bed, his head back, moaning. Angela's head was in his groin, her mouth sliding up and down on his prick in long slow motions. His hands fluttered over her bare shoulders, then slipped beneath her armpits to her full breasts.
Angela sucked his prick with loving care and skill. She licked it up and down, drooled huge gobs of warm saliva onto it, and pumped it with her hand, swirling her tongue rapidly over the swollen head. Ronnie began to wheeze and pant. Angela's hand caught his balls and squeezed them gently. Her mouth worked quickly, diving on him. Then she slowly let his prick slide out past her clinging lips.
Cheryl felt the bed move as his hips twitched involuntarily. Angela, sensing his orgasm, sucked him hard. Suddenly he grasped her head, groaned, and came into her mouth.
Cheryl disentangled her legs from Curt's heavy body and went into the bathroom. She purposely turned her back on Angela and her brother, refusing to look at them. As she sat on the toilet, she realized how strange she felt. Everything had gone wrong.
The way she had planned it was for Angela and Curt, these two she loved to be in bed with, to repeatedly fuck her into undreamed of ecstasies. Of course they might get off on each other too, a little. But mainly they would fuck her, Cheryl. And pinned between the two of them, she would have orgasms so intense she didn't even dare to imagine them.
Instead she couldn't help feeling like she had given them to each other. And they had used her simply because she happened to be there too. After whipping up her desires and failing to satisfy them, they had watched her being fucked by her own brother and not lifted a finger to stop it.
And watching Angela, her own lover, her first real lover, sucking off Ronnie when she woke up made Cheryl feel worse than ever. Angela had taken everything. The whole thing was a failure. I'm really not cut out for orgies, I guess, she thought, shivering. It was crazy, what they had all done together. The ass-fucking scene was the worst! Curt was more brutal and sadistic than she had realized. She shivered again with shame as she recalled it.
She made up her mind that she couldn't be a part of anything else that happened in the bedroom. Hurt, angry and confused, she got a blanket from the hall closet. Then she went to the living room ana slept the rest of the night alone on the sofa.
In the morning everyone was embarrassed, even Curt. They rose and washed and left one by one, mumbling hasty apologies. Cheryl and Ronnie were unable to look one another in the eyes. Curt left first. Soon after Ronnie followed. Before she too left, Angela came shyly to Cheryl. She kissed her and stuck her tongue into Cheryl's mouth. She slipped her hands under Cheryl's bathrobe too and stroked her naked breasts. But Cheryl jumped back.
"Don't!" she said.
"Don't be so upset, Cheryl," Angela said. "You couldn't plan it. Don't feel guilty about it."
"At least you seemed to be having a good time," Cheryl said.
"Don't say that, please. Of course I did. We all did. We just went overboard a little."
"Did you remember to give him your address?"
Angela glanced at the floor, instantly embarrassed. And suddenly Cheryl knew that she had been right. She had only said it to insult Angela. But it was true!
"Oh, get out of here, Angela!" she screamed.
"I wish you wouldn't-"
"Get out! Out!" Cheryl opened the door and shoved her out into the hallway. "Cheryl, please."
Cheryl slammed the door in her face.
The rest of the day she spent in complete misery, filled with self-disgust and pain of loss. She swore to herself that she didn't care if she ever went to bed with another person as long as she lived. By the time night arrived, she was feeling even worse. Curt did not return.
She began to drink. She changed the sheets on the bed, trying not to notice the cum stains. Then she got into the bed and watched TV, with the bottle on the bedstand next to her. By midnight she was feeling pretty drunk, no longer so miserable, when she heard the key turning in the front door lock. Curt! But no, he didn't have a key. Ronnie again! She looked up and saw him standing in the bedroom door. Fortunately this time she was not naked. She had on her bathrobe. Ronnie looked sheepish.
"Cheryl?"
"Ronnie, you could've knocked, couldn't you? I mean, after last night."
"I'm sorry. I thought you might be asleep. I didn't want to disturb you. Honest."
Cheryl started to cry. Liquor made her tears come very easily. "Ronnie, do you realize what we did? Do you?"
He slouched in the doorway, looking as guilty as she felt. "Cheryl, I didn't mean for that to happen. You've got to believe me. I don't know what else to say."
"You don't have to say anything. It was as much my fault as yours." She managed to stop crying. "Here, come and have a drink. Maybe we can forget about it. That's what I've been trying to do."
She remembered her pain over losing Curt to Angela too, but decided not to bring it up. Ronnie still shuffled around awkwardly. My little brother, Cheryl thought. So embarrassed, so ashamed.
"Get a glass out of the kitchen," she said.
In a moment he returned with a glass and sat beside her on the bed. She poured some whiskey into the glass for him and gave him two of her own ice cubes.
"Now drink that," she said. "And swear to me that you'll never mention what happened to anybody. And you'll never try to think of it again yourself."
He gave her a sheepish grin. "It'd be easier to swear if it was easier to forget."
"I'll ignore that."
"Sorry."
They drank together and watched the late movie. Cheryl didn't realize how high she was getting until she returned from the bathroom hours later and fell across her brother while trying to get back into the bed.
"Oops, excuse me," she said.
Ronnie still had all his clothes on, but she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock against her ribs through the fabric. She giggled.
"It's all right," he said, helping her climb over him. "Perfectly all right."
She couldn't stop giggling once she'd started. "Ronnie," she laughed, "you've got a hard-on."
"I know."
She put her hand on it through his pants and squeezed it. He smiled at her. Slowly she unzipped his fly. He did nothing to stop her. She slipped her hand under his shorts and clasped his hot hard prick. His breathing quickened, and hers too.
The only light in the room was the flickering of the TV screen. She let go of his prick for a moment and unfastened his belt. He helped her scrunch his pants down around his thighs. She gazed in the dim TV light at his beautiful large throbbing cock.
"Ronnie, can I..."
"Yes," he whispered.
Feeling dizzy and feverish from the liquor, she slid down and licked the bulbous head of his prick. His fingers found her bare skin under the neck of her bathrobe. Within seconds he helped her wriggle wildly out of it.
God! Cheryl thought. We're going to do it again! We were both so ashamed and... look at us! I want his prick. I want to eat it. I want it in me!
Ronnie's hands skimmed over her naked back, then dipped beneath and caught her tits. He ran his thumbs rapidly across her nipples. She ran her lips up and down the red shaft of his cock. She heard him gasp. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, swirled her tongue over it, and tasted the sticky fluid of his first juice.
"Cheryl! Christ!" he moaned.
They were both so drunk that it seemed to them they were moving in slow motion. Their bodies were already hot from the liquor. And now with his hands clutching her burning tits, and his prick moving in and out of her mouth, Cheryl felt like she was being roasted over a fire. She sucked him slowly but hungrily. She sucked him so long and so well that she knew if he were sober, he would come. As it was, he seemed to be in a sweet agony, gasping and jerking, but he couldn't come.
Finally she gave up. He pushed her over onto her back and began to explore her body slowly with his lips and hands. It was the only way, and they both knew it. They were both too drunk to come without a lot of building up to it. Cheryl gave herself up to him totally. Never in her life had she gone through such a long period of loveplay. Ronnie started at her feet, sucking her toes, kissing the instep of each foot. She quivered and knew that if she hadn't been drunk, that alone would have made her come.
Limp and trembling with need, she felt his lips and teeth and fingers all over her. His lips chafed her hard nipples until she thought she would go crazy from their lovely soreness. He turned her over onto her stomach. Then he parted her asscheeks with his hands and ran his tongue up and down the crease of her ass, stabbing her clenched rectum with it.
"Cheryl," he gasped. "Let me fuck you in the ass."
The thought excited and horrified her. She remembered the look of pleasurable agony on Angela's face. "Ronnie, no!"
"Please, Cheryl. Have you ever done it? Let's try."
"Off ahh. Ronnie, no. It'll hurt." Already she felt the thickness of his prick nudging her asshole. "If it hurts well stop," he said. "Please, Cheryl."
They settled into a comfortable rhythm and fucked dog-style for about twenty minutes. Then they turned face to face and began to kiss and murmur like lovers as they fucked. Cheryl tried hard to feel some shame, but she couldn't. Ronnie's wonderful prick sliding in and out of her juicy pussy obliterated everything else from her mind.
Here was her little brother, fucking her beautifully, his hands moving up and down her thighs and waist, his lips never long away from her aching nipples. And she was simply loving it, flexing her lower body and sucking his cock with her cunt muscles.
"How close are you?" Ronnie asked after a while.
"I... I don't know. I think I can make it if we really do it hard."
"Me too."
"You might have to hurt me a little."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like rape me, I guess. Ummmm, it feels so good when you do that. Unnhhh, oh, yes, that's right. Do you want to rape me, Ronnie?"
He panted. "Yes."
"Then do it, honey. Fuck me. Rape me," she whimpered.
He lunged forward and dug his prick into her. The long stiff ridge of it scraped along her swollen clit and set her on fire. They thrashed together. Ronnie poured on the steam. He began to attack her body brutally, digging his fingers into her tingling flesh, pinching her breasts, biting her shoulders.
Cheryl tore into his back with her fingernails, yelping, driven wild.
She sobbed and moaned and buckled under his driving groin, impaling her wet pussy again and again on his thrusting prick. It's working! It's working! she thought. I can feel it! She was only seconds away from coming when he suddenly grasped her hips in his hands. He tilted her pelvis upward and slammed his prick like a steel spike down into the very pit of her channel.
Cheryl screamed. But her screams vanished in the onslaught of her orgasm, which knocked all the breath out of her. Ronnie exploded right after her in a shattering bomb of jism. They were both so sensitized and raw that their orgasms were supreme. They clung together for nearly ten minutes, trying to survive the hot pulsing fury of the climax.
Afterward they were entirely spent. They felt guilty again too, but less so now than after the first time. It was all Cheryl could do to crawl to the TV and shut if off before they both fell asleep, curled together.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning they awoke still coiled together. Naked and alone, with no one but themselves to ever know about it, they murmured to each other that it was ridiculous to feel guilty. It was already done and couldn't be undone. And within minutes they began to fuck again. They spent the whole morning in bed. Cheryl's body became an inferno of orgasms. And the exhaustion that followed made the guilt feel even smaller.
But Ronnie had to leave in the afternoon. His vacation from school was over. He had to pick up Curt, and the two of them had to get back. He confessed to her that Curt was staying at Angela's place. And that plunged Cheryl again into a fit of gloom. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it.
She mopped around for days. At work she did her best to avoid Angela, and Angela did the same to her. Occasionally they saw one another on the job, and when Angela looked at her, her eyes smoldered in the same old way. Cheryl knew hers did that too. They still wanted each other. But neither one knew how to put aside the feelings that had come between them.
Cheryl began instead to cultivate her friendship with Kim. At first she thought it was because she needed someone to talk to. Not about the business with Angela and Curt, but just about anything. Just to have a friendly ear. But it was not long before she realized that she wanted to go to bed with the beautiful blonde girl. And in the back of her mind she knew it would be a way to get back at Angela.
For a while she dickered with the idea. She had lunch with Kim almost daily, and they became good friends. Soon she realized that her desire for Kim had little to do with Angela. She simply wanted the girl. Both Ronnie and Curt were gone. The idea of having sex with Angela was for the present unthinkable. And just talking over sandwiches with Kim made her cunt get juicy. She knew enough to recognize the sign.
One evening she ran into Angela as they were both leaving the building. Angela stopped her.
"Cheryl," Angela said coldly. "I think I ought to warn you that Kim's not our kind of girl."
"Why, Angela, how could you suspect me of such a thing?" Cheryl replied innocently.
"I can see it in your eyes. I'm surprised she doesn't see it."
"Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't mind. I suppose you're an expert or something."
"I am," Angela said, her eyes darkly serious. "I've tried."
At first Cheryl was stunned. That meant her plan would be tougher than she'd thought. But it also meant two other things. First, she had the advantage of knowing that Kim would be hard to seduce. She would have to be extremely careful. Next, she knew that if she could sleep with Kim, after Angela had tried and failed, then the plan to make Angela jealous would succeed beyond her wildest dreams.
"Maybe your ways aren't the only ways," she said maliciously. "So help me, if you tell her..."
"Oh, I won't tell her, Cheryl. You have my word on that. I'll enjoy watching you fall on your face."
That made Cheryl more determined than ever to win. So she went to work slowly. It took her more than a month to coax Kim over to her place one evening She accomplished it by getting the girl to go shopping with her after work. Then, when they were both tired, she casually invited Kim up for a quick dinner that was all thawed and just waiting to be cooked.
The dinner was only a casserole and there was nothing to do while it cooked, so Cheryl fixed drinks for them. She had bought lingerie on purpose while shopping. And while Kim had waited for her in the shop, she had bought a few things too.
"You wouldn't mind, while that's cooking if I try on some of these things?" Cheryl asked. "If they don't fit, I'll have to take them back tomorrow."
Kim grinned and sipped her drink. "Of course not. That's the first thing I always do."
Cheryl went into the bedroom. She removed her blouse and bra and put on a gauzy new bra she had bought. It lifted and separated her full tits beautifully and showed the dark puffy circles of her nipples through the cloth.
"Do you mind if I model it for you?" she shouted from the bedroom.
"Not a bit."
Kim was sitting on the sofa, sipping her drink, when Cheryl emerged from the bedroom. Cheryl turned in front of her, trying to give her a good view of her breasts and bare midriff.
"What do you think?"
"I think, it's going to make some guy mighty horny," Kim smiled.
Cheryl laughed. "Good. That's the point. What do you think of the black material against my skin? Does it look good?"
"Sure does." Kim smiled and licked her sensual lips playfully.
Cheryl didn't know how to interpret that. But she guessed she'd better not push things too fast. Kim's eyes on her nearly bare upper body were ambiguous. She seemed to want to keep looking at Cheryl's tits but not to be caught doing it.
"Where'd I put my drink?" Cheryl asked.
"It's over here."
Cheryl went and picked up her glass from the table next to Kim.
"You have a beautiful body," Kim said.
Cheryl blushed. Her blood beat hard. "Thanks. So do you."
"It's that gauzy stuff that let's your nipples show through," Kim said, her voice strangely distant. "That's what turns them on."
"I guess so," Cheryl replied, her voice quivering.
The thought that maybe Kim would like to see her nipples excited Cheryl. But she couldn't think of a casual way to show them to the girl.
"I really don't like bras," she said, feeling her pulse accelerate sharply. "They're so damned uncomfortable."
"I know what you mean. You wouldn't have to wear one, Cheryl, if you didn't want to. Although I don't know. Yours are pretty big. You wouldn't want them to sag in a couple of years."
All the time Kim was speaking she kept staring at Cheryl's breasts. Cheryl thought she was going to melt. Her cunt was wet and warm. She wanted badly to rip off the new bra and let Kim touch her boobs, kiss them.
"You wouldn't mind if... I mean, if I took off the bra, would you?" she said hypnotically, taking advantage of Kim's murky stare.
"Of course not," Kim whispered.
Cheryl reached behind her back, not too fast, and unhooked it. She shrugged her shoulders forward and let it fall off. Kim looked at her naked breasts. They felt hot, the nipples tingling. Cheryl moved closer to Kim on the sofa. Slowly Kim reached out with her slim cool fingers and touched Cheryl's breasts, one at a time.
"Beautiful," she whispered.
She let the bulging underside of each full boob rest in the palms of her hands. Then she rubbed her thumbs across the wide soft nipples, grinning as they sprang erect and hard. Cheryl was almost in a swoon. With her eyes she begged Kim to suck them. But she didn't dare ask it out loud.
Suddenly Kim cocked her head and looked at Cheryl, very shy. "Would you ... I mean, could I "
Cheryl's voice was surprisingly hoarse. "Oh yes."
Kim continued to look into her eyes hotly. "I-I've never ..." she began.
Then she put her head down and gently sucked one of Cheryl's nipples into her warm wet mouth. Cheryl luxuriated in the feel of the velvet lips on her sensitive nipple. She lay back on the sofa and shut her eyes.
Kim was shy to begin with. But she evidently didn't mean to stop with a tiny taste of one nipple. She used her fingers, her lips, her teeth, and her tongue. Soon she was all over Cheryl's tingling breasts, driving Cheryl crazy. Then, without warning, she stopped, and pulled back. She sat up, looking embarrassed.
"I don't know what came over me," she said, blushing.
Cheryl was so excited that it took every effort to speak calmly. "It's all right, Kim. Really, it's all right."
She put her hand under the collar of Kim's blouse and caressed her neck.
"Don't," Kim said, pulling away.
"There's nothing wrong with it if you wanted to do it. It feels wonderful."
"I... I've never done anything like that before. I've never wanted to." Kim was very nervous.
"Did you like doing it?" Cheryl asked.
"Yes," Kim said softly. "That's what scares me."
"I wish it didn't scare you. I'd like you to do it some more."
Kim looked at her, still very nervous. She looked down at Cheryl's tits, still wet with her saliva, the large nipples softening again. Smiling tentatively, she reached her fingers out and lightly brushed one of the nipples. Cheryl gasped softly.
"Suck me, Kim," she whispered, unable to control herself.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"I don't think so," Cheryl replied shyly. "I mean, I love men. I love them to fuck me. But if I like you to suck my breasts, does that mean I am?"
"I guess not. Not just that, anyway."
"Don't you want to suck me? You said you liked it."
Kim's eyes were still on Cheryl's breasts, hungry for them. "I do."
Cheryl cupped her breasts in her palms. She squeezed them a little from beneath so that her big nipples darkened with blood and flared.
"Kim, please, just a little more."
Kim's murky eyes were full of questions and hesitation. But she bent her face again to Cheryl's breasts. Cheryl lay on her back and shut her eyes and moaned as the girl's wet lips covered her hot boobs again. She worked her hands under Kim's collar again, massaging the silky skin of Kim's neck and shoulders.
She made the top button of Kim's blouse strain so much that it popped loose by itself. This allowed her hands to reach Kim's shoulder blades, her flat sleek upper chest. She worked two more buttons loose before Kim raised her face. Her eyes burned with a mixture of pleasure and fear. But she made no attempt to stop Cheryl, Without asking, Cheryl unbuttoned the rest of the girl's blouse and slid it off her shoulders.
She had to embrace Kim gingerly as she reached around to unfasten the girl's bra. And she feared the embrace would be too bold, that it would remind Kim of what she was so close to. But Kim was remarkably pliant. She kissed Cheryl's neck and shoulders as Cheryl unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms.
The hot blood gushed through Cheryl's body as she leaned back and looked at Kim's naked body. The girl was breathtaking. Her richly tanned skin set off the paleness of her perfect round tits. Her coral areolas were as large as silver dollars, puffy and succulent. Kim wanted to touch them. She ached to swallow them and hear Kim moan with soft passion. She reached out, but her fingers stopped inches from Kim's flaring nipples.
Kim smiled dreamily. Again she put her hands on Cheryl's saliva-wet tits. She leaned forward so that the tips of her long nipples brushed Cheryl's palms. She kept leaning until her full boobs filled Cheryl's hands. The only sound was their fast breathing. Cheryl was petrified with lust, feeling Kim's soft huge nipples push against her palms. Then Kim whispered in her ear.
"They're not gold, honey."
"I... I know," Cheryl gasped.
Kim smiled and squirmed forward so that the resilient mounds of flesh squashed even harder into Cheryl's hands. She licked her lips with her glistening pink tongue, then licked Cheryl's. It was the first time their mouths had touched. The blood hammered against Cheryl's ears.
"Can you suck me too?" Kim asked shyly.
Cheryl nodded, unable to speak.
Kim leaned back against the sofa. Cheryl moved over her legs, straddling the girl's thighs, hiking her own skirt up around her waist in the process. Their naked breasts came very close. Before bending to taste Kim's nipples, Cheryl let her own stiff wet buds brush against Kim's soft ones. They kissed tenderly, then wildly. Their breasts mashed together and their flat stomachs met and rubbed.
When they finished kissing, Kim was gasping. She lay her head back. Cheryl bent down to her breasts and sucked her huge soft nipples until they grew even longer as the center stems stiffened and rose. As she sucked, Kim moaned. Her shoulders writhed. Cheryl explored the firm springy flesh of the girl's incredibly perfect boobs. Still sucking and tonguing the long wet nipples, she slid her hands down Kim's taut midriff and tried to unzip her skirt. Suddenly, frantically, Kim gasped and pushed her away.
"No," she gasped. Her eyes were wide and glassy, wild with sex fire, but she shook her head. "Not that."
"Oh, Kim..."
Cheryl was spread-eagled across Kim's hips. Her own panties were wet with juice, pressing against Kim's skirt. She took Kim's wrist and drew her hand down to the wet silk.
"Feel me," she pleaded.
Her cunt lips had blossomed open. Kim's finger pressed the silk between them.
"Ahhnn!" she moaned.
She rolled off Kim. Quickly she shed her skirt and skimmed the wet panties down her bare legs. She drew Kim's hand back to her hot burbling pussy. Kim yanked it away.
"No, not that," she said again, her voice edged with terror.
"Kim, just feel me. Look, I'm all wet for you."
Cheryl bent her head to Kim's breasts and sucked one of the girl's excited nipples passionately. She felt Kim shudder and begin to whimper. She dipped one hand under Kim's skirt and quickly ran it up her thigh to her crotch. Kim was wet, sooo very wet.
"You want it," Cheryl whispered.
"No."
She pushed Cheryl back and covered her naked breasts with her crossed arms. She glanced wildly around for her blouse and her bra.
"You can't leave now," Cheryl said, desperately.
"Yes, I have to."
A cold tremor gripped Kim sharply. Her full round breasts jiggled, and gooseflesh arose along her bare arms. She slipped into her blouse, quickly stuffing her bra into the purse at her feet.
Cheryl grabbed the girl. She kissed her mouth, stabbing her tongue into it, her lips burning Kim's. I want to fuck you! God, don't leave! I want to fuck you so bad!
"Kim," she whispered hotly. "Tell me why I shouldn't want to fuck you. You can't leave me like this. Not now. I'll go crazy! You want to do it, I know you do. You're wet, you're hot, you ..."
"No, Cheryl, no, I'm not that way. Don't try to make me, please."
Cheryl slipped her hand under Kim's blouse, which she hadn't yet tucked into her skirt. She cupped Kim's firm round breast, rolling the thick nipple with her fingers. Kim's eyes rolled upward. Her mouth went slack with desire, but she still pulled away.
"Cheryl, let me go!" she groaned. "I'm begging you, baby. Please! Let me go!"
Cheryl was panting, crazy with desire for the girl. She rubbed her inner thighs with her hands and parted her hot slit with her fingers so that Kim could see it. She saw the girl looking down at her open cunt. Kim's eyes were wide and swirling with lust. She bit her fist, trying to fight it.
"NO!" she shouted. "Don't make me want to! Don't! Don't!"
Cheryl was aching for her. "Kim, kiss me there. Kim, kiss me here . ...'and here .... kiss my cunt. Kim, kiss my cunt, please!"
She ran two fingers over her glistening pussylips and shivered sharply from the pleasure.
"Oh, noooooo!" Kim moaned.
She turned and ran to the door. She had slammed it behind her before Cheryl could get up off the sofa. She was gone.
And Cheryl continued to burn. She lay there naked, her hands between her thighs. She knew Kim would not come back. But she herself was still so hot and wet, so aroused. She had to come. She lay back on the sofa, trying not to think of what she had lost. Think of her lips sucking my clit, she told herself. Think of her tongue fucking me. She stroked her aching clit with nervous fingers. She thought of Kim's lovely breasts in her mouth, of Kim's face contorted with pleasure. And within seconds she was sobbing hoarsely. Her hungry body flopped madly as the stream of fire rippled through her veins and gave her temporary relief.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Losing Kim that way, made her so miserable she couldn't even bear to think about it. Now she had to avoid both Angela and Kim at work. And even when her path crossed Angela's accidentally, she could see the gloating in her former lover's eyes. On top of that, two weeks without sex had made her so horny that she would do almost anything to heal the breach between them. Trying to forget about Kim's luscious body, which she would never have, she lay in bed at night thinking of Angela's.
After all, she thought, why should I want Kim, who doesn't even know how to do it? Angela's the one who knows how to fuck me. She's the first one who ever made me come. Just her lips on my cunt are enough to make me explode!
She was lying naked in bed one night, thinking these thoughts and stroking her simmering pussy, when the doorbell rang. Hastily throwing on a robe, she went to the door and opened it. There was her ex-husband Brad. He had a smile that was somehow both cocky and sheepish on his face.
"Hi," he said. "Hope I didn't Wake you up."
"Well, what a surprise," she smiled.
She felt a soft warmth toward him. After all, they had been married for two years, she thought. They had shared a lot. She hadn't seen him for at least six months.
"Mind if I come in?" he asked.
She was very tempted to say yes. She was so horny, anybody looked good. Even Brad. Even though he had never made her come. Right now she was sure all he would have to do was stick it in her and she'd pop.
But if she did let him in, they would be opening that can of worms all over again. She paused a long time before answering. He must have seen the indecision on her face.
"Well, it was just a thought," he shrugged. "I just happened to be in the neighborhood, and I-" it Oh come on in," she smiled at him "Don't be so silly." . She let him in and they sat in the living room. It was very uncomfortable. Cheryl could see him trying not to stare at her body under her flimsy bathrobe.
"Would it make you feel better if I put some clothes on?"
"No," he said nervously. "I mean, only if you want to."
"Can I fix you a drink?"
"Sure."
She poured whiskey for both of them. He raised his glass in a slightly mocking toast.
"To your new life," he said.
Cheryl didn't know quite what he meant. It didn't seem like he meant what she thought. Nevertheless, she smiled and lifted her glass too.
The situation was still uncomfortable. They talked about meaningless things. But after their second drink, Brad suddenly stood up and began unzipping his pants. He pulled them down and his thick cock jumped up and started throbbing.
Cheryl was amazed. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off it. The thing had failed to give her pleasure so many times that she had never paid any attention to it. Now she realized that he did have a splendid, beautiful big prick. Her cunt grew moist and warm again as she looked at it.
"Brad!" she said."What do you think you're doing!"
He walked over to her, his cock swelling and Stiffening. He shoved it into her face. "Suck it," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Certainly not."
Cheryl turned her face away, feigning distaste. All this was a total surprise to her. She realized that she actually did want to do as he demanded. She wanted to open her mouth and suck the big hot throbbing thing inside. But his arrogance disgusted her.
Suddenly she felt his strong hands on her head, turning her face back. He forced her mouth open with his fingers and slid his thick prick between her lips. Cheryl squirmed and whimpered, trying to put up a fight. But actually the huge throbbing thing in her mouth felt wonderful.
"Suck!" he said again.
She shook her head. "Ummmm!"
Holding her head steady, he began fucking in and out of her mouth. Cheryl couldn't help sucking him. Her wet lips clung to his pulsing shaft. She stroked the bulging head of his cock with her tongue. She realized that she had never taken his prick in her mouth before. Maybe our sex life would've been a lot better if I'd done this a long time ago, she thought. She gagged softly as he fucked down into her throat.
"Ummmm! Unngghh!" she groaned.
"Do you like it?"
She looked up at him, still holding half of his stiff cock in her mouth. She nodded. "Are you sure?"
Now what does he mean by that? she thought.
Of course I like it. God, I love it! She brought her hands up to his cock and fed it between her lips passionately, squeezing and pumping the stalk while she sucked the head. She felt so insulted by his arrogance that she wanted to make him come quickly, in spite of himself, just to put him in his place.
Her hot sucking had the desired effect. Brad's body quivered and clenched. He gasped with pleasure, holding her head and fucking her mouth roughly. Oh Brad baby, shoot it into me, come in my mouth! she hummed to herself. I'll show you. Oh, I'll show you! Come in my mouth! Let me drink it. Let me gulp it and swallow it! Come, baby, come!
But suddenly, just as quickly as he had put his cock in her mouth, he took it out. She looked up and saw the frightening fire in his eyes. The brutal sneer on his face was both terrifying and wildly erotic to her.
"Brad, I don't understand what you're ..." she began.
But before she could go on his hands tore the robe off her body and pushed her down on the sofa. His mouth was suddenly on her naked breasts, his lips tearing at her nipples. His rough hands squeezed and pinched her bare trembling flesh everywhere.
"Oh! Oh!" she yelped, writhing under his attack.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he panted.
"Oh God, yes!"
"You never wanted me to before."
"That was different. Oh, that was different, honey!"
God, if you had only done it to me this way before! she thought. Her supple body was submissive and pliant under his rough caresses.
"Suck hard ... suck hard!" she encouraged him. "Ohhh yes, like that! God, that feels good! Bite them, honey, bite them!"
Sharp arrows of pleasure shot through her as ne bit her throbbing nipples gently. Her hands found his jumping cock and pulled it toward her aching cunt.
"Put it in me, Brad! Fuck me ... fuck my cunt! Please!"
"You never wanted me to," he panted. "God, I do now! Please fuck me! Please!"
"I thought you'd rather fuck with girls now," he muttered.
She could barely believe what she was hearing. But somehow it didn't matter. Her body streamed and pulsed with incredible lust. She was completely his. He could do whatever he wanted to her wriggling, squirming body.
"I... I don't know what you mean," she gasped. "Just fuck me, honey. Don't say anything. Just fuck me, fuck me hard!"
He dragged her off the sofa, down onto the floor. Then he crawled between her spread thighs. Cheryl stretched her arms out to him, her body yielding, her eyes smoky with lust. Brad slipped his arms under her legs, behind the knees. He pushed her legs back until she was bent double. She felt the hard knob of his cock nudging the runny slit of her smoldering pussy.
"Oh, yes... oh, yes, now!" she gasped.
He rammed it into her so hard that it knocked the breath out of her.
"Ungghh!" she grunted. "Unh! Unh!"
Cheryl was delirious with need. It didn't matter whose cock it was that filled and crammed her hungry cunt. Just being deliciously impaled on the stiff thrusting pole was enough to make her moan with pleasure.
"I thought..." he grunted, plunging his prick into her violently.
"Unh!"
"... you liked ..."
"Unh!"
"...to have girls..."
"Unh! Oh God! Unh!"
"... fuck you now!"
Cheryl was about to explode. Her body was as taut as a stretched wire. She could hear what he was saying, but she didn't care. Just make me come! Just make me come, you son of a bitch! Oh, God, I'm going to come!
But suddenly he stopped drilling her. He pulled his cock completely out of her seething pussy.
"Oh, God, don't stop!" she moaned. "Please! Please don't stop!"
He crouched over her writhing body, grinning down savagely at her. "Isn't it true?" he growled. "Wouldn't you rather have a girl fuck you?"
"Ohhhnnnn, God, I don't know who told you that," she panted, squirming with passion. "Brad, fuck me. Please fuck me, I'm going to come! You never made me come, you bastard! Now I'm going to come! Please fuck me, please!"
"She never had any trouble coming when I fucked her," he said.
"Who?"
"The one who told me you like to fuck girls," he grinned maliciously.
God, Angela! she thought. That horrible bitch Angela! But right now her physical torment was more important. She was depraved with sex need. She grabbed his hot throbbing prick, trying to feed it back into her pussy. He sank it deep into her slit, but then pulled it out again. The sharp thrust nearly triggered her orgasm. She panted and strained for it, but when he withdrew his prick she fell back again.
"Oh, God, Brad!" she moaned. "Please don't stop! Please!"
She knew he enjoyed torturing her this way. But at the same time he wasn't immune to the sexual power of her writhing naked body. His hands squeezed her breasts viciously. He sucked her nipples fiercely. The sensations drove her crazy. Suddenly she swarmed up off the floor onto him. With desperate strength she forced him onto his back. Then she squatted over him and fed his stiff prick into her soupy cunt, fucking up and down on it. She threw her head back and jounced up and down wantonly on his cock. "Ah, baby!" he rasped.
"Ohhh, yes... ohhnnnn yesssss!" she hissed.
She braced herself with her palms spread flat on the floor on either side of his head. Then she gyrated her hips, grinding her flowing cunt down into his thrusting prick. The rhythm was smooth and insistent. She could feel the bombshell of her climax swelling deep in her belly. Her firm breasts dangled in his face and he grabbed them and sucked her nipples sharply.
"Oh, God yes! Oh, God yes!" she panted. "Now . .. NOWWWW! AANNGGHHIIEEEEE! OH! OH, GOD, BRAD!"
She grabbed him, squeezing him tightly, jamming her cunt down on his rearing cock and wiggling her ass wildly as the orgasm ripped through her. And the sharp clenching of her pussy tore the cum out of him at the same moment. Hot gobs of creamy jism spurted into her as she rode his cock, gasping as new Shockwaves of pleasure wracked her.
When it was over, she slumped down on top of him. She squeezed her thighs together on his cock and kept moving. That kept the pressure going on her throbbing clit. In seconds she was coming again, grunting and skimming through fresh hot spasms. Finally she was exhausted. She rolled to the side, letting his limp cock flop out of her cunt.
"Oh, God, that was good!" she gasped.
He grinned and nodded. He seemed sheepish now about the things he had said. "Maybe we ought to do it more often, he said. "It was never that way when we were married."
She didn't know whether to answer him or not. Now that her body was satisfied, all the stuff he had said to her came rushing back. You big idiot! she thought. You think you made me come, don't you? I'm the one who made it happen. Just like before. Any old cock in the world could've done that to me after the way I got myself so worked up before you came by.
Still, she didn't feel like robbing him of his small victory. Unless he brought up that shit again about her liking to fuck girls. It was that bitch Angela she was pissed at. How could the girl do that to her? They had been such incredible lovers. Cheryl felt very much betrayed.
"I'm ... sorry about all that I said," Brad finally whispered.
She gave him a friendly kiss. "I think the less said about it the better," she murmured.
"It just got to me, that's all. Thinking you'd rather fuck with a girl than with me."
"You fucked me beautifully," she said. "You made me come." Let him have his small illusion, she thought.
He nodded. They snuggled together. Briefly it was like old times for Cheryl. Like when they were first married. Comfortable and sweet. Before she had ever known what true sexual pleasure could be like.
"Tell me one thing," she whispered to him. "Did you really fuck Angela?"
"I... met her at a singles bar," he said.
Good Lord! Cheryl thought. That girl's even more horny than I had imagined. She even goes to singles bars! What an appetite for screwing.
But then Cheryl thought about her own appetite. No sense letting Brad get away for the night, now that he was already here. Maybe Angela had taught him something after all, that bitch. Cheryl knew from her own experience that the girl was a pretty good sexual teacher. True, Brad hadn't made her come the first time, like he thought he had. But now he wouldn't be so quick on the trigger. He would have more staying power. Just the thought of it made her hot again. She hadn't fucked through the night for a long time.
"Would you like to stay?" she asked, nuzzling his chest.
"Would you like me to?"
She reached down and squeezed his cock. "Only if you fuck me until I can't see straight."
He grinned, and she felt his cock stiffening instantly in her hand. "I'll certainly give it my best," he said.
Cheryl was furious with Angela. The girl had told Brad point blank that Cheryl was a lesbian and having an affair with Kim. She had never mentioned her own involvement with Cheryl, or the fact that she was the one who had seduced Cheryl in the first place. On top of that, the story about Cheryl and Kim was very painful to contemplate. The fact that it wasn't true reminded her how much she wished it were.
Whenever she briefly saw Angela at work, she wanted to scratch her eyes out. And Angela knew it. Still, at the same time there was a hot pulsing lust between them that neither could ignore. Cheryl's fantasies about punishing her former lover always became mixed up with sex. She could picture herself slapping and scratching Angela, but before she knew it she saw the two of them writhing together and fucking like wild animals. The feelings were almost too hot to bear.
Fortunately, during this time she didn't have Kim to worry about. The girl had taken a few weeks off for a vacation, no doubt to let things between her and Cheryl cool down. And so Cheryl was very surprised when she got a note from Kim in the mail Kim wanted to renew their friendship.
Cheryl pondered the whole note. She couldn't believe that Kim would think she had given up wanting her so easily. Not after what they had done and almost done together. And though she didn't want to presume, it occurred to her that this might be Kim's way of letting her know she was ready. There was nothing to do but find out.
Cheryl dressed to look very desirable. She wore no underwear under a very thin silky dress. Then she went by Kim's apartment on the evening of the day she'd received the letter.
Kim acted very happy to see her, though she was also painfully nervous and shy. She seemed awkward and tense as she invited Cheryl in.
"Cheryl. I... I almost thought I might never see you again," she said softly.
"I'd hug and kiss you if you wouldn't think I was trying to get you into bed," Cheryl smiled.
Kim laughed nervously. "I promise not to jump to conclusions."
They embraced gingerly. Cheryl pecked the girl's cheek. But there was no way to prevent their tits from brushing lightly. And as it happened, Cheryl realized that Kim wasn't wearing a bra either. Her pulse suddenly leaped and pounded. The chances that she had been right about the letter were improving!
When they drew apart, Cheryl could see Kim's embarrassment. She obviously knew Cheryl had felt her free springy breasts. They both knew the hot memories that would inspire.
The two girls sat down and talked about irrelevant things for nearly an hour. All that time both of them skirted the real issues. But finally, after a long pause, Cheryl suddenly came out with it.
"Kim, did you think I might have lost the desire to go to bed with you during this time?"
Kim blinked. She lit a cigarette and fiddled with the matchbook. "I... really don't know. I thought maybe we could just go back to being friends without letting that get in the way."
Cheryl was very calm. She knew now that she was in control, that Kim really did want it, despite her fears. "I still want you," she said softly.
Kim's frightened eyes were also warm with desire. "But why, Cheryl? You're not a lesbian, I know that. I've seen you with men. You were married. You've told me about lovers ..."
Cheryl smiled. She felt tenderness for Kim, as well as lust, and she put her hand on the girl's.
"Let me tell you something," she said. "Once I worried very much about whether I was a lesbian because I found myself wanting to have sex with this girl I knew. I worried about it so much that it kept me from doing what I really wanted to do. But one time my body got away from me, and I did it anyway. Then, afterward, I worried about it again. All that worrying just kept me from having incredible pleasure. Why shouldn't I get to have that pleasure when I want to?"
Kim blushed and looked down. "Excuse me for sounding childish, but how can you want me? You only want my body, isn't that right? Just like a man does. So you can ... .fuck it, and ..."
"You're right. I do want your body. I can't see what's so bad about that. How can I have you without having your body, I want to kiss you... and suck you ... and fuck you."
Kim grew very nervous. She began breathing in short quick gasps. Cheryl was talking to her that way on purpose. She knew the words would inflame Kim. And they did.
"Oh, Kim, if I want to lick your lovely nipples and eat you and make you come and come ... then I want to. And I'm through worrying if it's right or not. Don't you see?"
Kim was trembling slightly. "Cheryl, I..."
Cheryl put her hand on Kim's head. She drew her face close and kissed her lips, a long aching kiss. Their mouths moved together with slow agonizing sweetness.
"Kim, do you want to?" she finally asked softly.
Kim nodded. "Yes, I do," she murmured. "God help me. I know I'm no lez. But I want to do it with you. So bad. I haven't been able to sleep from thinking about it. About you."
"Let's go into your bedroom."
Kim was trembling and vulnerable as Cheryl drew her into the bedroom. "I even changed the sheets," she joked nervously.
"Kim, honey, you're too beautiful," Cheryl soothed her softly.
"I'm scared too. You know that?"
"Scared of me?"
Cheryl reached behind herself and started to unzip her dress. But Kim jumped to help.
"Oh, let me do that." She did it slowly, letting her slim fingers caress the back of Cheryl's neck.
"I'm not scared of you," she whispered. "I'm scared that I won't know what to do. Or that I won't be good for you."
She kissed the nape of Cheryl's neck and stroked it with her wet tongue, sending shivers through Cheryl. Then her hands skimmed the dress off Cheryl's shoulders. It fell at her feet, leaving her entirely naked. Kim's hands slid to her breasts and cupped and squeezed them while her mouth moved along Cheryl's neck.
Cheryl was in heaven. She shut her eyes and gave into the warm pleasure. Oh God, I'm going to fuck her! I'm really going to fuck her! she thought. But when she turned to undress Kim, the girl began to shake uncontrollably. Cheryl was gentle with her.
"Here, sit on the edge of the bed," she murmured.
Kim wore old faded blue jeans and a man's shirt. Cheryl kneeled in front of her on the floor and started unbuttoning the crotch of her pants. She smiled up at Kim.
"I'm going to begin with the part of you I haven't seen," she said.
Still shaking, Kim managed to grin. But she was too nervous to speak. She lifted her ass off the mattress enough for Cheryl to tug the unbuttoned pants down her thighs. Cheryl pulled them completely off and ran her hands all over the girl's sleek legs. She kissed the tawny flesh of Kim's thighs. Her hands reached Kim's gauzy white panties.
"Lie back, honey," she prompted.
Still shaking, Kim obeyed. "Ohhhhh Cheryl," she moaned.
Cheryl slipped her fingers under the elastic of Kim's panties. She slid them down over Kim's pelvic bones. Slowly she inched the panties down Kim's thighs, down her calves, off her ankles. Then she gently pushed open Kim's thighs and saw the long red gash of Kim's cunt.
She wanted to push her mouth into it hungrily, but she resisted the impulse. Instead she removed her own panties. She straddled Kim's hips, pushing her wet cunt lips into the smooth skin of Kim's heaving belly. Then she put her lips on Kim's tits and sucked the puffy coral nipples until they sprang alive.
Kim tossed her head, moaning low hoarse sounds. She hissed through clenched teeth as Cheryl sawed her stiff nipples lightly with her teeth. Cheryl kissed the sweat damp valley between her boobs, then her long neck, then her mouth. Their hot urgent bodies squirmed wildly together. Kim opened her eyes as Cheryl kissed her.
"Cheryl, do it to me, please! Eat me, please, I'm so scared, do it quick! I'm scared. Do it to me, honey!"
Cheryl soothed her. She stroked her cheek and kissed her eyelids. "Don't be scared, baby," she murmured. "I'm going to eat you and love you and fuck you. I'm going to make you come so good."
Cheryl burned with hot need herself. She slid down Kim's luscious body, obsessed by the desire to show the girl that she hadn't made a mistake by giving in. She wanted to give Kim the most beautiful and smashing orgasms she had ever experienced. Kim wanted to come fast. She was vibrant, swollen, begging for it. But Cheryl knew that to make it Kim's best she had to reduce the girl to a state of total helplessness and craving. She had to make Kim almost insane with hunger for her climax.
That meant she couldn't let the girl come until she had turned her into a trembling mass of jelly. And she set about it carefully. She pushed Kim's shaking hands away from her crotch and spread her silky thighs apart. Then she extended her tongue and ran it up one edge of Kim's wet pussy from bottom to top, then down the other edge. Kim shuddered and gasped.
"Oh! Ohhnnnn!"
Cheryl drew back her tongue. Kim was so close! Her rasping, flexing thighs squeezed Cheryl's ears. Cheryl pushed them apart again. She looked up the rippling length of Kim's writhing body.
"Relax, honey... relax, relax, baby," she whispered.
"Oh, Ohhhh Cheryl, you're driving me crazy!" Kim moaned. "Relax, baby."
Kim's smooth round asscheeks were clenched tight with tension. Cheryl slipped her hands under the firm moons. She got her thumb into the crack of Kim's ass and worked the tip of it into her asshole. Kim tried to shriek, but it came out as a gag. But Cheryl knew she was not hurting the girl. She had clipped her nails short. And she had invaded Kim's rectum gently, quickly but carefully.
She rotated her thumb, working it farther in. At the same time she dipped her tongue once more into Kim's runny slit, tickling the inner folds. Then she pulled it out, before the intensity made Kim explode. Not yet! Not yet, baby! she thought.
"Oh, God! Ohhhhh, God ... oh! Oh!" Kim moaned.
She gasped for breath. Her firm high breasts heaved, and her thick nipples danced. Cheryl's free hand roamed from one breast to the other, squeezing them tightly, pinching and rolling the hard nipples with her fingers. She pressed her cheek against Kim's soft belly and slid her thumb deeper into the girl's ass. Then she slipped two fingers from the same hand into Kim's warm slippery cunt. Kim's hips gyrated frantically. But Cheryl's grip on her was very tight. Each time Kim's buttocks pumped she reared against Cheryl's hand, gasped sharply, and began to sob.
"God, let me come, let me come!" she moaned. "Cheryl, please! Oh, let me come! Make me come! Fuck me hard!"
Cheryl's free hand rubbed Kim's swollen, aching body. She squeezed Kim's flexing thighs and jiggling tits. Her hand worked carefully in the girl's splayed crotch. She ran her mouth over every inch of Kim's tawny flesh that she could reach. Kim was utterly helpless, even past whimpering. Every tiny muscle in her body quivered. She was so weak with need that she could only he limp and panting while Cheryl fucked her.
Again Cheryl lowered her head between Kim's yawning thighs. She withdrew her fingers from the girl's flowing pussy and took Kim's engorged clit between her lips. Now she began fucking Kim's tight asshole harder with her thumb.
"Ahhhh! Ahhh!" Kim gasped, wriggling uncontrollably.
Cheryl sucked her clit with deep gulps. Kim's body stiffened and flexed. Cheryl knew the girl was riding on the edge of it, Any instant she would crash through. And suddenly she herself felt something she had never felt before, not with Angela. Oh, God, I'm going to come too! She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her own pussy flow with juice and fill with fire.
She jabbed Kim's asshole repeatedly with her thumb and mauled the girl's wet cunt with her mouth. At the same time, she clamped her thighs around one of Kim's jerking legs, pushing the wet lips of her pulsing pussy into Kim's flesh.
She stabbed Kim's open cunt wantonly with her tongue. She sucked Kim's swollen clit fiercely. Suddenly Kim's body strained, then broke into long rolling waves as she came.
"AANNGGHIIEEEE!" she shrieked. "OH GOD!"
Her flipping, surging body nearly rolled off the bed as she screamed through the explosion of her climax.
"Unh! Unh!" Cheryl grunted desperately, grinding her cunt into Kim's jumping leg.
She fell into Kim's arms and hugged her passionately as the hot spasms began to rip through her.
"AUNGH! AUUNNGGHH! AAAHHNNNN!" she groaned, coming sharply.
Their hot flesh coiled and writhed together as fresh new spasms of coming flashed through then-bodies. Each girl got her hand in the other's cunt, and they began fucking each other frantically.
"Oh, God...honey! Oh, God! AAUUNGG-HHHH!" Kim cried out as a new orgasm wrenched her.
Cheryl squeezed her thighs tightly on Kim's hand, increasing the lovely pressure on her clit. Then she pumped wildly. "OH! OH! AAUUNGGG-HHH!"
They were insane with animalistic lust. They swarmed all over one another, pinching, sucking, biting, hand-fucking each other rapidly.
"Oh, God...we can come forever!" Cheryl panted. "Don't stop, baby! Don't stop! More, more! Fuck me in the ass too, like I did to you!"
She scissored Kim's swollen clit with her fingers and devoured the girl's stiff wet nipples. She felt Kim's frantic hand digging in the crack of her ass. One long finger found her tight asshole and slithered inside. The sensation was electrifying.
"Oh, God, yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me hard! Jesus, it's so good! So very good! Oh, God, oh, shit! Ahhhnnnn!"
She hugged Kim and kissed her mouth wildly, gazing into the girl's smoky eyes as both of them felt the ultimate orgasm welling up in them.
"Yes ... yes!" she panted.
"Oh, God, honey. I'm going to-" Kim gasped.
Now both of them pumped wildly, their thighs clamped shut, their bodies locked together. Suddenly they both boiled over at the same instant. The double orgasm was so powerful that neither of them could even scream. Their bodies melted together in surging spasms as the hot pleasure streamed through them.
Finally it was over. It took them a long time to regain their senses. Their bodies throbbed with the afterglow. After a while Cheryl nuzzled Kim's neck, then kissed her lips.
"How was it?" she smiled.
Kim's eyes were dreamy. "I never would have believed it. Never."
"I'm glad. Good as with a man?"
"Good isn't the word. I've never come like that. I must have come eight or nine times."
Cheryl squeezed her, enjoying the feeling of their naked tits mashed together. "You'll come eight or nine more times before I let you go," she murmured.
Kim giggled. "You must be kidding. Do that again? I could never manage it."
"Wait and see. We haven't begun yet."
"Didn't you come while you were eating me? I mean the first time?"
"Yes."
"I thought so. Were you masturbating?"
"I didn't even touch myself. It was like having a wet dream. I just squeezed my thighs around your leg and came."
Kim touched Cheryl's cheek with her finger. "You sound like it never happened to you before."
"It never has. I... I guess I wanted you so much that I-"
"But I wanted to eat you too. To make you come."
"You did make me come."
Kim ran her finger down Cheryl's neck to her tits. She rubbed Cheryl's nipples. "I want to fuck you with my tongue."
The words inflamed Cheryl all over again. "I wish you would."
"But can you come again? After all that?"
Cheryl took Kim's hand and drew it down to her smoldering pussy. She gasped as Kim's finger slid into the warm folds. "Oh! Just try me, honey. Just fuck me, eat me, do anything you want to me!"
CHAPTER NINE
At work on Monday morning Angela stopped Cheryl in the hallway. Her smile was both sultry and spiteful.
"You got into Kim's pants, didn't you."
Cheryl said nothing.
"You bitch."
But Cheryl knew that Angela didn't mean it. Her eyes were filled with envy and jealousy, but also with a touch of the old familiar desire. It seemed to Cheryl that the fact that she had succeeded in fucking Kim had increased Angela's desire for her.
She suddenly remembered that this was precisely the reaction she had wanted from Angela. It was the main reason she had gone after Kim in the first place. But the beautiful weekend of fucking she had spent with Kim had made her forget her ulterior motives. Now they seemed unimportant. But seeing Angela so disturbed brought back to her a small taste of victory.
"How did you know?" she asked Angela coyly.
"I just got a feeling. She looks so radiant today. And she keeps eating you with her eyes every time you walk past her. I guess you really gave her a good time. You wouldn't mind telling me how you did it, would you? I mean, when I tried it she acted like I was Frankenstein or something."
"Maybe I just wanted her worse than you did."
"I doubt that." Angela bit one of her fingernails nervously. "Is she better than me?"
Cheryl could see that Angela was hurt, more hurt than she had expected. Angela was also ashamed of herself for asking the question, for making herself so vulnerable. How could Cheryl answer the question? Kim was magnificent. Cheryl flushed with fresh heat just recalling the stupendous, throbbing orgasms she had experienced with the girl during the past two days.
But she knew her old desire for Angela was undiminished. Angela had been the first ever to make her come. They had shared something that couldn't be taken away. Why should she have to choose between them?
"Angela,!..."
"Never mind. You don't have to answer that."
"I... I want you. You know how I've always wanted you." She grabbed for Angela's wrist.
Angela yanked it away, looking with fright up and down the halls. "Not here, baby!"
Cheryl's eyes burned into Angela's. Her cunt grew wet and juicy. "I want you," she whispered. She knew she couldn't say the words out loud here in the hallway. Instead she formed them silently with her lips: I want to fuck you.
"We could go into the bathroom," Angela said. Her eyes showed that she was desperately hungry for it too, but she couldn't think of a safe place.
"Someone might come in while we are ..."
"I know," Angela said.
"I think I could come if you just kissed me."
"I feel the same way."
"Why don't we go up on the roof? Just for a minute or two," Cheryl suggested, feeling absolutely crazy.
Angela's eyes darted furtively up and down the hallway. Momentarily there was no one to see them. Quickly she went over to the door to the stairwell and opened it. Both of them ducked inside rapidly and shut it behind them.
"We could do it right here," Cheryl whispered. "No one uses the stairs "
"Honey," Angela grinned. "Both of us scream like we're being murdered when we come. The echoes in this place will be heard throughout the whole city!"
"I know. Let's go up to the roof. Quick!"
They had to climb two flights to reach the roof. They stepped out into the sunlight, feeling marvelously secretive and guilty. They looked down at the tarred roof sprinkled with gravel. No place to lie down. This is crazy! Cheryl thought. But I want her, I want her so much!
"Well have to stand up," Angela said.
"It doesn't matter. Come her, baby."
Cheryl held out her arms. They embraced and kissed. Angela, while they were kissing, dipped her hand beneath Cheryl's skirt. She pulled aside the elastic band of Cheryl's panties and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt.
"Oh God!" Cheryl gasped.
She worked her own hand up Angela's thigh, past her panties, and jabbed her fingers into the girl's moist pussy. They clung to each other, gasping, plunging with their hands.
"Just fuck me fast, fast!" Cheryl panted. "Oh! Oh God, I still love you, baby!"
She massaged Angela's swollen clit fiercely, trying to make her come quickly. Angela's eyes rolled upwards. Her pelvis twitched and strained. They were so overcome with passion that they stumbled and nearly fell.
"Come over here against this wall, honey!" Angela gasped.
Without disengaging their hands, they moved to brace themselves against the wall where the door gave onto the roof. Using it for leverage and to keep their balance, they began fucking each other furiously.
Cheryl gagged and whimpered with lust. She lot all track of where they were. "I want to suck your big beautiful titties," she gasped into Angela's ear.
"We ... we haven't got time!" Angela panted. "Oh! Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, baby! Fast! Fast!"
"Unh! Unh!" Cheryl grunted.
They rubbed one another's clits wildly, their knees sagging, their mouths slack and panting. Angela was nearly senseless with passion. A soft whinnying came from deep in her chest. She flexed her legs, raising and lowering her juicy cunt on Cheryl's thrusting hand.
Cheryl closed her eyes. Her knees shook crazily, and she too came in hot writhing jolts. "UNNHHHH! OOHHNNNNN!"
They held onto each other as their orgasms poured through them. Then quickly they disengaged, withdrawing their sticky fingers. Cheryl brought her hand up to her mouth and slowly licked off Angela's pussyjuice.
"What if somebody catches us?" Angela said, straightening her clothes.
"It's too late now," Cheryl grinned.
Slowly they walked back down the stairs to the office. Before opening the stairwell door and going back into the hallway, they Stopped and kissed with lingering passion, grinding their bodies together. They came away from the kiss panting wildly again.
"You have to share her with me now," Angela said.
The idea had never crossed Cheryl's mind. It inflamed her. The three of us! Both of them fucking me at the same time! But suddenly the whole thought turned sour on her. It was the same thing that had happened before with Curt. She turned cold with mistrust of Angela.
"I don't have to do anything of the sort," she said.
But Angela's eyes were desperate with pleading. "Please, honey!"
They entered the hallway again. Cheryl suddenly felt very used. She wondered if the hot climax they had just shared on the roof was only Angela's way of trying to get through Cheryl something she couldn't get on her own.
"Well see," she said, acting very aloof. "I'll have to think about it."
Then she turned on her heel and walked away from Angela, letting her hips sway seductively just to torture the girl a little more.
Cheryl was worried. She had begun to feel like she was turning into a sex fiend or something. All she ever seemed to think about was getting fucked. Or fucking somebody herself. I was never this way before Brad and I split up, and I went to bed with Angela, she thought.
It had become the only important thing in her life. The night after Angela had brought up the idea of the two of them fucking with Kim, Cheryl had not been able to sleep. Crazy images of the three of them fucking spun through her head. Even masturbating had not quenched the feverish desires of her body.
This has got to stop! she told herself.
So she decided to give up on sex completely, just to prove to herself that she could do it. That meant discouraging the advances of Angela, Kim and Brad. None of them seemed to understand. She had been so hot for it before. But they couldn't get past her iron wall of determination.
The hardest part was not touching herself. She knew she could make herself come in a flash, if she only gave into it. And after two weeks without fucking, she was so horny she almost climaxed each time she took a bath and washed her crotch.
By the third week it was almost unbearable. She began wearing underwear, including a bra, and a long flannel nightgown to bed, just so she wouldn't be tempted to touch herself. Each night she lay in bed, thrashing around nervously, unable to sleep. She thought of Brad's big cock sliding slowly in and out of her, filling her empty cunt, making her sob finally with hot coming. She thought of Angela's skillful lips drawing one after another excruciating spasm out of her aching clit. And she thought of Kim, who fucked like a glutton, squirming and sucking and pinching and scratching, finally squealing when the orgasms ruptured her.
Tossing heatedly, she finally fell into an uneasy sleep. Almost immediately she began to dream. But the dream was so vivid, she couldn't be sure she was still asleep.
Two men with heavily muscled torsos stood in front of her. Each of them wore a black mask. Each one had an absolutely stupendous cock, a stiff throbbing monster.
Only slowly did she realize that she was completely naked and tightly bound. Her arms were stretched up and tied at the wrists to an overhead bar. Her legs were spread-eagled and tied at the ankles to rings embedded in the floor. She looked down at the shiny black cord that crisscrossed her body tightly. Her breasts were strangled and swollen, her nipples engorged like bursting plums. The cord ran between her thighs and squeezed her cunt lips. Her pussy was a glistening wet blossom in full bloom.
She realized that she was totally vulnerable to them. Her body throbbed and ached where the tight black cord bit into her naked flesh. Each man's tall stiff cock jumped threateningly.
But in the dream she had no time even to imagine what was going to happen to her. The two men were on her in a flash. Their rough hands squeezed and pinched her body. Their mouths found her bursting nipples and sucked her ferociously. Sharply lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her. She screamed but nothing came out of her mouth.
Their eager hands found the splayed seam of her crotch, invading her pussy and her asshole. A funny smell came to her nostrils. She looked down and saw them both slathering her groin with bacon grease. She knew that she was about to receive a killing fuck from those two monstrous pricks. She writhed and twisted and whimpered. But she could do nothing to stop it.
The two men pinned her between them. The one behind her pried her buttocks apart and inched his mammoth cock into her rectum. The other one slid his shaft into her cunt. Again Cheryl shrieked, but no sound came out.
She felt like two giant oak trees had penetrated her. The huge poles ripped up into her pussy and her ass. Her whole body went into convulsions. The two men plundered her brutally. They pinched her swollen nipples and bit her neck and shoulders. She screeched and squirmed helplessly. The two massive cocks plunged into her savagely, nearly splitting her in half. Wild pleasure wracked her tortured body.
She began to come. Blinding hot spasms tore her quivering body apart. The two rearing cocks began to spew into her. The powerful bodies of the two men crushed her between them like a vise. She throbbed and howled as one sharp climax after another wrenched her.
Suddenly she was awake. She was gasping and panting uncontrollably. The twisted sheets were soaked with her sweat. Her damp body was tense, shivering with need.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she panted aloud, reeling with pent-up lust.
She realized that she had climaxed in the dream, but not actually. I didn't really come! she thought. But God, I'm so close! So close!
God, what a horrible, beautiful dream! she thought. She looked down at her naked body, glistening with sweat. She half-expected to see the black cord still binding her flesh tightly. But there was nothing. Her cunt and her asshole still ached, as if they were still stuffed and crammed with the two giant cocks.
She brushed her flaring nipples with her fingertips and winced at the sharp pleasure that flooded her throbbing breasts.
"Hhhhh!" she panted wildly. "Oh! Hhhhhh! Hhhhhh!"
Her hands slid down quickly to her greasy slit. She touched her clit lightly and almost went crazy. Her body yearned for release. Her hot blood pounded furiously. I want to come! she cried to herself. I want to come!
She knew she could make herself come. Just a few rapid swirls of her fingers on her screaming clit would make her explode. But the craving in her body was for more than that. She could feel the absence of the two cocks that had been cramming her pussy and her ass in the dream! She wanted to feel those two telephone pole cocks in her, ramming her, puncturing her with bliss.
But she couldn't just run out hysterically into the streets, shouting, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
She got up off the bed, her body still seething with sexual heat, and began wandering in a daze around her apartment. Maybe I should call Angela, she thought. Or Kim, or Brad. But no, no, no! That's not what I need! I need something more than that!
CHAPTER TEN
Ever since Angela had taught Brad how to fuck without coming, he would give Cheryl three to five orgasms before finishing himself. She began to wonder why she had ever divorced him. But on the other hand, she also knew that neither of neither of them would be able to limit themselves to each other now.
One night, lying in bed with Brad after several climaxes, she got an idea. She still couldn't get over this craving to be fucked by more than one person at the same time. The memory of her crazy dream, and the substitute she had invented for it, was still vivid in her mind.
She coiled her warm body around him and whispered, "Have you ever thought of doing it with two girls at once, honey?"
Brad grinned. "What man hasn't?" He took her hand and put it on his limp cock. "But I only have one of these."
She squeezed it and felt it begin to swell again. "Mmmmm. Both of us could lick it and suck it and..."
"You wouldn't be jealous?"
"Not if you didn't just fuck her and ignore me."
Brad looked Bewildered but tempted. "I've never done anything like that before. I wouldn't know where to begin."
Cheryl nuzzled him and began kissing her way down his body toward his prick. "Oh, don't you imagine you'd think of something?" she kidded.
"Ill tell you what I think," he grinned. "I think the two of you together would kill me."
"Mmmmmmmm. But wouldn't it be a lovely way to go?"
Cheryl took his limp cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and began sucking it softly. Brad gasped. His cock swelled and stiffened. She pumped it with her hand and sucked it harder.
"I never did this to you when we were married, did I, honey," she murmured.
He shook his head.
"I have to make it up to you now. All the things I could have done. Do you want to come in my mouth?"
He nodded. "But you'll be working magic if you can get any more out of him after all we just did."
"Ohhhh, you shouldn't have said that," she grinned.
She worked slowly and methodically on his pulsing prick with her lips and tongue. She dripped warm gooey spittle all over it and worked the bulging head of it down into her throat. She clung to it with her lips, giving him sharp little sucks. She massaged his balls with her fingers. In only a few minutes his cock was as rigid as a pipe.
While she sucked him, her mind wandered. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy giving him head. Instead it aroused her wildly. Her mind swam with images of herself in bed with him and Angela. And then Kim was in bed with them too. And Curt, and Ronnie! All six of them were swarming together. Stiff cocks plunging into juicy cunts. Howls of excruciating pleasure. Cum gushing everywhere.
Suddenly Brad's thumping prick spewed into her mouth. She was caught by surprise.
"Ohhmmmm!" she groaned, gulping his jism happily.
She pumped his prick vigorously and swallowed his cum until there was no more left. Then she squirmed up and kissed him. He grinned but turned his head away.
"What's the matter? You don't want to taste your own cum?"
"Not particularly."
"Well don't worry," she smiled. "I drank it all. We ought to bottle it so I could drink it every morning in place of my vitamins."
"You like it that much?"
"Ummmmm. Only one problem. Drinking it like that makes me horny again."
She really was, too. Her wet pussy simmered like a volcano. She clasped her legs around Brad's thigh and rubbed her cunt against it like a bitch in heat. She took one of his hands and put it on her breasts.
"Pinch my nipples," she murmured. He pinched and twisted them softly. "Do it hard!"
But Brad had come three times. He was exhausted and not in the mood. "You've got to be kidding," he said. "You just came about a thousand times. How can you still be horny?"
"I just am, I can't explain it! I'm a pervert. I'm a pervert. I'm a sex maniac."
"You sure are."
Panting and squirming, she rubbed her pussy against his thigh and pushed her firm breasts into his chest.
"Fuck me again, honey," she panted. "You can fuck me with your hands and your mouth. Fuck me really rough. You can do anything to me. Do you think I'm a bad girl for being so sexy? Do you want to spank me? Why don't you spank me? And bite my ass. And fuck me in the cunt and the asshole at the same time with your hands. And pinch my nipples! Please! God, it drives me crazy! Please ... honey, oh, yesssss! Auunngghh! Harder, harder! Aunnggghh!"
His fingers pinched and rolled her swollen nipples until she could hardly bear the pleasure. She leaned over him and dangled her tingling breasts in his face, hissing with passion.
"Suck them ... bite them! Ohhhhnnnnn!"
Brad began to get into her mood. He grabbed her aching breasts in both hands and assaulted them savagely with his mouth. He mashed the full globes together and sucked both of her nipples into his mouth at the same time. Cheryl nearly came unglued.
"Unnnn!" she grunted. "Ohhnnn, God! Oh! Oh!"
She squirmed so wildly that her pulsing boobs slipped out of his mouth.
"Oh god, do it all to me, do it all to me!" she begged.
She rolled onto her stomach on the bed and arched her back, pushing the full moons of her ass up at him. She wiggled it, cooing and moaning from deep in her throat.
"Spank me, honey! Spank me for being such a j pervert. Such a bad girl! Spank me, honey. Spank the shit out of me! Oh please!"
Brad grinned. Suddenly he gave her bare ass a sharp smack with the flat of his palm.
"Owwww!"
Tears sprang to Cheryl's eyes. She was so startled that he had actually done it that for a brief instant she didn't feel the sting. Her hands flew back reflexively to protect her ass. But with his left hand Brad reached down and pushed her hands away. Then with his right hand he thwacked her viciously again on the ass.
"Ouch! Ooowwww!" Cheryl yelped.
God, did he have to do it so hard? She began to think she was crazy to have asked him. Maybe he was letting out all his hostility because she had rejected him and divorced him. She tried to get up, to squirm out of his reach. But he grabbed her by the backs of the elbows and forced her down again roughly. He pushed her into the sheet so fiercely that her swollen nipples rasped against the cloth and pulsed with tiny sparks.
And now he really began to spank her. He whacked her naked ass again and again with the flat of his hand. The sting of it made her squeal and gnash her teeth.
"Oww! Oh! Ouch! Aaiieeee! Oh, Brad, Brad, stop it, pleeease!" she screamed, trying to wriggle away from him again.
But this time he reached down with both hands and dug his fingers brutally into the burning flesh of her ass, shoving her squirming pelvis back down on the bed. His strong fingers clawed the flesh of her buttocks until the pain welled up and throbbed in her ass. Gasping and panting, writhing under his grasping hands, Cheryl went nearly hysterical. She realized suddenly that she liked it. She loved it!
Each fierce smack of his hand against the sore stinging flesh of her bare ass sent fiery sparks flying through her dripping cunt.
She couldn't stop writhing and twisting under each fierce whack of his palm. But she was no longer trying to get away either.
"Ohhnnnnn, why are you doing this to me?"
Brad spanked the reddened globes of her ass again, again, again. Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Because you... ungh! Ungh!"
"Owwwoowwwoowww!" Cheryl whimpered. She clenched her burning asscheeks, but twitched them up too into each flailing blow of his palm.
"Because you asked for it! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
He speeded up the tempo, spanking her sharply, quickly, cruelly. Cheryl grew delirious with excitement, terror, pain, welling spasms of come hunger. Her tender ass burned and stung. But the pain was a sweet coursing and spurting fire in her whole body. Each time his palm thwacked brutally against her ass a hot sharp tremor of sexual heat shot through her.
She loved it! She knew it was sick, but she didn't care. Her bare ass flamed and her body shuddered out of control. Incoherent sounds spluttered out of her gasping, squealing mouth. She knew she was going to come. She could hardly believe it. But her body trembled and boiled with the building pressures of a climax. She wanted him to do it faster, harder! If he was going to treat her this way, then let him make it the worst and the best ever. She moaned and cawed and beseeched him in deep gutteral groans.
"Unnnhhhh, do it harder! Harder! Brad, if-ohnnggghh! Oh, Jesus! If you want to spank me ... ouch! Owwww! Oh, baby, do it harder, harder, harder! Faster!"
Her begging seemed to arouse him further. His flat palm sliced fiercely into her naked ass, pummelling and whacking her without mercy. She clenched her buttocks to receive each stinging smack of his hand. She wheezed and gritted her teeth, writhing her breasts down into the sheet, feeling her hard nipples flame and pulse and ache. She tilted her swollen ass up to his blows, feeling her whole throbbing body shake and grow taut, gripped in the frenzy of her gathering orgasm.
When she came, a jolt of lightning shot through her. She thrashed and screeched and felt a new fierce spasm of coming tear through her with each new smack of his hand. Insane with animalistic delight, she gagged and moaned, gyrating her ass up again and again into his palm.
"AIIEEEEEE!" she shrieked, flipping and undulating helplessly through the sweeping waves of her climax.
The hot crazy joy of it was so intense that she didn't realize what else he was doing to her until she felt him prying her thighs apart from behind. She felt his thumbs skittering in the crack of her ass, seeking her pinched-shut rectum. Spanking her had aroused him so much that his cock was hard again. She could feel its stiffness pushing against the inflamed globes of her ass.
"Ohhnnnn, God, ohhhnnn no!" she whimpered. "Oh, not that, too! Oh, no, Brad, pleeeeeease!"
But he wouldn't stop. And Cheryl knew that she didn't care. She wanted that too! Her appetite was endless. The cheeks of her ass flamed so much that she didn't think any pain could be worse. The horrible excitement she felt just grew more and more frenzied.
His brutal fingers digging in the ravaged flesh of her ass made new hot arrows of lust fly through her body. She heard him panting and grunting as he sawed his stiff throbbing prick up and down in the moist crack of her ass. The feel of his rough demanding body crouching over her from behind thrilled her with lust.
"Ohhnnnn, yessss, ohhhnnnn, yesssss!" she moaned, dissolving, her body yielding and pliant. "Ohhh, yes, get it in me! Fuck my ass, get it in meeee!"
Brad's fingers dropped down to her gushing pussy, than slid back up to her asshole, smearing it with her own buttery juices. The huge swollen head of his prick nudged her tight rubbery rectum, pushing, pushing. Cheryl gasped and choked on her own breath as the head of his cock slipped into her ass.
"AAUUNNGGGG!" she choked. "Oh, God, it's going to kill me! Ohn! Ohnnn! JEEESUS IT HURTS! BRAD, IT HURTS! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
But her helpless protests only drove him wild, more wild than ever. He groaned and jammed the rest of his long thick cock all the way into her ass. He impaled and skewered her on it, flinging himself forward onto her back and grasping her pleasure torn body with his strong arms.
The sensations were almost more than she could bear. Whinnying and sobbing with hot furies of lust, she exploded again with continuous coming as he ripped his gristly cock deep into her bowels. He slipped his hands under her thrashing body and clutched her throbbing breasts. He pinched her tight nipples with his fingers. Then he pulled back and lunged forward into her ass with crazy savagery, reaming and splitting her spasming rectum with the huge shaft of his cock.
He ripped and ripped it up into her. Then he began to plunge it into her cunt with each alternate stroke.
